When Dream Whisper got up again, there was a divination bead in front of the table, and he seemed to have come to the room with yin and yang eyes.

Dream whispered very clearly, Snow Boy held the ice blade in his hand and pierced directly through his chest, and the front end of the ice blade stabbed out from behind......

His gaze began to dim and his blood began to drain......

Then Dream whispered that he was lying on an operating table, and the doctor seemed to be performing heart-cutting surgery on him......

Heart-cutting surgery! Disappearing Heart......

That's right! Hospital! Why didn't you think of it?

Who stole my heart? And who buried me here?

Whoever stole my heart was not the one who cut my heart, and after the operation failed, he threw the body in the cemetery.

But all this is missing a crucial clue, why did they steal the heart? It is impossible to do such a thankless thing for no reason.

The clue was broken again, and Dream Whisper slowly sat up, placing her palm on her left chest, hoping that her heart was still there.

Feeling his heart pounding, Yume whispered a sigh of relief.

After all, it is indeed a happy thing to sit on the heart-cutting operating table and be able to come down with your heart.

Only...... There was no surgery, so the purpose of Yin Yang Mingming bringing Dream Whisper back to his room was definitely not pure.

The door of the house was opened, and Yin and Yang walked in with small steps, and sat down on the edge of the bed where Dream Whisper was.

"You should be curious...... Yin Yang Mingming sat on the edge of the bed where Dream whispered, "I'm also curious?" How the hell did you get here?"

Yin Yang Mingming laughed sickly, and a dark aura emanated from Yin Yang Ming's body......

I don't know how long I've been around, and every time I remember that I've broken my arm, I'm alive again!

All the ghosts in Moss Street are like this, but I realized that my memories of my past were completely gone, and one day it occurred to me that I could record them.

That way, even if my memories disappear again, I can retrieve my memories in the place where I recorded them.

When I finished recording my memories and was about to put them in the only wooden cabinet in my room, when I opened the cabinet, you knew what I saw!

The whole cabinet is full of paper like this, and it all records my memory! A cabinet! A whole cabinet!

The cabinets were almost full, but they were neatly arranged, and I must have kept them in my previous life.

Before I knew it, I didn't know how long I had since I sorted out the big cabinet of papers.

Panic to find out that there is no time on the page! They are all marked by "world"! And now I've found the last page of the paper in the wooden cabinet: 12680 times!

In the time before I died, I seemed to call it a lifetime, but a cabinet full of such a lifetime, I suddenly discovered...... I don't know how many lives I've lived.

And even if I don't die, I will lose my memories at a time, and when I don't lose my memory, I will inexplicably lose my memories slowly.

Everything was arranged, and it seemed like we would never be able to escape from this cage.

Time exists, but in this world where there is only darkness, it becomes meaningless! We know that time passes, but we can't find anything that can record time!

We seem to have tried many ways, but all of them are useless, and in the end we define our lives by "one life".

But now I can't even forget how many lives I've lived! The last date on the paper is 12680, but I know I must have lived longer than that!

And I learned about the light in the sky on the paper I wrote, and we called it "Morning Light"!

But it's only half the battle, it does emit light, but it needs our blood to feed it!

So we started collecting goblin blood, but ...... We found out that there were 108 of us, and Dawn was going to eat all the blood of more than 300 goblins in a day!

Where is there so much blood to sustain the "morning light"?

But when we saw "light", we all suffered from a drug addiction called light, and our 108 ghosts had infighting for the first time!

We fought, and it wasn't the first time we'd fought, but we've never been so fierce!

The goblins that the madman had just developed were limited to taking potions, and we started taking them one after another, and some of them even swallowed glass! The walls, bluestone bricks, trees, and moss that no one had even walked on were covered with traces of blood.

Overnight, at least 30 goblins died, and we threw them in a meat grinder and began to squeeze the only blood they had......

When "Dawn" rises again, the crazy goblin comes up with a crazy idea: "Hematopoietic Project"!

We started collecting blood, we started executing a crazy idea that if we figured out the composition of blood, we would see the light forever!

After all, we've lived long enough, and now we have our own hope!

I only remember the past of one life after another, and completely forget how many lifetimes I have participated in the "hematopoietic project"!

And the plan succeeded, and the blood could indeed be provided to the "Dawn" for use.

The morning light once again hung in the sky, and Moss Street once again ushered in its own light!

