"In less than two hundred years, I will be able to carry out the next trial, but all the memories of this trial will be lost, and I am not sure that I will succeed, I really want to find you before the trial."

Relatives have become his obsession.

"Virtual, if I can pass the next trial, can I find my daughter by using the virtual value?" He said solemnly.

"Yes, it is almighty to have a false value, but the host should understand that the price is related to the difficulty of finding, and the host has no information at all, and the cost will inevitably be very large."

"Approximate how much, I just want to know the reward for the next trial, can I do it?"

"Just simply confirming a person's coordinates, involving time and space, should be sufficient."

"Then if I can't find my daughter in the next hundred years, I will have to wait for after this trial."

Zhang Mu took a breath of relief, knowing that it was unlikely to be found at this time, because he had been looking for thousands of years.

In his last moment, he was thinking about how to use the privilege of the last reward to best help him in the next trial.

He was able to get a special ability in this ultimate trial, and he didn't need to think about it to know that it was to set a talent for himself to ensure that he could rise relatively easily.

Special abilities can be varied, but they don't include having any memories, and Void told him that the stronger the ability, the greater the suppression and the greater the danger.

For example, if the talent is omniscient and omnipotent, then the first birth may be miserably, and it will not be able to be used.

In the end, Zhang Curtain could only be lowered slightly, and without destroying the balance, he could get the most powerful golden finger, that is, he could devour the essence and soul at the same time, so that no matter how he cultivated, as long as he killed, he could continue to grow and reach the requirements of the trial.

He also thought about other abilities, such as allowing himself to have a strong understanding or an anti-celestial physique, but they were too sideways to be discovered for a long time.

It's still a growth class, and the talent that is powerful through plunder is relatively powerful, of course, it's still much worse than the omnipotent virtual value.

In the end, the cooldown time came, Zhang Mu didn't find his daughter, so he could only choose the trial with great grievance, he didn't know if he could succeed, but as long as he succeeded, at least he would have a greater chance to find his daughter, which was better than the aimless now.

So Jae-hyun told him that he could start the trial, and he entered decisively.

A chime rings in my ears: "The second ultimate time begins!" "This trial is about whether the host can become the true master of the Void Gate, please pay attention to the host."

"In this trial, the host will be in a special state, and all cultivation and memories will be erased, starting from scratch."

"Trial Mission: In the case of losing all cultivation and memory, become the top existence in this world, otherwise you can't leave, and the success reward is one trillion virtual value, if you die halfway, as long as the soul is not avoidable, you can reincarnate and rebuild until you succeed, if the soul is all scattered and there is no success, then the mission is considered to be a failure, and the Gate of Void Luo will choose a new host."

"Next, the host will lose everything, whether it can get out of the trial world, it depends on how the host develops after reincarnation, and now the trial begins!"

Zhang Mu could only smile bitterly, and then completely lost all consciousness, his soul was weakened, and he was reincarnated in the world of trials and began a completely new life.

……

A certain world, a certain moment.

"Ahh

In the dark, damp room, a pale, thin boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, suddenly sat up, his forehead constantly breaking out in cold sweat, and his chest rose and fell violently.

Call......

Zhang Muchang exhaled, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his dark eyes: "I didn't expect to have a nightmare again." ”

At this time, he still had countless voices, characters, and scenes in his mind...... Flowing like light and shadow.

These childhood memories were originally a nightmare that he would never forget.

Zhang Mu shook his head, that painful life, or it is not a life at all, no matter how unbearable it is, it has long been a thing of the past, and it is better to try to live now.

Squeak~

The crumbling wooden door was slowly pushed open, the fresh air, the warm light, everything was so beautiful, and Zhang Mu's pale face slightly recovered a hint of ruddyness.

"Yo, Young Master Mu, get up so early to herd the cattle?"

A voice of half ridicule, three parts pity, and two parts disdain, came from the mouth of a sword-wielding guard.

This person was blocked in front of the door, not tall, dressed in a gray guard uniform, with a square face, but with high cheekbones and sneering lips, he was less honest and more worldly.

The other house slaves who had just gotten up looked at Zhang Mu for a moment, then shook their heads, lamenting his misfortune, but did not get angry with him, because they knew that this young man was not qualified to fight.

"Hmm."

A few traces of ruddy on Zhang Mu's face dissipated, as if he had never appeared.

He shook his hand slightly, feeling aggrieved in his heart, but he also had to spit out a word, unwilling to offend even one of the lowest-ranking guards.

This is because this person is the one who is on high and directs him to supervise "whether he is doing well or not."

It's true that he is a young master, but he is a young master who should not have been born, and it is a miracle that he can live to this moment in the eyes of others.

Seeing that Zhang Mu was so obedient, the guard who spoke Ma Qi was still as spineless as ever, couldn't help but be a little discouraged, scolded a coward, and then left happily.

There is no reason, he is not easy to do it, although this kid is cowardly, he has a good relationship with other people, and when he does it himself, some people are estimated to have to chew their tongues non-stop.

At this time, a young man who was also thin, about the same age as Zhang Mu, and had a sallow face, walked out: "Brother Mu, go and eat, I'll help you feed you water first." ”

Zhang Mu had a nightmare, he woke up later than usual, the time was a little urgent, and he really needed help, so he nodded.

"Ah Lun, I'm sorry for you!"

Luo Lun smiled: "Why are you talking about this, you go to eat quickly, otherwise you will be late to go out, and they will beat you again." ”

Seeing that his good brother was missing a front tooth, Zhang Mu, who knew why, felt warm in his heart, patted his chest, and hurriedly ran to the cafeteria.

Luo Lun was right, he had to go out before the hour according to the regulations, so that the brute cow could eat the freshest young grass. If it's late, it will be discovered by the steward, and it will inevitably be beaten.

When he came to the dining hall, the people who ate here were all house slaves, of course, he was not, but his status was lower than that of house slaves, and no one would care about him.

The one who sent the rice was a middle-aged woman with a pockmarked face, and when she saw Zhang Mu's pale and thin face, she sighed slightly, feeling pity in her heart, but she didn't dare to give more points.

Zhang Mu received a steamed bun and a bowl of thin soup with visible bottoms, compared to the other people's three steamed buns and a large bowl of thick porridge, he was obviously treated unfairly.