As soon as this idea came out, the thinking between the brains seemed to press the pause button and stopped instantly.

Then, a sharp thought came to him.

"What was I doing before digging the grave?"

At this moment, he held the sword strangely from time to time, aimed at his stomach, and froze at a distance of one centimeter.

"Damn, there's a problem, there's a big problem!"

He was drenched in cold sweat behind him at the moment, and the sword in front of him was not bad at this moment.

He turned his head stiffly, and the people around him, including the demigod, for some reason, did not react to his actions, as if the characters in the painting, no matter what they did, seemed to have nothing to do with them.

The brain began to work frantically again, anxiously collecting his current memories, trying to find out what kind of state he was in.

But for some reason, his mind was blank, no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a reason, and at the same time, a bunch of strange things came out of a corner of his head.

In order to keep his mind clear, he began to silently reminisce about his past experience:

"My name is Lin Jingmin, I am 69 years old this year, I am married, I have a daughter and a son, my level is level 137, my profession is a third-turn assassin, and my best skill is the Void Demon Thorn......"

As he read on, a string of familiar and unfamiliar words came out of his mouth.

As he read and spoke, his tone became slower and slower, until at last, he stopped.

And his face was very blank at the moment, and he looked like a traveler lost in the desert.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? ”

However, this confusion did not last long, and he was attracted by the sword in his hand.

The sword is extremely good-looking, if you use the handsome guys and beauties of human beings as a metaphor, then this sword is enough to feed the people of a city with its appearance.

"By the way, I'm digging a grave, I took a lot of effort to get this ticket from a Void Merchant, to prepare for the Underworld dungeon in three days, by the way, I'll have to buy a birthday cake for my daughter when I go back later, and it will be her birthday in another day......"

The memories in his mind grew clearer and clearer, and he gradually confirmed his identity.

He couldn't help but use his fingers to keep stroking back and forth on the sword body, and the sword body, which was as bright as a mirror, was also reflected at this moment.

This is a middle-aged man's face, full of vicissitudes and traces of time.

It's his own face.

Fingers stroked over the face reflected in the sword's body, and finally fixed on the crazy and dazed blue eyes.

"Nope! It's not me! ”

The eyes on the sword in front of him immediately revealed a point of fear.

Fear that one's identity is about to disappear.

The next moment, those eyes instantly turned from blue to black, and then from black to purple.

【Ding! Activate the Damageless Talent! Enchanting Eyes gains a 600% increase]

【Ding! You've unleashed a spell on yourself! 】

【Ding! You're currently in a state of enchantment! 】

Suddenly, he was in a trance, and all the memories in his mind poured out like a tidal wave.

Damn it! He forgot that the biggest threat in this memory cemetery is not the so-called greed, but the memory!

Because in this memory cemetery, not only those treasures are excavated, but also the memories of life as funeral objects!

He let out a scolding scold.

Thanks to the non-injury bonus, the 600% increase in the charm technique was able to achieve such an outrageous degree that it forcibly pulled him out of the influence of other people's memories.

This wave is fighting poison with poison!

But even when he was sober, he still couldn't regain control of himself.

Because the enchanting eye can only keep him awake, but it can't destroy the memory of the dead who has eroded him, let alone completely get rid of it.

Therefore, he can only stay in this person's memory now, like a ghost pressing the bed, he can only see, not move.

And at this moment, when Bai Liang was struggling with his memory, the people outside the arena who were originally going to surround Bai Liang were drunk by the demigods standing beside Bai Liang, and they all dispersed.

And the senior Yuan who was mixed in the crowd looked at Bai Liang, who was suddenly full of weapons and props, and maintained a motionless posture.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

As a powerhouse of the fourth turn, his resistance is far stronger than Bai Liang, who doesn't even have a turn.

Because of this, he vaguely remembered a few things.

In this memory cemetery, everyone's admission ticket, in addition to the props issued by the dungeon, actually includes one thing of its own, that is, memory.

This memory is the memory of the rules of the copy, in other words, everyone here will more or less hand over the copy when they come in, and the content of the hand in is completely random, so people here often mistakenly violate the rules of the copy and are forced to die.

And this process of handing over memories was also handed in.

And this copy, the rules are often not as simple as the three sentences of reprimand that the demigods said, the most important of which is the memory of the funeral goods.

Just like in the process of excavation, it will be affected by the memory of the deceased as a burial object, if you stay for the first time and contact with the deceased for a longer time, then the impact of the memory will be more serious.

He didn't remember these very clearly, and only now did he rely on his own spiritual power to forcibly recall them, so at that time, he had to use the sentence Don't be too greedy, you will die, to tell the kid not to touch too much, but now it seems that this person has come to his senses and proved that he didn't look away.

Senior Yuan nodded:

"Interesting, this hairy boy is not afraid of dragging when he enters this copy, and even I am curious, I am curious, how long can this kid live, a little kid who is not accompanied by his elders, dares to enter this memory cemetery, and angers the demigods, if this copy can be released, I will cut off my head and kick it as a ball."

Secretly looked at the demigod who was almost attached to Bai Liang, and he had another thought in his heart:

"If you can survive this, then this kid is indeed extraordinary, after all, under this condition, even if you change those college students, it is difficult to find a glimmer of life, and if you can really survive, then the college entrance examination in a few days will be lively."

He can probably guess one or two about Bai Liang's thoughts, a level 20, without a turn, and picking such an exciting person to play before the college entrance examination is basically a wild student, this kind of student usually dies for those rankings, and can do anything, and this kind of person can often find a large number of people in the college entrance examination death report every year.

can be like this kind of operation of raising Gu for himself, but whoever survives is basically very powerful.

From a certain point of view, he is actually quite optimistic about this stinky boy.

Back at the tomb, Bai Liang was still struggling with that memory.

He leaned on the Prator's Ring, and tried the Eye of Charm to get rid of that memory, but no matter what, he could only keep himself awake for a moment.

During this period, if he had any thoughts of giving up digging the grave, he would be forcibly pulled back by that memory, but under the influence of the Charming Eye, he immediately remained awake.

Over and over again, he felt like he was about to be played to death.

This memory is very real, whether it is the call panel or the viewing skill, it is extremely real, especially after he uses the skill, there will be two voices in his head.

One is the sound of the deceased's memories after the charm.

One is the sound of the prompt after the end of your skill.

In a trance, he always felt that he was about to lose out who he really was and who he was, and sometimes even the release of the charm would be forgotten.

Over time, sooner or later he will forget what his last name is.

But fortunately, he can barely stalemate with the memory of the three-turn powerhouse now.

And the memory of the deceased seemed to know that he couldn't help him, and after a few attacks, he turned sharply and jumped directly to the next stage.

The change came so quickly that before he could even react, everything around him suddenly changed.

I saw that there were facelings watching sadly all around, and the cloaked man stood in front of him at this time, and ruthlessly said a few words to him:

"Your digging time is three and a half minutes, but you've been digging for ten minutes, so you're running out of time."