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But we discovered, a fatal flaw, that Dawn began to repel the artificial blood that it fell from the sky...... Smashed on the ground.

We are all accustomed to the presence of light, but we have not gone back to what it was...... How can you be willing?

Once again, the crazy goblin came up with an even crazier idea: "If artificial blood can't work, then can't the heart be used to make blood?"

We started this round of the project, and the name of the project was "Dawn".

That madman wants to make a pact with us, and that is to make us voluntarily donate our hearts to make blood! Know that once the goblin voluntarily surrenders the heart after the contract is made, the missing heart cannot be restored in any way!

We certainly disagreed, and our 107 goblins beat him into the graveyard in a fit of rage.

But we began to regret it, the morning sun fell from the sky again, and the world ushered in darkness once more!

The days without light began, and every day was so tormenting that everything seemed to start to get boring.

We committed suicide, and we all lay in the cemetery, hoping to see the light in the next life.

When I stood up again, my bones crackled.

We gathered 108 ghosts in the street and began the real meaning of blood.

The contract has been simulated: "From today onwards, I will volunteer to participate in the Dawn Project, and I will not take out my heart during the Dawn Project." ”

At the back of the contract, there are signatures of our 108 ghosts, and the contract begins to flash with golden light, and the contract takes effect!

I seemed to die a few more times, but I crawled out of the cemetery and continued to work on Project Dawn.

When the first success came, "Dawn" was hung in the sky for the fourth time.

But now that our hearts have left our bodies, we are starting to fail, and the blood that could supply Dawn is becoming less and less, and our bodies are starting to get colder.

We kept a record of our affairs and kept them in our own homes.

And the first time the blood was made, that one madman made a robot, we call him "Investigator"! They will be responsible for recording our affairs, or reminding us what to do!

And I found a fatal flaw without a heart...... We seem to have forgotten what the real light looks like, I have seen the light of another world, and it can warm the heart.

But now we are getting colder and colder, and we don't have a heart...... Our blood begins to fail to circulate, and our blood begins to clot in our own body.

But now we are all accustomed to the presence of the morning light, without this trace of light...... Moss Street will once again be plunged into darkness.

I feel like I'm losing my memory faster and faster, as for why I know...... In the past, I had to write more than 20 pages of paper, but now I can't even write a single one.

It all seems to have something to do with our vanished hearts...... But here's the funny thing: we ...... Forget where the heart is stored!

Even the youkai who took the blood didn't know where the heart was placed!

It's impossible for me not to record something so important! But I rummaged through my cabinet, and I even took out a lifetime to look at my 12680th life, and I found that there was one life missing from the cabinet...... It was 8604 years......

The rest is in the cupboard, but the 8604th century is gone!

Our 108 yokai are gathered together again...... But found ...... We are all one life less, and all of them: 8604 lives!

All this ...... Once again, it was at an impasse.

And now...... The blood is starting to run out of the morning light, we ...... The next program is about to begin.

We call it the "Heart-Seeking Project"!"

The story is finished, and the story is like a key key, Dream whispers directly to crack the task assigned by the mobile phone, but he still needs to find those stolen hearts.

And Dream whispered to understand why Xue Tong would directly pick up the ice blade and pierce it through his chest.

Snow boy has amnesia...... But he appeared in front of Snow Child again, and Snow Child still didn't remember Dream Whispering.

Now Yin Yang Eye Ming is looking at him sickly, Dream whispers that Yin Yang Eye Ming has something to do for him.

Otherwise, Yin Yang Eye Ming would not save him at all, at least his heart could be used by "Dawn".

Right now...... The mobile quest is almost complete, so now it's time to consider doing the quest on the passbook.

But before doing the pass book task, he must listen to Yin and Yang Mingming say what he needs to do. He didn't think that Yin Yang Mingming would talk to him so much in vain.

"I want you to steal those hearts back!" Yin and Yang clearly stated their purpose.

Dream whispered and didn't agree immediately, everything was almost as Yin and Yang Eyes said...... So why don't you go and find your own heart?

Yin Yang Mingming must still have a problem with him, Dream whispered and immediately understood that he didn't think he was the protagonist, the protagonist could promise anything, and he would be blessed with a great life.

But Dream whispers can't do it, he has to put his own safety first.

As for what Yin Yang Eye Ming is hiding from him, all this can only be speculated on what he knows so far, Dream Whisper believes that Yin Yang Eye Ming will not tell him, that should be the real secret of Moss Street!