After a night, Jiang Sibai got up with a hesitant look.

He was shocked by the memories he had taken back from the void that night.

It was a memory of his past life after his death.

And the place where that memory ended was also very uncomfortable for him, and it was cut off before he was returned to the True Spirit River, which made him feel itching.

However, at this time, his primordial spirit had been exhausted, and he could only return to his body for a short period of recuperation.

Retrieving those stored memories, or lost memories, in the void is a very costly thing.

At this time, he pushed the door and walked out, and saw that Han Qianjin's family was taking care of the two young sons to eat the morning food, and he stepped forward with a move in his heart and said, "You dreamed of your uncle and aunt the night before, but they actually came to say goodbye to you. ”

Han Qianjin was stunned for a moment, and then said, "My parents have not been reincarnated before? ”

Jiang Sibai shook his head and said, "After the death of the living soul, the long river where the true spirit returns to the void must remain in that long river of true spirit for a while." ”

"And after a period of time, they will probably have no concern for their predecessors, and they will be reincarnated."

Han Qianjin nodded, and said in a rather complicated tone: "Don't hide it from my son, I have actually forgotten the faces of my parents for so long, but I suddenly saw you again that night, and I have always been worried about it in my throat." ”

"Now that Childe and I have explained, my heart is also relaxed."

"I just hope that my parents can vote for a good family and live happily in the next life."

Jiang Sibai looked at the calm and gentle Han Qianjin, and also sighed that this old friend could see it.

To tell the truth, Han Qianjin was also sent to Luoyun Wonderland to learn the Tao when he was young, and he was separated from his parents early.

In this case, if there is any deep family affection, it is also nonsense, at most it is just some affection.

Jiang Sibai comforted Han Qianjin again, and then went back to the house to meditate.

Now he wants to recover his primordial spirit well, and he doesn't have to wait for the night, after he recovers, he can directly go and look for his lost memories in the void.

He's still curious, how did these memories get lost in the void?

After meditating for a while, he brought two more sips of Ningshen flower tea to himself.

Now he can't do without this kind of spiritual material that can restore his soul, after all, his consumption is now restored by this Ning Shen Flower Tea.

Fortunately, he had planted a lot of calming flowers for the ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty before, and now it is good to use them for his own use.

Half a day later, he was back in the middle of the meditation.

Then the primordial spirit plunged into the depths of the void from his sea of consciousness and continued to search for his lost memories......

……

It was a big pine tree in front of my childhood memory.

Here he is again.

"What's the matter, am I not dead?"

He looked up at the big pine tree, which he remembered had been cut down with the demolition of the community.

He turned his head blankly, looking at the familiar but only existed in the old alley of the community in his memory, and his heart was full of a kind of trepidation and excitement.

Then he saw two old men smiling and waiting for him under the big pine tree.

"Grandpa, grandma?"

He screamed in surprise, almost thinking he had gone back decades.

Another young couple came out from behind the tree, looking at him with a smile and a smile, and they were waiting for him.

"Mom, Dad!"

He shouted.

Then he hurriedly ran up.

He hesitated for a moment at the moment of contact.

But in the end, he still embraced his four closest relatives firmly.

It's good that he's back with them.

It was as if he had really gone back to his childhood, only soon he noticed that the situation around him was different.

When I was a child, I didn't remember all the neighbors, and most of the surrounding houses were empty.

"Most of them are gone."

Grandpa said with a smile.

He asked, "Why?" ”

Grandpa said, "Because the descendants don't sacrifice, no one remembers them, so it's time to go." ”

He was stunned, then realized that this was a world made of memory!

In this world, everything that exists is real because of memory, even himself.

It was only at this time that he found that the figures of his grandfather and grandmother had gradually faded.

"It's time for us to go, too, but we saw you again before we left."

Grandpa smiled with relief, and that day he and his wife helped each other out of the house.

He followed them step by step, trying to catch up.

But in the end, the old couple disappeared at the end of his street at some point.

He was very sad, because in his early years, when his father was still alive, he still had the habit of sacrificing his ancestors, but in his lifetime, he began to ignore the trouble.

But I didn't expect that sacrifice was so important to the world after death.

However, his father did not blame him, but said: "I was not very sincere when I presided over the ancestor worship back then, otherwise the ancestors should still be there when we came up, and it would not be like now, when you come up, your grandparents will have to leave." ”

He was silent, looking at the faces of his parents, knowing that once his children came up, they would have to leave.

He spent about a year with his parents.

During this time, his life was peaceful and carefree, as if there was no sorrow in the world of the dead, but a pure land of bliss.

But he didn't want to go on like this, so he finally found his parents and said, "I'm going to go out for a walk." ”

The parents didn't stop him, because they thought he was just going out for a walk and would be back soon.

But step by step, he walked out of this place woven by the memories of many of his relatives and fellow villagers, and came to a strange wilderness.

Because here he does not have his own memories of life to sort out, but what he sees is a collection of other people's memories that are distorted.

It was dangerous, and sometimes he had to deal with a horde of zombies on the run, and it might just be a nightmare in someone's memory.

Or maybe he'll encounter an evil dragon flying through the sky, and that's just a scene from a book.

The world he was in before was just a memory bubble that existed independently in this wasteland, and in each memory bubble there would be some afterlife memories living in it, until no one remembered them in the world of the living.

He walked in this chaotic wasteland in a daze, and he didn't know how long he walked, he wanted to protect his memories so that those precious memories would not dissipate.

Ironically, in this dazed walk, he has forgotten many things, forgotten his parents, forgotten his wife and children, and finally only remembered that he should not forget.

Until one day, he saw a staircase leading to the sky appear in front of him in the wasteland.

He didn't think much about it, he just felt that there was the way out for him, and he climbed all the way up......

Up to the nine heavens, it was as if a gust of wind could blow him down the stairs.

But he still reached the top, in front of the small black door.

He pushed the door open, and was stunned to see another version of himself staring at him in the door.

Then he smiled and asked, "Did you succeed?" ”

……

The long river of true spirit slowly flowed in Jiang Sibai's eyes, and he smiled easily and said to himself, "I succeeded." ”

(End of chapter)