This transparent pedal really functions as an elevator, and you can't feel any bumps when you step on it, and you walk slowly towards the hut diagonally below.

The whole journey took more than ten minutes, and Zheng Ming also had the opportunity to enjoy this forest from all heights, with steep cliffs on all sides, and a few ancient trees for a long time.

The forest below is already endless, and the further down you go, the more you can feel how mysterious the forest is, and you can faintly smell a fragrance that seems to have a refreshing effect.

Eventually, the "elevator" stopped at the villa gate.

Sure enough, this is a modern villa, two stories high, with two stone lions in front of the door, although it is a wooden villa, but the gate is a code door.

Walking forward, he touched the metal texture of the combination lock, and was shocked, if he didn't know that there was a craft curse in this world, he would just think of it as an ordinary creation of the goblin clan.

"Where's your brother......"

In fact, he wanted to ask if the little girl's brother was dead.

"He went out to buy something, it seems like he's going to a far place, I can't remember how long it's been gone......"

The girl fell into memories, her speech was intermittent and illogical, Zheng Ming kept looking at her expression, and the gloom that flashed naturally did not escape his attention.

"He's dead, isn't he......"

Maybe it would be cruel to say this, but he knew very well that the girl should have such a judgment in her heart, but she just didn't want to accept this fact, but since the girl didn't remember how long her brother had been gone, how long would it take for the memory to be so vague.

glanced at the girl vaguely, and the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper, and it was not good to ask too much, so he directly took the girl and walked inside.

The password was entered by the girl, and when she opened the door, it was indeed modernized, with a huge living room with complete furniture, and even a TV, central air conditioning and other things.

TV......

What is the use of making it?

With such thoughts, Zheng Ming walked towards the TV, followed the memories of another world, found the switch button, and pressed it directly, but there was no response.

Is it just decoration......

European-style sofas, glass coffee tables, tulle curtains, and floors are not ordinary wooden boards, but still the kind of processed moisture-proof wooden boards.

Seeing this, my heart exploded like a thunderclap, and my whole brain was buzzing.

"Big brother...... Big brother ......"

The little girl screamed for a while before hearing her voice.

"Big brother, I'll take you to see my brother's diary. ”

seemed to be no longer surprised by Zheng Ming's distraction, and pulled him towards a bedroom again.

"Oh......"

Let the girl pull him, no organization.

But why do you want to show me her brother's diary?

When I had this doubt, the bedroom door had been opened, and the tone was that it was a bedroom, but rather a study, with a wooden bed of one meter and five meters wide in the corner, and a sandalwood bookshelf on one of the walls, and a desk perpendicular to the bookshelf, on which were simply placed laptops, mirrors, and a manuscript.

Manuscript?

The eye was deeply attracted by the secret dense font on the manuscript, but when I picked it up, the handwriting on it disappeared in an instant, and there was only a blank piece of paper, and the content could not be seen.

This situation ......

"Shhhh

That familiarity struck again, and the headache followed.

"Is there really a word on it......

This is Zheng Ming's voice, but it is not what he says now, but directly in his mind.

It's as if someone else is asking in his voice, the same feeling as being in a mirror with a clone.

Didn't the clone die, no, no, he didn't exist in the first place.

So what's going on with this voice?

Thinking of this, a picture suddenly appeared, he was sitting at the dinner table, with You'er on his left and Zheng Fan on his right......

The body felt piercing as if soaked in ice, and he turned to look at the little girl mechanically, but the other party's big eyes still flashed with a simple and lovely light.

For a moment, Zheng Ming thought he was still in a dream.

Or, the test is not over yet......

If this is also a test, what is it to be tested?

"No, this is not a test, you have passed all the levels, they are all real in this world, and his brother is the holy son of the dragon clan back then. This little girl is dead, the name is familiar to you, his name is Momo......"

The sound sounded, and the whole space stopped, the page of the manuscript that had just been turned was stagnant in mid-air, the figure of the little girl became illusory, and the elf who had been with him along the way suddenly appeared.

"Where did you go just now, I looked for you for a long time, you said this is not a level, so what is this?"

Zheng Ming knew that the elf was very familiar with this illusion, far from being comparable to himself as a rookie, and seeing her was like seeing a savior.

was just about to pull the other party's hand, but suddenly stopped-

"No, what did you just say this girl's name was?"

He actually knew very well what the answer would get, but he still wanted to confirm it, and as he spoke, he glanced at the girl again, and her eccentric personality turned out to be the same name as his own Momo.

Is it a coincidence?

"She is just a wisp of remnant soul now, she only exists in this secret realm because of a trace of residual thoughts, she was already dead when the Dragon Clan Holy Son returned, and she waited here again and again.

To tell you the truth, don't you want to look at the diary of your former son?"

Zheng Ming felt that his brain was a little foggy, and he hadn't figured out what was going on, and for a while he was Zheng Fan in his memory, and for a while he was the holy son of the dragon clan who had existed in the world.

Moreover, isn't that manuscript a diary?

By the way, it shouldn't be......

In my memory, this manuscript should have been written by Zheng Fan.

Thoughts fell, and his gaze gradually scanned over the desktop, and finally settled on the laptop.

There is no brand logo, as if I made it myself, silver-white smooth shell, thin system, after opening, the keyboard will also emit a light blue light.

"You're talking about this computer?"

"Yes, open it and see what the Holy Son has recorded?"

The elf was floating beside him, and Zheng Ming soon found a TXT file with the title of "Diary" on the computer desktop, and put his index finger on the mouse panel.

His attention was on the notebook, but it was gone, and after the elf said this, his face became cold, and he flicked his finger in the direction of the girl.

In an instant, the girl showed a frightened face, an expression that should not have been frozen in time.

When the elf turned his head again, the chill disappeared, and the smile that made people feel warm was back on his face.

Open it, open it and we'll be free.