After pulling Lao Gong out of the sea,

The four-legged monster has a tall body, and the ground seems to be trembling when it runs.

Wen Zening forced himself to concentrate and clenched the wooden stick in his hand.Because the hands were too hard, the wooden stick also trembled slightly in his hands.The closer the distance, the more terrifying the monster's appearance. It made Wen Zening feel disgusted, but his feet remained firm. When he took the initiative to attack, he stabbed the monster's head with the wooden stick with all his strength. Eye.

Rough wooden sticks couldn't pierce the monster's scales. Wen Zening's initial attack target was the monster's eyes, or the place where the monster's eyes seemed to be.

However, the location where the attack is launched is precise and cannot harm the monster.At the same time as the wooden stick hit?, the nictitating membrane in its eyeballs protruded from the lower eyelid, instantly blocking Wen Zening's? attack.At the same time, the rotten smell from the monster's body also came over. Wen Zening smelled the rotten smell in the air, and felt discomfort in his stomach again.

Nausea.

The most disgusting?thing?.

Wen Zening suppressed the discomfort, but did not flinch.

For the guide, physical attack is not the main method, accompanied by? The wooden stick pierced? It is a spiritual attack, used to guide the sentries? The reverse use of mental power has finally become the means of attack.

Wen Zening grew up in a peaceful atmosphere and did not have much learning experience in guiding schools. Wen Zening is not very good at this.

But at this time, there is no other way. Wen Zening outputs his mental power to investigate the monster's brain, if it still has a brain.

The competition between mental power is strength and endurance? The competition, Wen Zening's simple training? The attack mode is stronger than the random one? The monster? He is also in contact? Instantly, I suddenly understood why other Sentinels and guides will become weaker and weaker after encountering monsters in the fog.

These monsters, who have existed for an unknown number of years, carry a huge amount of information in their spirits, gushing out at the moment of contact.Bloody, screaming, indescribable language, and the endless darkness and loneliness that seem to be able to engulf people are constantly washing away Wen Zening's spirit.

The spiritual power of both sides was tearing at each other, as if a pair of big hands were churning inside the skull, the pain was unbearable.

Whether it's Wen Zening or the monster? It's not very good. The monster's limbs are struggling hard, trying to catch Wen Zening.However, the contest of mental power makes it impossible to use the body correctly.

Wen Zening could only continue to maintain the posture of holding the wooden stick tightly, and was in a stalemate with the monster.

At this time, the sense of smell is still playing a role, and the faint smell of blood exists, constantly reminding Wen Zening that he just witnessed a monster attacking human beings.

Like a lone boat floating on the sea, Wen Zening had to close his eyes to make it easier for him to concentrate and deal with the monster in front of him.

Even though the eyes couldn't see the monster's waving tentacles, the sound from both ears couldn't be ignored.

From far to near? Whispering, hidden in the dark? Ghostly? Sarcasm, as well as weird? A sense of spatial dislocation, all of which make the hair stand on end, and even give birth to the desire to imitate those Only by immersing yourself in the sound can you feel a sense of relief.

The wooden stick I was holding tightly in my hand suddenly became sticky, and the originally hard ground seemed to be eroded, becoming soft and slippery.

The contest of mental strength forced Wen Zening to open his mouth, gasping for breath.There was a little bit of sweat oozing from his forehead, his originally fair and beautiful cheeks were flushed, and the sound of his beating heart sounded like thunderstorms, hitting Wen Zening's "mind".

Lack of oxygen leads to shortness of breath and discomfort.

Wen Zening felt that maybe he would fall down in the next moment...

When the spirit also began to slacken, Wen Zening knew that he had never been so close to death, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself awake.

However, I tried to open my eyes, but I could only find that everything around me was blurred.

If it is like this? If you die, will you have any regrets?Wen Zening didn't know, and he couldn't make a judgment.I can only squeeze my spirit with all my strength, as if I want to completely take out my own time to fight against the monster in front of me.

How much potential can be erupted when dying?

When Wen Zening made the final?struggle, maintained his mental strength?teared, clenched the wooden stick?his hands ooze blood, poke hard to pierce the?htt membrane in the monster's eyes, glowing with?green fluorescence ? Monster blood spurted out.

The severe pain caused the monster to twitch and struggle, but after breaking the defense, the monster could only be left to Wen Zening's disposal.

When everything returned to calm, Wen Zening opened his eyes, the surroundings had become pitch black, and the streets on both sides were extremely silent.

There was nothing beside the "monster's corpse that crashed to the ground". Wen Zening knew that he had won, but he didn't have any "joy" emotions.

After the confrontation with the monster and the stimulation of mental information, he regained his memory again.

In fact, he almost couldn't tell whether his memory was accurate. The lost information and the regained information were intertwined. Wen Zening began to doubt whether this world was real.

Wen Zening moved his body, and the tingling pain from his arm made him gasp. Excessive force? At this time, there was a constant pain in his arm.

Enduring the pain in his body, Wen Zening let out a muffled grunt, and ignored the monster he had defeated. Instead, leaning on a wooden stick, he staggered towards the direction of the Family College of the National University.

The mental exhaustion was huge, and Wen Zening could hardly think about too complicated? Things, but it did not hinder the always gentle? Professor, cursed a few words in a low voice.

"Asshole!" Wen Zening felt that with his temper, he probably wouldn't hear it.

After being scolded, you have to move on, which is even more exhausting. Wen Zening complained endlessly to him and wanted to blame him. If it wasn't for him, why would he be in such a mess? !

