Quickly wear: Host, you are too rebellious!

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This time the memory is opened from a third perspective.

Ji Gui has indeed been wandering for a long time.

She doesn't know who she is, her identity and family, she doesn't know where to go, she just floats aimlessly in the world.

One day, she witnessed a car accident.

It was a family of four, two daughters, father and mother traveling by car. The mother was sitting in the passenger seat and kept scolding her older daughter in the back seat.

The daughter lowered her head, as if she was used to such a scene. The younger sister next to her kept giggling, and occasionally she would chime in with her mother and point at her sister.

The man sitting in the driver's seat said nothing. Xu was a little upset by the atmosphere in the car. He honked the horn anxiously and shouted: "Shut up!"

The woman in the co-pilot looked at the man in disbelief as if she had discovered something strange, and then began to point the finger at him.

The man became increasingly upset. He accidentally didn't notice the turning car and bumped into it...

"boom--"

The two cars collided, and now it was time to shut up if I didn't want to.

The airbag deployed instantly, protecting the man in the driver's seat and the woman in the passenger seat. Not so lucky in the back row.

The direction of the impact was to the left, and the position where my sister was sitting was also on the left.

She didn't have to die. The moment the car crashed, her sister pushed her, and she was caught off guard, and her chest hit the windshield that broke into the rear window.

My sister is dead.

The moment her soul swayed and floated, she was still a little unbelievable.

But not quite dead.

The moment the two ghosts, Black and White and Wuchang, cuffed her sister's soul and left, Ji Gui entered her body.

The lights in the emergency room stayed on for a long time, and finally the doctor came out.

All are alive.

People mourned the tragedy of the accident, but were thankful that no one lost their life.

Ji Gui survived in place of the girl, while their father became permanently disabled.

Perhaps because these were stolen days after all, she died in a car accident within a few years.

The moment her soul left her body, she saw the little girl again.

The girl didn't look at her, but at her grown body.

……

The memory ends here, and Chulu falls into darkness again.

There was also an eerie silence all around.

Chulu blinked, yes, he can move. But... why can't I still see it?

"What the hell? I'm not going blind, am I?"

Chu Lu moved tentatively, but as soon as he stretched out his arms and legs, he encountered an obstacle. She could only curl up on the ground, unable to raise her head.

"???" Chu Lu was really confused! What happened!

She bent her fingers and tapped the surrounding area. It was as crisp as a clay pot.

and so……

Was she still caught? !

It is said that when the suona is played, it either ascends to heaven or enters a funeral procession. This is a dead end.

Chu Lu curled up with his limbs, feeling trapped and really uncomfortable. A small, dark and quiet environment can really make people irritable. She is no exception.

After a few minutes of silence, she couldn't help but knock on the surroundings again, as if she wanted to break the thing that trapped her.

...break it into pieces?

Chu Lu immediately took out a stone placed on her waist, only half the size of a fist, which was given to her by the flower pond. I didn't expect it to come in handy at this time.

Now it's her turn to perform - Ji Gui smashes the can!

She tossed it casually and felt the feel. Just as she was about to smash it down, the top of her head suddenly lit up.

She raised her head and looked into the eyes of an old man with a wrinkled face.

It was rare for Chulu to feel ashamed of being caught doing bad things, but it did not affect her disdain for the ugly man in front of her. She raised her hand and hit the old man above her in the face with the stone in her hand.

The old man avoided it lightly, paused for a moment, and said respectfully with an old accent: "Welcome to the high priest."

"……"What?

"Ask the high priest to bring out the jar."

When I first looked up, I was finally able to see the outside world.

This place is probably an ancient ancestral hall, with an air of antiquity everywhere. The ancestral hall is not big, but the courtyard is very big. If you raise your head slightly, you can see the surrounding eaves. The old and dead beams are covered with thick red ropes and bells that are not bright.

The old man wearing a strange ancient priest's attire held a scepter made of ancient trees in his hand. He knelt down under Chu Lu's gaze and said again: "Welcome the high priest."

Then, the same respectful voice came from the courtyard: "Welcome the high priest."

There was a thick layer of winter snow on the ground, and fluttering snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The courtyard was full of people kneeling, dressed in simple and strange clothes, covered with falling snow, blending in with the surrounding environment. For the first time, I didn't notice it.

...This seems like some kind of cult scene.

Chu Lu slowly floated out of the pottery pot, and then he saw that the pottery pot he was resting on was tied with red silk and placed at the top, and a suona was placed on the altar table below.

The top of the bronze suona is wrapped with black cloth strips, making it look very old.

The word poverty is everywhere here.

Otherwise, there would be no fruit on the offering table.

Chu Lu didn't speak, his expression was distracted, his eyes fell on the leader of the old man, and he lowered his body more respectfully.

For a long time, I looked at the clothes on his body, and suddenly they were connected to the memories from thousands of years ago.

His clothes are quite similar to...the young man holding the dagger and porcelain bowl on the altar.

She thought for a while, and a name suddenly came to her mind.

"...Yuanmao?"

This is the name that Ghost King Yao Si has read in his ears several times. But...it's unlikely, right?

"Master, the apprentice is here."

Chulu's hands shook inexplicably and she held her forehead. She needed to calm down.

What is the plot direction now?

She was a little confused.

[I don’t understand the direction of your plot either. 】4444 couldn't help but chat.

It only saw its host trying hard to make money.

"You can't even understand this? What kind of IQ? I'm fighting for my great cause as the Ghost King!" Didn't you see me working hard to increase my strength?

【Yeah? But you were beaten so hard that you almost had to reinvent yourself. 】

"……roll!"

Chulu didn't want to use his brain, so he naturally didn't think about the reason. But no matter what the situation is now, it is not suitable for a group of people to cause trouble.

This usually happens when the villains get together before dawn of the decisive battle, and then the idiots go to fight the good guys, and are finally defeated in one fell swoop.

But she has to be strong.

She shook her feet and raised the suona on the altar table.

Perhaps the overly idealistic office looked down upon the suona and considered it to be of equal value to the pebbles on the banks of the Forgotten River, so it did not disappear in her hands.

She looked around casually and found nothing new. So blowing it can restore your memory?

But...she didn't want to blow. Although the mouth of the suona was wrapped with a black cloth strip, the whole body was soaked in black. She didn't know whether it was the sediment of history or mud...it was a bit disgusting.

Chulu knocked the corner of the table with his suona, and Yuanmao raised his head to see what her instructions were.

He saw her twitching her fingers, and Yuan Mao stepped forward subconsciously, "Master?"

She pointed to the stone she had thrown away without any psychological burden, and asked him to pick it up like a puppy.

Yuan Mao respectfully picked up the stone and presented it. Chu Lu tossed it casually and said, "Let them all step back."

"Yes."

After a while, the courtyard was full of kneeling people.

"Master, why can't I feel any of your spiritual power fluctuations? Are you injured?"

Chu Lu glanced at him quietly and changed to a more leisurely position, lying down.

In Yuan Mao's eyes, this was because he disliked him for asking too many questions. He immediately knelt down and admitted his mistake: "It's my disciple who shouldn't talk too much. I know my mistake."

Actually... Chulu just didn't know how to answer him.

She could feel that he was a bit powerful.

We have to find a way to learn more about the previous life of the original owner.

I was lost in thought, and suddenly I felt a little hot on my forehead. She touched it subconsciously, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling...