The outskirts of Chang'an.

"Ouch hey, I'm exhausted. Chu Liusheng limped to the river not far from the broken temple, sat down on a big rock, and as soon as he sat down, he bounced up violently.

"Scalding, scalding!" Chu Liusheng said with bared teeth in his mouth, and sat on the grass unsteadily, with a heart-piercing pain in his buttocks. He rubbed his ass helplessly, his expression twisted in pain.

Behind him was the dirty, smelly stream. He turned his head back to the stream and looked at his face reflected in the water. The scars and bruises on his face had almost healed, and even the cracked wounds at the corners of his mouth were recovering at an alarming rate.

Since he lost his memory, he has followed Lu Chuan to travel in various countries for more than a year, crawling in the bottom society in various places, asking for food, gambling money, stealing things, eating overlord meals, and calling brothers and sisters with people of three religions and nine ranks, and becoming a gangster who is not even a ruffian, so naturally fights and brawls are indispensable. His body is thin and weak, and although the master is dexterous, he is no match for the young man when he fights, and he becomes a human punching bag to be beaten. But he has the advantage that no matter how quickly he recovers after every beating, he never has to go to the pharmacy, no matter how hard he beats, he is still alive and kicking after a few days. The master said that this was a cheap life, easy to feed, young and vigorous, so he gave him the easy-to-understand name Ergou.

Chu Liusheng looked at his reflection in the water depressedly, and his mouth was pursed. Last night, according to the way those men played, if you were an ordinary person, you wouldn't be able to get up in bed for ten days and half a month. Although his body recovered quickly, there was still pain, and the master hurriedly ran away, leaving him limping behind, and simply sat down to rest for a while, anyway, it was not far from the broken temple.

Chu Liusheng held his cheeks and looked at the water blankly. His mind was churning, and he began to struggle to remember what had happened before he had lost his memory.

When he lost his memory, he opened his eyes and found himself lying on the corner of the street. He got up and found himself surrounded by corpses, whirring in the wind. Frightened, he hurriedly stood up and ran out. The whole street was full of corpses, wearing all kinds of armor that he couldn't read, probably soldiers after a great battle. Their weapons fell to the ground, and Chu Liusheng picked them up at random, trembling and walking forward.

At that time, his mind was blank, his clothes were in tatters, and there were a lot of blood stains left on them, and he was dizzy and almost vomited. It is estimated that because he has just woken up, his hands and feet are weak, as if they are not his own. After walking for a while, there was no one angry on the whole street, corpses everywhere. Chu Liusheng plucked up his courage and glanced at a corpse, the man's eyes were wide open, as if he had experienced some great fear before he died. The buildings on both sides of the street are also tightly closed, and the mess of garbage and debris is piled up on the street, as if it has been looted.

The corpses on the ground were covered in blood, staining most of the street, and the pools of blood that had not yet dried up were still flowing slowly along the ravines on the street, Chu Liusheng's heart rose to his throat, and the strong fear made him almost cry.

Who am I, where is this, is it hell?

The sky was blindingly white, making it impossible to distinguish the time of day. Chu Liusheng looked around, and the corpses were lined up from the street to the end of the street, densely packed, and he couldn't count how many there were. He could no longer hold the knife he had picked up and threw it on the ground, and with it he fell to a corner, a sharp pain in his head that blocked his attempts to remember. He was like a newborn child, discarded at will in this horrible and unpopular place. He buried his head between his knees and sobbed softly.

The wind lifted up the sand and blew it all around him, and the air always carried the indelible smell of blood. He trembled and did not dare to look up, allowing the time to pass slowly.

It was probably a long, long time before he fell asleep.

In his sleep, he felt a clear power in his arms and legs, as if it were a sweet spring, moistening every part of his limbs. He gradually regained his strength and senses, and felt like he was lying on a bumpy car.

Chu Liusheng opened his eyes again, and the first thing he saw was Lu Chuan's obscene little eyes blinking at him.

Later, Lu Chuan talked to him a lot.

Lu Chuan said that he was originally a young master of a large family, but later his family fell into the middle of the road, coupled with several years of war and strife, he was forced to be separated from his wife, his family was broken, and he wandered in various countries. He said that he had found him somewhere in the Great Moon Kingdom in the north, and that he had passed out by this time, but he still had some breath, so he came to his rescue and pulled him to his home, a tattered cart. This kind of cart used to be pulled by oxen, but in this chaotic generation, people can't live, let alone animals. took Chu Liusheng in, so that someone could pull the car with him, and the car was full of Lu Chuan's belongings, pots and pans, a few bedding, and some broken copper and iron looted from various places. When you're hungry, you count on these to exchange for money.

Lu Chuan took Chu Liusheng from the Great Moon Kingdom all the way to Daqin, followed the refuge team all the way to Daqin, and after wandering around Daqin for half a year, he traveled around the world. Lu Chuan later took the objects on the car again and again, and now, they only have the futon left, which must not be lost, otherwise they can only huddle together to keep warm when it snows.

Chu Liusheng told Lu Chuan about his amnesia, the old man was not surprised, and said that some people have lost their lives, your life is big, but you just hurt your head, be content. But Chu Liusheng didn't think so, he felt that he didn't even know who it was, and it was better to live than a walking corpse. The old man gave him a cheap name, Ergou.

