Chapter 142 The Price of Forgetting

In the little devil's eyes was the reflection of the bronze fragments.

"Is he dead?"

"No."

Lu Mingfei's tone was soft but decisive.

"He and I are one and the same. Since I am fine, Yama will not perish."

"At most, it's just a deep sleep."

He thought about it.

"You can understand that Yama has degenerated into the form of a seed and needs nutrients to return to its original state."

"Seeds?"

asked the little devil.

"Be specific."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"I can no longer use the spiritual realm of Wuwangtian and Waigang."

"Now I am just an ordinary body-refining warrior without the enhancement of the bronze mask."

"Oh, that's not right either."

he added.

"From now on, I will devote half of my spiritual cultivation practice to nourishing Yama."

"In addition, as the personality I cut out, since Yama still exists, it means that I will never despair."

"Never despair?"

The little devil asked curiously.

"yes."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

Gently caressing the shards of bronze.

"Because of him."

The little devil peeled the apple, cut it into pieces, and put it on a plate for Lu Mingfei.

"Thanks."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You're welcome."

The little devil narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Speaking of which, brother, is the method of nourishing the mind you mentioned earlier meant to restore the nutrients of Yama?"

"Only part of it."

Lu Mingfei picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick, placed it in front of his eyes, and turned it back and forth.

"The method of nourishing the mind can help Yama recover, but it is not enough. The key is his carrier, that is, these fragments."

He frowned slightly in distress.

"Without a carrier, Yama's outer strength is just the moon in the mirror, a rootless duckweed."

"Unless he comes back to me."

After saying this, Lu Mingfei smiled and shook his head.

"how can that be possible?"

"Let's find a way to recast the mask."

"If it is recast, what materials are needed, special bronze?"

"not that simple."

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth but stopped talking.

Finally he sighed.

"I don't even know if I can find the materials."

"Let's take a step and watch one."

The little devil gives advice.

"Brother, don't forget that you still have the authority of bronze and fire."

"For recasting, bronze and fire should be the corresponding fields."

"I tried."

Lu Mingfei said.

"I tried it last night."

"It's no use."

"At least, it won't work with my current temporary authority."

"That's it."

The little devil was lost in thought.

What Lu Mingfei didn't say was that the bronze mask was made by the young emperor after he melted down the ten most powerful magic weapons in Kyushu. The material was precious, but the more important thing was the Tao and reason contained in the magic weapons.

Just as the master said, Lu Mingfei has a special physique, and it is extremely special. He is different from most Jiuzhou warriors.

Naturally, the personality of Yama that was born after he went crazy was not easy.

If it weren't for the fact that the top ten magic weapons have been washed and refined by the martial arts will of strong men for many years, their materials will transform and become somewhat extraordinary.

Bronze masks cannot become the carrier of Yama.

But there is always something unreasonable about this.

No matter how powerful Yama is, he is still nothing more than a Wai Gang.

Why do you have to melt the ten magic weapons?

You must know that these weapons and their past owners include almost all the famous and fortunate strong men in the history of Kyushu. To put it bluntly, it can be regarded as a condensed history of Kyushu martial arts.

Lu Mingfei also curiously asked the little emperor why he was so generous.

The little emperor also hesitated and hesitated to speak.

Later, one day when he was drunk, the little emperor faintly whispered in his ear.

"One day when I woke up, I saw these ten magic weapons and the method of killing gods on my bedside."

"As for who kept it, I don't know."

Now that I think about it, Lu Mingfei always feels that something is fishy.

Yama’s Hopeless Heaven is too strong.

And that special god-killing method seemed to be tailor-made for him.

Who is it?

And, of course, the weirdest bit.

Why can the bronze mask return to the dragon clan from Kyushu with him?

In terms of cultivation, he himself was only a half-step Martial Saint at that time, but after returning to the Dragon Clan, his years of hard training disappeared, and he still had to start from the Body Refining Pole Kung Fu step by step.

Yama is different. It is already at the peak of Waigang in Kyushu, and the Huilong clan is also at the peak of Waigang. It seems that traveling through two worlds has no effect on it, which is really strange.

No, it has an impact.

Lu Mingfei was shocked.

The Kyushu Bronze Mask melted the foundation of the Ten Divine Weapons, and it was impossible for them to fall into pieces after being used just a few times.

Even if he had to bear the price for Lu Mingfei, it would not be so easy.

That's a magic weapon.

Unless, in the process of returning to the dragon clan, the bronze mask has been severely damaged.

Probably.

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

What if, back then, he randomly found a tool to kill gods and carry Yama.

Instead of specifically melting the ten magic weapons.

