Meng Chao's smile gradually froze.

In the depths of his brain, there are indeed two souls.

One is an eighteen-year-old self, in his prime, strong-blooded, impulsive, persistent, naïve, a little sense of justice, and a belief that good things are happening—in short, no different from his peers.

The other is the remnant soul who has returned from the end and survived a hundred battles.

Think about it carefully, what kind of mental state will you be in at the moment when Dragon City destroys?

In the increasingly cruel and bleak war that has been going on for decades, although he has honed his superb killing skills, he has also lost everything, his family, his home, and his future......

How can such a soul still be hot-blooded, bright, and innocent when he was eighteen years old?

When he was first reborn, because the cerebral cortex was very immature, the remnant soul of Doom was suppressed by his eighteen-year-old self.

With the awakening of extraordinary powers, the spiritual energy continues to impact the brain domain, and the remnant soul of Doom gradually awakens, releasing rich combat experience and auxiliary skills, but also bringing doomsday habits, thinking patterns and instinctive reactions.

There is one thing that Meng Chao has always subconsciously ignored in the past few months.

As a "third-rate master", how did he struggle all the way to the end?

So many peerless masters with outstanding strength have fallen, why didn't they die?

and lurking, infiltrating, poisoning, assassinating, setting traps, and extorting confessions by torture...... Under what circumstances and at what cost did you learn so many skills that were as brutal as they were breathed?

From the soul of an eighteen-year-old hot-blooded youth to the remnant of the apocalypse crawling out of hell, what did he lose and what did he gain?

Humans tend to deliberately embellish memories.

For those memories that really can't be beautified, simply cover or even erase them.

It's like my mother can't remember what happened to X-eye in the mysterious hospital back then.

I seem to have forgotten how to go from an ordinary person who was ridiculed as a "burden" by the Night Witch to a "third-rate master" who can struggle all the way to the end.

My neck hurts.

It was like blood was pouring out.

I can't breathe.

Meng Chao swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and subconsciously reached out to cover his neck, but he didn't know why he did it.

Luo Hai didn't notice that his face was wrong, and he was still chattering: "Seriously, I can accept everything else, including you squatting in the bushes and ambushing your classmates, which is barely a normal combat mode, but you cut your throat Duan Lian, even if it is fake, this is too ...... It's crazy, it's creepy!

"I not only regard you as a friend, but also a partner in a million, we want to join forces to fight the world, we must pay attention to personal image and business value, you know?

"For example, you became the image spokesperson of Ben Lei Dao, packaging, publicity, and water army, all aspects of it were lively, and at this time, the competitor revealed that you did something to Duan Lian - cut your throat! What do you make people think?

"I don't understand, no matter how difficult Duan Lian is, is there really no more suitable way, it must be so cruel?"

Oh, yes.

Meng Chao clutched his throat, his eyes were dazed and confused, and he asked himself in his heart, why did he choose to cut his throat without thinking?

Accompanied by a sharp pain in his throat, a fragment of memory from his past life, which had been ignored all along, suddenly bloomed with a strong blood.

Countless blood threads shot out, dragging his consciousness into the abyss of his previous life.

Meng Chao seemed to have fallen in a nightmare for a long time.

Eventually, he fell hard into a foul of foul mud.

Luo Hai and the cultivation room both disappeared.

Instead, there is a dark swamp in a strange dense forest.

Meng Chao found himself ambushed here with a group of cold-eyed, lifeless soldiers.

Everyone took off their camouflage uniforms, took off their guns and daggers, put on a layer of monster materials, lifelike leather holsters, and transformed into half-human, half-beast, hideous and ugly.

Then, on the bumpy cyan leather case, he continued to drape the armor made of animal bones and bronze, and picked up the cold weapon indiscriminately inlaid with spars, which was very rough.

The human soldiers opened their mouths and inlaid sharp dentures in their mouths.

He also used a chalk-like paint to smear on the beast-like faces, drawing skull-like faces.

"It's ......"

Meng Chao's mouth was dry, and he realized that he recalled a military operation he had participated in in his previous life.

He turned around and used a high-powered telescope to observe a village not far away from the jungle.

This is a village that does not have too many high-tech and modern industrial colors, but is full of fairy tales and magical styles.

The village is surrounded by cannibal flowers, stinger vines, and rudimentary walls.

There is also the giant parasol-like screaming mushroom, which is an intelligent fungus with extremely keen sense, and after getting used to the breath of its owner, it will quickly release spores and make a sound similar to screaming whenever a stranger approaches.

Through the wall, you can vaguely see the villagers busy.

The villagers here are humanoids with slender statures and pointed ears.

The skin was blood-red, and it was covered with dense, gorgeous patterns like spiritual patterns.

