Chapter 01 Sunflowers

I don’t know how his family is doing. His sudden return must have caused trouble.

Zhou Ye lowered his eyes and looked at his legs.

“Was he kicked out of Tianyi Academy? I said that commoners can never compare with nobles. Zhou Ye was too arrogant back then.”

“It seems that his legs can’t move. How will he live the rest of his life? And his family…poor children.”

Obviously, those who were either mocking or concerned had gone far away, but the voices were still in his ears. It

was not until the leaves by the door were blown down by the wind again and piled on the young man’s knees that he pushed the wheelchair with all his strength and entered the courtyard.

The door creaked, and the dry branches of the creeping plants fell down bit by bit. The front yard was broken into pieces and overgrown with weeds.

Zhou Ye realized that no one had taken care of this place for a long time.

Pushing the wheelchair, he struggled to move through the weedy yard. In places that were not visible, the grass was rolled into the back of the wheelchair, and soon he was stuck and unable to move forward.

He supported his waist and looked back, and exerted force with his hands, but the thatch that had been entangled in the wheels was stuck tightly under his action. Under the combined force, Zhou Ye lost his balance instantly, struggled on the wheelchair twice, and finally was overturned and fell between the broken stone slabs.

"Promise me, promise me..." The tone was stiff, and a retro electronic tone sounded.

Zhou Ye sat up in silence, as if he had not heard the words at all.

His entire lower elbow, especially the joints, had been scratched by the bricks and were bleeding. The joints of his left ring finger were clotted with blood due to the stiff movement.

His legs were wrapped in short boots and could not be seen clearly.

Zhou Ye just frowned slightly and turned his attention to the main hall. Now there was only one thing that mattered most in his mind.

"Mom!"

"Dad!"

No one answered, and the whole house was empty as if it had been looted.

At this time, he lowered his head and found that blood had already flowed down his arms into the gaps. He wanted to stand up, but his legs did not respond at all.

He lay on the ground powerlessly, taking a few deep breaths. The sound of children playing next door came through the wall. He had just been communicating with their parents outside.

If he shouted loudly, those people would find it ridiculous, but at least they would not watch him die.

But now no one can be trusted, including himself.

The auditory hallucinations in his ears sounded again, "Promise me, promise me..."

Zhou Ye was silent and tried hard to support himself with his hands again and again, until the blood and sand formed a long scratch on his palms and legs, passing through the front yard and the hall.

The scratch made the living room look like a murder scene.

Zhou Ye finally crawled to the living room. The phone was not too high on the coffee table. He raised his hand immediately and wanted to dial his mother's number.

His fingers were already on the dial pad. Almost without thinking, Zhou Ye typed the leading area code, but he couldn't remember the following digits.

"Is it four?" Zhou Ye pursed his lips at first, asking himself in his heart.

"It's nine," another voice answered in his heart, and then changed his words after a moment, "It's ten, no, it's four..."

Then, the slightly vague memories of his family were like being scratched by a pencil, quickly charred and burned, and turned into ash.

Something was wrong, and the blood on the floor was getting more and more, making a mess.

Then he should call his father's number. What was his number? Is the area code the same... or different?

The more he thought about it, the more doubts he had and the bigger the blanks were. Zhou Ye frantically searched for memories of his parents in his mind, trying to recall some relevant information.

But there was nothing, nothing.

The phone creaked because of the grip, and the blood in the palm flowed down the phone line, dyeing the originally tightly coiled black line a hint of red.

He should have gone crazy, losing his talent far beyond that of ordinary people, his legs were frozen and he couldn't feel anything, and when he returned home at the moment when he should have been relaxing, he found that the house was empty.

Most of his memories related to his parents also disappeared, and his ears were still lingering with vague auditory hallucinations.

"...Promise me?"

But Zhou Ye's face, which was stained red by his own blood, only showed a gentle smile, melting away his detachment when he was expressionless.

"The medicine box seems to be in my mother's room." He tapped his head, and the dried blood on his fingertips stuck to his hair and condensed into a small clot. He said in an uplifting tone: "How could you remember such an unimportant thing?"

At least his tone sounded pleasant.

Zila-Zila-the sound of flesh rubbing against the ground echoed in the empty staircase. The

warm spring sunshine fell on the stairs with traces of dragging blood, and the doors of the two rooms on the second floor were opened.

The first room seemed to be a storage room, with a pile of cardboard boxes on the bottom, a few broken wood and broken and deflated balls piled up in it.

In the second room, Zhou Ye found a medical kit.

But the medical kit was placed on the closet. Zhou Ye looked up, but suddenly everything in front of his eyes went dark, and he seemed to be going into a coma.

He quickly held onto the bedside table next to him, and inhaled the air with some stale and closed breath into his lungs.