Can the final mask return to the dragon world safely and soundly?

It should be noted that when he returned from Kyushu, except for the bronze mask, everything else, including this body, was the same as before the time travel.

It's like restoring the phone to factory settings.

In terms of cultivation, he is no less than Yama.

After thinking about it, perhaps the only thing that is special about it is the melting of ten magic weapons into one furnace.

"Are you thinking about recasting the mask?"

asked the little devil.

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses.

"Well, I have a headache."

"Brother may not know that there are many magical weapons in the world."

said the little devil.

"For example, the seven deadly sins."

"What's this?"

"Seven knives used to slay the Dragon King."

"Forged by Norton of bronze and fire, used to kill the remaining seven dragon kings. Each dragon king has a corresponding sword, and all fates are written."

Having said this, he smiled softly again.

"But that was what happened before. As long as my brother is here, fate and everything else can be screwed."

Lu Mingfei also smiled brightly.

"That's right!"

He patted his chest and was so proud.

"As long as I'm here, I don't care what your fate is. I'll beat them all to death."

"It looks like your body is almost fully recovered, brother."

"That was about it last night."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Didn't Chu Zihang go to the hospital just now?"

When he said this, he was still a little confused, was he very familiar with this gentleman from Shilan School? Why did he seem to know him so well?

I didn’t think much about it. Maybe it happened two years ago. I can’t remember it clearly, which is normal.

"By the way, I wanted to ask before."

Lu Mingfei said to the little devil.

"What about her?"

"Before I lost consciousness, I remember that the spirit of speech seemed to be working."

"Is she okay?"

The little devil lowered his eyes.

"Oh, brother, are you talking about Xiang Ya?"

"Xiang Ya?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and suddenly realized.

"It turns out her name is Xiang Ya."

As he spoke, he rubbed his brows in confusion.

"What's going on? My head feels so swollen. I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

"It's the price."

"cost?"

"Um."

The little devil nodded.

"Use without dying."

"After all, brother, you are a speech spirit driven by the power of Yama."

"It's normal that there will be some unknown costs."

Lu Mingfei seemed to understand.

He frowned.

I always feel like there are some very important things that need to be remembered.

But it was always separated by a layer, hazy and hard to see clearly.

This made him a little irritable.

"What's the price?"

he asked the little devil.

"Normally speaking, the spirit of Don't Die consumes physical strength or lifespan to recover from injuries."

The little devil paused.

He looked at Lu Mingfei again with a strange look.

"But this time, brother."

"The price seems to be, memory."

Lu Mingfei frowned deeply.

"In other words, I forgot something."

So is this the source of the strange feeling in his heart?

"Not."

The little devil shook his head slightly.

"You are not the one who forgets your memory."

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to ask "who is it?"

Lu Mingze stood up.

He slowly wiped the fruit knife and put it away.

"I'm leaving, brother."

He nodded to Lu Mingfei.

He walked backwards into the wall and disappeared.

Like a dream.

At the same time, as the little devil left, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Chu Zihang opened the door and entered the room, turned around, and blocked Han Ye and his senior brother from the door.

"Hey! Junior brother! Junior brother! We are in a group, let's act together!"

"Brother Lu, it's me! It's me, Han Ye! Let this iceberg let me in!"

Chu Zihang clicked the lock.

Lu Mingfei looked at the two deformed faces stuck to the glass on the ward door.

Then he looked at Chu Zihang who had a cold face and said nothing.

"Wow!"

Chu Zihang closed the curtains, covering the faces of Han Ye and Han Ye.

"Crunch!"

He brought a chair and sat down solemnly beside Lu Mingfei's bed.

"Crack!"

This is Lu Mingfei's mental dubbing of Chu Zihang's action of releasing the knife.

Wait, knife!

Lu Mingfei stared at the samurai sword on Chu Zihang's leg again and again.

Has he returned to Kyushu?

Isn’t it about peaceful development in the 21st century?

Why are there still people showing off with a knife these days?

"Murasame."

Chu Zihang said.

"My father's knife."

Lu Mingfei said oh and laughed.

"Nice knife."

"Thanks."

There was a long silence after that.

Lu Mingfei actually had some guesses about Chu Zihang's purpose.

Since this boy also went to Kassel, he must also be of mixed race.

He made such a big fuss, even though the little devil helped to cover it up, but with the energy shown by Cassel, it was reasonable to find clues and send someone to inquire.

Not to mention the rest, the artificial intelligence Norma is a product far ahead of its time.

But what Lu Mingfei didn't expect was that the person coming over would be Chu Zihang. He thought he would be someone from the execution department.