For more than a year, Chu Liusheng has followed Lu Chuan and the others to the north and south, experienced the change of the four seasons, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, suffered from hunger, suffered from freezing, and lived a life that is not as good as that of pigs and dogs, but for Chu Liusheng, these things are far less painful than his amnesia, and without the road when he came, there is no direction to go back. He could only follow behind the old man, eating the last meal in a daze, and the day after the day was counted as a day.

Memories have always been a luxury for him. For more than a year, he used all the brain cells in his body to analyze his life experience, hoping to find some clues from himself. But according to his observation for so long, except that his hands and feet are whiter and more tender than other places, there is nothing different about himself.

And the ability to resist the fight that he has always been proud of, but has little use.

But the road to searching for one's own memories is not without turning points. Sometimes when he fell asleep in Lu Chuan's car, he would often have a dream in a daze. In his dream, there was darkness all around him, endless blood and fear enveloped him, and even the air seemed to be drained, making him almost suffocate with fear. Whenever he was immersed in this nightmare, as if he was about to fall into hell, he would always see a blurry, dim point of light in front of his eyes. After a while, the point of light slowly expanded, transforming into a human form. Gradually, the figure became clear. It was a woman, with long hair, covered in blood, and her beautiful face was splashed with scarlet blood, which made people feel a kind of heart-wrenching pain when they saw it.

The woman was wearing the same armor on the corpse that Chu Liusheng had seen for the first time since she had lost her memory, and she slowly moved towards her, swaying with a blank gaze, as if she was about to fall down at any moment.

The woman walked one step away from her and looked at herself blankly, her eyes flashing with light. After a moment, the woman leaned down, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Your Highness, it's too late to escort you." ”

Whenever Chu Liusheng woke up from this dream, he would always recall it seriously, without missing any details, and then excitedly repeat it to the old man. When Lu Chuan heard it for the first time, he had an extremely surprised expression on his face, and then laughed at him loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

After laughing for a long time, Lu Chuan stopped, touched his aching stomach, and said: "Ergou, you haven't eaten anything good for three days, you're crazy hungry, and you still think you are the eldest young master of which family?

Chu Liusheng was very indignant at first, but after quibbling and thinking about it carefully, indeed, this dream is really a bit outrageous, how can he, a person who snatches steamed buns from the mouth of wild dogs all day long, have an identity related to this dream?

Since Lu Chuan sold his cart, he has never slept on the cart again, and he has never had this kind of dream again. After that, the dream is either to ride on the head of those big families who drove him out as a beggar to and pee, or to be a god in the sky, every day the delicacies of the mountains and seas and the seven fairies climbing the peach tree, in short, there is no dream related to his memory.

He could only admit that he should have been lying with those corpses, dying on that street, and somehow picking up a life, but his brain was broken. I may be a hard-working person, how can I go back to the battlefield as cannon fodder if I am not a hard-working person?

Thinking of this, Chu Liusheng couldn't help but sigh at himself reflected in the stream, as if he was about to sigh out of the tired crying he had suffered for more than a year.

"Little brother, I saw that you have been watching this stream here for a long time, your face is full of sadness, shaking your head and sighing, is there any knot in your heart that you can't untie?"

Suddenly, an elegant voice sounded from Chu Liusheng's ears, as if a breeze was blowing on his face, which was refreshing. He turned his head in the direction of the voice, and a man in an elegant white robe was standing with his hands down, his long hair fluttering, his face delicate and clean, exuding an elegant wind.

After just one glance, Chu Liusheng felt a little inferior, he raised his head and looked up at the man, looking at him from top to bottom. The weather was already in summer, but he was wearing a thick cotton silk cloth woven into a garment of delicate gold trim on the edges, and the lines on the fabric looked quite valuable.

Chu Liusheng looked at the man in front of him in a daze, feeling that he was embarrassed like a wild dog on the side of the road. He opened his mouth sluggishly, and a feeling of shame enveloped him, and he couldn't speak.

The man looked at his demented expression, couldn't help but chuckle, and said softly: "What's the matter, little brother, I see that you are injured all over your body, did you fall somewhere, do you need me to help you go to the pharmacy to see? There are a lot of injuries on your face, is it painful?"

The sudden man's concern made Chu Liusheng a little uncomfortable, and he stammered a little: "It's okay, I'm fine......"

"Your injury looks quite serious, is it really okay?" The man stretched out his hand towards Chu Liusheng, gently stroked his head, and stroked his dirty forehead with his slender five fingers, and said, "Otherwise, I'll take you to the pharmacy to have a look......

"No need!" Chu Liusheng blurted out with a stirring spirit. He hurriedly got up, regardless of the pain in his body, knocked off the man's hand, hurriedly said goodbye, and hurriedly bypassed the man and ran towards the broken temple.

The man was stunned, and Chu Liusheng had already run away. He turned around and looked at Chu Liusheng's nervous back as he fled, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he turned his back again, looking at the ruined temple downstream of the stream with interest.

"Interesting. Chen Changsheng muttered, "In this small Chang'an City, you can really meet some interesting people." ”