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Qiancang raised his head and saw Ran Ya's panicked expression and the white ribbon gradually pulling away from Ran Ya's body.

After the next wheat, Ran Ya slowly loosened her hand holding the rope, and gradually closed her eyes. Then, she headed down to the corpse group below.

When Ran Ya passed by, Qian Cang stretched out his hand and grabbed it. At the same time, his body was dragged down a few centimeters by the force of Ran Ya's fall.

"So light?" Qian Cangyi was a little surprised at Ran Ya's weight. "If you say that your body will become lighter after being drawn away from memory, then Ran Ya is probably on the verge of life and death now.

While speaking, he thought of the dead body in the attic, "What are the boundaries?"

The flying Shi Yiling circled the rope, then flew towards the Qiancang, and kept shouting "Liang Ping" while flying.

Qian Cangyi now grasped the rope with his left hand, and Ran Ya's wrist with his right hand, and clamped the rope with his legs to prevent himself from sliding down.

Below him, the corpses piled up higher and higher, but the speed was not fast. Even if the height of Shi Yi Ling was added, it would not threaten him for the time being. Now the only threat to him is Shi Yi Ling who can fly at will. .

A few seconds later, Shi Yiling had already flown to Qiancang.

At this time, Qian Cang flashed the script in his mind.

[Liang Ping roars: What the **** are you guys! 】

[His voice is hysterical, not so much questioning, as venting, the incomprehension and anger mixed together, and then adding a trace of fear modifier, all emotions are vented through this roar. 】

[Shi Yiling's three pairs of eyes looked up and down Liang Ping, their eyes were cunning, as if they were convinced that Liang Ping could not escape, and they seemed to have thought of a new idea. In short, it did not start to absorb Liang Ping's memory. 】

[Liang Ping roared and lived, and his mood stabilized a lot. After seeing Shi Yiling's reaction, he felt a chill in his back. 】

The script does not provide useful information, and there is no part marked in red, which can be said to be dispensable.

At the time of the script, he thought it was Liang Ping's struggle about whether to leave Ran Ya. In front of life and death, whether Liang Ping abandoned his hindered good friend and escaped alone, or he would protect Ran Ya to death.

Qiancang thought about it, and performed according to the script. After all, it can improve the character score, and it is a bit to be able to save a little.

"What the **** are you guys!" Qiancang yelled, in order to fit the description in the script, he even yelled so badly.

As described in the script, Shi Yiling's three pairs of eyes kept moving, looking at Qian Cangyi, and said:

"We are the memory itself."

"When children are abandoned, you will sympathize, when animals are abandoned, you will also sympathize, but for the memories that have always been with you, when they are abandoned, you don't have any thoughts of sympathy."

"From the beginning to the end, you have never considered the feeling of the memory itself, and the memories you miss are nothing but the things that the memory represents. In your heart, the memory itself is worthless and optional. However, when the memory is forgotten , I will feel sad, angry, and resentful."

"Did you see those white mists? They are all memories after being separated from the human body. I believe you have discovered that memory itself has weight. When it is separated from human beings, its density is lighter than air."

Qiancang took a deep breath and didn't know how to answer for a while. He thought for a while and chose to avoid this topic.

"What do you want to do?" Qian Cang looked down at Ran Ya.

"Revenge." Shi Yiling's mouth curled up, with a cold smile on her face.

"Vengeance?" Qian Cangyi was a little confused.

"Yes." Shi Yiling nodded.

"Vengeance to whom?" Qian Cangyi felt his right hand sore.

"People." Shi Yiling's answer was rather simple, "Fuluo Village is just the beginning."

"Why?" Qiancang was puzzled. "Are we forgetting memories? We can't remember them!"

"Memory is indeed what you actively forget." Shi Yiling sneered. "For people, selective forgetting happens every day, isn't it?"

Qiancang suddenly recalled what Fan Yuantang had said. Last night, when Fan Yuantang's memory was tested, Fan Yuantang said about the relationship between learning and forgetting.

"But—" Qiancangyi's words were interrupted.

"For you, it doesn't matter whether you remember or not, does it?" Shi Yiling flew away a little, "Unnecessary memories are like discarded garbage, worthless, and you haven't even produced these memories, right? Valuable ideas, how ridiculous."

"Wait, we are to blame?" Qiancang frowned slightly, his eyes helpless, "Since you hate us so much, why don't you go directly to the big city? Why stay in the small place of Voluo Village? Why hide in the green iron gate Behind?"

Hope Shi Yiling will not be alert.

Qiancangyi's expression is calm, but his heart is very nervous.

Shi Yiling did not answer.

"Can I ask you a question?" Qian Cangyi changed the subject.

"Yes." Shi Yiling nodded.

"Can you let us go?" Qiancangyi's eyes widened, "We are just children and can't stop you at all."

Since Shi Yiling is resentful, she should also be sympathetic. Ran Ya and I are very cute, maybe useful~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although it is from the perspective of human aesthetics, Shi Yiling’s memory is related to people. , Maybe it's the same aesthetic.

Qian Cangyi still convinced himself in his heart after the words of begging for mercy were spoken.

"It's almost there." Shi Yiling suddenly said.

"What?" Qian Cangyi had an inexplicable premonition. He raised his head and found that the rope above was broken. Just now he was talking with Shi Yiling to delay time, and Shi Yiling was talking with him, it was also delaying time. .

After the rope was disconnected, Qian Cangyi and Ran Ya went to the corpse group below.

...

Voluo Village.

Fan Yuantang looked up at the stars in the night sky and stood at the door of the house, seeming to be waiting for someone.

Time, it's midnight.

"Meow!"

A colorful wild cat ran past the street. Two seconds later, a large group of wild cats crossed the street and ran towards the north of Voluo Village.

Fan Yuantang was a little surprised. He walked to the side of the street and looked at all of this carefully. Several elderly people gathered at the door of a convenience store not far away, and they were also puzzled.

Old people are talking in front of the convenience store.

"Where are these wild cats going?"

"do not know."

"Is it an Elvis Presley Tournament?"

While talking, the old man laughed.

...

Inside the green iron gate, in the white mist of memory.

In midair, Qian Cangyi held Ran Ya's wrist tightly with his right hand, took out the vitality biscuit with his left hand, and put the five-pointed star-shaped biscuit in his mouth.

The vitality biscuit melts in the mouth and has a slight sweet taste. After eating, the vitality begins to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Above the corpse group, the tall Shi Yi Ling had been preparing for a long time, they raised their hands up and placed them on the path where the two of them were falling.

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