The smoke curling, the fireworks in the world, the busyness of adults, the laughter of children, and the laughter of human beings.

Meng Chao saw the three children playing all the way and ran out of the village.

They took turns putting their four-fingered hands into the man-eating buds, and pulled them out like lightning before the buds contracted violently.

This is a boring and silly game that is unique to kids.

"Don't speak Earth, and don't use Earth's weapons."

A deep voice sounded behind Meng Chao, "Don't leave a single one, do you understand?" ”

Meng Chao turned around and saw a monster with an exceptionally tall body, a face painted into a deformed skull, half-human, half-beast.

Or rather, earthlings disguised as monsters.

He was chewing something in his mouth, and his breath was heavy and stinky.

"Instructor, there are children." Meng Chao heard himself say.

The foul-mouthed instructor slowly approached, and the white skull squeezed out a hideous smile: "99, are you crazy or blind, there are no children there, only the cubs of otherworldly creatures, and the cubs of so many monsters we have killed before, there is no difference." ”

Meng Chao heard himself hesitate and said, "But ......"

"No, but!"

The instructor with a foul mouth pinched his shoulder heavily, the force was so great that it almost crushed his shoulder blades, "99, in the training camp, you are the one I admire very much, whether it is the talent of marksmanship or the delicate knife technique that evolved from the harvesting technique, at your age, it can be called a miracle."

"But your character is too weak.

"Put away your anachronistic humanity, and think about how many predicaments and crises Dragon City is facing now, and how many compatriots may live or die because of our actions!

"Remember, even if you become a despicable cockroach, a brutal demon, or a cold machine, as long as the fire of earth civilization can continue, everything is worth it!"

Meng Chao heard himself say dryly: "I, I understand." ”

"Really, 99?"

The foul-mouthed instructor smiled, shoved a mace full of monster teeth into his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Then, you will take care of the cubs of the three otherworldly creatures with your own hands later, right?" Then, you'll be able to leave the camp and get even more strength! ”

Meng Chao saw his hand holding the mace, and it was obvious that he was trembling.

"I ......," he said speechless.

"Why, can't it be done?" The stinking instructor frowned.

"I don't know, instructor, I, I'm probably not ready." Meng Chao heard himself say weakly.

"You're not ready? Also, the rest of the people in the training camp started to concoct from a young age, only you joined halfway, you are too old, your mind is full of things that prevent you from becoming stronger, and it is human nature that you are not ready. ”

The stinky-mouthed instructor gently patted him on the shoulder, his tone was a little regretful, and even a little understanding.

But in the next second, his palm slashed over Meng Chao's throat, "Then you're useless, go die!" ”

Meng Chao's eyes widened, his throat ached, his blood soared, and he fell to the ground.

One after another, human soldiers disguised as monsters and obscured their faces with skull patterns, stepped over him.

He was like a ball with a hole in it, he lost all his strength in an instant, he couldn't move, he couldn't see the wound on his neck, he could only hear the sound of blood "zing" and shooting, he felt the expanding pool of viscous blood, and felt the rapid passage of life.

The feeling of falling into death inch by inch, like being swallowed up by a dark swamp, even if it was just a memory, still eroded his nerves like acid, making him want to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

The stinky-mouthed instructor crouched down and looked at him intently.

"In the next life, no matter what I say, there will be only one answer, 'Yes, instructor, yes!'."

He gently patted Meng Chao's cheek with his blood-drenched deformed palm, "Remember the standard answer, 99." ”

Meng Chao remembered.

The instructor strode away.

"Again, don't speak Earthling!"

Soon, where Meng Chao couldn't see, the screaming mushroom began to scream.

Meng Chao was screaming, waiting for death to come.

The darkness overwhelmed him, and he walked through the darkness, from memory to reality.

He found himself curled up in a corner, still clutching his throat, his arms and chest covered in nosebleeds.

The cold sweat that had not flowed in the fierce battle just now had already soaked his clothes.

"Meng Chao, what's the situation!"

Luo Hai was dumbfounded, he wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start, and he didn't dare to disturb him, seeing that he opened his eyes again, and seemed to regain consciousness, he said, "You shouldn't go crazy, right?" ”

"Nope."

Meng Chao took a deep breath and felt like a drowning man who had sunk into a deep pool for several minutes before being salvaged.

No wonder, the memories of past lives must be unlocked gradually.

The impact of this memory just now is too strong and terrifying.

If he had unlocked it a few months ago when he was still an ordinary person, he would have burned his brain directly.

Even now......

Meng Chao covered his hot brain, still immersed in a huge shock.

"So, I used the 'fake throat cutting' trick on Duan Lian because I once tasted it in a secret training camp and was impressed?

"In my previous life, what did I, Dragon City, and the entire civilization become in order to survive?"