In front of Sakura, a tall figure emerged, this is a black-faced man, wearing a scholarly robe with a rather incompatible temperament, his eyes are slightly dull, and his eyebrows reveal a hint of indifference and coldness.

This is what Tianyu looks like.

If you look closely, you can see several torn white threads on his forehead and temples, these white threads dance as if they were still alive, and the broken places are constantly being untied and dissipated into the darkness.

This is the puppet thread that once manipulated him, but these thin threads have been torn off at this moment, and the breath of Tianyu is gradually rising.

Tianyu raised his palm, and the space in his palm began to slowly twist, and finally turned into a black ball, the black ball slowly deformed, condensed into a thick black cover book, Tianyu looked at this black cover book, his eyes were soft and kind, and his stubby fingers rose and fell on the cover, as if he was stroking his own child.

The black cover slowly opened at his fingertips.

On the burnt yellow paper, inexplicable mysterious words gradually emerged, slowly floating from the pages into the air, and with the appearance of these words, the space around the book began to distort and deform, emitting a different kind of light.

"Let me take a look at your past! Let me see you, the deepest in memory, despair! ”

Tianyu's voice suddenly became louder, as if the gods overlooking the common people were talking to mortals, although the two were only separated by a stone's throw away, it was like the end of the world.

Sakura fluttered a few times in the void darkness, but she couldn't get close to Tianyu's figure, she rubbed her palm, and a red flame flew out from her palm, instantly overflowing Tianyu's position.

However, this flame was in the air, and where the flame grazed, Tianyu's figure fluctuated slightly and returned to normal, and Tianyu, who stayed in the darkness of the void, was actually just a phantom.

The black cover began to emit a dark light, and everything around it was infected and covered by these lights, and the dark space gradually began to take on color, changing into a real scene.

This is a dark dungeon, the thick blood scale on the walls proves its antiquity and heaviness, the smell of blood echoes in the dungeon, and one after another screams echo in this cold air, making people shudder.

Several men dressed in long black robes and white masks quickly lifted out of a damp prison a corpse, a corpse that had been tortured into a mixture of flesh and bone, and all traces of torture could be seen in him.

Next door to this prison, a small, beautiful girl was staring at her big frightened eyes, trembling at what was happening outside.

The little girl looks very cute, her skin is pink, and her facial features are delicate, but her face is stained with some blood and tears, her hair is messy, and her immature lips are twitching slightly, as if she may cry at any time.

She looked at the pitch-black metal objects inserted into the corpse from different positions, at the stretcher that still flowed with viscous blood, at the broken bones exposed from the limbs, at the terrible expression of the corpse before death, and could only hug her knees tightly with her hands, huddle in the corner of the prison, and sobbed silently.

"Mommy, Mommy......" the little girl prayed with her head buried in her head.

"Mom, Sakura is so scared, so scared...... Mom, I don't want to ...... here."

"Mom, why, why did Sakura have to endure these ......?"

While the little girl was sobbing, two jailers in long black robes opened the door of the little girl's cage.

"Mom, did Mom come to see me?" The little girl looked up hopefully, only to see two cold, unfamiliar faces.

A cold-looking jailer said to the little girl, "Let's go, the witch queen said that she has discovered a blood-exchange ritual to transfer the bloodline of the witch clan, and if this ritual can be successful, you and your mother should be free." ”

The little girl looked at the stranger in front of her and muttered, "Since, freedom? ”

"It's just doing what you want to do."

The little girl's eyes suddenly burst into light, and she stretched out her immature little hand with some expectation.

The jailer grabbed the little girl, ruthlessly pulled her off the ground, and then took out a blood-red shackle and put it on the little girl's white wrist.

"Ahh

The shackles were covered with barbs that pierced into the little girl's wrists with the sound of metal clasping.

"It hurts, it hurts, I don't want this, Sakura doesn't want this!" The little girl slapped the stranger in front of her hard, trying to remove the shackles from her wrists.

The grim-faced jailer glared at the little girl, covered her mouth, restrained her movements, and backhanded another blood-colored shackle to her other slender wrist.

