I could feel that the red hairs on my body were falling off one by one, and my physical strength was depleting dramatically.

I tried my best to stay awake because I knew I couldn't fall down at this time.

Just as I was exhausted, I suddenly heard a cacophony in my ears, a language I had never heard before, as if telling some ancient and mysterious story.

I listened hard, hoping to find some clues, some clues that would help me solve my problem.

However, those voices didn't seem to help me in any way, but instead gave me a headache.

I closed my eyes hard, trying to block out the sounds, but they were like a key that opened the door to my memories.

I saw images I had never seen before, full of horror and chaos, as if foreshadowing future catastrophes.

I looked at those images and my heart was filled with fear, but I knew that I couldn't back down at this moment, I had to face it.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the dry ruler again.

I looked at her blank eyes, at her haggard face, and my heart was full of determination.

I promised myself that no matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I will not give up, and I must retrieve her memories and her past.

I brought the dry ruler to the ground and handed her to Zhang Geng: "Zhang Geng, take care of her." ”

After I finished speaking, I didn't look at anyone anymore, and I took out the bamboo rabbit from my bosom.

The bamboo-woven rabbit, that is the memory of Gong Yiyu, is the only trace she left in this world.

I held it tightly, as if I could feel the temperature of Gong Yiyu and the breath of Gong Yiyu.

Then I turned around and walked in the direction of the meteorite.

I knew that only there was a place where I could find the answers.

I walked at the source of the radiation, and my body felt like it was going to be torn apart.

But I didn't stop, I couldn't stop, I had to move forward, and only then could I hope to find the answer.

The meteorite lay there silently, dark and cold, as if it were a harbinger of destruction.

I stood in front of it and felt the horror it emanated.

I knew that what I was facing might be death, but I didn't back down.

I looked up, stared at the meteorite with a determined gaze, and then, I walked forward.

Suddenly, it was as if I had been sucked into a vortex of time and space, everything became blurred, everything around me vanished.

When I regained my footing, I found myself in a barren space.

This space is like a desert polished by endless years, with no traces of life, no vibrant colors, only a dead silence

。 There was not a single star in the dark sky, and there was no call of the wind in the air.

I stood in this barren place, the silence around me as if it could drown out all my voices.

I looked up and saw endless darkness all around, no coffins, no meteorites, no radiation, only endless loneliness and loneliness.

I stood there as if I had become the only being in this barren world.

I felt a chill hit me from behind, and the silence of the space terrified me.

I looked around in a daze, trying to find a glimmer of life in this barren land, but I found nothing but the cold ground and endless darkness.

I began to walk through the wasteland, hoping to find a way out, but everywhere I went, the scene around me did not change in the slightest.

I walked alone in this barren world, like a forgotten soul in the world, with no purpose and no direction. I felt lonely and apathetic like never before, and it really felt as if I was the only one in this world.

However, I knew that I could not sink into such loneliness and loneliness, that I had to find a way out, that I had to find a way back to reality.

So, I quickened my pace and headed for the darkness ahead.

Even if there is an unknown danger ahead, I have no reason to back down, because I know that this is the only way out for me.

I stared at the darkness ahead, my heart filled with determination.

No matter how horrible and lonely this barren space is, I will not give up, I will find a way out, I will find a way back to them.

It was as if I had walked to this little village. The small village is not big, but it gives me a warm and familiar feeling.

It is situated on the edge of a rice field with a gentle stream and lush greenery.

The houses are all made of mud, simple and sturdy.

The sunlight hits the rooftop, reflecting a soft glow. In the center of the village is a large banyan tree, and a stone mound is placed on a stone platform under the tree, which seems to be a meeting place for the villagers.

The villagers were dressed in linen, the men were mostly shirtless, and the children were playing barefoot in the village.

They look unpretentious and happy.

When they saw me, they smiled and greeted me, and the kind eyes and familiar language made me feel inexplicably painful.

I began to feel groggy and my mind began to become foggy, as if my body was being pulled by a force that was out of my control.

I staggered my head down, realizing that my hands had become petite and my body had become lighter.

I looked down at myself, I was dressed in a cloth coat with straw sandals on my feet, and I seemed to be back in my childhood.

I looked around in horror, every adult who passed by smiled and greeted me, and every voice felt familiar and familiar to me.

Their smiles sparkle in the sun and are filled with a love of life.

Their eyes were full of pampering and pity, as if I were their child and their hope.

But I couldn't remember anything, and the memories seemed to be shrouded in a fog that I couldn't touch.

I could only look at them blankly, my heart full of confusion and fear.

I tried to call out my name, but I found I couldn't even say my own name.

I tried to recall, hoping to get some memories back, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get those memories back.

I felt a terrible fear that I would lose myself forever and lose my chance to come back to reality.

I shook my body and tried to break free of this bondage, but no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't break free.

I could only watch powerlessly as my body became smaller, as I gradually sank into this strange and familiar world.

In the midst of this world of lost childhood, I suddenly passed by a black pool.

Situated on the edge of the village, it is surrounded by lush trees, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world.

The water in the Black Water Pool is as black as ink, like a bottomless mirror, making it impossible to peek into its depths. The surrounding fog shrouded the waterhole, making it even darker and more mysterious. The mist was filled with an unsettling aura, as if it were a ghostly abode, and it was intimidating.