Chapter 656: A Dream

Memory.

Memories began to flood into his mind like a tide!

"Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Zhang Baimian didn't know what happened.

He only remembered that he killed Song Qianlong first, and then fought the bloodthirsty child.

The unmatched power beat the bloodthirsty child back step by step, beat him to the ground with blood, and beat him to the ground like mud, lingering on, just one last blow!

Just when he was about to give the bloodthirsty child this fatal blow...

Memories, rushing memories, suddenly rushed in like crazy as if they were forced into his mind!

These memories stuffed into his mind caused him great pain in an instant.

On the spot, he hugged his head and fell to the ground from the run, without any time to care about anything else.

But fortunately, at the end of his consciousness, he saw the bloodthirsty child who had been beaten and scared, like a wild dog running away with its tail between its legs, turned around and ran away in fear, and didn't dare to look at him again.

Then, Zhang Baimian fell into the ocean of memory.

It was a small village in a valley, isolated from the world, surrounded by clouds of fog, hiding the small village.

"From today on, we will live in this Luofen Valley."

"Hahaha! We are like-minded and do not compete with the world. We live together and work from sunrise to sunset and enjoy our old age!"

"Although we don't live in the same house, we will be a family in the future."

"Great! I didn't expect that I would have more family members to accompany me in my old age. This is enough for my life!"

"We occupy the top and there are so many people. If you say it, it can be considered a village!"

"Then we have to give it a name. How about calling it Luofen Village?"

"Great, great."

A village was built on it.

Zhang Baimian, who was held in someone's arms, could do nothing but watch all this happen.

Suddenly, he heard a sound, a sound coming from his mouth, that was... the sound of a baby crying.

The people around him smiled amusedly.

"Xiao Qianqiu seems to understand, and he likes this village too!"

"Hahaha! When Xiao Qianqiu grows up, let him inherit this village."

Sleepy.

Extremely sleepy.

Zhang Baimian closed his eyes.

When he opened them again.

He was running, chasing cattle and sheep.

The people in the previous picture all looked a little older, and their expressions seemed to be sad.

"Listen to the town below, people are missing one after another."

"Human traffickers are rampant, and compared to towns, people like us who hide in the wild are probably more likely to become targets. The means we set up are okay for dealing with ordinary demons, but not so effective for people."

"Don't worry, at most we can stay out less these days."

Sleepy again, open your eyes again.

Fire.

Endless flames, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire.

Zhang Baimian can feel the fear and confusion in the memory at this moment.

Then, a big hand grabbed him!

Looking at the familiar and old people, some were chopped off their heads with a knife, some were chopped off their limbs, and were soaked in a large vat and transported away.

Zhang Baimian didn't feel anything, but the carrier of memory seemed to have a huge surge of sadness and pain.

The picture went dark and bright again.

He saw the official road.

The broken carriage and the bodies that died tragically on the roadside.

He was free, but... not so free.

"It's interesting to have such a physique. Little guy, from today on, you are my disciple."

The picture suddenly looked up and saw a weird man with half of his face covered with wounds and crawling with centipedes.

And he had no power, so he had no choice.

Just as Zhang Baimian was powerless when facing humiliation.

When the picture went dark and bright again...

He was forced to open his mouth and stuffed with a bunch of tumors crawling with maggots.

"Don't swallow! You have to bite it, chew it up, absorb all the nutrients, and then swallow it!"

What a disgusting taste it was, the indescribable disgusting chewing feeling almost made people want to die.

And Zhang Baimian had no choice, he was passively accepting this memory, accepting this moment, this person, and everything he had experienced!

Numb, confused, painful, and even lifeless, like a walking corpse.

When the picture flashed again, he was already able to face the mirror and eat colorful live worms expressionlessly.

And his nominal master stretched out his long tongue and gently licked his cheek.

"It smells so good... so good! Xiao Qianqiu, you smell so good! But it's still a little short, let me think of a way, think of a way..."

The picture darkened again, and then Zhang Baimian saw a familiar woman who was younger by who knows how many years, a little immature and cute.

To be precise, she should be called a girl.

"Her name is Ding Hui, and she will be your junior sister in the future."

The master looked at the girl in prison with pride.

But strangely, the girl in the cell was very calm, and even had a smile on her face.

"It is my honor to be the disciple of the Wise Snake Corpse."

Different.

Very different.

Even Zhang Baimian could feel that the state of the girl Ding Hui and the captured memory Qianqiu was completely different.

The screen flashed in the dark.

"Master..."

In the screen, the girl Ding Hui circled around the Wise Snake Corpse, while he stood in the corner like a marginal person, and no one paid attention to him even if he spoke.

Seemingly exhausted by the girl's questions, the Wise Snake Corpse couldn't answer several questions and quickly found an excuse to leave.

"Master, Junior Sister..."

As a senior brother and sister, he mustered up the courage to speak, but the response he got was from the girl Ding Hui, who looked as cold as if she saw a stray dog ​​on the roadside, and ignored him at all. She fiddled with the precious materials of the master on the table.

The picture shook, and he actively stepped forward to help, but was pushed away by Ding Hui with disgust and disdain.

"..."

The disdainful look seemed to make the person in the memory very frustrated. With a turn, he saw... the master who was hiding at the door and didn't really leave, secretly watching all this.

The picture was dark and bright.

Zhang Baimian saw him lying on the bed, tied up tightly.

"Master, Master?!"

The picture was struggling violently.

He clearly felt the scene of a sharp knife cutting his chest, and the one who smiled and handed the knife beside him was... the girl Ding Hui! !

"Master, is this possible? How can humans and demons combine? Why not go deeper along the lines of demon warriors?"

The young girl Ding Hui, like a curious baby, is particularly eloquent when facing her master.

"Little Ding Hui, you don't understand this. I put so many materials into your senior brother. After precipitation, his body will absorb some of the demon components, merge with each other, and then gradually change his physique...ah! Don't worry, little Ding Hui will inherit my legacy. Unlike your senior brother, he is just a material."

In the picture, Zhang Baimian saw Ding Hui showing a sweet smile.

"I know that the master loves me the most! Master, I feel distressed to see you tired. Why don't I do the operation? The master can just direct you. I really envy my senior brother for having such a wonderful physique. Like us ordinary people, no matter how much demon materials we eat, it will not work."

This should be the first time that the memory has heard good words of praise from Ding Hui, but...it is very subtle.

The surgeon was replaced, ignoring the shrill screams from the memory, cutting open the stomach one by one, observing the situation inside, cutting open the heart and lungs again and again, stuffing insects and ants, and even bleeding, cutting flesh, and then suturing and repairing step by step.

As a bystander, Zhang Baimian was also the one who felt all the feelings in the memory, and gradually understood what the wise snake corpse said was almost, what exactly was missing.

He didn't know how much time had passed, maybe a month, or maybe two months, anyway, he found that the girl Ding Hui's hair had grown a little longer.

Then, there was a dispute.

"Master, your method is wrong! This road will not work! With Duan Qianqiu's physique, he will never be able to become the perfect combination of human and demon in his lifetime!"

"Try to say it again! Duan Qianqiu is the most suitable candidate that I have been looking for for a lifetime! How could I be wrong! I have studied for a lifetime, and I don't understand it as well as a little kid like you! Keep feeding! If one worm doesn't work, then ten, if ten doesn't work, then a hundred or a thousand! Feed Duan Qianqiu until his whole body is full of demon components, then it will work!"

"He will die."

"So what if he dies? Compared with my research, his sacrifice is worth it!"

"Master, I agree with your idea. But unfortunately, even if he is fed to death, he can't become what I want."

"How dare you! Ding Hui, what do you know! I have walked more roads than you have eaten salt! In just two months, what can you learn and understand! Just listen to my command!!"

"...Wise Snake Corpse Man, you disappoint me so much."

"Get out! Get out!!!"

Eyelids, eyelids are extremely heavy.

The screen dimmed again, and when he opened his eyes again.

What Zhang Baimian saw was the corpse of the wise snake corpse man lying on the ground, and the scene where Ding Hui untied the iron chain for him with an expressionless face.

"You are free."

She only left this sentence, and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business."

"Can you take me with you? I... have nowhere to go."

The girl stopped, and in the expectant eyes of the memory, she turned back and smiled sweetly.

"That's your own problem, senior brother."

After that, she turned and left.

"You are of no value to me. I have studied your physique thoroughly. You will never meet my requirements."

