i have a museum of curiosities

Wait... what's going on here?
Zhang Ye's eyes widened, he looked at the blond loli in front of him in disbelief, and various complicated thoughts flashed in his mind.

The blond loli also looked at Zhang Ye, but didn't speak, just knelt on the ground.

Zhang also straightened up a little anxiously and walked back and forth a few steps, the doubts in his heart almost drove him crazy.

It's just... at a loss!
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Damn familiarity!Who am I?What exactly is a museum curator?What happened to the experiment indicated by the blood letter?

Zhang also scratched his hair in annoyance, but accidentally pulled the wound on his head, which made him grin his teeth.

Deliberately want to ask, but helplessly unable to speak, gesturing blindly and wasting time and unable to express clearly.After thinking about it, Zhang Ye gritted his teeth bitterly, and then sat down on the seat depressed.

The blonde loli looked at Zhang Ye with some doubts, as if she didn't quite understand why her master had such an expression.

Seeing the other party looking at him suspiciously, Zhang Ye sighed softly, pointed to the seat opposite, and signaled the other party to sit down.

The blonde loli understood, got up from the ground and slowly sat down opposite Zhang Ye.

Zhang also thought about it, and simply pointed to the blonde loli.

The blond loli tilted her head and asked tentatively, "The master wants to ask who I am?"

Zhang also nodded, then pointed to himself, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and then acted very angry.

"The master wants to ask...why did I come to attack the master?"

Zhang Ye was overjoyed, nodded quickly, and gave the blonde Loli a thumbs up.
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Look at this understanding!I don't know how much taller than Jiang Tingting!Wait... Who is 'Jiang Tingting'?Why do I remember this name?
The blonde loli blinked her big watery eyes, tilted her head in silence, as if she was thinking about Zhang Ye's question.

Just when Zhang also thought that the other party would not answer, the blond girl finally spoke.

"My name is Ivy. I only remember that I was ordered to kill the 'Museum Keeper', the others... Ivy can't remember."

Zhang Ye frowned, stared at Ivy's small face for a long time, and said in his heart: It doesn't look like she is lying, could it be... She also lost her memory?

Zhang also thought of how distressed he was due to losing his memory, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Ai Wei.

Looking at the broken windows and the shadows of the trees receding, Zhang Ye suddenly felt an urge to talk to someone!Talk out all the doubts and troubles in your heart.

At this time, a face that was as beautiful as the country and the city suddenly appeared in his mind, but immediately after that face was replaced by a face with thick bangs.

who is she?So familiar!But why can't I remember? !

Zhang Ye bitterly bit the thumb nail of his right hand, clenched his left hand tightly, his face was gloomy as if a hundred million had been stolen.

Ivy watched Zhang Ye quietly from the side, as quiet as a doll.

After an unknown period of time, the carriage bumped more and more, and Zhang Ye, who already had a head injury, became more and more dizzy, his stomach began to churn, and his whole body began to feel uncomfortable.

At this time, a cold little hand was suddenly placed on his forehead, and then a cold chill invaded his whole body, and Zhang Ye shivered suddenly.

The previous dizziness and discomfort suddenly subsided.

Ivy retracted her little hand with a smile, and said in a low voice: "I heard...the administrator can talk to all spirits through the guardian eye in the palm."

Zhang Ye was taken aback for a moment, and then eagerly supported Ivy's shoulder, his expression full of anxiety and inquiry.

Ivy knew that he was anxious, so she raised her right hand and stood in front of Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, tentatively raised his left hand, and leaned his palm against Ivy's encouraging eyes.

"Owner."

Ivy's voice sounded clearly, but Zhang Ye almost jumped up excitedly.

Because Ivy didn't open her mouth at all just now!

"Ai... Ivy."

The moment he heard this voice, Zhang Ye actually had the urge to cry!

Only those who have experienced it can know how happy it is to be able to communicate with others without barriers.

"Why... can I talk?" Zhang Ye asked suspiciously.

Ivy smiled slightly, her mouth didn't move, but a moving voice sounded from the bottom of Zhang Ye's heart.

"Master, it's not that you speak, but that your inner thoughts are directly transformed into a voice that can be used for conversation. This voice can only be heard by you and me, and no one else can hear it."

"It's really amazing!" Zhang Ye exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, and Ivy naturally heard it clearly.

Ivy nodded to Zhang Ye with a smile, and then said: "Master, if you have any questions, just ask me."

Zhang also looked happy.

"...Administrator...what the hell?"

"...the demon that brought destruction." Ivy's voice was a little strange.

"What did you say!"

Zhang Ye felt annoyed for no reason in his heart, and couldn't help shouting angrily.

Ai Wei was obviously terrified by Zhang Ye's appearance at the moment, she hurriedly shrank to the side, her little head lowered slightly, and the palms that were originally close to Zhang Ye also naturally retracted.