His hands fell on his unconscious legs, and he felt a sticky sensation. Zhou Ye untied his boots, but found that the edges were already soaked with blood.

His thigh must have been cut open just in front of the yard. Zhou Ye took off his pants, socks, and shoes all at once. His five toes were suddenly exposed to the air and trembled a few times as if reflexively.

Zhou Ye didn't care about the injury on his arm, he quickly reached out his hand, pulled the dirty carpet on the ground to cover his entire lower body. He

looked up at the medicine box hanging high above again, he leaned against the dusty bedside table, raised half of the cloth to cover the top of the cabinet, and pulled it hard despite the pain.

The cloth and the things on it fell all over the floor, and the glass bottle of disinfectant broke a hole. On the other side of the cabinet that Zhou Ye couldn't see, the liquid quickly seeped to the side of the photo frame that fell with it.

In the broken glass of the photo frame, three cheerful smiling faces gradually blurred.

"Ha..." Because of the blood loss, Zhou Ye was already sweating all over his head and almost exhausted. He gritted his teeth and reached out to the medicine box.

"Zhou Zuogu! Zhou Zuogu!" It started as a low test, but soon turned into a shout that echoed throughout the street, accompanied by the sound of banging on the door.

The door panel was shaking so violently that even the second floor could feel it. Zhou Ye held his breath instantly, and his whole body was half-slumped due to weakness.

He intuitively felt that the name Zhou Zuogu was familiar, but he didn't know who it was.

Was it his father's name?

"Mr. Zhou, if you don't pay the housing security deposit this month, we will take the house away tomorrow!"

They didn't break in, but just made a deafening noise next to the door, which lasted for at least ten minutes. The door was obviously open, but the deserted appearance of the front yard made anyone see that no one was at home. It was so deliberate that it couldn't help but arouse suspicion.

Zhou Ye covered his bleeding leg with his hands, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow down. He had just dropped out of school and returned home. There could be no enemies here, which meant that those people were coming for his parents.

Could they be related to his parents' disappearance?

Fortunately, the group saw that there was no response from the room, so they left with a few harsh words.

The unconscious area in his calf was spreading upwards, almost covering Zhou Ye's whole body.

As he lost blood and body temperature, he felt the world in front of him gradually blurred, but the annoying sound in his ears became louder and louder.

"Promise me, promise me..."

At that last node, Zhou Ye vaguely responded: "Yeah." "

The contract is reached."

The next second Zhou Ye only felt that his whole body was twisted and entered a pure white space.

He realized that he was sitting in the wheelchair again, and looked around. The space was extremely clean. He pushed the wheelchair to move forward.

As he moved, a sandbox grew in front of him. The tangled wood built a platform like a living thing, as natural as if it had grown there originally.

The sandbox looked like a world map, with several cities scattered irregularly, and the only thing in the center was a floating city hanging high in the sky.

Zhou Ye looked at Xiangshan City where he lived, and the sandbox automatically condensed and enlarged.

A pot of small flowers that looked very plastic floated over. Its leaves were yellow, with a large light brown circle in the middle. The two leaves seemed to be dancing and twisting at any time.

"Zhou Zhou..." It called softly with a weird sound effect.

Zhou Ye wanted to respond, but found his throat hoarse. He reached out his hand to touch his throat, but was surprised when he reached out his hand.

His left ring finger was painful as if it had been cut and sutured. There was an extremely obvious scar on the lower part of the knuckle. He raised his hand to look carefully.

The scar was regular in shape and stung slightly with his movements. The skin on it was scorched red as if it was branded. If you didn't look closely, it would be a dark red ring.

The abnormal state of his finger made him unable to help but touch the scar slowly with his right hand. As he moved, the scene in front of his eyes suddenly blurred.

He pressed against the cold floor again. At this time, Zhou Ye had already noticed something. He touched the scar on his left hand again with difficulty and instantly returned to the pure white space.

"Are you okay?" As he spoke, the plastic flower twisted a few times, transmitting some light spots into Zhou Ye's body. Zhou Ye felt that his originally tired body had recovered some energy. The

plastic flower in front of him seemed to be afraid that he would quit again. It hit the sandbox twice very quickly, and a ball of clay fell out from the bottom instantly. Zhou Ye caught it reluctantly.

"Here! This can be used to make dolls, or you humans like to call it a vest?"

Zhou Ye, who had just consumed a lot of energy, began to tinker in his ears again. He could hardly hear what it was saying. He held the platform with his hands and tried his best to suppress the dizziness.

The texture of this clay is very good and easy to shape. It is not much different from super light clay. It can almost be deformed according to one's wishes. He took the opportunity to talk.

"Tell me about the contents of the contract."

"Because I don't have enough surprise value now, I can't create real life, so I need you to play it."

"Our goal is to use a sandbox to project reality based on the real world and earn surprise value!"

"With this, I can... become stronger! As for you, you can use the surprise value to exchange for talents, recover memories and so on?" At this point, the two plastic painted eyes of the plastic flower looked at the young man in front of him.

"If you want to conquer all the aliens and become the master of the world, of course that's fine~" Its tone suddenly became lively and even agile, no longer stereotyped electronic voice "Anyway, the contract has been reached and it cannot be cancelled."

"Conquer all the aliens! Conquer everything!"

Zhou Ye did not respond to the extremely excited Plastic Flower, but just pretended to be obedient and rubbed the clay in his hands, keeping his waist tense so that if the Plastic Flower approached, he could quickly turn around.

The clay was molded into an adult figure, and the clothes and hairstyle were all imitated from ordinary clothes, which was very common.

"Are you done?" The Plastic Flower's attention was diverted.

"Not yet."

"Remember that the clay will be formed according to the shape you imagine when you mold it. Just throw it into the sandbox. You can put it anywhere."

"Of course, the most important thing now is to get rid of the current situation." Plastic Flower quickly scanned the area near Zhou's house with the sandbox. Several red dots were marked on the sandbox. Their actions were just normal, but under the all-round perspective of the sandbox, their constant glances at Zhou Ye's house and the exchange of glances exposed the problem.

"Zhou Zhou shouldn't have noticed these guys, right?"

The appearance of the red dot made Zhou Ye adjust the clay that originally didn't have many features.

His face gradually changed into a cold and arrogant image with slightly raised eyebrows and a cold face, looking inviolable.

After thinking for a moment, he molded the clothes into the style of aristocrats, added complex and luxurious patterns like ancient clothes, and finally added a jade ring on the ring finger of his left hand.

"Let's call you Siming." He remembered that this was the name of the guardian deity his mother often mentioned. The faces of his parents in his memory had long been blurred, and Zhou didn't want to lose more.

With a light throw, the young man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall instantly appeared in the blind spot of his vision. Zhou only felt that his perspective was divided into two, one in the pure white space and the other in the present.

He tentatively moved forward. He hadn't walked for a long time. He practiced repeatedly by holding on to the wall and finally got used to it.

The act of walking around the wall has attracted many passers-by nearby. His tall and straight figure, combined with the luxurious ancient clothes on his body, shows his identity.

Not to mention his white hair that is half crowned and half hanging behind his body.

"Is he a noble from the upper city? Or a member of the Grand Association?" The nearby residents carefully observed this man who was obviously different from ordinary citizens.

Boys and girls who wanted to chat were already approaching, but they were afraid of being attacked by the crowd because they stood out from the crowd. Finally, a girl known for her courage stepped forward.

"Sir, are you lost? Do you need help?" Her face was rosy and she smiled brightly, trying to open the topic in a roundabout way.

Zhou also subconsciously wanted to smile back, but the vest seemed to have no smiling muscles from the beginning, and he felt that he only made his face colder and harder.

As a result, he, who was much taller than the girl in front of him and almost looked down upon her, slowly raised his hand, and said with a stiff face, "I don't need it, if..."

Before he could finish what he was going to say, the girl said sorry and ran away. Her washed-out skirt was like a pale shadow as she ran away.

This made the people who were also eager to try to give it a try retreat.

Looking at her unsteady running posture, Zhou Ye withdrew his hand and covered his throat in distress because he didn't speak as expected.

I don't know what he had imagined, and the crowd made a noisy sound again. Zhou Ye saw that his neighbor who lived next door actually pulled out both children to look at the vest, as if the vest was a rare wonder.

The crowd quickly gathered after he turned around. In this relatively closed Xiangshan City, the arrival of such an obviously extraordinary person almost instantly became the topic of conversation.

"What do you think he is doing here?"

"He has been wandering by the wall for so long. I guess he came here to chase his lover." This is a gossipy lady.

"Tsk, it's impossible. He has a ring on his left ring finger. He is already an adult. How could a noble of this level have anything to do with us, the common people in the lower city?" The man spoke in a rough voice, full of contempt, but his eyes stared at the corner of Siming's robe inlaid with gold edges for a long time.

"Can't he be here to arrest someone? What if he is from the law enforcement team?"

"How is that possible? The clothes he wears are obviously those of a noble. The law enforcement team of the association are all commoners like us. He must be a noble who is here to meet his lover in private!"

"Why can't he be from the law enforcement team? Nobles can also join the law enforcement team!"

"That's Silver Hair. A noble of this level must have a great talent. Why would he join the law enforcement team?"

While they were discussing heatedly, the red dots on the sand table were also moving, gathering towards Zhou's house. It seemed that the small commotion caused by Siming made several people notice something unusual.