The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"It's impossible to retrieve the memory, but there is a side-by-side way to spy on it."

"Spying...?"

Chang'e's words made Yonglin startled suddenly, she sank her impetuous heart, and asked slowly:

"In what way?"

"The deprived memory does not disappear from your brain, but is completely scattered and fell into the sea of ​​consciousness at the edge of your thinking. It is impossible to get it back, but there are still ways to peep one or two, such as 'seeing Sense' stimulation."

"The sense of sight..."

Yonglin's eyes narrowed slightly, Chang'e smiled without saying a word, she knew that the other party must have thought of someone, so she put away the smile on her lips in a subtle way, and she continued:

"But the 'sense of déjà vu' depends on luck, there is no way to master it at all, so if you insist on recovering the lost seven days, I have a more radical way here."

Hearing this, Yonglin hastily asked:

"A little more radical? What method?"

The cunning in Chang'e's eyes flashed away:

"The specific manipulation of the method is very simple. There is a saying among human beings that before death, people will always consciously or unconsciously recall some past events. People call this phenomenon..."

"The revolving lantern..."

Yong Lin, who took Chang'e's words and spit out these three words, felt the corners of her eyes twitching slightly.

"Yes, this is it."

Chang'e said lightly:

"The sea of ​​consciousness is distributed on the edge of the mind, and it is impossible to touch it at ordinary times. Only when the consciousness of the person starts to dissipate before death, there is a chance to touch it."

Turning her back to Yonglin again, Chang'e continued to explain:

"That's a phenomenon that only happens when the living is transformed into the dead. It's not an exaggeration to call it a miracle. How about it, Yonglin, do you want to try it?"

Chapter 46 Two myths

Chang'e's second method can be summed up in one sentence, just die once.

It's a pity that this method is too expensive for Yong Lin. Once a god dies, it is not as simple as becoming an undead, and it will cause great damage to both the spirit and the body.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, Yonglin will never gamble with her own life.

"Looks like you've already made up your mind."

Chang'e was not surprised by Yonglin's silence. Cherishing life is the instinct of a creature, let alone the most superior god among them.

"...It really is as you said."

Yonglin's frown was slowly loosened, her smile was full of bitterness:

"Some things are better not known."

If you don’t know, you won’t get to the bottom of it, and if you don’t get to the bottom, you won’t be troubled. Now Yonglin can clearly feel that there is a big stone in her heart for no reason.

With a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked at Chang'e and asked:

"Master Chang'e, if it was you, you must remember everything that happened in the seven days?"

Chang'e slid across the void with her hand, picked up a starlight, and her calm eyes fell on it, with a profound taste:

"After all, it is a story written by myself, and it is not so easy to forget."

"But you won't tell me, will you?"

"Yes."

Withdrawing her hands and scattering the stardust, Chang'e raised her face and looked at the distant night sky:

"Since it is a forgotten thing, it must have the meaning of being forgotten. I will not say anything, and I will not do anything."

"Like you locked yourself in here?"

"That's right, I shouldn't be in your story, because my story has already ended."

Chang'e's answer represented her position, which made Yonglin very distressed and helpless.

If she could rely on Chang'e's power, she believed that she would not be afraid of any difficulties, but the other party had already said that she wanted to stay out of it.

"If this is your will, then I... must obey."

Yong Lin lowered her head and bowed again, after pondering for a long time, she said:

"I can't defy your will, but as a mercy, can you at least tell me about that monster?"

"Monster, is that Hellcrow?"

"Yes."

Yonglin said in a deep voice:

"Although I lost the memory of those seven days, I still remember things about her, Hellcrow... No, Yatagari, that is 'his' strongest servant."

"That's right, since 'he' is incompatible with heaven and earth, the allies he finds must have the same experience."

Chang'e said lightly: