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The early morning sun pierced my dreams through the tent, and it exploded into red Zhu Dantong all over the ground.

I felt like I had the same dream I had yesterday again, exactly the same. It seems to be about cars, people, choices, life and death. But the impression quickly dissipated in my mind, and soon only a faint sense of regret was left in my mind, which was the feeling that remained in my dream.

But I don't have time to relive the feeling or recall the dream scene, so I need to hurry up and get rid of the red stall on the ground before the team gets ready to go.

I've been dreaming a lot lately.

Since I didn't bring tools like brooms, it was a bit of a hassle to clean up.

With a little effort, I packed my luggage and joined the large group.

After everyone had rested, they seemed to be in good spirits, so they said goodbye to the people in the village and continued their journey towards the core area of the Holy City.

It was no longer a barren and uninhabited land, with the occasional bare path visible between the low battery bushes and grass, and the occasional traces of other people's fires on the side of the road.

Until the end of the day, everyone rested in place for a while. The team leader gave everyone some water again. There wasn't a lot of water, but we just replenished some in the village, and it was enough for us to reach the core, and it was more than enough.

Not long after resting, a man on the side approached riding a strange creature.

"Hello gentlemen." He appeared to be dressed in a dishevelled outfit, wearing tattered iron armor, and the helmet part of his mask seemed to be so badly damaged that it hung from the tail of his mount. "May I ask which direction is La Mancha in? I seem to be lost and don't know where I've come. ”

"Ramancha?" One of the people next to me replied, "I've never heard of this place at all." ”

Everyone said that they did not know the name of the place, thinking that it might be a niche nickname for some place.

"Looks like I'm really lost." The man looked disappointed. "Pity my peerless beauty, Dulcinea, she may not be able to wait for me; Pity my brother Sancho, who has also lost with me, and I am afraid that we will never see each other again. Alas—"

"Please wait." I was surprised, "What did you just say...... What Ya what Sancho, is it a human name? ”

"Of course." He struggled to roll off his mount. "One is my princess—the other is my servant and friend. Pity! I just met a white beast, and I fought with it on the spur of the moment, and accidentally got separated from my brother Josan—"

White Behemoth......

“...... Are you talking about a white beast with four legs, a furry body, and about four or five of your height? I couldn't help but ask.

"Yes. Have you encountered it too? No wonder it ran away when I charged at it. He seemed a little smug.

Well, it's a sheep master. It's a bitter master.

"So, do you remember your own name?" I thought about it and asked what I thought was the most important question.

If the man in front of me remembers his name, then maybe I can find a clue to my lost name in him.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself." He stroked the back of his mount, "This is my companion 'Rare Skirmish', and I'm the Ranger Knight......"

Halfway through the conversation, it came to an abrupt end. He stood there, muttering, "I... What's my name......"

An expression of disbelief grew to his thin face, as if he couldn't believe that he had forgotten his name.

He gave me a lot of the same feeling as the doctor, but not the same. Doctor, I know, he only cared about the plague research in his mouth, so he didn't pay much attention to other irrelevant things around him, and it was normal that he couldn't remember other people's names, so after forgetting his own name, he "couldn't remember any names". And the middle-aged man in front of him, who claimed to be a knight, obviously remembered the names of many people before. And now Dudu has forgotten his name, which is worth pondering.

"Leave him alone." Someone next to me poked me. "Look at him again."

When I heard this, I looked at the knight with some confusion. It was then that I realized that the knight had lost his shadow. However, the shadow of his mount is still there, which is somewhat ironic.

People who have no shadow will gradually see things that others can't see, and will be attacked by those things, and then they will become abnormal. yes, who would attack a sheep when they see it? Although the sheep of a long time ago - the "original sheep" - were very weak, but now what normal person with a little insight does not know that sheep are very dangerous creatures?

Unless this Ranger Knight can reclaim his shadow, he may not live long.

The team was ready to move on, and I woke up the black cat who was napping on the ground and told her to jump into her backpack or sleep on top of my head — well.

The Ranger Knight seemed to have finished his whispers of self-doubt by this time, and when he saw that we were about to leave, he stopped me and asked me for some water.

"Uh, my friend. Not eating or drinking for a month is the pride of the Ranger Knight. Even if you eat, it's what you eat. But I was separated from my Sancho friend, and I had nothing left of me now—all in my minions. So kind friends, can you... Give me some water? Some would be fine. ”

That's what he said.

Although I was surprised that the other man spoke in such a strange way, and said a long list around the corner, I listened patiently to his words and then gave him a small bottle of water. After all, there is not a lot of water for me at this time, and listening to the leader, it is estimated that I will be able to march to the core area tomorrow.

The poor Ranger Knight thanked me sincerely, and then mounted his strange mount, and parted ways with us.

I stared at his departing figure—only the shadow of his mount was cast on the ground—and he, like the doctor, gave me a very special feeling. There seems to be something inexplicably kind. What's going on?

I trotted to keep up with the large troops. In the middle of nowhere, I heard the song of the Ranger Knight in the distance, or perhaps the chanting—

"——Zu Hui Zhizi Jue, the original circle can be understood, Zhou Hongpu Guangzong, Daoqing and Xuanzu, pure and true as the sea, Zhan Lonely and Chun Zhensu, virtue is eternal and constant, the wonderful body is often firm, the heart is bright and deep, the sex is clear and the sect is good, the expression is good and happy, the original Qidu, the snow court is the teacher, and you return to the Xuan Road——"

Although I can't really hear it, I also know what he is chanting - it is the Dharma name of Buddhism, which Master Yang said and I heard yesterday. But how did the knight know?

I understand that I can't, and I can only guess that the person who has lost his shadow has seen some of the things that made him aware of them.

The mystery seems to be growing. I walked and thought all the way.

Master Yang called the dream world the source hell, and the monks of the dream world called it the source world, but the Yan master called it the source hell. Then Master Yang is actually the same school as Yanshi......

And Master Yang and those electronic monks are both Buddhists. At the same time, Master Liyang doesn't seem to think very highly of them - they are among the characters, and the names of the Bodhisattva and Master Lu are not among them. Perhaps this shows that Master Sheep is "orthodox"?

Master Sheep seems to be hostile to the "Him" of the Holy City......

It's really confusing.

My mind was getting confused, and I couldn't grasp the clues. My instincts tell me that if I get to the bottom of everything, then something as trivial as solving my lost name will be a good idea.

Maybe when I get to the core of the Holy City, it will give me an answer. That's what I put my heart in, and I'm in a hurry.

Watching the clouds in the distance gradually dissipate, revealing the sky behind it—the blood-red sunset gradually stained the sky red, and somehow, the last scene from this morning's dream came to my mind—

In my dream, a fog as thick as a cloud curtain enveloped me, and I couldn't even see my fingers when I stretched out my hand, and the blood-red liquid on the ground in the distance slowly spread to my feet.

That's not water.

An invisible, inexplicable sense of sadness is faintly contained in the memories of this dream.

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