As I got closer, the image of the third brother in front of me became clearer and clearer. The tattoos on his body seemed to have life and were about to break through the shackles of his body.

His brows were furrowed, and his face clearly showed annoyance.

It is the irritability that comes from not knowing why the throbbing in my heart occurs.

The name Lian Xue really had a great impact on him.

Strike while the iron is hot. Taking advantage of the momentum created by the scumbag boss, I frowned and said in a self-deprecating tone, "Mr. Komaji probably won't recognize me in this state. After all, nearly three hundred years have passed. I can't even count how many times I've been reincarnated."

I only remember that when I read the San Ge Encyclopedia before, it said that he was over 200 years old. Since this number and this quantifier were used, he should have been transformed into a ghost within 300 years.

With a more accurate number as a basis, it is easier to make Brother San believe my nonsense.

I deliberately didn't look at Third Brother's expression. Don't be too deliberate at this moment. Avoiding his gaze will give me a feeling of reminiscing about the past.

I understand him very well. Third Brother is still very simple-minded, and I can control him directly.

"In fact, to me, it doesn't matter whether you are a human or a ghost. They are just a link in the biological chain. I am not a human being, so I don't care. So you don't have to worry about anything. Mr. Komaji and Ms. Koiyuki have done me a favor. Even if it was a favor from several generations ago, it is invaluable to me. If you two have other ideas, I will naturally cooperate with you." First, make your position clear. You can't hate ghosts too much at this time, otherwise you will directly conflict with them. Now I need his help, so of course, those who know the current situation are the heroes. "It's just that Muji... that person is different. He and I have a personal grudge. Even if it's not for others, for myself, I have to... be his enemy."

When I mentioned the trashy boss, Third Brother's aura became chaotic. When he heard the name I didn't finish saying, Third Brother naturally knew who I was referring to.

But I'm not sure whether his current confusion is because of the trashy boss or because of Lian Xue.

Or...both?

"I'm also very sorry about Miss Koyuki. My ability is to save anyone who is injured to the point of having only one breath left, but... I can't do anything about normal physical weakness. Birth, aging, illness and death are the right way of time and reincarnation, and no one can disobey it." This ability is a surgical ability, and it's just a surgical ability - of course, the weapon against ghosts is another part of the territory, and I won't talk about it here. Of course, it's not that I don't want to continue to cheat myself and say that I can cure anything. It really has to be in line with the existing personality. If I can directly cure the disease, would the scumbag boss still need to take medicine to become what he is now? "Mr. Komaji, ghosts use this method to disobey cause and effect..."

Having said that, I finally felt that the time was right, so I raised my eyelids and looked at my third brother.

Although he is an extremely hot-tempered guy when facing the weak, he was listening to me docilely. Without even noticing it, his eyes might have urged me to continue talking.

"Even if it's for Miss Renxue, Mr. Komaji should have considered a way out - it's not that I don't want to take revenge, it's just that the time has not come yet." I stared at the third brother's eyes tightly, and my voice was quite firm. If I want him to believe, I must believe it first. "I just don't know how you convinced Master Qingzang. Is he really willing to let Miss Renxue live with you in this way? Do they really want you to continue to survive and become stronger in this way?"

Unconsciously, I found myself face to face with my third brother. This feeling of being less than a safe social distance often makes people feel unsafe.

What's more, I was an absolute stranger to him.

He was not taller than me, but his short hair seemed to be flying up, making him stand out more than me at first glance. However, his eyes were almost at eye level with mine, which created a feeling of intimate communication.

As soon as I finished speaking, he looked at me carefully but didn't say anything.

He kept staring at me like this, and because I couldn't show weakness, I kept my eyes wide open - my eyes are sore, my eyes are sore, hurry up and say something, or I will blink physiologically!

"...Mr. Komaji?" I spoke to bring his mind back to who knows where. At the same time, because I had been staring wide-eyed for a long time, my tear glands ached and a mist of tears gathered in my eye sockets.

It was too embarrassing for me to cry at this moment, so I tried hard to hold back my tears, letting them hang in my eye sockets.

Now I dare not blink even more, because I will definitely cry if I blink.

— Third brother, third brother, it would be great if you were taller. Then I could pretend to look up and actually hold back my tears.

When my tears turn into snot, I can just sniff it secretly so it won’t be noticeable.

"You...what's your name?" the third brother spoke, and his voice sounded very different from the eldest brother's when he was fighting.

He shouldn't know my name, right? Could it be that he was slacking off during the previous meeting?

I was filled with awe; this spirit of slacking off under the noses of bosses and teachers is truly a role model for our generation.

"Mr. Komaji asked me my name. Do you remember what I said to him that year? Names are like passing clouds to me. Over the years, I have used dozens of them, if not a hundred," I subtly avoided the question. After all, he would not resonate with the other names I mentioned. I couldn't do such a thing that would only hurt myself. "This time, just call me Ao."

Hey, just help the third brother to make up for it, as if he is already familiar with such problems.

I am such a little genius.

He put one hand on my shoulder. At such a close distance, I could see the blue veins on his hand, but I didn't feel any pressure on my shoulder.

The third brother was using force with his hands, but he didn’t use them on my shoulders.

Is this showing mercy to me?

I feel like I'm halfway there.

However, I did not strike while the iron was hot. This kind of thing needs to be done gradually. The settings cannot be poured all at once. Give him a few minutes to calm down and accept it.