The last time I heard the name "Execution Department" was when I went to the airport with Han Ye to pick up Old Tang. The leader of the ground crew was from the "Execution Department".

This incident left a deep impression on Lu Mingfei.

But waiting and waiting, Chu Zihang neither took out the recorder and said "Let's get started", nor did he pull out Murasame and say "Leniency will be given if you confess, strict if you resist". Instead, he picked up the apple from the bedside table. , the other hand flashed with cold light and began to peel.

Lu Mingfei was not sure what the purpose of this person was for a moment.

"that."

He said.

"Don't you want to ask something?"

Chu Zihang's eyes were fixed on the apple, peeling it with concentration.

"You eat some fruit."

he said calmly.

"It's good for your health."

"oh oh."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

But why does he always feel that there is something strange about the other person's two sentences?

Inexplicably, it feels like a Shanghai aunt is saying "know how to cut" while telling you to remember to wear long johns when the weather gets cold.

"Don't worry."

Chu Zihang lowered his eyes and his hands were surprisingly steady.

"I've written the action report. Qian Mian died in the fire and it had nothing to do with you."

Only then did he raise his eyes and look at Lu Mingfei.

"Would you mind?"

"What?"

"Hide the fact that you killed Qian Mian."

Chu Zihang added.

"The man in the church."

Lu Mingfei said oh and waved his hand indifferently.

"It's little things, little things, and I want to be famous for them."

Chu Zihang nodded.

Then there was the damn silence again.

Only the rustle of apple peeling remains.

Lu Mingfei hesitated to speak. He thought to himself, handsome boy Chu, you locked the door and put the knife. With such a big posture, your feelings are like peeling an apple for me!

"Are you thinking about the action report?"

Chu Zihang said.

"Don't worry, I write often and it's safe."

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a long time before he understood the meaning of these words.

It seemed that Chu Zihang thought he was worried about what happened in the church being made public, and he seemed to be trying hard to hide it for me.

"Do you write often?"

He asked Chu Zihang.

"Um."

Chu Zihang said.

"Like you, I have some things that need to be kept secret."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought.

It seems that Chu Zihang is also a person with a story.

Putting away the fruit knife, Chu Zihang quietly watched Lu Mingfei eat two pieces of apples, and then took out a document bag from his arms.

Is it finally coming?

Lu Mingfei breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, I still have to ask something.

he thinks.

Then Chu Zihang took out a stack of paper.

Lu Mingfei made a rough draft in his mind.

Ask him how he killed Qianmian.

Let’s talk about the peerless martial arts learned from an old man who lives in seclusion.

Just as he was compiling the names of the worldly experts, Lu Mingfei glanced at the information and was instantly stunned.

Chu Zihang introduced.

"He was a victim who lost his life in the Thousand Faces incident."

"We found his hometown, but his parents insisted that their son was still studying abroad and studying painting. Even if we showed him photos, they refused to admit it."

"Why?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"It seems that he killed someone."

"It's spreading all over his hometown town."

"So you don't recognize this son?"

Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"Then why are you showing me these?"

"No one collected his belongings, and no one attended the funeral. Do you know him? We found a record of him looking for you on Ziyang Street..."

"knew."

Lu Mingfei closed his eyes.

"Let me help deal with his afterlife."

"Um."

"Where's Xiang Ya?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"His girlfriend."

Chu Zihang looked at him with a strange look.

The little devil had a similar look in his eyes not long ago.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Mingfei was inexplicably flustered.

Just listen to what Chu Zihang said.

"She forgot."

Lu Mingfei was frozen for three minutes.

Not a word was spoken.

"She...forgot?"

The young man repeated in a murmur.

He picked up the information.

Above is a boy who is as handsome as a poet.

Smiling gently.

Scenes of scenes flashed through my mind quickly.

"This is... a postcard!"

"Where's your signature."

"I think it's not as good as Lu Xun's."

"Look into the distance."

"I want to sketch in the square in front of the church."

"I'm going abroad."

"I know, I will eat on time."

"Yeah, yeah, and write letters to Xiaoya, make phone calls, and swear!"

Then there was that late night, hiding behind the curtains and looking out.

The boy was standing below her.

Said good night at dawn.

Lu Mingfei finally understood what the little devil said was the price.

The person you forget is not yourself.

It's Xiang Ya.

It's the webmaster girl.

And those memories, all the bits and pieces of girls and boys.

Appeared in Lu Mingfei's mind.

The boy lowered his head.

"That's right."

He sighed softly.

"So, I am the only person in this world who remembers you."

Chu Zihang looked at the young man silently.

Suddenly I felt sad.

PS: Additional update at 9pm.

This volume should be over.