I said I would turn back time

Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong stood aside and looked at Lin Xing who gradually calmed down.

Jing Shiyu asked: "Lin Xing? Are you okay?"

Lin Xing, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly raised his head, and the terrifying murderous intention surged out of his body like an overwhelming force, causing Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong who were present to break into a cold sweat.

In Lin Xing's eyes, it seemed that countless scenes of killing and being killed were still emerging.

Those life-and-death fight scenes were displayed in front of him with incomparable clarity, even deeper and clearer than his memories of traveling yesterday and the day before yesterday.

Whether it was the initial memories of plowing, chopping wood, or hunting, or the later memories of being hunted down and killed, all that came to Lin Xing's mind were first-person scenes.

He didn't know when or where it happened.

He could only know that it should have happened since he was a child, because he saw a pair of extremely young and thin hands.

And there was who knows how many years of fighting.

Group after group of strangers he didn't know, one after another warrior whose name he didn't even know, Lin Xing could only remember fighting with them again and again.

The momentary reawakening of these memories made him feel as if he had spent many years in one go.

When he came back to his senses and looked at the houses, Jing Shiyu, and Xue Rong in front of him, he even had a vague and distant feeling.

"When did I have this experience?"

The blurred memories of my childhood in this world...

The childhood memories that surface at this moment...

Two unrelated memories were swirling in his mind at the same time, and the strong sense of confusion seemed to drive Lin Xing crazy.

He felt that both of them were himself, but the two selves had no connection and were completely different.

It was like he remembered that he had eaten breakfast, but also remembered that he had not eaten breakfast. This strange feeling of contradiction turned Lin Xing's consciousness upside down.

"Which one is me?"

"I can't remember..."

When Jing Shiyu's call came from his ears, he looked up, and the memory of the boundless killing seemed to make him have murderous intent.

"They are all going to kill me...I am going to kill them all."

But just as he clenched his fists, Lin Xing froze there again: "She is Jing Shiyu, she didn't want to kill me."

"I can't take the initiative to kill, because... because..."

A sentence suddenly appeared in Lin Xing's mind, and he murmured: "I want to abide by the law."

But Lin Xing couldn't remember who said those words.

He just remembered that this sentence was very important, and he must abide by it.

But what is the content of the law?

"I can't remember..." Lin Xing held his head in pain, "I can't remember."

Seeing Lin Xing's dazed and painful appearance, Jing Shiyu asked nervously, "What's wrong with him?"

Xue Rong touched his beard, frowned and said: "It's hard to say, but I'm afraid that part of the memory I recovered has some problems for him, making his condition more serious, and even his own cognition has been shaken."

Jing Shiyu was puzzled and said: "Isn't it just to revive memory? Why is there such a big problem?"

Xue Rong shook his head and sighed, "If it just reminds you of what you ate yesterday, then of course it doesn't matter."

"But now, if you suddenly remember that your true identity is the last emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, living here incognito, what will you do?"

Jing Shiyu frowned and said, "How could I be the Emperor of Great Zhou?"

Xue Rong said: "Look, you can't accept this identity at all."

"He may be in a similar situation." Xue Rong looked at Lin Xing and said, "He may have awakened a memory that he cannot accept."

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing who kept mumbling to himself, and asked, "Then what should we do now?"

Xue Rong said: "Let him rest and organize his memory well. If he is lucky, he will recover in a day or two."

Jing Shiyu said: "What if you are unlucky?"

Xue Rong shook his head: "More crazy than before."

…

In the next few days, Jing Shiyu and the puppet girl took turns to stay by Lin Xing's side, looking at the other person from time to time with his eyes closed in deep thought, or suddenly talking to himself.

Gradually, Lin Xing recovered little by little from the initial chaos.

He looked at the valley village in front of him and thought to himself: "The reality is... I am in the village where Xue Rong lives in seclusion. This means that the person who came here to search for memories is the real me now."

"The person who plowed fields and cut firewood from a young age, killing people and being killed along the way, is not the real me..."

Lin Xing came up with this result after struggling with his memory for two days.

But this was only the judgment he could make. In fact, quite a few memories of life-and-death fights were mixed in his mind, and sometimes he couldn't tell which death belonged to which memory.

In addition, a trace of doubt came to my mind: "But in the memory of mastering skills from a young age, I often go back in time. On the contrary, in most of my memories of my childhood in this world, there are no events of going back in time. "

"What if the me in that farming memory is the real me?"

"The fact that I have mastered skills at such a young age means that I lived in the mirror world when I was a child?"

"Then what about my memories in this world?"

After thinking about it, Lin Xing felt that he couldn't tell which one was the real him.

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "This world has clearly recorded my life from childhood to adulthood."

He murmured: "So those plowing fields and cutting down trees...are not the memories I should really have at all."

This memory recovery not only failed to help Lin Xing solve the problem, but also made his memory of the present life more and more blurred, and even caused him to have a bias in his perception of his own identity.

He tried hard to recall the memories of this life, but found that these memories were becoming increasingly unclear.

"When I was a child in this world, I was probably brought up by my parents. In addition to going to school and studying every day, I would go home and play... But what did I play?"

He grabbed his hair in pain: "I can't remember clearly."

He continued to think about other memories: "Who else taught me to abide by the law? This is very important, I must remember it."

"Criminal law... I remember... it should be that murder must be punished with life."

"Yes, kill for life."

Lin Xing clasped his fingers and thought: "If you don't kill me, you don't have to die."

He remembered many times in the woods and fields that he wounded and crippled his opponents, and then let them go many times.

Lin Xing nodded confidently: "I remember this. If you don't kill me, you can just maim me. You don't have to pay for it with your life."

"But there are exceptions..." Lin Xing thought about the many troublesome situations in which he was injured but did not die. It was a kind of torture that lasted longer and was more dangerous than death.

He thought again of the many people who wanted to capture him alive, and then all of them were beaten to death by him.

"I definitely remember more about the past, so what I did at that time should have been to abide by the law."

At this moment, Lin Xing felt that he was remembering more things about obeying the law: "If you want to capture me alive, that is worse than killing someone. Everyone deserves to die."

At this moment, a skirt appeared in his view. Lin Xing looked up and found a girl wearing a long skirt appearing in front of him.

The girl's face was cold, with no expression at all, and she said in a faint voice: "Lin Xing, do you remember me?"

Lin Xing thought for a moment and said, "Master Bai, don't worry, I remember you."

Bai Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm really afraid that you will forget me."

Lin Xing smiled and said: "How could I forget? It was you who taught me the skill of spiritual vision."

The puppet girl turned around, facing Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong on the other side, and said coldly: "Look, look at him? Can this be settled?"

Jing Shiyu looked at Lin Xing and said, "Lin Xing, I taught you spiritual vision. Do you still remember?"

Lin Xing was stunned for a moment, then laughed the next moment: "I didn't remember it clearly just now, but now I remember it, Miss Jing taught me spiritual vision."

Xue Rong on the side judged: "It's not a big problem, it's just that the memory of the past is a bit blurry. It should not affect my future life."

Lin Xing shook his head and said, "That won't work. Even if we don't talk about the memories of this recovery, I will have more and more memories in the future. Is there no way for me to better manage my memories?"

He also thought that Xue Rong had seen many forgotten memories in the depths of his consciousness. If he didn't find a solution, how could he check these memories?

Jing Shiyu also asked: "Is there no secret method or skill that can solve this problem?"

Xue Rong muttered: "If you are not satisfied with this, then you can only go to Taiqingmen."