This kind of subtle emotion that only the closest people can produce, made Wen Zening stunned for a few seconds at the moment of appearance.

It seems that I have never been afraid of Him...

In the dark night, the pervasive fog hindered people's progress to a great extent, and beasts' roars could be heard in the distance.

As Wen Zening walked, he thought, what is that guy doing this time, to make himself forget about him?

Moreover, the sequelae caused by the restoration of amnesia this time are stronger than before.There was nausea in the stomach, and the skull seemed to be about to explode. Every time I thought about one more thing, my vision seemed to be affected.

If I hadn't met that monster just now, if I hadn't acted uncharacteristically? And the monster, would I really? Think of him again?

After thinking about it all the way, the doubts in my heart did not decrease, but became more.

Standing in front of the newly renovated house for the first time, Wen Zening was somewhat excited and looking forward to it. He pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and the brand-new small second floor was in line with his own wishes.

Whose is this? A masterpiece without a doubt.

Wen Zening whispered a little, but couldn't help being sweet in his heart.

Wen Zening couldn't help but compare him with Bo Rong in his heart. They are "very similar in many ways, but not the same".

A shelf was set up on the corner of the flower bed in the small yard, and there were a few short seedlings. Wen Zening looked at them for a while before he recognized them. They were the seedlings of cucumbers and tomatoes.In addition, some of the soil is bare. It can be seen that there are traces of turning and fertilizing on the surface, but I don't know what is planted underneath.

Standing outside the gate of the house, Wen Zening found with some embarrassment that he did not have a key.

After blaming Him again for his lack of consideration, Wen Zening sat on the steps of the entrance and waited patiently.

"I don't have a key. If you don't come out, I may bleed to death." Wen Zening finished speaking in a low voice, and looked at the wound on his palm.In fact, this injury is almost healed. Compared with other physical discomforts, this injury is nothing at all.

But in the end it was bleeding? It was not treated. It looked a little scary.

"If I die, I will definitely turn into a ghost to find you!"

Thinking of those ancient myths and legends, Wen Zening talked to himself alone.But on second thought, can such an evil god see human souls?Wen Zening became a little uncertain.

That? Powerful? Evil God, the immeasurable? He, really? Will he fall in love with someone just because he devours someone?

Wen Zening didn't believe it.

Suppressing the uneasiness in my heart, I breathed into the palm of my hand, and exhaled the hot air into my hand, but the coldness of my body was even stronger.

"Forget it, if you don't come, I'll go find a locksmith after dawn."

Strong as a guy who can control everything, he can live well without him.

After dawn, Wen Zening called a locksmith and opened the door.

Was pulled to testify that Wen Zening is the owner of this house? Old Dean Rodini couldn't help but say after entering the house: "Xiao Wen, you are too careless."

Wen Zening wanted to refute a few words. The reason why he didn't have the key was because of "Bo Rong", but when the words came to his lips, it turned into a soft "um", ending the topic.

The locksmith replaced a new door lock, and Wen Zening held the new key a little proudly——

Let him not leave the key, and change the lock himself, and he will never come back!

But before this elation lasted for a minute, Wen Zening was depressed? Thinking about it, when did that guy use the key to enter the door...

After seeing off the old dean, Wen Zening walked around the house alone, and saw a radio station neatly arranged in the house.

This is what he repaired? That one!

Wen Zening always thought that this radio station had been destroyed long ago.

Wen Zening was even still in this house, and found his lost? Notebook, that? Notebook that recorded his research records before and after summoning Bo Rong.Staring at the written records above, Wen Zening couldn't help being in a trance again. Did he really only lose his memory twice?

The date of the notebook stays at the end of 562 of the Bauhinia Dynasty, before the national birthday, but the records on it do not quite match Wen Zening's memory.Wen Zening remembered that he took Bo Rong back from the tower one month before the national birthday, but the date on the notebook was two weeks earlier than he remembered.

During the extra two weeks in the middle, I wrote down the research records in detail in the notebook, and used it. When he returned to the old house in the country, he saw the book that recorded the ? of? Sumerian.

Why did I abandon the imperial language and switch to the uncommon? Sumerian language for recording?

Wen Zening didn't know anything about this matter? But he still read the content.In the notebook, I roughly wrote down my observations on Bo Rong's physical condition, as well as my worries about his identity.

As early as in my memory? Before taking Bo Rong back, I began to worry about Bo Rong's identity...

However, when memory and notes were intertwined, Wen Zening was shocked to find that the most important page of the notebook had been torn off. In his memory, he had summoned the evil god. On the day he summoned the evil god, the notebook recorded his love for What did he do? The day before.

Wen Zening didn't know who tore it up. He looked through the contents over and over again, but he didn't find any clues.

What did you do?

……

In the palace where the attendant lived, the former attendant, who had died long ago, wore holy clothes, his body was engulfed in flames, and buried in the "palace" where he had lived all his life.

The new servant waited for the body to be burned, and then took out the holy garment from the scorching holy fire.The black shrouded his body, making his whole person seem strange and quiet, like the black that engulfed everything.

The aloof? The new servant of the gods is not like the previous one who was silent and allowed the situation to develop. On the day he took over the rights of the gods in the world, he issued an order to the tower to send people to deal with the monsters in the thick fog!

The serving servants received instructions from the servants of the gods, walked out of the palace respectfully, stood on the steps, and issued orders to the supreme ruler of the Bauhinia Dynasty, the emperor of the empire.

"The gods will bless the devout? People!"