I was struck by lightning and instantly scorched.

My soul turned into smoke and rose and overflowed from the top of my head, leaving only an empty shell.

It turned out that I already had a "soft underbelly".

Forget to say, this "weakness" is you.

I avoided it and pretended it was unintentional, but, Wuya, you pinched it with precision. Thank you for allowing me to see my heart in this moment of dissipation.

I just felt my body fluttering and my feet floating—the Soul Eater Curse had finally been fulfilled in my own body, and my soul had been eroded away from me.

I slowly turned around and looked at the little boy in front of me, and my heart was like ashes: "You won, you are very powerful, and the truth that even I don't know has been pierced by you." My soul has been corrupted by you, so listen to it. ”

"Phew!" Wuya chuckled, "Breath!"

"Out of breath", Luo Ying often uses this word to make fun of me, it turns out that every time Wu Ying is talking to me through Luo Ying's mouth, it's a pity that I'm blind.

"What are you doing?" Wuya's voice was still pleasant, and his eyes seemed to be smiling, but I only felt that my brain was wooden, and my body was heavy, like a stone, and I rolled down the cliff one by one.

I smiled wryly and slumped like a puddle of mud.

I don't know when Wuya approached me, I only felt a palm pinching my arm, and whispered majestically and impatiently: "Stand up straight!

"Losing your soul, being a walking dead, not being able to protect yourself, it doesn't matter what the answer is. I said lightly, sounding like a bird stripped from my body, flapping its wings weakly.

"Lost your soul?" Wu Ya chuckled in a low voice, and his palm increased his strength: "Your stubborn soul is still in your skin, very safe! What am I going to do now? Your 'weakness' has been pinched in my hand, and when I am interested, I will naturally come to take it at any time!"

"What do you say?!" I grabbed Wu Yan's shoulder, and my strength came so hard that I almost lifted him up: "What do you mean...... You didn't puncture my weakness and eat away at my soul...... I—I still keep my ......."

"Nonsense," Wuya said with cold eyes, breaking free from my grasp, "I'm just testing to confirm my guess." From beginning to end, I didn't 'puncture' anything, let alone 'erode', it's your own weak heart, I'm afraid of being like this, cramping and ripping bones!"

"What's the point of cramping and ripping bones, I'm afraid of the soul flying!" I said honestly.

"Thank you for letting me go. I looked at Wuya and whispered.

"I didn't do anything. "Endless return to me.

I know it's not that simple. Walked all the way before, he attached himself to Luo Ying, sneakily snooping, and had already seen everyone through, especially me, what he was thinking in his heart, how could he not know? Such a good opportunity, he could take my soul under his command and be controlled by him, but he stopped, he ...... There must be something else planned.

"Really, what are you waiting for?" reminded Wuya with a chuckle.

"But...... This Soul Eater Spell ...... "I still don't know what Wuya is up to.

"The Soul Eater Spell is no longer effective. I have no soul, and spells cannot restrain me, and you, dull and courageous, have a mind like a needle at the bottom of the sea, and I cannot do anything to find your weakness and puncture it. This spell is no longer binding on you and me. "Wuya's face is expressionless, and his voice is beautiful.

"That is to say, I ......" I glared at him, staring at his mouth, like a pale rose petal, for fear that the petals would change their face at any moment and spew out deadly poisonous juice.

"You're free. You can get out of here at any time - from the bottom of my heart. Wuya's face was calm.

"But this mirror ...... This is a Witch Shadow Clan's curiosity, how would you know?" I held up the magic mirror in my hand.

"The whole world is mine, and there is something I don't know. "Wu Yan didn't care.

"But you still want to grab the spell robes of the Witch Shadow Clan's ancestors...... "I know that my body is safe, and I am a little bolder.

"I'm just curious, where can it compare to my blood clan's spells!" Wu Ya curled the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully.

"'Just curious'...... But the Witch Shadow Clan's ancestor died because of this, don't you ......" I continued to ask without knowing whether to live or die.

"Hehe!" Wuya sneered: "It's just a speculator, and if you die, what's the pity! That robe is much tighter than his! Isn't this passed on to you, what are the regrets!"

I choked for a burst of blood - sure enough, as he said, a blood clan who does not play cards according to common sense does not need to guess his mind at all, he has his own set of reasons for what he does.

"To see it or not to see it, I'm almost going to overturn my guess. "Wuya is impatient.

He knew that I would check my brother's whereabouts, and he was sure that I was worried about forgetting everything, and he still urged me to see what would happen in the mirror.

What was he sure of?

I took a deep breath and held the mirror up to my eyes, meditating on my thoughts.

It's okay if I don't want to, the moment his name enters my heart, it is as if a huge Kunpeng swooped down, covering my heart and my eyes black, as if it was swallowed.

At this moment, I realized that I missed him very much.

Forget it, where are you?

The scene in the mirror gradually became clearer.

The first thing that caught my eye was a tall figure, dressed in a green cloth shirt, thin and straight, with gray hair, standing with his hands on his back, as if he was looking at something intently.

How is this back so familiar?

Like where have you seen it?

