[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

The Zhang Ruixue who appeared in this chapter is the old lady that Nanxing met in Chapter 1. I edited the article later and enriched the plot of the old lady. If you are a cutie who followed the article early and have questions about the plot, you can go to Chapter 1 again glance.Thank you for your support~~Refill~~

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After living in Medog for half a month, Nan Xing also fully understood his situation.

Her adaptability is very strong, even without past and future, relatives and friends, she still quickly finds her goal in life - to retrieve her memory.

Humans are amazing creatures. As long as you have a heart, you will have the courage to face everything in front of you.

This morning, while Nan Xing was eating breakfast, Dong Qiu hurried in from outside the house.

When passing by Nan Xing, he glanced at her, "Hurry up and finish eating, the old devil is coming, and you may not be able to eat for a few days."

"Old devil?"

"I haven't come here once in more than ten years. Every time I come, I lose my skin. It's not old...grandma, you are here." Dong Qiu's voice suddenly changed in the middle of speaking, and he spoke respectfully. The door bowed his head.

Dong Qiu has always been proud and arrogant, and it made her so obedient, Nan Xing also wondered who the other party was.

"Stop these hypocritical tricks. If you dare to call me an old devil to your face one day, I will still think you have made progress." A thick female voice came in with the wind and snow outside the house.

Nan Xing turned around, and saw an old man wearing a Tibetan robe coming in from the door. Although his face was wrinkled, his complexion was very fair, and he seemed to be full of energy, without the aging spirit of an old man at all.

She looked around the room, and then her eyes fell on the face of Nan Xing who hadn't finished her breakfast yet.

The old man's eyeballs are very light in color, and Nan Xing's eyesight is very good, so even though the expression on the old man's face did not change at all, Nan Xing still caught the slight change of the old man's iris - the dilation of the pupils, which is to see something that makes him happy. The human body's reaction to things, like the heartbeat, cannot be faked.

"You, come in with me." The old man shook off the snow particles from his shoulders, and after saying this, he entered the back room by himself.

The old man's voice was still cold, which was contrary to the facial micro-expression Nan Xing observed just now.

Nan Xing put down his unfinished breakfast and entered the back room with doubts.

As soon as he stepped in, he was pulled in, and the door behind him was closed.

While pulling Nan Xing to the stove to warm himself in the house, the old man asked, "Son, why is it you?"

Nan Xing looked at the old man in a daze.

Why does everyone here seem to know her?

"Ten years ago you rescued Mei Duo, and when you appeared at my house, I knew you were not a child of an ordinary family. I just didn't expect that you were Zhang Nanxing." The old man pulled Nanxing and sat down by the stove, his voice was completely silent just now The vigorous and resolute behavior when he was in the outside world was the gentleness of an old man towards the younger generation.

ten years ago?

Did you know each other so early?So does she know what happened to her past?

"The Zhang family has not needed me to take care of the archives in person for a long time. The reason why they called me back this time is mainly to monitor you. After all, you have a previous record of escaping from Dong Qiu's eyes last time. It is normal for them to worry Yes." The old man explained to Nan Xing while warming himself by the fire.

"You are...the person in charge of the Medog Archives?" Nan Xing digested the information in the old man's words.

"Yes, I'm Zhang Ruixue, the person in charge of the Medog Archives." The old man paused for a second, "Nan Xing, they told me about your situation. You don't have to worry too much, the amnesia caused by the loss of soul disease, under appropriate stimulation It can be recalled very quickly.”

Nan Xing looked at Zhang Ruixue upon hearing this, his eyes lit up.

"In half a month, the newly elected spirit man will come to Medog for the succession ceremony." Zhang Ruixue said, and gave Nan Xing a meaningful look, "They want you to take over the handover of the spirit man's archives in Medog Work."

"As far as I know, only the person in charge can participate in the handover ceremony of the archives." Nan Xing said in surprise.

"This may be the real reason why they chose this place for the succession ceremony." Zhang Ruixue said, "They want you to meet."

Nan Xing almost subconsciously thought of the man's robe he was wearing when he woke up, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Have I... known him before?"

"As far as I know, you were adopted by the same person in the Zhang family's family. The Zhang family probably wanted to obtain some important information from your memory, so they used this method to stimulate your memory. Everything, only when you get there It won't be revealed until one day." Zhang Ruixue had already warmed up, rubbed her hands, got up and opened the door, "Come with me, I'll teach you the entire handover process of the archives first."

Nan Xing nodded, and also got up to go out.

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Half a month later, everything was ready.

Nan Xing was tightly wrapped in her Tibetan robe, standing on the edge of the cliff, the howling cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit her body and face like a whip, and lifted the corners of the thick Tibetan robe.

Even though it is spring, the evening in Medog is still very cold.

Coupled with the thin air, it is even more difficult to breathe.

Thick snow and ice cover the rolling mountains, stretching as far as the eye can see.

From a distance, she saw a group of people winding their way along the wooden ladder.

It's time for her to get ready.

