For more than a year, he led a group of young people in the village to block the attacks of wild beasts again and again and protect the villagers in the village. On this day, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten some people and could not remember them anyway, which made him feel a little panicked.

He repeatedly muttered the names of the people he still remembered in his mind, remembered the faces of those people, and could not remember other familiar people. It seemed that the only relatives he knew and friends he had made were these people.

But in fact, he knew very clearly that he could not remember not only the relatives and friends he mentioned, but also other people.

"Is it related to failure to overcome the tribulation..."

He talked to himself, feeling extremely depressed.

I thought that after the heavenly tribulation, my cultivation was just dissipated and the original source was withered, but I didn’t expect that the memory would dissipate little by little as time goes by.

This made him extremely uncomfortable. Will he gradually forget everyone?

Thinking of this, he felt scared, so he took the hunting knife and gave names one by one on the wall of the house one by one: Li Changfeng, Qingxuan, Lin Xi, Ji Yu, Su Shu, Bai Qiu, Xue Ye, Wuyi, Purple Elf, Yan Yaer, Bai Ziqi, Xiao Taichu, Lingyun, stupid tiger, stupid crocodile.

More than a year later, he suddenly only remembered these people.

He looked at the names of these people until half an hour later, he walked out of the room and headed into a mountain outside the village.

Not every day outside the village, wild beasts attacked, but most of the time it was still very peaceful. During these peaceful times, he built nameless tombstones in the mountains outside the village.

Some people, he forgot and couldn't remember, but he still remembered the murder of 180,000 innocent creatures.

Time flies, and dusk passes. He returns to the village, rests after dinner, looks at the names on the wall, and keeps talking about them one by one, and still remembers them.

The next day, he woke up and looked at the names on the wall again, still remembering them.

He made him feel a little more at ease, walked out of the village, and went to the mountains to continue building the nameless tomb.

In this way, in a blink of an eye, half a month passed.

Half a month later, on this day, he woke up, looked at the names on the walls of the house as usual, and continued to chant them one by one. At the end, his eyes became confused, and then his body trembled slightly: "Silly tiger? Stupid crocodile?"

He said these two names, and could not remember anything about them, and could not even think of their appearance.

He racked his brains to think about it, and it was still impossible to remember anything until more than an hour passed.

"Silly tiger, stupid crocodile..."

He was extremely uncomfortable when he said these four words.

"Brother Lin, a wild beast has appeared!"

A shout sounded outside the door, very anxious, it was the sound of Xiaoshitou.

Lin Tian finally looked at the names on the wall, then walked out of the house and took the young and middle-aged people in the village to resist the raid of wild beasts.

This time, the group of barbarian beasts was more fierce than before. Lin Tian took the young and middle-aged people in the village and spent three hours to repel the group of barbarian beasts. Then he returned to the house with scars, looked at the names on the wall, and looked at the last names "stupid tiger" and "stupid crocodile", and still couldn't remember anything.

This made him drowned in discomfort and sadness, and his memories were constantly missing. He kept forgetting his loved ones, his two lovely sisters, his gentle and virtuous beauties, his friends and comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, his master and wife of Jingruo’s parents, and his quiet and peaceful Wuyi. In the near future, will he gradually forget them one by one?

Thinking of this, he felt fear and shivered in difficulty.

Then, after some time, he fell asleep in panic.

The night soon came and then dispersed, and a new day came.

As time passes, day by day, he will look at the names on the wall every day, and then, every once in a while, he will forget one or two people and cannot remember what is happening about them. A year later, he will only remember two of the names he engraved on the wall, Li Changfeng and Wuyi.

Then, when another half a year passed, he only remembered the names on the walls, but he forgot all the others and could not recall them anyway.

Then, after another two years, he still remembered Wuyi and did not continue to forget.

"No clothes."

Looking at these two words, he talked to himself, his nose couldn't help but feel sore, and he felt like he wanted to cry.

He clearly felt that the other names on the wall were very important to him, but he couldn't remember them no matter what. He couldn't even remember their appearance. Only Wuyi hadn't forgotten them, and still remembered them very clearly.

Even the village where he lives now, the familiar villagers he contacted and the young and middle-aged people who accompanied him to resist the wild beasts, he gradually forgot the names of them. He couldn't remember that only when those people called each other, he knew who they were.

In the past two years, Wuyi, these two words have become his motivation and courage to survive. After forgetting important people, only one person still remembers it. To him, it seems like a fire in the cold winter, which can make him feel warm.

The sky was full of stars. He looked at the words "Wuyi" on the wall and slowly fell asleep. Even though he fell asleep, his body trembled slightly from time to time.

The cold wind floats outside the house, and the sky is extremely deep.

On the top of a mountain outside the village, a woman stood here, countless times more beautiful than the starry sky. Her white silk skirt swayed lightly in the wind. I don’t know when it would appear here, and I don’t know how long it has been here, but I just looked at the room where Lin Tian was.

The night quickly dissipated, and a morning sun emerged over the sky, scattering a little light towards the earth, and a new day came again.

As usual, Lin Tian entered the mountains to build an unknown tomb. When a wild beast appeared to attack the village, he and the young and middle-aged people in the village resisted the attacks of the wild beasts again and again.

He forgot about important people, but he always remembered that 180,000 living creatures died in his hands, as if it were a spell, forever being engraved on him.

So he also remembered that he wanted to protect the people in the village. Even if he had forgotten who they were, he must protect these ordinary people like the eighteen creatures, so that they could not die in the mouths of the wild beasts, and he wanted to atone for his sins.
Chapter completed!