There were too many people and things along the way, and I tried to search for my memory, only vaguely remembering that I had seen such a back from a distance at a certain moment when the night wind was blowing, but I didn't remember who the back was at all.

Forget the words, let me see the forget words, let me see the forget words...... I meditate in my heart.

The perspective in the mirror slowly pushed closer, and the back got closer and closer to me, and I was surprised to find that this back was actually slightly stirring, as if it was greatly restraining myself—what was wrong with him? What was going on in front of him?

The perspective no longer goes over the shoulders of the back and continues to move forward, but shifts to the side of the back.

I saw the side face of a young girl.

The girl is dressed in a white shirt, her face is beautiful, her eyes are lowered, and her face is a dark white of despair to the extreme—she is Kazama!

What is she doing?

What kind of face is this? like the living dead!

What happened? Where's the forgetting?!I screamed in my heart.

The perspective in the mirror shifts again, and he looks up over Kazama's head.

I saw a big red dragon galloping, floating in mid-air. I noticed that his huge eyes were shining, as if they were carrying heavy tears.

I know who this tall back is in the mirror—it's the patriarch of the human race!

The patriarch, Kazama, and the red dragon, they all appeared, so where is the forgetfulness?

My heart was like boiling water, my body was like a soldering iron, I frantically pulled the mirror with my hands, forgetting that it was just a mirror, thinking that it was an abyss, and that as long as I worked hard to dig and plan, I would definitely find the buried forgotten words.

The perspective in the mirror finally shifts again, slowly moving forward.

Passing over the patriarch's slightly trembling head and neck, I saw in front of him a green field, and in front of the green space was a wide river, and near the bank of the green space was tied a pale green bamboo raft, and on the bamboo raft lay a young man in white clothes.

Boy in white!

I spun around for a while, my eyes tingled, and I didn't have the courage to look closely.

It's a forgetfulness. It was him! I didn't have to look at his features clearly, I knew it was him when I glanced at the boy's honey-colored skin.

What's wrong with him? Didn't the blue dragon already bring him the pill? With the pill, wouldn't he be able to come back to life? After he came back to life, he should also enter the ancient kingdom of the elves of annihilation with his brother and them, how could he lie on the bamboo raft of a big river?

"Forget to speak—" I hissed at the boy in the mirror, "What's wrong with you!

Forget to say a word, and don't move.

I finally opened my eyes wide and saw clearly what I had forgotten to say.

His eyebrows were stretched, his face was calm, and his eyes were closed as if he were asleep.

Sleeping...... How can it be a deep sleep?!

Look at the trembling back of the patriarch, the immortality of the wind, the heavy weeping of the red dragon—how could they be like this if they forgot to say that they were just sleeping!

Did you forget him...... He's dead?

The thought was like a thunderbolt that split me apart and ignited a raging fire.

The fire burned my eyes red, and I looked at the boy in the mirror, only to realize that on the bamboo raft, the boy's side was actually full of branches and vines.

"What are they going to do?" I was like a helpless child, instantly returning to the years when I was lying in bed and powerless, and I heard myself ask mournfully, and I didn't know who I was asking.

The answer is in front of you and in the mirror.

I saw the patriarch suddenly stride forward, walked to the shore, forgot to lie next to the bamboo raft, bent down, and untied the rope that tied the bamboo raft with one hand, and I realized that in his other hand, he actually held a torch!

He stood up, raised the torch in his hand, and headed towards the bamboo raft.

The bamboo raft was surrounded by branches and vines, and the forgetfulness was still motionless.

No!!!

I knew what he was going to do, he was going to burn it and forget it.

I watched the patriarch's hand with the torch trembling, and there was one more person beside him, it was Kazama who was running over, and I couldn't see Kazama's face, but I saw her long hair flying in the wind, like a pale black clawed hand, trying to snatch her away.

Sudden change. The red dragon rolls in the air.

Forget to say, really die.

It must have been the Red Dragon who took him and Kazama away, leaving his brother and them behind and returning to the human patriarch. In this unknown corner of the world, his people wanted to burn him with a fire, and let the raft take him to the depths of the river.

My thoughts flashed, my heart moved at will, and I flipped in my hand, and the lightsaber was in my hand.

Without hesitation, I turned the tip of my sword and pointed it at myself—I only knew that I missed the words deeply, but only slightly more than others. Unexpectedly, when he died, his heart suddenly went blank, and he felt that there was nothing to love in this world, and he hated to go with the water.

The purple lightsaber stabbed at my neck without hesitation.

I closed my eyes.

There was a wind on his cheeks, and there was a sudden pause in his hand, and the lightsaber in his hand stopped advancing.

When I opened my eyes, the lightsaber had a spirit, as if I suddenly realized that the target of the assassination was "me", and voluntarily stopped the attack.

I looked closer, and there was a snow-white palm gripping the blade of the lightsaber.

It's endless.

"It's a good idea!, it's just a disappointment to your name!" Wuya shouted in a low voice: "A little human boy, is it worth your death? It's just a little life for him, if you like it, I'll take it back!"

I don't know if it was the mana he had in his hand, or if the lightsaber had no intention of harming me at all, but before he could finish his words, the purple lightsaber shattered into light in front of me.