The blood-colored inscriptions on the shackles gradually lit up, and the two chains linking the shackles gradually lit up, and near the little girl's wrists, a hideous bloodshot spread like roots, and each bloodshot grew with a convulsion of the little girl's body.

"Hmm, hmm!"

The little girl struggled frantically under the iron fist of the jailer, but she could only make the blood-colored runes on the shackles brighter and brighter.

Linked to the pair of blood-colored shackles was a red copper ball suspended in mid-air, accompanied by bursts of blood-colored inscriptions on the chain, this red copper ball began to gradually emit a strange red light, as more and more inscriptions were transmitted to the copper ball, the copper ball was becoming brighter and brighter.

The red inscriptions lit up one after another, and the bloodshot on the little girl's arms became more and more, and finally spread all over her arms, and her struggle gradually weakened as the copper ball brightened, and her face became whiter and whiter, leaving only two lines of tears still slowly flowing.

The little girl's eyes gradually lost their brightness, which represented not only vitality, but also hope and longing.

The jailer saw that the color of the copper ball was almost the same, and slowly let go of the arm that bound the little girl, and the little girl's body seemed to have lost its pillar, and slowly fell to the ground, only the sharp pain from her arms could make her body twitch occasionally.

The jailer removed the blood-colored shackles from her wrists, then lifted the copper ball and walked out the door, ignoring the little girl's bloody wrists and the blood still flowing.

She lay on the ground with her eyes blank, curled up in a ball, and muttered unconsciously: "Too, it's too much, people, people have been cultivating for so long, and it took a little bit of blood power to condense, hmm, hmm, mother, help me, Sakura is going to die......"

The dark dungeon twisted with the little girl's closed eyes, and then gradually dissipated into the original pure darkness.

And in the darkness, Sakura also lay weakly in the void, her body twitching and crying, as if she was experiencing a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

"What a miserable childhood, the witch queen? It seems that your origin is not small, and it is really interesting to be involved in the internal secrets of the Wu clan. ”

Tianyu commented without any emotional fluctuations, as if the gods were looking down on a tragedy staged in the world.

He slowly closed the black cover in his hand, and his body gradually disappeared into the depths of the pitch black.

In the same darkness, Su Yun also stood opposite Tianyu and looked at him.

In front of Su Yun, Tianyu also slowly unfolded the black cover book in his hand.

"So, let me see, what is the deepest terror that lurks in the depths of your memory?"

A faint glow also lit up on the surface of the black cover, only this time, the burnt yellow pages of the cover did not appear in the expected black handwriting.

Tianyu's face gradually became impatient.

"Hmph, don't you remember moments of despair? Why do you have so few memories! ”

He turned the second page of the book, but when he wanted to turn the third page, the paper behind it was locked by illusory gray chains, and the surface of these illusory gray chains flowed with a mysterious secret pattern, constantly changing, but as if it was eternal and unchanging.

"You have so little memory!"

Tianyu turned to the second page and read the above content, with a look of surprise on his face.

When Tianyu spoke, Su Yun's eyes flashed one after another, it was the last game of "League of Legends" he played before entering the doomsday space, and the picture was frozen in his own crystal explosion, against the red background, and the word failure slowly emerged.

This is the scene where Su Yun played League of Legends for the last time, and it was also what happened before he entered the space, and next, he walked into the yellow braised chicken and rice shop downstairs, encountered a gas explosion, and when he woke up, he was already in the doomsday space.

And then there was no then?

What remains, much older, is sealed up by the mysterious chains, and cannot be turned in the slightest.

Even Su Yun felt that this memory was beginning to fade away.

What secrets do he not know seem to be hidden in his memory?

Something higher involved, like the source of his innate abilities?

These gray chains are entangled with each other, and circles of strange patterns float on the top of the chains, forming a tightest seal, indestructible!

"Hey, you still have shackles in your memory! It's a surprise! Could it be that someone else has sealed some of your memories? I'd like to see what's in there! ”

Tianyu's face froze slightly, he stretched out his stubby fingers, and pointed at the gray shackles, a dark mist burst out from his fingertips, wrapping those gray shackles heavily, and the black aura tried to penetrate little by little, trying to shatter these chains.

"Let me see what kind of secrets are hidden in the depths of your memory!"