I can upgrade in the last days

Chapter 682 That small courtyard, memory fragments!
When Song Yan woke up again, he found himself next to a small village. He stood up slowly and checked his whole body, but there was no change.

"Where is this place? I shouldn't be in an illusion, right?"

This possibility is not impossible.

Song Yan is well aware of the horror of the illusion, if he is still in the illusion, then at least he knows what is wrong with him.

But now, he is still a little uncertain, because the air here can smell different smells.

"it's here!"

A shout came from not far away.

Song Yan quickly turned his head and looked over. The old man was sitting not far away at this time, and he seemed to be holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, and the other hand was looking back towards him.

Without pausing, he walked up slowly, and asked with a hint of caution in his eyes:
"Who are you and what do you want to tell me?"

"Hahahaha, you kid, don't be so frizzy, I'll tell you when I catch a fish."

After the old man finished speaking, his eyes gradually calmed down, and he looked straight at the bamboo pole hanging from the water not far away.

"fish?"

Song Yan suddenly realized something. It seemed that when he went to Shangyuan Realm, he ate a fish in the illusion?

He looked at the surrounding environment, and sure enough, it was basically no different from the small village in the illusion.

That's right, here is the former illusion!
Song Yan nodded, just when he realized this, there was a soft sound on the originally calm lake.

He looked up and saw a live perch biting the bamboo pole.

But is this really true?

"Have it!"

With a happy tone, the old man flicked his wrist lightly, and a live perch jumped into the fish basket.

"Are you kidding? Why does this fish have an aura of original power? Did you create it?"

Song Yan's eyes widened, it's not a good thing to say.

He felt a trace of the original force between the heaven and the earth jump into the water and turned into a perch, and jumped into the fish basket in a splash.

"Fish have their own life, so they can do whatever they want."

The old man picked up the fish basket at his feet and walked slowly towards the courtyard. Song Yan frowned and followed the former to the entrance of the courtyard.

He had seen this small courtyard before and was very familiar with it. It could be said that he had revisited the old place.

"What are you going to do, can you be a sea bass?"

Looking at the former's actions, Song Yan seemed to want to start making fish again, but isn't there only one fish today?

"Of course, you go and sit over there, and I'll make you a fish."

"Where's your grandson? Or your grandson?"

Song Yan looked at this small courtyard, which was built of bluestone bricks and tiles, and looked old.

The old man didn't talk to him, but stood aside, his hands were shaking constantly, he put a plate of steaming perch in front of the former, and said:
"How's it going outside recently?"

"Outside? You mean, Shang Yuanjie, or Blue Star, or Oluto?"

Song Yan froze for a moment, realizing that the former might be asking about something else.

"I mean, Blue Star."

"I haven't gone back for two months. I plan to go back after seeing you."

Song Yan took a serious look at the plate of steamed sea bass in front of him. The faint aroma was refreshing. He had been wanting to taste it since he finished eating it last time.

However, no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember the smell.

So much so that he didn't know how to restore it.

"There is your second home, but now, here is your first home."

"First?"

Song Yan stared at the former, and the old man was looking at him kindly at this moment, and his appearance seemed to be very amiable, giving him an inexplicable feeling of amiability.

"Of course, it's just that you won't stay here for long. If you want to continue to improve, or want to return to the original world, you need a certain amount of strength."

The old man shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and said the old god on the ground.

"I don't want to know this, I want to know, what do you mean by what you told me about my childhood?"

Song Yan stared, stood up, and had no intention of continuing to eat fish. What's wrong with his own background?
He is an orphan, but God insists that his first home is here.

But here, he didn't give him any memory at all.

"After eating the fish, you should go. As for when you will come back, it depends on your mood."

After the old man finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked at Song Yan calmly.

"What do you mean? What the hell are you going to tell me? Why aren't you telling me now?"

Song Yan was very puzzled, what is the purpose of this person, and what does it have to do with him?Why does he always beat around the bush when he talks.

Is there something that needs to be hidden?
He looked at the former, but the old man didn't seem to want to say a word at all.

Song Yan had no choice but to scratch his head, and sat down slowly. Since he couldn't find out anything, he simply went to eat fish.

He lowered his head, grabbed a pair of chopsticks, and began to feast on the fish.

But just after taking a bite, a wave of memory permeated into Song Yan's mind immediately, and countless memory fragments filled Song Yan's mind, slowly overlapping one by one.

A child was placed at the foot of a mountain from infancy, and was picked up by a middle-aged man.

A note was left in the swaddle, which read:
First Ancestor, for the sake of your past kindness, the child will be handed over to you.

After reading the note, the middle-aged man sighed softly and murmured:

"It's not a good thing to give this child to me. When he is a little older, I will let him be an ordinary person then."

Just as he was talking, the middle-aged man carried the child on his back, all the way from the mountain to a small fishing village, and built a house with a wave of his hand.

In this way, the child and the middle-aged man lived here. Suddenly one day, a man covered in black mist slowly came here.

He threatened the middle-aged man to hand over the child, but the middle-aged man refused, so he left.

The middle-aged man sighed and said:

"At such a young age, I didn't expect you to be involved in so many forces. If so, then I will hide you and don't come back when the time comes."

When the boy was four years old, wearing ordinary clothes, he was thrown into the lake by the middle-aged man, turning into a golden light and sinking to the bottom of the water.

After sending the little boy away, the man covered in black mist came again. He wanted to find the little boy, but the middle-aged man smiled and said:
"What you can't find, I've hidden him."

"Then you will die for me!"

The man in the black mist suddenly became furious, roared, and cast various curses on the middle-aged man, looking like a member of the Demon Cult.

The body of the middle-aged man is gradually aging, but he still has black hair and a stooped waist.

"You can't kill me, so you might as well think about what will happen to you in the future."

(End of this chapter)