Lin Xixue hid behind Bai Qing, and naturally heard Bai Qing's faint stumbling voice.

It seems that although Bai Qing is a disciple of the Righteous Path Immortal Sect, he has little patience for mortals, and he is obviously unwilling to communicate with these slaves when he asks for corpse puppets.

Lin Xixue blew the insect control whistle, and the sharp and piercing sound echoed in the cave, and a burly creature with thorns rushed in.

The slaves surrounding the two immediately scattered and fled, making way for them.

The corpse puppet strode towards the meteor and stood still in front of the two of them.

Lin Xixue saw the corpse puppet's sudden stop, and suddenly felt some indescribable weirdness.

Ordinary people go from running to stopping, because inertia always has to take two more steps forward, and there is no reason to stop in place immediately. But the corpse puppet stopped instantly, standing straight in place, its feet as if they were growing on the ground, unaffected by inertia.

"What are you doing in a daze, letting the puppet lie down?" Bai Qing urged on the side.

Lin Xixue was almost instinctive, blowing a few tunes according to a specific rhythm, and the corpse puppet fell down.

But what frightened her was that the syllables that commanded the corpse puppet to lie down were not among the syllables that Hong Yanzi had blown at all.

Like the "flying away" supernatural power, it all appeared in my mind inexplicably.

She suddenly felt some indescribable irritability.

In her previous life, she was a privacy-conscious person, and she used fake names and virtual numbers to visit an online shopping app and order takeout.

But now not to mention privacy, the whole person's memory seems to have been deleted, added, and tampered with by an unknown force.

Wait a minute......

Lin Xixue suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility.

If your memories can be shaped at will, how can you be sure that your current memories are real?

Indeed, when Hong Yanzi tampered with his memories with Dong Youdaigo, the golden finger appeared in time to stop the process.

But what if this memory was also tampered with by Hongyanzi?

She suddenly thought of a famous thought experiment in her previous life, the brain in a vat.

If a person's memory can be tampered with at will, then it is natural that it can also shape such a memory - you think that the tampering with your memory has failed.

I think it's the golden finger that prevents the memory from being tampered with, but let's say the golden finger is a fictitious memory.

Or further, am I really a time-traveler?

That's right, I have memories, my family, teachers, classmates from my past life...... But these people only exist in my memory, and I can't prove that these people really exist.

What if these memories are also fictitious?

The moment she had the idea, she felt her heart ache again.

She could clearly feel her heart beating faster, hitting her ribs one by one.

Intense tinnitus......

"Drip ...... Drip... Didi Di ......"

The sound of some kind of cacophony gets louder and faster.

"Dr. Zhang!!"

There was a hoarse cry in my ears, as if it was a middle-aged woman.

"Xiaoxue, mom is here! If you hold on, you must hold on......"

It's a familiar sound, where do you feel like you've heard it......

Where did you hear that?

Lin Xixue couldn't remember.

"The patient's condition deteriorated suddenly...... Intravenous bolus of iotamine ......"

The cold sensation stretched all the way up the wrist and straight to the altar.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Bai Qing grabbing her wrist with a complicated expression.

The faint blue brilliance flowed between Bai Qing's fingers like a gauze ribbon, slowly merging into Lin Xixue's body.

Lin Xixue's heartbeat rate gradually calmed down, and her consciousness gradually became clearer.

"Let's go, let's go to the Danfang."

Bai Qing let go of Lin Xixue's wrist, turned around and stepped on the corpse puppet's shoulder, jumping onto its back.

Lin Xixue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Confusion, only endless confusion.

If memories can really be tampered with, she doesn't know how to tell what is true and what is false.

The memories of the past life can be fake, the time travel can also be fake, and the gold finger can be even more fake.

If everything can be fake, then what's the point of what you're doing now?

She didn't know.

She tried to find a reason to reassure herself that she wouldn't think about it, but she couldn't.

All kinds of confusion swirled in her mind like appendages.

The gray anger in Lin Xixue's eyebrows became even thicker.

She followed with some absent-mindedness, and with a few whistles, the corpse golem sprang to its feet on all fours.

As it reaches its highest point, its joints twist and plunge into the rock wall in a near-vertical direction. The hard stone was as fragile as tofu in front of the golem's claws.

Jumping indirectly on the stone wall, he soon returned to the top of the cliff.

Lin Xixue led the way in front, and the two walked to the Danfang.

Bai Qing urged the prohibition, fixed Lin Xixue in place, and carefully probed into the Danfang with two swords.

After making sure that there was no danger in Dan's room, she was relieved of her ban.

Lin Xixue walked into the Dan room and sat down at the base of the wall.

She was so tired, both mentally and physically, she felt tired like she had never felt before.

She just wants to rest now.

Bai Qing squatted down, touched the dried blood stains in the middle of the pharmacy with her fingers, opened the medicine pot that had been blackened after boiling the decoction for a long time, and smelled the medicine residue. Then he went back and forth between the medicine shelves and took a closer look.

Only finally did she raise her head, look around the ceiling of the Danfang, and gesture with her hand from time to time.

As if she had determined her bearings, she flew straight into the corner of the ceiling, her back firmly attached to the corner of the ceiling as if it had a magnetic force.

This corner is backed by the entrance, and there are medicine racks to block the view, which is indeed the best place for a sneak attack.

She held her sword in a posture, her toes tapped, and her whole body flew towards the blood stain like an arrow from the string.

The twin swords danced wildly, like a blooming lotus flower, making the "snort" of the air cut.

She nodded with satisfaction, took out a few array flags, nailed them to the corners of the selected ceiling, and took out a yellow talisman that she didn't know what function it was and pasted it on the bottom of the medicine pot.

Lin Xixue quickly understood Bai Qing's plan.

Presumably, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that Hong Yanzi was holding the medicine pot to fill people with medicine, activate the spirit rune, and then sneak attack from behind and subdue him in an instant.

This plan is indeed feasible, but Lin Xixue is not happy.

According to her thoughts, you should let Bai Qing and Hong Yanzi fight back and forth, so that she can wait for an opportunity to survive.

But is there really any value in trying to survive by thinking of countermeasures for yourself?

If all your memories are manipulated and shaped, then what else is true?

When Lin Xixue had this question, a flash of realization flashed in her mind, and she felt as if she had grasped some key point.

If all memories are fake, then what is real?

At this moment, there is a subject thinking, doubting.

Even if the memories are false and the feelings are false, then there must be an objectively existing entity that can receive the false information, think about it, and process the false information.

Therefore, as the subject of this receiving information, I must exist objectively.

Since I am real, it doesn't really matter if the memory is false or not.

After all, as long as I am a real entity, as long as I live, I can eat, play, sleep, and have a happy experience, what does it matter if my memories are true or not?

Thinking of this, Lin Xixue was relieved.

The void evolved again, and in the boundless darkness, the blue-white jade bottle reappeared......