Zhang Ye was taken aback for a moment, then slapped himself angrily, then bit his fingernails anxiously, frowning tightly.

Isn't it just a harmless remark?As for losing such a big temper?

What is wrong with me?
Why... am I so familiar with all this?
Why do I have such strong emotions for "Administrators"?
Could it be that... I'm really an "administrator"?
But it's not right!According to the old man, it seems that "administrator" is a very special profession, and... there should not be many people!
After a while, Zhang also stood up with some embarrassment, walked to Ivy's side, sat down gently, and stretched out his left hand tentatively.

Seeing Zhang Ye's movements, Ai Wei instinctively moved to the side.But after seeing Zhang Ye's embarrassed and annoyed expression, he pouted and stretched out his little hand.

Seeing Ivy's reaction, Zhang Ye was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly leaned his palm over.

"Ivy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, don't be angry..."

Ivy pouted cutely, and turned her head away from looking at Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye scratched his head helplessly, then changed the subject and said, "Where did you hear that the administrator is a devil?"

Ivy shook her head with some displeasure, the golden curly hair on her forehead was dangling, a little cute.

Zhang Ye's brows showed no signs of loosening.

"So... who sent you here?"

"The High Priest."

"High Priest?"

"Well, the High Priest of the Holy See."

"Holy See?"

"The Holy See of the Sun God."

sun god!
Zhang Ye's heart moved, as if he had heard of this name somewhere, but he didn't have the slightest impression when he recalled it carefully.

"Sun God Sect..." Zhang couldn't help but sighed, and said in his heart: It seems that I have a lot of things involved in me!Thinking about it carefully, this so-called "administrator"...is probably the source of everything!That being the case, we need to know more about this "administrator"...

"How many 'administrators' are there?" Zhang Ye asked.

"There is only one person in each generation." Ivy replied.

"One person?" Zhang couldn't help being a little surprised.

Could it be... this "administrator" is not only a profession, but also a special status?
"Which museum does the administrator... belong to?"

Ivy shook her head.

"Then... how many candidates are there?"

Ivy continued to shake her head, "I don't know."

Zhang Ye nodded silently, thinking to himself: From this point of view, this "administrator" should be selected from among the "candidates", and there is only one real "administrator"... From this point of view, the Sun The high priest of the Holy See either wants to completely cut off the existence of "administrators", or...he is a candidate himself!In order to become an "administrator" myself, I must kill all other candidates!
Although it is immoral to imagine the high priest of the Holy See of the Sun God as extremely sinister and cunning for the first time, but... Zhang Ye has such an idea in his heart-that high priest is not a good person!
And what Zhang didn't know was that Ivy could hear all his thoughts before clearly and clearly...

Zhang Ye continued to ask: "How much do you know about the high priest of the Holy See of the Sun God?"

Ivy froze for a moment, then covered her little head in pain.

Zhang Ye looked at this posture, and hurriedly said in his heart: "Okay, okay, if you can't say it, don't say it!"

Only then did Ivy calm down, and looked at Zhang Ye gratefully: "Thank you, master! It's not that Ivy can't say it, it's just that I can't remember it."

Zhang Ye waved his hand and said, "If you can't think of it, then don't think about it."

Ivy sat obediently beside Zhang Ye, like a delicate doll.

Seeing the other party's quiet appearance now, Zhang couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with your... that ghostly look?"

Ivy tilted her head and looked at Zhang Ye, then said, "Mistized."

"Aerosolization?"

Zhang Ye frowned, leaned his head on the back of the chair helplessly, subconsciously glanced at the blood moon in the sky, and felt anxious and bored for no reason.Zhang Ye hurriedly lowered his head in fright.

"What is mist?"

Ivy thought for a while, and then said: "Being affected by the mist will make the spirit become manic and irritable, and then become more and more like a beast. This process is 'fog'."

Zhang Ye sighed, and said helplessly, "What is a spirit body?"

Ivy blinked her beautiful big eyes and shook her head.

"Do you know... where is the cemetery of the true spirit?" Zhang Ye finally asked the most critical question.

Ivy thought for a moment, and said, "It seems to be on... the holy mountain."

"It seems? Holy Mountain?"

"That is a legend that has been passed down in Northland for a long time. I can hardly remember the specific content. The general idea is that on the holy mountain that has existed forever since ancient times, there is a group of people who are friends with death. They call themselves 'Gravekeepers', Living in the cemetery of true spirits, guarding the tomb of the unknown king for generations." Ivy explained slowly.

Zhang Ye was startled when he heard the words "gravekeeper".

The old man once mentioned this title, it seems that he is still...a candidate?
The curator of the museum... the keeper of the cemetery of the real spirit...

Which one is my true identity?

Zhang Ye took a deep breath and asked, "Then...why do you call me master?"

Hearing this question, Ivy's expression was obviously a little unnatural, but she still replied: "Because the master changed Ivy from a 'wild spirit' to a 'true spirit'."

