Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong stood aside, watching Lin Xing gradually calm down.

Jing Shiyu asked: "Lin Xing? Are you okay?"

Lin Xing, who was originally lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head. The terrifying murderous intent surged out of his body like a tidal wave, making Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong who were present break out in a cold sweat.

And in Lin Xing's eyes, it seemed that countless scenes of killing and being killed continued to emerge.

The scenes of life-and-death struggles appeared before him with incredible clarity, even deeper and clearer than his memories of traveling yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Regardless of the initial memories of farming, chopping wood, and hunting, or the later memories of being chased and killing others, the images that emerged in Lin Xing's mind were all from the first-person perspective.

He didn't know when or where it happened.

Xue Rong at the side judged: "It's not a big problem, it's just that the memory of the past is a little fuzzy, it shouldn't affect the future life."

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This time, Lin Xing felt that he remembered more things to abide by the law: "Trying to capture me alive is more serious than killing me. They all deserve to die."

He felt that both of them were himself, but the two selves had no connection and were completely different.

Lin Xing was slightly stunned, and then he laughed: "I didn't remember it clearly just now, but now I remember that it was you, Miss Jing, who taught me spiritual vision."

"When I was a child in this world, I was probably raised by my parents. Every day, besides going to school and studying, I would go home and play... But what did I play?"

"But there are exceptions..." Lin Xing's mind flashed with many troublesome situations in which he was injured but not dead. It was a torture that took longer and was more dangerous than death.

Lin Xing smiled and said, "How could I forget? It was you who taught me the skill of clairvoyance."

Lin Xing nodded confidently: "I remember it like this, if they didn't kill me, they only need to cripple me, and they don't have to pay with their lives."

The puppet girl turned around and said coldly to Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong on the other side: "Look at him, look at him? Is this good?"

Xue Rong stroked his beard, frowned and said, "It's hard to say, but I'm afraid that the memory I revived has some problems for him. It made his condition worse and even shook his cognition."

"He may be in a similar situation." Xue Rong looked at Lin Xing and said, "He may have awakened a memory that he cannot accept."

It was as if he remembered that he had eaten breakfast, but also remembered that he had not eaten breakfast. That weird sense of contradiction turned Lin Xing's mind upside down.

"I definitely remember more in the past, so what I did then should have been law-abiding."

But Lin Xing couldn't remember who said this.

"I have mastered the skill at such a young age. Does that mean I lived in a mirror world when I was a child?"

The girl's face was cold and expressionless. She said in a faint voice, "Lin Xing, do you remember me?"

Xue Rong said: "Look, you can't accept this identity at all."

All he knew was that it must have started when he was a child, because he saw a pair of extremely tender and thin hands.

The already blurred memories of my childhood in this world...

When Jing Shiyu's call came from his ears, he looked up, and the memory of endless killing seemed to make him feel murderous.

His mind was filled with memories of injuring and crippling his opponents many times in the woods and fields, and then letting them go many times.

Besides that, a trace of doubt came to my mind: "But in the memory of mastering the skills since childhood, I often go back in time. On the contrary, in most of my childhood memories in this world, there is no such thing as going back in time."

When he came to his senses and looked at the house, Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong in front of him, he even felt a little vague and distant.

He continued to recall other memories: "Who else taught me to obey the law? This is very important. I must remember it."

"But if you suddenly remembered that your real identity was the last emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and that you were living here incognito, what would you do?"

"Criminal law... as I remember... it should be that murder means paying with one's life."

Childhood memories that come to mind at this moment...

In the next few days, Jing Shiyu and the puppet girl took turns to stay by Lin Xing's side, watching him close his eyes and think from time to time, or suddenly talk to himself. Gradually, Lin Xing recovered from the initial confusion.

But this was just the judgment he could make. In fact, many memories of life-and-death battles were mixed in his mind, and sometimes he couldn't tell which death belonged to which memory.

He just remembered that this sentence was very important and he must abide by it.

At this moment, a skirt appeared in his field of vision. Lin Xing looked up and found that a girl in a long skirt appeared in front of him.

But what is the content of the law? "I can't remember..." Lin Xing held his head in pain: "I can't remember."

Xue Rong shook his head: "Even crazier than before."

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing who kept muttering to himself and asked, "What should we do now?"

As he thought about it, Lin Xing felt that he couldn't tell which one was the real him.

He grabbed his hair in some pain: "I can't remember clearly."

But just as he clenched his fist, Lin Xing froze there again: "She is Jing Shiyu, she doesn't want to kill me."

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing and said, "Lin Xing, I was the one who taught you spiritual vision. Do you still remember?"

"I can't remember..."

He looked at the valley village in front of him and thought to himself, "The reality is... I am in the village where Xue Rong lives in seclusion. This means that the me who came here to look for memories is the real me now."

Two completely unrelated memories swirled in his mind at the same time, and the strong sense of confusion seemed to drive Lin Xing crazy.

Jing Shiyu was puzzled and asked, "Isn't it just resurrecting memories? Why is there such a big problem?"

Group after group of strangers he didn't know, and one after another warriors whose names he didn't even know, Lin Xing only remembered fighting with them again and again.

Bai Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I was really afraid that you would forget me."

"They all want to kill me...I'm going to kill them all."

"I can't take the initiative to kill people, because... because..."

This memory recovery not only failed to help Lin Xing solve the problem, but made his memories of the present world even more blurred, and even caused a deviation in his perception of his own identity.

Lin Xing counted on his fingers and thought: "If you don't kill me, you don't have to die."

…

He murmured, "So those memories of farming and chopping trees...are not what I should really have."

Lin Xing thought for a moment and said, "Master Bai, don't worry, I remember you."

"Which one is me?"

"Then what about my memories in this world?"

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind: "The present world clearly records my life from childhood to adulthood."

And who knows how many years of fighting have gone by.

Jing Shiyu said: "What if we are unlucky?"

Looking at Lin Xing's dazed and painful look, Jing Shiyu asked nervously, "What's wrong with him?"

Jing Shiyu frowned and said, "How could I be the emperor of the Great Zhou?"

"The one who grew up farming and chopping wood, killing people and being killed along the way, is not the real me..."

The sudden revival of these memories made him feel as if he had gone through many years in an instant.

Xue Rong said: "Let him rest and sort out his memory. If he is lucky, he will recover in a day or two."

He tried hard to recall his memories of the present life, but found that these memories were becoming increasingly unclear.

"What if the me in Gengtian's memory is the real me?"

Xue Rong shook his head and sighed: "If it just reminds you of what you ate yesterday, then of course it doesn't matter."

He recalled the many people who wanted to capture him alive, and how he beat them all to death.

A sentence suddenly popped up in Lin Xing's mind, and he murmured, "I must abide by the law."

"Yes, life for life."

After two days of reviewing his memory, Lin Xing came to this conclusion.

Lin Xing shook his head and said, "This won't work. Even if we don't talk about the memories I revived this time, I will have more and more memories in the future. Is there no way for me to manage my memories better?"

He also thought of how Xue Rong had seen many forgotten memories deep in his sea of ​​consciousness. If he didn't find a solution, how could he check these memories?

Jing Shiyu also asked: "Is there no secret method or skill that can solve this problem?"

Xue Rong pondered and said, "If you are still not satisfied with this, then we can only go to Taiqingmen."

(End of this chapter)