This seems to be the last time the memory meets her.

Next, there are some quick memory flashbacks.

Because of his physique, he was favored by the Jiuyao organization and became Huiyao.

He split into another individual, which is... the current self, called Zhang Baimian!

He was weakening. He had been tortured by Jiuyao's research and the feeding of the former wise snake corpse. This was why he had to split into a new self.

He wanted to be reborn from the ashes. He wanted to be reborn.

But unfortunately... it seemed to have failed.

Zhang Baimian slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was Ding Hui, who was holding a tumor and looking nervous.

At this moment, Zhang Baimian felt very strange.

It seemed that he was still interacting with Ding Hui in her teenage years in the last second.

Suddenly, in the next second, Ding Hui had become a mature woman, as if she had crossed a long time and appeared in front of him in a different appearance.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you let that guy run away?"

Bloodthirsty child?

You should ask why this memory came at such an inappropriate time, otherwise you would have torn that thing into pieces long ago!

Zhang Baimian showed a bit of hideousness.

That's right, he is still him! He is still Zhang Baimian!

Even if he inherited memories and power.

Even if he got everything from Huiyao.

He is still Zhang Baimian, an independent Zhang Baimian.

Those memories are like a passing glance, like watching someone else's life, just a simple spectator, not turning him into another person.

So, Huiyao is probably really, completely dead.

And he finally understood what Huiyao said, what Ding Hui had been pursuing all his life, what exactly is it.

"The ten major families raise incredible things."

Zhang Baimian said without a beginning or an end. At the beginning, he only had a half-understanding of these things.

Now that he has accepted Huiyao's memories, he completely understands.

He understands Huiyao's feelings for Ding Hui, and what the Ten Pillars are.

"Who are you going to take me to see?"

Ding Hui asked doubtfully.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

For Huiyao, the experience of just a few months seemed to be a microcosm of life and the most important time in his life.

But for Ding Hui in front of her, she may not even remember this old friend anymore.

Although Zhang Baimian did not turn into a gray, his state of mind did undergo some subtle changes.

But that was all.

He just wanted to live happily! Wash away all the humiliation of the past, let the Zhang family pay the price, and make life happy!

"I'm leaving. Thunder City is no longer safe now. You should leave as soon as possible."

After saying that, Zhang Baimian turned around and left.

Such a decisive behavior made Ding Hui stunned on the spot.

She felt vaguely that Zhang Baimian suddenly became a little strange after wailing with his head in his hands.

But she was not familiar with this guy, so she couldn't think of the source, but hurriedly said.

"Wait a minute, can you take me to An Mansion? Diao Deyi is in An Mansion, I will be safe when I get there."

Zhang Baimian suddenly stopped and turned back to smile at her.

"That's your own problem."

Boom.

Under the flashing thunder.

Ding Hui looked at this smile, as if she suddenly returned to an afternoon long, long ago when she killed her master.

It was only a moment, and the next second, she saw Zhang Baimian had left in a few jumps.

Ding Hui shook her head in confusion, shaking off the trance in her mind.

She didn't feel anything after killing that master who was unknown.

More specific memories were already blurred, but the inheritance, experience, research techniques and methods obtained at that time were all inherited by her, and they are still useful today.

Suppressing her thoughts, Ding Hui began to think about more realistic problems.

What should I do?

The bloodthirsty thing was just beaten back, and it might chase after the smell of the tumor again.

With my own strength, I can't deal with that guy.

But I have to give up the tumor, give up this thing that has finally become the body of the septic blood clone monster, and have the opportunity to complete the formation...

Ding Hui is reluctant.

Hesitating...

"Ding Hui!!"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Diao... Deyi? !

Ding Hui looked back excitedly.

As expected, from a distance, she saw Fang Yu carrying someone and rushing towards this side with a look of anxiety and nervousness on his face.

He probably saw the situation at the rebel base.

Ding Hui's expression showed a gentle look.

This was an expression she had never shown to Duan Qianqiu many years ago.

"Master Diao! Master Ding!"

A woman also appeared on the other side. It was... Lu Qiaochun who was carrying Song Zhenrong on her back.

Song Zhenrong on Lu Qiaochun's back was unconscious and it was unknown how seriously injured he was.

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