I was reborn with amnesia and was picked up by Lao Gong

the wind is blowing...

The cold wind hit the neck, making it a little painful.

Half-dream and half-awake, Xiayun only felt a pain like a cracked bone on the side of her forehead, and the rushing wind intensified the pain.

He wanted to raise his hand to protect himself, but his body didn't obey his control at all, as if it didn't belong to him.

"Incomplete soul... Remnant consciousness broken..."

A human voice came, as if it was close at hand, but also seemed very far away from him.

Windy?

Xiayun thought in a daze, but the exhaustion that swept through his body made him unable to open his eyes no matter what.

Suddenly, a burst of warmth surrounded him, dispelling the stabbing pain in his neck.

"Sorry……"

The voice seemed to be absent, and Xiayun felt a little heartache when he heard it.

He really wanted to open his eyes quickly, really wanted to hug that person into his arms immediately, and tell him: It's okay, it's really okay.

But in the next second, his heart constricted suddenly, and his whole body was in pain like an ant bite.The remaining consciousness was quickly lost, and then filled with another thought.

"Replace me...live well."

Who?

He opened his mouth to cry out, but couldn't make a sound.

The whole world is spinning, making people nauseous.The mind was chaotic, the two forces collided, blended, and finally merged into one.

The scorching brilliance dazzled, making people dizzy.

——It's late at night, why is there still someone lighting candles in his room?

In a daze, he felt a few lights and shadows constantly dangling back and forth. He wanted to open his eyes to see what happened, but he felt exhausted and had to fall into a drowsy sleep.

Shadows flashed.

The lukewarm palm patted on his celestial cap, and the movements were as gentle as treating a newborn baby, and there was also a faint human voice in his ear:

"Go."

Where to go?

He subconsciously wanted to shake the man's hand away, but he didn't even have the strength to ask a question.He wanted to struggle, but suddenly his body was empty, and he just fell down like this——

"Snapped!"

There was a burning pain on the left cheek, as if someone had slapped her.

--Who?

Ning Cheng was startled, and immediately turned over and sat up.He stroked his cheek, stared at the person who had just withdrawn his hand, and said, "Why did you hit me?"

"The wound has disappeared, and the consciousness is clear, and there should be no serious problems."

Yi Ming didn't answer his question, just breathed out on the retracted palm, then turned around and disappeared into the air.

Ning Cheng looked around, and saw that it was just a wooden room, and there were people-high cabinets everywhere, divided into countless small drawers, which looked like those used to hold medicine in a medical hall.

On the ground, there are all kinds of sealed earthen jars and porcelain vases, filling the entire space to the brim, with almost no gaps to be found.

At this moment, he was lying halfway between the bottles and jars, with some sackcloth wrapped around his body, and a straw mat was casually placed under his body to prevent moisture, but there was nothing else.

There was an indescribably strange smell in the air, and it was also a little stuffy.Spell lanterns floated across the dome, casting a dim orange light.

"here it is……"

"This is Wuju. Brother Ning, are you okay?"

A human voice came from the left, with a tone of urgency.

Ning Cheng stood up and finally saw another person.The man was lying on a square mat, his body was covered with sackcloth, his hands and feet were still bound by iron chains, and only half of his head was barely exposed.

"Ling You?"

"It's me. Brother Ning, can you help me untie these chains and strips? Yiming is tied too tightly, I can't move."

Ning Cheng looked at the stack of jars that were half a person's height lying between the two of them, and said, "Wait a minute, I—"

No, why am I here?

Ning Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he said, "Ling You, where are the others?"

"Others? Yiming only brought you here, saying that everything has been settled, and let the two of us stop... don't interfere with the cleaning work, and then..."

Before Ling You could finish speaking, Ning Cheng kicked over some porcelain jars and rushed outside the wooden house.

He sensed the barriers set up all around, and directly summoned the spirit warrior to destroy them, and then raised his hands to cover a new barrier.

"Wait, take me too..."

Ning Cheng heard an urgent shout from behind, but he remembered Feng Shu, so he could only suppress the apology in his heart, and quickly rushed towards Wangyun Palace.