"Lian Xue...Lian Xue--" The third brother repeated the name, as if it had awakened some thoughts in his mind. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He felt like he was trying desperately to think of something, but couldn't grasp even a single clue. This made him extremely anxious. "I didn't, I should--"

It’s a bit like when I hear a certain melody and feel like I’ve heard it before, but I just can’t remember which specific piece of music it is, and I feel very uncomfortable.

I feel so uncomfortable with just one song, let alone the song "Lian Xue" for my third brother.

When his mind was most confused, I suddenly stretched out my hands and held the third brother's face, blocking the part of his subconscious that wanted to escape, "The one that Master Qingzang dealt with, as a sinner, have you come back?"①

My voice was very soft, but Third Brother seemed to think that this was the last straw that broke the camel's back. He suddenly shook off my arm, took a few steps back, covered his head with one hand, and leaned hard against the wooden door behind him, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

It is difficult to use data to express how much influence the Boss Xia has on them. The first brother and the Boss Xia have a cooperative relationship. Mo Mo Tou is a heartless Mariscal peacock, and the third brother - the third brother is a stubborn person who only cares about getting stronger.

But no matter what their current status is, the beliefs and hobbies in their hearts are not rooted in them by the scumbag boss, but are influenced by their "previous life".

I remember when the comic ended, Boss Xia finally connected with the spirit of the Third Brother and strongly asked him to continue fighting, but the Third Brother still chose Lian Xue's hand.

It was like that then, and it should be like that now.

My palms are a little sweaty. This is a gamble for me. If it weren't for the current special environment, if the scumbag boss noticed it, it might cause some chain reactions.

The other things are fine, but the key point is that there might be problems with my treatment. I hope they won’t really use any cruel means at that time, such as cutting off my arms and legs every other day for experiments.

I think a person who disdains his boss is likely to do such a thing.

Even if I behaved obediently, it would only be a matter of time before this happened.

996——No, that scumbag boss is most likely 007 who is looking for a way to get rid of his weaknesses.

My salted fish is under a lot of pressure.

"Komaji - no, I'm Inoza, I'm -" His memory became confused. This intense sense of confrontation and clear direction prevented him from taking more direct and fierce actions against Toki Yuu and Tanjiro as he did in the original work when his memories came back to life. Instead, he curled up in a corner like a weakling, holding his head and questioning himself.

After all, from the very beginning, what he hated was not others, but himself for not being able to keep his original intention and protect his master and wife.

At this time, he seemed to have no reaction to my continued approaching him, until I half-knelt down and pressed my hands full of my strength on his head and face. The green light flowed through my fingertips into the third brother's skull and merged into his hair visibly.

Anti-gravity hair appears!

The pink short hair floated up little by little with my strength, and was wrapped in a cyan light, giving a feeling of a color-weak version of red and green.

But, unexpectedly harmonious.

The "sinner's tattoo" on San Ge's face has a faint glowing feeling, which makes San Ge's face look inexplicably dark. So, don't try fluorescent colors easily, because San Ge's fair skin, which has not been exposed to the sun for hundreds of years, will be darkened.

If we make an analogy and say that Third Brother’s amnesia is due to extreme emotions inside and cerebral congestion outside, then my ability is to disperse the congestion and my words are to channel this emotion.

In addition, the current Boss is very confident about me who has been under house arrest in the Infinite City, and will not pay special attention to me - he is mainly confident in his own Infinite City; at the same time, he is also very confident in the hardworking Third Brother. While concentrating on finding solutions to his own weaknesses, the Boss, who thinks he knows the waxing moon very well, has almost completely let go of his subtle control and devoted himself to the ocean of research.

A combination of various circumstances gave the third brother a unique opportunity.

The memories of the past twenty years as a human were mixed with the memories of the past two hundred years as a ghost, and the latter devoured the former with ten times the force.

But if there is a sun in the night sky, no matter how bright the stars next to it are, they will not cover the color of the sun.

It's just that this kind of sudden stimulation requires some time to get used to.

Besides, I didn't expect his memory to be fully restored at once - or rather, if he recovered all of it now, it would be a trouble for me.

After all, I have never appeared in his memory.

The power in my hands increased, and the strong scent of the blue red spider lily was injected into the third brother's brain, intensifying the conflict of power in his body and making his memory more confused and ambiguous.

The more chaotic the power and the more chaotic the memory, the better it is for me.

He reached out and grabbed my wrist hard, this time so hard that I could even hear the creepy sound of the bones in my wrist being compressed.

The next second, perhaps the kimono I was wearing reminded him of something, he suddenly rushed into my arms and hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry, Lian Xue - it's all my fault, it's me -"

I couldn't stand the force of the third brother, and was directly knocked to the ground. I seemed to see something on his body, but it disappeared quickly.

I lowered my head and looked at the panicked and empty eyes under the ridiculously long eyelashes of the third brother. In the end, I didn't have the heart to do it. I knew rationally that questioning at this time might be more effective and more in line with his character. After all, his memory needs strong stimulation to be unlocked more smoothly. He is now like this, he has only remembered a little bit.

It was like a tire with a small puncture, leaking air slowly.

But emotionally, I still have a good impression of the third brother - after all, I brought the eldest brother back, right? For me, there is no deep hatred anymore.

I still count on him to help me.

So, I used my ability to heal the fractured wrist, then gently stroked the soft pink hair of the third brother, and said in a low voice over his head: "It's time for you to come back, Mr. Komaji."