The strange corridor and water area were like a huge maze, surrounded by endless darkness, with only the sound of cold flowing water echoing in the ears.
Strange light flickered on the walls of the corridor, like some mysterious runes telling an ancient story.
In the dark and damp water corridor, unknown light shines in through the cracks, barely outlining the contours of the surrounding environment.
Ma Tuan and Blore Lu'e sat in a coffin together, his body leaning forward slightly.
He stared at the skeleton not far away in amazement.
The skeleton was originally just a dry skeleton, lying quietly on the water, making slight collision sounds as the waves swayed gently.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water, as if stirred by some mysterious force.
Ma Tuan's heart suddenly tightened, and he stared at the skeleton without blinking.
Even now, he felt that he could still remember what happened.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the strange surface of the water, and upon seeing this, strange changes began to appear on the skeleton's body.
Strands of pale pink flesh seemed to be summoned from thin air, slowly attaching themselves to the bones of the skull.
At first, this skin and flesh was just a thin layer, like a newborn bud, fragile and tender, but with a tenacious vitality.
Over time, the skin and flesh gradually grew thicker, tightly wrapping around every bone like nature's most exquisite weaving.
Then, blood vessels began to appear. They were like winding red threads, emerging from various parts of the skull, first as tiny branches, and then gradually converging into a main trunk.
These blood vessels are faintly visible beneath the skin, as if the veins of life are being redrawn.
They began to beat, albeit subtly, with a rhythm full of life that made Ma Tuan's heartbeat quicken. Then, the muscles began to grow.
They seemed to be pushed by some invisible force, quietly emerging from between the bones and flesh, gradually expanding and firming.
The texture of the muscles is clearly visible, and every fiber is full of strength.
They develop rapidly under the nourishment of blood vessels, making the outline of the entire skull fuller.
Ma Tuan saw that the outline of the muscles on the skeleton's arms had become clearly visible, as if they could be swung at any time.
Finally, in this enchanting and strange change, a complete body appeared in front of Ma Tuan.
It is no longer a dry skeleton, but a body with complete skin, blood vessels and muscles.
Although Ma Tuan was not very clear about the details of the whole process, the change from nothing to something left him feeling deeply shocked.
It seemed as if at that moment, flesh and blood covered it, the soul was reshaped, and life was revived.
At that moment, he seemed to have witnessed the miracle of life, and his heart was filled with shock and awe.
The name Zhimawan was also chosen by him at random, but this name became the only bond between them.
That day, he and Blore witnessed Sesame Ball crawling out of the water, like a demon or a ghost, pushing them forward.
He looked at the body in front of him that had regained life, and at that time he felt that nothing could describe his feelings at that time.
Ma Tuan shuddered and suddenly found that he seemed to be bewitched.
When he saw the skeleton, he took it away as if possessed by some invisible force.
It felt like being pushed forward by an invisible hand and unable to break free.
Later he tried to analyze his behavior, but could not find a reasonable explanation.
Is it because of the mysterious aura of the skeleton? Or is it because of some unknown emotion deep in the heart?
He didn't know.
But from that moment on, his fate was closely intertwined with sesame balls.
Since then, step by step, sesame balls have been shaped into what they are today.
Until the last time they met, the other person's last appearance seemed to be the same as it is now, except... he seemed to have lost his memory.
Now, the person standing in front of him might be the real Sesame Ball.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the past times might just be a long prelude.
Perhaps the real story has just begun.
But now it seems that he has lost his memory, but when facing himself, there seems to be something indescribable and confusing, which makes Ma Tuan's heart full of doubts.
Where exactly am I now?
What happened after the sesame balls?
Why did it turn out like that?
The way he treats himself now, he obviously has no memory, so what is his purpose?
These questions entangled in Ma Tuan's mind like vines, making him feel like his head was about to explode.
The room seemed a little empty, but the decoration was extravagant. The walls were hung with exquisite tapestries embroidered with intricate patterns, as if telling ancient stories.
The floor is covered with soft carpet, and stepping on it feels like sinking into clouds.
However, these luxurious decorations cannot hide the emptiness of the room.
Ma Tuan stood quietly by the window, motionless, as if frozen in this moment.
His figure seemed particularly lonely in the blue-gold light, like a puppet forgotten in a corner, waiting for fate to manipulate it.
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Blore felt only a touch of disbelief.
If he was not mistaken, the person lying in the straw pile was Song Wudeng, whom they had met on the boat before.
Moreover, it seemed as if there was something pressing under him, and Song Wudeng's entire body was arched, which was obviously inappropriate, as if his back was forcibly bent by some invisible force, maintaining a twisted posture.
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