Wuju is not far from Wangyun Palace, and Ning Cheng soon landed in the north of the palace.There were three or four people dressed as prisoners. Xu recognized Ning Cheng, and after glancing at him, he continued to move the corpses onto the cart, and then pulled them towards Taolin.

Some of these corpses are Yijia soldiers, while others... are all brothers who went up and down the Yamen together in the past.

Ning Cheng turned his head a little unbearably, and saw a jailer stop what he was doing, walked towards him, then bowed and said:

"Master Ning, are you here to seek the wind to judge the Lord?"

Ning Cheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Yes, where is Feng Juan now?"

The jailer straightened up and replied: "Master Feng Jue led a team to patrol outside the palace to provide assistance to the people in distress."

"Outside the palace? But he..."

"In this battle, Su Lan suffered a lot of losses. Lord Feng Juan strengthened the defensive barrier, and after taking a short breath, he immediately left the palace and went to rush with all the adults."

The jailer paused, looked around, and said: "Wangyun Palace currently only has Master Xue in charge. He is busy dealing with wounded soldiers, so he may not have time to see Mr. Ning. If you want to find other civil judges, just wait I won't be seeing anyone for a while, why don't you go back to Fengyue Palace to rest, and take care of Lord Yuepan by the way?"

"Moon mute? How is he?"

"Master Yuepan fell into a coma in the Yueyang Palace and has not yet woken up. In order to facilitate rectification, the brothers asked Lord Xuepan for help and sent him back to Fengyue Palace to recuperate."

Hearing this, Ning Cheng finally realized that the person in front of him looked familiar.He recalled it in his mind for a moment, and said, "You are... Ah Yi, right? I have nothing to do, so I'd better stay here and help."

As he spoke, he leaned towards a corpse, but was stopped by the prison guard.

"Young Master Ning, if you want to help, please move to the southwest direction and clear away the fallen bricks and rubble."

Ning Cheng said: "But there are not many people here, I—"

A Yi shook his head, and said: "Mr. Ning and the brothers who died here are familiar, right? It's better not to find out about their deaths one by one."

"I……"

"I have been a prisoner for some years, and I have handled many corpses of death row prisoners. Practice makes perfect. You just glanced at it, and it is already unbearable. You are really not suitable for this job of embalming."

A Yi said, bowed to Ning Cheng, and said: "The ruler is short, but the inch is long. Brother Ning has a lot of experience in magic, so I will trouble you to help the brothers there."

"it is good."

Ning Cheng responded, took a few steps to the left, turned his head again, and said, "Ah Yi, Ah Xiao..."

A Yi didn't answer, just shook his head slightly, then pulled up a cart, carried the body parts and wreckage on it, and walked away in a rut.

Ning Cheng looked at his receding back, feeling a little absent-minded.He stared at the fly ash that floated to his feet, then looked up at the setting sun, turned around, and ran straight towards the Martial Palace.

After Ning Cheng arrived at the Martial Hall, he and the guards there moved away the collapsed stones, bricks and tiles, and sent them to the open space in the outskirts.

Although this job is simple, it is very time-consuming. I have been busy until [-]:[-], but I can't finish it.

"It's strange. There was nothing here before, so why are there so many broken stones?"

"Oh, you've been asking this question for a long time. If you don't hurry up, the sun will set."

Ning Cheng used the Drift technique to pick up the masonry while listening to the conversation of the guard next to him.He kept his hand in his hands for a moment, but his eyes also frequently glanced outside the palace, searching for a silver-blue figure.

"Look at what you said, the sun has already set, can you rest now?"

"What are you resting for? We have rested several times. At least we have to clean up this area before leaving. Look at those grown-ups, none of them have returned to the palace to rest... It's an extraordinary time, bear with it if you can."

"That's right. Sigh, those who can become adults are really different from us."

"Okay, stop nagging, and get to work."

"okay!"

……

Listening to their conversation, Ning Cheng's thoughts drifted far away.He thought about everything that had happened in the past year, and slowly sorted out a general idea.

However, for some questions, Feng Shu had to answer them personally.

In this way, they were busy until midnight, and then they broke up and went back.Ning Cheng walked slowly back to Fengyue Hall through the night, and saw the emptiness of a room without any surprise.

The chaos last night did not affect the Fengyue Hall, so there was only some gravel and fine dust scattered in the hall, only some decorations were shaken off by the aftermath, and everything else was as usual.

