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

The desire to "be loved" burns Feng Shu's fighting spirit.After Hua Lan left, he thought hard for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.

Since it is impossible to disassemble the magic weapon, is it feasible to explore directly with mana?

After making up his mind, Feng Shu tried his best to recall in his mind, and based on the knowledge gained from reading and observation, he figured out the trick of using mana.

Based on this, he has developed a variety of exploration techniques on his own—for example, he can perceive the surrounding environment even if he closes his eyes;

Or be able to see things that are blocked without being affected by obstacles.

However, even though he has made great progress in cultivating mana, it does not help at all in the study of magic weapons.

Feng Shu tried countless times, exhausted himself, but still got nothing.

"Why... is it possible, is there really no other way?"

Feng Shu stared at the film in frustration, full of doubts about himself.He got up on the short table, and wanted to go to the bamboo mat to rest for a while, but a sudden dizziness in front of his eyes forced him to fall forward.

"hiss--"

There was a protruding nail on the short side, Feng Shu tried to stabilize his figure, but his hand happened to hold on to the nail, directly cutting a big hole.

He let go of his hand in pain, and fell back on the straw mat, only then remembered that he hadn't eaten a grain of rice for a long time because of his concentration on research.

Speaking of which, Uncle Hua hasn't come for quite a while... Are you disappointed in me?

Feng Shu silently took off his coat and covered his palms.The cut was a little deep, and it quickly penetrated the fabric, which looked a little shocking.

Feng Shu pressed his aching hand, sat down again in front of the short table, and then stared at the film in a daze.

If I can't prove that I'm useful, if I'm just as ordinary as everyone else... Then, Uncle Hua, will you expect anything from me?

Feng Shu thought about it for a long time, until the candles in the cellar were burned out, and the instant darkness made him wake up.

No, there is no time to waste.

He stood up, replaced and lit the candles on the candlestick, then picked up the film again, and closed his eyes to detect it.

This time, the attempt still failed.However, when Feng Shu opened his eyes, he unexpectedly heard a strange sound.

The sound did not come from his ears, but directly from the palm of his hand to his brain, buzzing like tinnitus.

Feng Shu was taken aback, and quickly put the film back into the box.He saw a flash of light on the right side of the film, which disappeared in an instant.

The right side... No, there is blood on it!

Feng Shu's first reaction was to wipe off the blood.However, after he looked at it for a long time, the film was smooth and clean, not even half a blood spot was visible.

Wait, blood... Shouldn't it?

Feng Shu calmed down, stained some blood with his fingertips, and lightly touched the surface of the film.

This time, there was a ringing in his ears again, and after he let go of his hand, the bloodstain flickered and disappeared, as if it had been sucked away by a membrane.

Could it be that it is the recognition of the master's blood contract?But this reaction is not quite like it.

Feng Shu thought for a while, then untied the coat that wrapped his hands, then raised his bleeding hand and pressed it on the film.

Following a terrifying sound, many words and some blurred pictures suddenly flashed in Feng Shu's mind.

He saw the female craftsman who built the magic weapon, and knew the name, function and usage of the film, as well as a voice mixed in the sound:

"Atonement with this."

Atonement?Whose sins to atone for, and to whom?

Feng Shu closed his eyes tightly, trying to capture more pictures, but the film flickered for a moment, and directly cut off the connection with him.

He was a little unwilling to give up, and tried several times, but what he saw and heard each time was the same. The screen disconnected while showing a thin gray shadow, and then returned to calm.

Forget it, these are not important... The important point is the information I just learned.

Through the words that emerged in his mind, Feng Shu knew the specific function and usage of the film.

However, the function of this magic weapon is too weird...

Feng Shu thought about it, and decided to tell Hua Lan about it before making further plans.He re-wrapped the wound, then lay down on the bamboo mat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

By the time Feng Shu woke up, he had already missed the meal delivery time.The food by the wooden ladder was the same as before going to bed, probably because he didn't want him to waste it.

Feng Shu got up from the bamboo mat, took the soft and rotten bread, dipped it in the sour soup and ate it.

He didn't expect to see Hua Lan, but he didn't expect Hua Lan to step down the wooden ladder as soon as he finished eating, and said in a concerned tone:

"Asu, I heard from the servant who delivered the food that you were injured?"

