In a cave on the outskirts of the jungle, a man with a blurred face holds a child.

The man had a sword pinned to his waist and was covered in blood. He had a dagger stuck in his abdomen, the blade of which was purple and poisoned.

The child was about five or six years old, unconscious, with blood on his clothes, whether it was stained with blood from the man's body or if he was also injured. There was a seductive red color on his eyebrows, and a cloud of black gas. The black gas is not very honest, and constantly tries to break free, but is always pulled by the enchanting red.

The man put his hand on the dagger and pulled it out violently, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and there was no sound except the sound of the dagger cutting through the flesh.

He put the dagger aside and walked into the cave with the child in his arms.

The small waterhole in the cave caught his attention, and he took off the child's clothes, leaving the child naked in the air.

The man frowned, unable to bear to look at the child in front of him.

The child's tender skin was covered with scars, most of which had recovered, and the blood crusts on it were old and thick. But there was a dark hole in his chest, and it was hard to imagine what kind of weapon caused it. What's even more unimaginable is that this child is still alive!

The man put the child in the waterhole and washed it a few times, revealing his immature but resolute face.

The child is very handsome, and if he grows up smoothly, I don't know how many girls will be fascinated.

The black qi on his forehead appeared from time to time, and every time the black qi came out, the bewitching aura would always appear and pull the black qi back.

The man looked at the child's face and shook his head, perhaps feeling that the child had to suffer so much at such an age, which was really pitiful.

When the child's tightly knit brow touched the water, it stretched out inexplicably, and the pretty face became more handsome.

The man drew the sword from his waist and probed the cave, then slashed a few swords on the rocks of several caves.

He drew these swords very carefully, to fit the original sound of the stone stalactite, coupled with the sword qi, it required a very delicate operation to make it change.

When everything was done, he withdrew his sword and looked at the children in the cave. He took a few steps out, then retreated, two or three times, and finally decided to leave.

The man's body turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the cavern along with his sword.

Suddenly sand and rocks flew away, the sand and gravel were lifted by the strong wind, and the hot air was irritating.

The wounds on the man's body were gone, and his outfit had not changed much, except that it was no longer shabby, and although it was not ornate, it was neat. The sword was still the same sword, shining brighter in the strong sunlight.

There was a little girl standing beside him, dressed in white, and following him step by step.

The man's face was still so blurry, and the little girl's face seemed to be covered by yellow sand, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see it clearly.

Mu Fan wanted to walk over and wipe the yellow sand off the girl's face, but found that he had turned into a little boy, the boy who appeared by the waterhole.

He exclaimed, subconsciously rushed towards the man, and as he ran, he suddenly noticed that the sand under his feet was moving, sliding him backwards.

Mu Fan wanted to speak, wanted to shout, but the yellow sand flew up from the ground without warning, burrowing into his mouth and nose, making him speechless and unable to even breathe.

When the man and girl on the other side saw him, they didn't say anything, did nothing, just watched quietly and coldly.

Black gas spilled out of the sand, slowly enveloping him, and then burrowing through his pores into his body. He was so frightened that the true element in his body disappeared, and his body was weak and had no strength. Too helpless, only frightened.

"Ah......" Mu Fan cried out, he opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the bed covered in sweat, the desk next to the bed was motionless, and there was a letter from Ding Song on the desk.

He scolded secretly: "Damn, it's been a long time since I've encountered a nightmare, why did it suddenly appear today?" What bad luck! ”

Mu Fan knew that his nightmares were true, and everything was a memory he had lost in the past.

Rarely dreaming of some important people and places this time, in case he forgot the next day, he hurriedly sat down on the edge of the bed, lay on the table and drew what he saw in his dream.

First of all, there was a cave and a waterhole, painted and painted, and he found that this place was a waterhole on the outskirts of the dense forest. Thinking that these were all memories that had been lost before, it meant that he had been to the waterhole.

Mu Fan put down his pen and recalled the scene when he and Song Changgeng first went to the waterhole. At that time, Song Changgeng discovered the secret of the stone stalactite by mistake, and it could make a sound when struck.

Combined with the dream, a guess popped up in his mind, and just guessing made him swallow his saliva.

He is the little boy brought by the man, and the person who left the sentence "I'll lead them away, you take the child first" on the stalactite is the man with a blurred face in the dream.

This conjecture made his hair stand on end, and if this conjecture was true, then nothing would be a coincidence!

The Mu family suffered a catastrophe, and many forces joined forces to annex the Mu family, and someone secretly reported to the Mu family, making the Mu family prepared.

Grandpa arranged for him to exchange identities with Yan Qing, but did not tell him the specific dangers faced by the Mu family and the family's preparations. Telling him to complete what Yan Qing should do as an identity is the greatest help to the family.

He did so, and successfully exchanged identities, bringing countless benefits to him and the Mu family. It not only preserved him, but also deceived many forces.

In the process of completing what Yan Qing should do, he was unexpectedly involved in the battle for the Shanhe Order.

Recently, he discovered that the Shanhe Order was a secret that the master deliberately hidden, and it was related to the five-year memories he had sealed.

Tonight's dream convinced him that it was no coincidence that he reached the cave on the outskirts of the jungle and discovered the hidden secrets inside the cave. Someone must have deliberately guided it!

"Who the hell is it?" Mu Fan couldn't think of it, "Do I recognize it?" What exactly was his intention? ”

Before the grand meeting of the sect, he had been separated from Master Huikong for a while. Huikong took Senior Brother and Chang Gung away, and he and Xiao Wan and the Assassin from Beihua went to Chunyang Temple.

Everyone finally met in Chunyang Temple, and Song Changgeng found a crystal mine, and there were some scratches in that crystal mine, and the scratches could also form a sentence.

Mu Fan's hand couldn't stop trembling, everything, the occasional seemingly coincidental event, there seemed to be a hand behind it. This hand is controlling the occurrence of certain events, like a choreographed opera.

He involuntarily raised his hand and touched the top of his head and his back, but there was nothing.

"There's no line, I'm not a puppet, who the hell is it? Who is it! Mu Fan didn't dare to make a noise, so he could only shout in his heart.

"Is it grandpa?" Mu Fan shook his head, "It's not him, if grandpa had such strength, he wouldn't have been forced to this point......"

In the middle of the night, he lay on his desk like a madman. On the desk was a piece of paper with a drawing of a cave with a small pool in it. He shuddered, his eyes filled with panic and doubt......