She turned around, stepped on the thick snow, and returned to the building on the back mountain that was almost integrated with the wind and snow.

After washing up briefly, Nan Xing and Zhang Ruixue came to the room where the handover ceremony was held, sat quietly on the floor, and waited with eyes closed.

After waiting for a while, the door opened.

Nan Xing opened his eyes and looked towards the door. A boy in his teens walked in from the wind and snow.

This is the newly selected spirit awakener, the boy who grew up with her.

He was wearing a green cloth robe, the style was actually the same as the one she wore when she woke up half a month ago.

After the boy came in, he closed the door to keep out the howling wind and snow.

When he turned around and raised his eyes again, he met Nan Xing's eyes in the air, and was slightly taken aback.

Nan Xing had some surprises, she thought he would have a more intense expression, for example, trembling and saying to her "You, you are still alive" or something like that.

But after he just gave her a glance, he went straight to Zhang Ruixue and sat down without looking at her again.

Is this really the reaction you should have when you see your childhood sweetheart?

Or, in fact, she is not the only one who lost her memory?

"The materials in the archives will be handed over to you by Nan Xing." Zhang Ruixue calmly lifted the oil lamp in front of him, "I will come back to complete the last link after you hand over the materials."

After Zhang Ruixue finished speaking, she rolled up the sleeves of her Tibetan robe, opened the door and went out.

The two of them sat facing each other silently for a moment.

Nan Xing felt a little embarrassed, so he picked up the oil lamp on the table, opened the secret passage leading to the archives, and turned around to motion for Zhang Qiling to come along.

The two walked down the stairs of the secret passage step by step, and the lights on both sides of the stairs were lit up one after another, illuminating the appearance of the entire archives.

"Nan Xing." Zhang Qiling softly called her from behind.

His voice was very low, completely devoid of the childishness of his peers.

Nan Xing almost thought he heard it wrong.

He was silent all the way, and the first thing he said was actually her name.

"Huh?" Nan Xing stopped and looked back at him.

There were two steps between them, one high and the other low looking at each other, the row of lit oil lamps behind Zhang Qiling cast a layer of warm golden light around him.

"Half a month ago, what happened?"

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, then pointed to his head, "I really want to know what happened half a month ago, but I happened to have a problem with my brain that day, and I can't remember anything. When I woke up, I was tied up. Come to Medog's carriage."

Zhang Qiling's pupils tightened.

He realized what Nan Xing had been through, and watched her without speaking for a long time.

Nan Xing also looks at him, as if waiting for his response to her words.

Zhang Qiling didn't make her wait too long, "Soul-lost."

Nan Xing nodded, "Yes, this is also a strange place. They all said that I violated the family rules by concealing the fact that my unicorn blood was invalid, so I was sent here far away."

"If it really fails, there will be no soul-loss disease." Zhang Qiling said.

He clearly knew that taking his improved fake poison would only cause the illusion of a decrease in Qilin's blood concentration, and would not have a substantial impact on Qilin's blood. Nan Xing's later onset of soul-loss disease also illustrated this point.But the Zhang family secretly sent Nan Xing away overnight, probably because they believed that her blood had expired.

Moreover, the Zhang family has been trying their best to conceal the fact that Nan Xing is still alive, why let him know so easily now?

Or, this meeting was a deliberate arrangement.

Then, the conversation between him and Nan Xing must have been monitored at this moment.

They wanted to get the information they wanted from the conversation between him and Nan Xing.

"Someone told me that we grew up together. It's a pity that the handover time is tight, otherwise I really want to hear you tell me what we have experienced together before." Nan Xing smiled, turned around and continued to walk up the stairs step by step Going down, "Or this way, I'll go as fast as I can so the rest of the time is just for the two of us."

"En." Zhang Qiling looked at the figure of Nan Xing in front of him, the dim light of the oil lamp flame flickered and danced in his clear eyes.

The stairs have reached the end in a blink of an eye, and what is displayed in front of them are rows of bookshelves, on which are the strange events recorded by the Medog Archives since its establishment.

Starting from the first row of bookshelves, Nan Xing began to hand over the contents of these files to Zhang Qiling.

Handover tasks are many and cumbersome, but fortunately, both of them are methodical in character.

The entire handover took only half the estimated time.

After coming out of the archives, Medog was already at night.

The two returned to the original room and sat opposite each other.

Zhang Qiling looked up at the sky outside the window, finally there was a gleam in his eyes.

"Only the sky in Tibet is different." He whispered.

"Really?" Nan Xing also looked at the vast sky outside the window, full of stars, silent and distant.

She closed her eyes, picked the wick of the oil lamp in front of her, and said, "Isn't the sky all over the world like this?"

The light in Zhang Qiling's eyes moved slightly, but his eyes were still only looking at the sky, and did not respond to Nan Xing's words.

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I was wrong, I thought I could finish writing yesterday, but the plot took me all night, crying.In order to make up for it, I finally wrote 3000 words this time!hope to keep