"I'm Xiaoman, forget it, just look at your arms."

"..."

"who I am!"

"You are a pig."

"..."

"who I am!"

"It's really annoying, please give me the camera."

"What camera! Who are you!!!"

"I am your mother!"

"fart!"

"..."

…

After more than an hour, no new ghosts finally appeared.

The ground was piled with photos, and on each photo there were more or less a few clouds of silver mist.

The threat of the ghost has been resolved, but Jiang Che's memory has not been restored.

He looked around blankly, his eyes bloodshot.

"I...who am I?" Jiang Che's voice was hoarse and his eyes were empty.

Xiaoman's tall chest rose and fell slightly, and a helpless voice sounded in Jiang Che's mind.

"Your name is Jiang Che, and you are currently in a mysterious challenge. This place will cause people to lose their memory, but there is a way to restore it."

"What can I do?" Jiang Che looked at Xiaoman.

Xiaoman: "The flower of memory."

"where?"

"Other memory stores may have it."

Just when Jiang Che was about to leave, the silver mist in the photos on the ground suddenly emerged.

Balls of silver light floated towards Jiang Che one after another, wrapping him up.
Chapter completed!