Ning Cheng raised his finger and tapped, put the fallen things back one by one, and then swept away the dust in the room.

After finishing the work, he glanced at the wind chime by the window, walked slowly to the cabinet, and opened the hidden compartment.

As he expected, there was a puppet quietly placed there.Its black hair stands against its pink and white face, its snow clothes are covered with a crimson robe, its eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and a smile is fixed on the corner of its mouth—but beside it, there is no other doll accompanying it.

Come to think of it, the craftsmen who made them never expected that the memories they had forgotten would be awakened from the depths of the soul by these puppets, and finally returned to their minds.

Different from the last time, there was an extra stack of drawing paper under the puppet, on which the same person was vividly drawn.

Ning Cheng picked up those paintings, flipped through them carefully, and finally took a long breath, and closed the hidden grid again.

So, do I look like this in your eyes?

Since these days, what kind of mood have you been having to get along with me who is like another person?

Also, the original owner of this body...

Ning Cheng was meditating until a sound of chaotic footsteps broke the tranquility of the hall.

"Feng Shu, Hua Fan -"

Ning Cheng stood up, looked at the person who staggered into the hall, and said, "Yuedu? You..."

The person who came was Yue Mu.He was only wearing a thin shirt, his hair was scattered over his shoulders, his bare feet were trembling, and his face was shockingly white.

"Where is Huafan? Where is he?"

"Hua Pan? Didn't he go outside the palace to treat the citizens with the other Wen Pan?"

Ning Cheng looked at the person who was leaning against the wall and panting, and couldn't help taking a step forward, saying, "Yuehan, you're just recovering from a serious injury, you'd better..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Yuehan turn around quickly, her ochre-colored hair fluttering in the air, and soon disappeared.

"Wait, don't—"

Ning Cheng had a bad idea in secret, so he had no choice but to step down and run out of Fengyue Palace.

It was late autumn, and the night wind was biting.Ning Cheng soared rapidly under the moonlight, and he couldn't help shivering.

Yue Mu in front didn't seem to notice it, and only ran all the way outside the palace before stopping.

As soon as Ning Cheng chased after Yue Han, he saw an orange light around him, and a huge candle cage appeared immediately, and then quickly divided into two, or three... Hundreds of orange paper lanterns were floating in the air, like a Lantern Festival night sky lanterns.

"Moon, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Ning Cheng asked, Yue Han turned around directly, with a bewildered expression on his face.

He clenched his hands into fists, holding a red object tightly in his right hand, which looked like a sachet.

"Why... why can't I find..."

Ning Cheng looked at Yue'an's bloodless and bewildered appearance, his heart tightened, and he said, "I can't find anything? Is it a flower judge?"

He paused, then recalled a similar scene, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, maybe he went to the cave near Wanren Mountain before—"

"wrong."

Yue held her head silently, with a more painful expression on her expression.He stared at Ning Cheng, his eyes slowly focused, and then he suddenly stood up straight and shouted:

"Ning Cheng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of candle cages immediately surrounded Ning Cheng.They float in the air, waiting for the next instruction.

"Even if it's you...even if it's you, the candle cage was found."

Yue Yue lost her mind on her face, and then became more and more helpless.

"Why, I called Hua Fan so many times, but..."

He took a step back, his feet became unsteady, and he fell straight back, sitting on the cold ground.

"Yuehan, calm down first. I'll contact Huapan for you, okay?"

Ning Cheng pulled Yuehan up to stand up, but felt that the tentacles were cold; when he probed again, his forehead was hot like fire.

"You are sick. What's the matter, let's go back to Fengyue Hall first."

"Do not……"

Yuehan waved Ning Cheng away, and after walking a few steps, she fell limply to the ground.

Ning Cheng sighed, and was about to step forward to pull him up, but Yue Han was trembling, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and shouted:

"Flowers!"

"you……"

Before Ning Cheng finished speaking, he saw hundreds of orange lights flying past, stopped beside Yue Han, and then circled around him.

"Why is this so?"

Yuehan raised her head, tears were stained on her pale face.He looked straight at Ning Cheng, as if he was asking, or praying for something.

"Why...why did this happen?"