"Clap clap-"

Zhang Ye slapped himself a few big mouths violently, and thought in his heart as he smacked: Let your mouth be cheap!Let your mouth be cheap!Ask and ask, the more you ask, the more confused you become, the more you ask, the more you don't understand, the more you ask, the more questions you have...

"Owner?"

Ai Wei panicked all of a sudden, seeing Zhang Ye's "self-mutilation" behavior for no reason, she was a little scared, but also worried, subconsciously kept away from Zhang Ye, and put her two small hands in front of her body.But after thinking about it, this action seemed a little hurtful, so I was struggling to sit or stand.

Zhang Ye shook his head, sighed again, then returned to his seat, thought about it and simply lay down.

Seeing her master's series of coquettish operations, Ivy was a little dumbfounded.

After a while, little Lolita asked softly: "Master, Ivy... can I sit down?"

Zhang also waved his hand casually, without speaking.

Ai Wei didn't know what she did wrong, she sat across from Zhang Ye with some grievances, and looked at Zhang Ye from time to time with her lips pouted.

Zhang Ye was gently stroking the hammer given to him by the old man at this moment, his eyes were full of regret and entanglement.

Why do I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the "administrator" in my heart despite my memory being lost?
Who am I?
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ye was in a daze and was about to fall asleep, but there seemed to be a voice from the bottom of his heart, full of urgency and vigilance.

Zhang also woke up immediately.

Immediately, an indescribable palpitation made him instinctively jump up from the seat.

The next moment, a huge black shadow crashed down, crashed through the roof of the carriage, tore apart the seat Zhang Ye was lying on just now, and then split the entire carriage!

"Whoa-"

The rear half of the carriage suddenly broke, making a loud noise.

The carriage shook suddenly, and Zhang Ye's body fell backwards uncontrollably. He was about to fall off the carriage when a cold little hand grabbed his arm suddenly.

Immediately after a strong force came, Zhang Ye's body flew up and landed firmly on the seat.

Everything that happened just now happened in an instant, and it was only then that Zhang Ye seemed to slow down and cursed something in a low voice.

The carriage was about to topple, and there was a roar, and Zhang Ye felt that the carriage somehow stabilized and began to slow down.

"Sorry-"

The horses roared, and a familiar figure suddenly jumped into the air, followed by a terrifying sound of fighting from nowhere.

Zhang Ye's eyes suddenly widened.

That figure was the old man he saw when he opened his eyes.

Seeing the figure of the old man "flying" in the air like an eagle, Zhang Ye's mind suddenly stopped thinking.

At this moment, a terrible sound of breaking through the air hit, and Zhang Ye only felt a strong force coming from the right, and his body flew up again, and fell steadily outside the carriage.

Zhang also subconsciously looked at his arm.

Ivy's little hand tightly clutched her right arm - she was the one who saved herself just now.

She saved herself again. The carriage was torn apart by the shadow before, and when she was about to fall off the carriage, it was Ivy who saved herself.

Zhang also wanted to thank him, but he also knew that it was not a good time to "hold hands" with Ivy, so he had to give her a look to let her experience it.

However, there was no other reaction before waiting, the huge black shadow that tore the carriage before suddenly struck from the depths of the surrounding woods!

The overwhelming pressure made Zhang Ye plop down and couldn't get up, and this was just the wind pressure caused by the giant black shadow waving!

Only then did Zhang Ye realize that the black shadow was actually a huge black sickle!

How could there be such a big scythe?

Is it...

Reaper? !
Zhang Ye was stunned, and Ivy beside him suddenly "flyed" and rushed straight to the giant scythe.

Zhang Ye's eyes were about to burst, and before he could stop it, he saw a burst of blue light curtain erupting from Ivy's body and blocking him.

However, the giant sickle swept over this time, and the huge sickle head easily smashed the blue light curtain under Ivy!

Accompanied by the crisp sound of glass shattering, the light curtain dissipated, and Ivy's figure was suddenly split into two! -
Do not! ! !
Zhang Ye's eyes were tearing apart, but nothing could be changed.

Ai Wei's body slowly dissipated, but her eyes stayed on Zhang Ye...
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Ivy...

Zhang also didn't understand why this happened.

Obviously I just became friends with Ivy, and I just know how to communicate with the spirit body, obviously...why did I encounter such a thing?

Seeing Ivy's figure gradually dissipate, boundless anger rose in Zhang Ye's heart!
what on earth is it?

Zhang also roared in his heart.

However, the next moment, he was as tired as a deflated balloon.

Because the power of the giant sickle has not weakened in any way!

He knew that the one who died next was himself!

Weak and powerless, left in despair.

Ivy, you died to save me... Now, I'm here to accompany you...

Zhang also slowly closed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the giant scythe swept across Zhang Ye's body mercilessly, bringing up a large cloud of dust...