A ray of sunshine in the early morning shines on the bed through the window, and Mu Yun, who feels the warmth of the sun, gradually becomes clear.

Slowly opening his hazy eyes, Mu Yun stared at the towering ceiling in a little confused manner, "Well, the ceiling of this hospital is so high."

“Huh?”

As his mind woke up, Mu Yun finally noticed something was wrong. He sat up hard and said, "Hiss!" Mu Yun grinned in pain, but he didn't care. He looked around and saw a simple and elegant bedroom, with only a brown-black wardrobe and a small square table placed beside the door. On the table was a beautiful vase with a bouquet of unknown flowers.

"Isn't this a hospital?" Mu Yun turned his head in confusion. The place where the sunlight came in was a window carved with hollow patterns. Looking out the window, a neat and beautiful garden came into his eyes. "The scenery here is quite good." Mu Yun thought and looked down at his hands. His face suddenly froze and his pupils contracted rapidly.

"This is not my hand!"

Mu Yun, who has been working with tools for many years, is most familiar with his hands. Although the hands in front of him are equally slender, they are too young, just like a teenage child? As he thought about this, Mu Yun quickly touched his face, and the more he touched, he became trembling. "The face is not right, am I dead? Or have I traveled through time?" Mu Yun, who was stunned, couldn't help but fall into deep thoughts.

Mu Yun is an excellent tattoo artist. At the age of 27, he already has his own private center and is well-known in China. In addition to occasionally guiding employees, he is basically studying patterns. For him, this is an art.

Although many people call him to tattoo the center, most of the time it depends on Mu Yun's mood, for example, whether the tattoo is his preference type, such as the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and the Daguan Gong on the back, etc., are too vulgar in Mu Yun's opinion, and are far less mysterious and stylish than the combination of various graphic lines. Like Mayan civilization, ancient characters, etc., they are all the favorites of Mu Yun.

Of course, being rich is not impossible to solve the problem of preference. When a whole box of money was placed in front of him that day, he asked him to tattoo a big Buddha on a big brother, Mu Yun agreed without hesitation, but the request for door-to-door service made him feel strange.

When I was riding a car and walking around to a private villa, Mu Yun sighed that the life of rich people is good; when I was walking on my elder brother's back with a tattoo machine, Mu Yun sighed that the skin of rich people is really well maintained; when a group of people rushed in, a snow-white knife light shone across his body in the chaos, and the bright red covered his eyes, Mu Yun felt that he was not feeling well. The moment before his consciousness disappeared, Mu Yun thought to himself: "Some money is actually not easy to make."

"Tu tu tu..."

A knock on the door interrupted Mu Yun's thoughts. Then a girl wearing a black and white maid-style dress gently pushed open the door and walked in. When she saw the boy on the bed woke up and sat, a hint of joy flashed across her face. She quickly walked to Mu Yun's bed and bowed slightly, and said.

"Sir, you are awake. Do you need to prepare a breakfast for you?"

Mu Yun looked at the girl who came to the bed in confusion, "Which country is she talking about, I can't understand at all." Mu Yun scratched his head and could only tentatively say to the girl: "Hello, what is this place?"

The girl looked at Mu Yun with confusion and said strange words, thinking: "Where is he from? Why can't he even speak the common language in mainland China?" After changing several languages ​​in a row, she still saw that the doubts in Mu Yun's eyes became deeper and deeper. Finally, she could only feel a little apology. The girl bowed slightly again, turned around and ran out of the guest room and closed the door. Looking at the girl's movements, Mu Yun fell into thinking again.

In the martial arts training ground in the backyard of the city lord's mansion, a girl was waving a spear that was much taller than her. She grabbed the pole with her left hand and held the tail with her right hand, and stepped lightly on a small scale. The spear turned into a afterimage or stabbed forward or swept around. A sharp roar came from time to time.

The maid ran from a distance to the nearest and said with a breath, "Miss, that person is awake."

Hearing the maid's words, the girl stopped the movements in her hand, turned her head and said with a hint of surprise, "Is that so, did he say anything?" Hearing the girl's question, a hint of confusion appeared in the maid's eyes, "What he said is not like the common language in the mainland. I changed several local languages ​​and didn't respond. Miss, will he lose his memory?" The girl frowned and pondered for a moment, "You send him a breakfast first, I will clean it and then go over and take a look."

"Yes, Miss."

Looking at the breakfast delivered by the maid, Mu Yun felt a sense of hunger coming, and couldn't help but think, "Did this body starve to death?" Shortly after eating the bread that was similar to the previous life and the more mellow milk, the door opened again, and a youthful and beautiful figure came into Mu Yun's eyes.

"Is it her?"

Seeing those blue eyes, Mu Yun remembered the scene before he was unconscious, "It turned out that she saved me." The girl was wearing simple white home clothes, with sky blue patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, but it set off the girl's elegant and noble temperament. The body that had just been bathed came with a faint fragrance as the girl approached. Even though Mu Yun, who had seen many beauties, was still a little stunned. "Western beauty, this temperament is really great. If you tattoo her with a tattoo, it would really be the finishing touch. Well, but it is also good to look clean and pure."

Seeing the boy's dazed look, the girl smiled and said, "Hello, can you understand what I said?"

Hearing the girl's voice, Mu Yun came to his senses and thought to himself that she must be asking me something, but unfortunately she didn't understand. She shook her head blankly. The girl frowned for a while, and finally seemed to make up her mind, "Let's try using mental power to communicate. Although she hasn't used it in practice, there should be no problem, just be gentle."

He made a comforting gesture to the boy, but I don’t know if he could understand it. The girl closed her eyes and pondered for a while, then opened it, and her eyes seemed to be brighter than before. She raised her right hand and drew a rune in the air, and a wave spread to the boy.

Mu Yun was suspicious when he looked at the girl's strange movements, and suddenly a pleasant voice came from his mind, "Hello, can you hear what I said?" