"I can wait, I have time," Wuya stood under the dome of the sky, in the ruins of the Yellow Fortress, his black robe was sassy, his face was dignified, and his voice was pleasant: "But, what about you?"

As he spoke, he glanced faintly at the two figures trapped in the huge shadow of the undead, and continued, "You can spend time with me, but what about them? The resurrected undead are waiting to be watered with their blood...... Hehe, and the boy on the raft, I'm not afraid to tell you that the people on the shore have thrown torches, and the sparks on the torches have splashed the boy's white clothes...... Before your graceful head could take a turn and think it through, he would have been reduced to ashes and scattered across the river......"

"I promise you!" I said, "My voice seemed to vomit from the depths of my body.

"Very good. Boundless raised his eyebrows, his face was like a white flower that bloomed in the spring breeze: "I am waiting for your good news in the Holy Star Castle...... Go ahead, it should be too late, of course it's too late......"

......

“...... Meiyi, is that you?" a familiar, crisp voice behind him asked hesitantly.

It's me. Me, of course. It can only be me.

My body descended from mid-air, and I was just landing beside Forget, the bamboo raft shook violently, and the river rushed up to the raft, drowning my feet and wetting my clothes.

With one hand, I grasped the torch that the patriarch threw at the raft, and my heart beat like a drum—thank God I had stopped the torch a moment before I forgot to say anything and turned to ashes.

"Let's get the forgetfulness to the shore first!" I shouted as I threw my torch far into the middle of the river.

I bent down to lift the forgotten body and rested his head on my arms. Behind him, the footsteps were messy.

Say goodbye to the tunnel, I don't know the time, and when we meet again, it's like a world away.

I looked at the young man in my arms with his eyes closed and his face calm, only to feel the blood in my chest, the sound in my brain, and the tears pouring down my face, and I couldn't control myself.

"It's really you...... You've finally shown up...... How did you become like this? Forget him...... He ...... "Kazama moved swiftly faster than the patriarch, and his voice trembled, and he had come to the water's edge, and he grabbed the rope of the bamboo raft and pulled it to the shore.

The patriarch was silent, climbed the edge of the bamboo raft with one hand, and pulled it hard, and dragged the bamboo raft with the bamboo raft and me to the riverbank.

The moment I left the water, I leaned over and glanced at my own reflection in the water.

"How did you become like this?" Kazama had always been straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, and from the surprise in her tone, I knew that I had really changed, and I was no longer the same as before.

When I said goodbye to Forget in the tunnel, I was still a naïve and ignorant girl, a self-righteous "human" girl, and when we met again, I was already an out-and-out Witch Shadow Clan, and I was also the Witch Shadow Clan King who carried the hopes of the clan, and more importantly, I made a secret pact with the Blood King.

Reflected in the water, I was dressed in a pale green robe, with a thin figure, and my unkempt hair had been cut off, leaving only short curls against my scalp, revealing a long neck, and my face was expressionless, and my eyes were black holes, looking like a wandering teenager.

"Kazama, look at me and tell me, what color are my eyes and hair?" asked softly when I came to the shore, my hands still tightly clasped and my eyes were fixed on Kazama.

"You...... How did you fall from the sky? Do you know that he has ...... It's already ......" Kazama didn't answer my question, just talking to himself, and suddenly reached out to cover his mouth, choking and unable to finish his words.

“...... Brown eyes and brown hair, same ...... I'm the same. The patriarch said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on my face, and his expression was strange. I noticed the flesh around his eyes throbbing slightly.

I suddenly thought of his strange behavior—I couldn't help but snatch the album I had left in my arms and run, not knowing whether to trust him or not.

I lowered my head, and the girl's pearl had already turned into a pearl and hung around my neck. Of course, there is also the dragon ring on the index finger of my right hand, which is glowing with a faint blue light, and is safely worn between my fingers.

I scooped up the pearl and held it up in front of me.

The patriarch did not lie to me, the surface of the glossy beads was like a convex mirror, reflecting my appearance: extremely short brown hair, bright brown eyes, but the face was pale and gloomy, and the whole face was pulled by the surface of the beads into a distorted appearance, like a monster that had melted in a panic.

It's all a matter of endless effort.

He did what he said, he kept his promise, and more: he released the Dragon Ring and the Pearl, which had been almost devoured by the resurrected spirits, he sent me to Forgetfulness in an instant, he prevented Forgetfulness from cremating, he cast a spell on my hair and eyes to conceal my true identity as a Shadow Clan, so that I could continue to appear in front of everyone as a human, and he even took it upon himself to cut off my hair—why did he cut my hair?

I shook my head, now was not the time to think about such a thing, now was the time to verify the most important thing in the secret agreement I had made with Wuya.

I glanced at the patriarch, and he immediately understood what I was trying to do.

He and I gently lifted the forgotten words off the raft and laid them flat on the grass.

I looked at the boy in front of me with his mouth closed and had stopped breathing, took a deep breath, and put my hand on the boy's mouth.

Absolutely. I use that condition just to exchange for a life that I forgot to say, and it is worth it for Wuya, and Wuya will definitely keep his promise in this matter - Wuyan will definitely be able to save his life!

I reached out and gently pinched his cheek, cracking his closed mouth open.

I took another deep breath. Stretched out his other hand.

"Miyi, what are you going to do?" Kazama's voice was hoarse: "It's useless, no one can do anything about it...... At that time, the blue dragon brought the pill back, and I ...... I thought that he had been saved, but who would have thought that after taking the pill for a while, not only did he not wake up, but in the end he didn't even have his breath...... He died in a fit of rage! Where were you then? Where were you? How could you have ended up like this if it weren't for you? He's dead, and your vampire brother still knows how to save him, but what about you? You don't even see a shadow! Now that you appear, will you come to bury him...... You let go, don't touch him!"

The more Kazama spoke, the angrier he became, hissing and screaming as he reached over to open my hand.

The patriarch grabbed Kazama and tried to tear her away.

I stopped the hand that was stretched out to the mouth of the forgotten words, looked back at Kazama, and said with a blank face, "I came to save him - is that pill in his mouth?"

"Your brother can't help it, the blue dragon can't help it, the patriarch can't help it, everyone in my clan can't help it, you have a way? You little vampire, I will never believe you again!" Kazama was pulled by the patriarch, his voice was hoarse, his face seemed to be on fire, and the flames were flickering and flickering.

"I have a way. I said calmly.

"You-" Kazama pointed at me with a hand, tears streaming down his face, and after only one word, he was too excited to speak.

"Why don't you let her give it a try, I'm willing to believe in the good intentions. "In mid-air, there was the sound of a red dragon snorting and urning.

"Danmaru is still in the mouth of the forgotten words, but it should have expired, otherwise the forgotten words will not ......" The patriarch looked at me and said, his eyes were complicated - this person, since he first saw me in the canyon, his eyes were full of desire to speak, and he was also a person who hid a lot of secrets.

"Okay, I see," I glanced down at Wuyan and said in a deep voice to the patriarch, "Then please take out the pill from Wuyan's mouth and give it to me." ”

"No!" Kazama broke down and screamed, broke free from the patriarch's hand, rushed over, stretched out his hand to cover the cracked mouth of the forgotten words, and shouted in his mouth: "This pill was born because of the forgetfulness of the word, and the forgetfulness has become one, even if he dies, you can't take the pill!"

I clamped Kazama's hand, only to feel that I was infinitely strong, and my cold fingers were embedded in Kazama's wrist.

"Don't be willful!" I roared in a low voice, my eyes locked on the out-of-control Kazama in front of me: "If you want to forget your words and come back to life, just step aside!

I don't know if it was my voice, or my look, or the strength of my hand that calmed Kazama.

Her face was stained with tears, her eyes were red, and she stopped what she was doing.

The patriarch grabbed Kazama's shoulders and led her aside. Turning around, he walked to me and Wuyan, and glanced at me, I don't know if I was wrong, there was a flash of water in his eyes.

The patriarch stretched out two fingers and poked them into the mouth of the forgotten words.

When it came out again, there was a small dark red pill between his fingers.

I reached out and took it, placing the pill in the palm of my hand.

Sure enough, something was different.

The first time I saw this pill, it was in the cave of the Witch Shadow Clan, and I forgot to take it out in order to save the green-haired boy of the Witch Shadow Clan. It was a small red pill, but at this moment, this pill turned dark red and rested in the palm of my hand, like a single eye with evil energy, looking at me coldly.

Wuya, I hope you didn't lie to me. As long as I can save my words, I am willing to do everything, even if I risk my life, I will fulfill the agreement I made with you.

I took a vial from my bosom and held it up in front of the patriarch.

It was a small transparent vial, the size of an egg, with a stopper at the mouth and sealed with wax. At the bottom of the bottle lay a small green frog. The frog had turquoise and smooth skin, staring at two large bulging eyes, looking warily out of the bottle.

"It's ...... A frog?" the patriarch did not have his usual firm tone.

"Trust me. I nodded heavily, and suddenly there was no fear in my heart, and I was willing to accompany me to forget my words and die and live again. If, Wuya deceived me—no, he wouldn't lie to me, he himself said it, and he took it back. Compared to my promise to him, just saving the life of the forgotten word, it is too cost-effective for Wuya.

"This is a kind of frog specially bred for the king of the bloodline, they call it the 'wandering frog', this frog is like a ghost, roaming the blood of the bloodline, with only one purpose: to find the blood left by the king of the bloodline outside his body, and after finding it, store it in the frog body and bring it to the king of the bloodline. ”

"Hmph!" the patriarch sneered: "The old boy of the blood clan is used to pretending to be a ghost, and his blood for more than two thousand years has long been dirty, and he has specially raised frogs to collect and store it...... What did you just say?'The blood left by the King of the Blood Clan outside his body?'Did you forget that this pill was actually mixed with ......?"

"That's right," I nodded, "The pill of forgetting words is mixed with the blood of the king of the blood clan, and it is this blood that blocks the effect of the pill, making the pill unable to work, even if the pill is put into the mouth of the pill, it will not save the life of the pill." ”

"What you said is true or false?" Kazama asked in a trembling voice, "I have never been to the Blood Clan, let alone met the King of the Blood Clan, how could his pill be mixed with that person's blood?"

"This ...... It's a long story, but believe me. "I flashed Luoying's face in front of my eyes, boundless attached to Luoying, walking with everyone all the way, through Luoying's hand, the pill that forgot to say was soaked into his blood, but I really couldn't explain it clearly for a while, and I didn't have time to explain, I just hope that Kazama will believe me, don't obstruct it again, and when I get back to forget my words, I will answer everything she asks in detail.

"You do it. The patriarch glanced at the forgetfulness lying on the ground, half pleading and half commanding.

Kazama's face was pale, his eyes were black and white, and his face burned with a flame of despair and hope.

I took a deep breath, quickly recalled the endless confession in my mind, and looked through the transparent bottle at the motionless frog, which was staring at me alertly, mouth open, forgetting to breathe.

I stretched out my finger and pried the cork open, and the moment the cork left the mouth of the bottle, I saw the turquoise frog suddenly kick on its hind legs, jumped up and jumped onto the mouth of the bottle.

With a backhand clasp, I threw the pill in the palm of my hand into the bottle and corked it.