Feng Shu quickly stood up, hid his hands behind his back, and said, "It's okay, it's just a small injury, Uncle Lao Hua is worried."

Hua Lan straightened his face and said, "How can it be a small injury, the hand of a craftsman is very precious. Quickly stretch out your hand and let me see it."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Feng Shu stretched out his hand obediently.

Hua Lan removed the coat covering the wound, then squinted his eyes, and asked, "The wound is so deep, it must have bled a lot, right?"

Feng Shu thought of the blood droplets that fell on the film, and replied with a guilty conscience: "Yes, but it's all right."

Although the nail cut deeply, it did not hurt the artery after all, and now the bleeding has stopped, and a thin layer of scab has formed.

Hua Lan turned Feng Shu's palm over and over for a while, and murmured: "Yes... yes. Why didn't I think of it?"

He pondered for a while, then suddenly pulled out a small knife, and cut the wound with force——

The sudden pain made Feng Shu tremble, but he didn't dare to withdraw his hand rashly, he could only whisper: "Uncle Hua, this..."

Hua Lan bent over with a smile, and said, "It's okay, just let out some blood. Asu, use this hand to touch that magic weapon."

Feng Shu said: "But, Qian Lian faced it..."

Hua Lan said: "Qianlian noodles?"

Feng Shu looked at Hua Lan with a strange expression, feeling inexplicably dangerous.He shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm talking nonsense."

Hua Lan stared at Feng Shu for a long time, then suddenly exerted force and pulled him to the short table.

After all, Feng Shu was just a thin child, and Hua Lan threw him on the straw mat roughly, hitting his forehead on the short side of the bed, making his eyes stare.

Without waiting for him to react, Hua Lan opened the box containing the magical artifact, then took Feng Shu's hand, and pressed it on the film.

This time, the sound penetrating Feng Shu's mind turned into a scream, and the same words and pictures flashed before his eyes, and then disappeared again.

There were tears in his eyes, but he clearly saw Hua Lan's ferocious face.The usual kind man completely changed, he shook his shoulder vigorously, and said, "What did you see? Tell me, what exactly did you see?"

Feng Shu was shaken dizzy for a while, and could only utter one sentence: "I, I didn't..."

The hand pinching him became more and more forceful, and the upper finger pressed against the bone, causing him to cry out in pain.

Hua Lan did not intend to let go at all, but repeated: "Did you see it? Tell me, what is the function of this magic weapon?"

Feng opened his mouth, and before he could speak, the dizziness forced him to retch.

Seeing this, Hua Lan let him go, and let Feng Shu retch for a long time before stepping forward and pulling him up, saying: "Asu, Uncle Hua treats you well, how can you lie to me?"

Feng Shu said: "Asu didn't want to hide it from you, but..."

Hua Lan showed a kind smile, stretched out his hand to gently brush Feng Shu's neck, and said softly, "Asu, tell Uncle Hua, what exactly did you see?"

A pale face was reflected in his pupils, and the owner of that face opened his mouth as he wished, and replied: "I, I just sensed the name of this magical artifact, and know that it is called "Qianlianmian", and its purpose is Soul change..."

"anything else?"

"The craftsman who created the Thousand Noodles wanted to use it to help a certain person in order to atone for his sins... that person is dying, but with this magic weapon, he can continue to live."

Hua Lan's expression changed, but he did not let go of Feng Shu's hand: "Then, how to use this "Qian Lian Mian"? "

Feng Shu said: "Judging from the original manuscript, it is to cover the face of a dying person, and that person's soul will be automatically included in Qian Lian's face.

Afterwards, as long as it is covered on an intact body, the living soul hidden inside will attach to it, replacing the original owner of the body—"

"Is the soul transferred? What about the original soul of the new body?"

"According to the idea of ​​the craftsman, it is to use a new...fresh and intact corpse. This magic weapon can only absorb one soul, and after it is selected, it cannot be replaced. To transfer that soul, you only need to transfer the soul Take off the face and reinstall it on another body."

Feng Shu looked at the familiar and unfamiliar people in front of him, and the fear in his heart gradually rose.He moved his lips and quickly told what he saw, only begging the other party to let him go quickly.

Hua Lan seemed not satisfied, and asked again: "What else? What else did you see?"

"The person who wears this magic weapon can not only retain the memory of the original body, but also inherit all the memory and magic power of the new body. For example, if the body that the person enters turns out to be a blacksmith, he will naturally know how to forge iron. It's like a memory that belongs to me."

