There has never been a moment when the Brahman Society has been so hesitant that he doesn't even know what kind of action or language to use to face Art at this time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He was so happy that even his heart was beating faster, and his expression involuntarily turned into joy.

And yet he was in pain.

Art's expressionless face, as well as his posture of being ready to attack at any moment, and the anesthetic needle he held in his right hand, clearly reflected a fact.

He's here to get himself, and he's serious.

It was the last thing Van wanted to happen, but there was nothing he could do.

"Ahem." He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"So you've been alive all along, Art." Van smiled, once in order to search for Art's body, he deliberately returned to the location of his corpse, but found nothing. So he thought for a while that Art's body was either incinerated or, as Mandala put it, made into so-called food.

However, the truth of the matter is that Art did not die at all.

"Brahman." Art was still expressionless, just like the previous Fan.

"What?"

"My name is Van . Art repeated calmly.

"Brahman......?" Fan's expression began to become strange, accompanied by a slight puzzle. "You ......"

"Pick up your weapon, I'll give you a fair chance to fight."

Van was slightly stunned, he had to admit that from the moment Art appeared, his mind began to be slightly confused.

"I don't want to fight you." Van shook his head.

"Okay." Art no longer insisted, but approached Van step by step with steady steps.

"Art, what's wrong with you?" Fan's face was full of puzzlement, as it became clearer and clearer that the Art in front of him was almost completely different from the one he remembered.

"I said I'm not called Art, I'm called Fan!" Art let out an irritated roar, and suddenly raised his foot and kicked Fan's body away.

Fan who landed on the ground coughed violently, "You said your name is Fan, so who am I?" ”

"I don't care who you are!"

"Have you lost your memory?" Van clutched his side ribs hard.

"Nope." Art replied categorically.

But Van still saw that Atna's complicated expression lasted for a short moment.

"Who told you your name is Brahman." Van gasped slightly.

However, Art pinched Fan's neck hard, pulling his whole body up, "No one told me that from the moment I woke up, I was called Fan." ”

Van smiled after hearing this, and the smile tugged at the muscles of his face, causing the splinters that pierced his cheeks to cut out wisps of blood, "You know? You're a lot like me used to be. ”

"I'm not like anybody." Art replied coldly, and then the anesthetic needle was instantly inserted into Fan's neck.

"You really can't remember everything that happened before?" Before the onset time of the anesthesia had been reached, Van asked softly, and he almost gave up his resistance.

Art frowned and did not answer Van 's question.

"Then do you want to know what happened before you woke up?"

"Like, for example, how did your scars come about?"

Art continued to be silent, carrying Van back into the chariot with his body.

Van sighed softly, it seemed that Art really couldn't remember what happened before.

"To whom are you loyal now? Yang Feng? Or Yang Ji, or other generals. ”

"Do you always like to chatter?" Art became more and more irritable.

"Heh," Van smiled softly, "wasn't that how you used to be. ”

Art's body slammed, and his expression was stunned for a moment.

"Do you know where that stab wound on your right rib came from?"

"Survival Trial, you are trying to block the enemy from behind for me."

"That scar on your left abdomen, D-Class Mission, A-07, you blocked the sudden blow of the refugee for me."

"The scar on the back of your head......"

"Enough!" Art roared loudly, his hands slamming heavily on the steering wheel.

"The fatal sword wound that pierced your cheek and chest, from the earthly ice weapon, from the Angel of Death, from me!" Instead of stopping, Brahma spoke more urgently.

"I've said enough!" Art punched Van in the cheek, and the force almost dislocated Van and broke his neck.

Vertigo was accompanied by anesthesia, and Fan finally fell into a deep sleep completely.

Art had already begun to regret it from the moment he made his move, and an inexplicable palpitation made his heart beat faster, in fact, he had been like this since the moment Fan appeared.

The fragments of memories that had haunted him and had lost them tormented his nerves again.

He drove with one hand, his other hand clutching his hair in pain, and the whites of his eyes were covered with cobweb-like bloodshots. His gaze kept shifting back and forth between the front and Van body.

Among the fragments of broken and missing memories was always a name called Brahman, who had no face or voice, but it was all he could remember, the only thing associated with the past.

So he called himself Brahman, and used his title and his tone.

Because he wants to grasp the trajectory of the past and end the pain caused by the memories of chaos.

"Ahh Art screamed frantically, he stopped the chariot, forcefully pulled out the first-aid kit, and various healing injections were indiscriminately injected into Fan's body.

He didn't want Van to get hurt, let alone die because of it, he didn't know why he thought that, but he finally decided to follow his heart.

"Art, Art, Art! My name is not Art, my name is Brahma! Art clutched his head in pain, a torrent of debris that seemed to burst his brain.

He just lay on the steering wheel with his head covered, motionless.

In fact, as early as the moment he saw Fan, a familiar impulse stirred his mind, and at that moment all his broken and vague memory fragments seemed to have a pillar, or found their belonging.

Sanskrit! Is he Brahman?

But if that's the case, then who is he? What is he?

Art? Who is Art? What should Art be like?

All of Art's vivid memories are from the moment he awoke from the dark abyss.

It was a closed room, everything was strange, and with him, he was locked in the room.

From that moment on, his life has been studied by a group of people dressed in white all the time, all the time!

He has no freedom, no choice, even eating and sleeping, which must be arranged accordingly.

Blood draws, blood transfusions, injections, and full-body examinations are his daily routines.

Then suddenly one day, he was told that he could leave the cold house, and he finally had the opportunity to witness the familiar and strange world beyond the house.

The shattered and broken memories have tormented his nerves all the time since that moment.

He had no friends, and beyond the cold room was a bigger cage besieging him.

He didn't know his name, and everyone called him the archetype.

He didn't like the name, even disgusted it. So he called himself Brahman, from those fragments of memory.

Soon, he finally met his "kind". However, before this novelty had subsided, he was ordered to fight each other with these fellow men, a real fight!

Because in the end, only one person will be able to leave alive.

Combat was fearful and alien to him, as he didn't use any combat techniques at all.

However, when he succeeded in stabbing his weapon into his opponent's body in a near-desperate situation, he awakened the skill and instinct that had been buried in the past.

From that day on, he was always the last one to survive, and more importantly, he discovered that he was not actually one of his kind to these opponents.

He wants to be stronger, or rather, a higher level of life!

Because, he is able to use both abilities at the same time.

He was then sent on a mission that would be rewarded with access to those who had anything to do with him. , all the information of the past that is tightly sealed.

Art finally came to his senses from his anguish and glanced at Van who was still unconscious, just about to start his chariot.

And at this moment, on the distant horizon, billowing smoke and dust proves that a convoy is a convoy.

The Bai family's convoy. (To be continued.) )