After hearing this, a flash of madness flashed in Hua Lan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a terrifying arc: "That's right, it's more useful than I imagined. Asu, Asu, you really helped me a lot. "

Feng Shu said: "I... But, Uncle Hua, you are in good health, so you can't use this magic weapon, right?"

A stern look appeared on Hua Lan's face, and he said, "You don't need to worry about it. Also, you must not tell others what happened here, otherwise—"

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand, pinched Feng Shu's neck, and then lifted him up high with all his strength.

Feng Shu didn't expect Hua Lan's sudden attack, he only had time to cough dryly, and then he felt a buzzing in his ears, and his head began to feel hot and swollen.

He struggled helplessly, trying to move the big hand that was pinching him, but his limbs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift them up no matter what.

Hua Lan admired Feng Shu's gradually purple face, and before the other party fainted, he let go and threw him back to the ground.

"Otherwise, I will kill you."

After that day, Feng Shu was freed from underground life.

However, when he returned to the workshop, the situation was not much better than before.Or, worse.

In the Hua family's tool workshop, there are many more magic tools that he has studied, and even the number of craftsmen has doubled compared to before.

Feng Shu originally thought that although the time they got along with each other was short, those craftsmen would more or less look at Hua Lan's face and treat him kindly——

"Is this the kid? Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for two years, how can I become so listless?"

"Hey, you don't know yet, do you? I heard that this guy doesn't know good and bad, but he actually stole the manuscript of the magic weapon and tried to sell it to his opponent. If it wasn't for the kindness of Mr. Hua, he would have been expelled from the house long ago."

"If you ask me, a child without a father and no mother is ill-bred. So what if the talent is high? The smarter this person is, the more thoughtful he is. He loves to play with crooked thoughts and walk in paths that shouldn't be taken."

"Tell me, what face does he have to continue to stay in this workshop? If it were me, he would have slipped away with his tail between his legs!"

Those craftsmen really looked at Hua Lan's face and treated him "friendly".At first, they were just sneering from the sidelines, constantly giving Feng Shu a look.

Later, the situation became more and more serious. They snatched Feng Shu's hard work openly, fed his food to the dogs, and when Feng Shu tried to resist, they directly beat him to the ground.

"Stinky boy, who do you think you are? Your parents always pretended to be noble when they were alive, and repeatedly refused to cooperate with our Hua family. Later, it will be retribution!"

"What are you talking about? Hurry up, don't you see him and still want to resist?"

"Be careful, don't hit it where you can see it, it won't be good after Master Hua blames you for a while."

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you see that after this kid came back, the master didn't care about him anymore!"

Later, whenever those craftsmen were in a bad mood, they would blatantly vent their anger on Fengshu.

As before, Hua Lan occasionally visited the workshop, but he didn't intend to stop the craftsmen from committing violence, as if he couldn't see Feng Shu's tragic situation at all.

Feng Shu was too young to withstand the beatings of these adults at all, coupled with long-term malnutrition, he was almost ten years old, but he looked like he was six or seven years old.

His body was always covered with wounds, many bruises were added to his delicate face, and the innocent smile he had once hung slowly disappeared.

This workshop has become Feng Shu's nightmare.At night, he dragged his tired body back to the worker's room. Those big brothers who loved him didn't even dare to look at him, for fear of causing trouble for themselves.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't talked to anyone, or how long he hadn't had a full meal.

Perhaps seeing him in such a miserable state, when the always proud Mr. Hua met him by chance, he mercifully handed him a piece of rice cake and asked him to eat it in front of his face.

"If you are like this, outsiders will think that our Hua family abuses the servants."

At that time, Feng Shu had just experienced a wave of beatings, and his whole nose was bruised and his face was swollen.He took the piece of rice cake, ate it silently, and felt that it was really ridiculous.

Yes, he shouldn't have coveted things that didn't belong to him.

He is just a picked child, and he shouldn't be so greedy, hoping to get more care.

"You, why are you crying? If it hurts, I'll ask someone to give you medicine. How can a man shed tears so easily?"

The young man with golden branches and jade leaves panicked, thinking that he made someone cry, he quickly asked the servants at the side to take some wound medicine, and stuffed them into Feng Shu's arms.

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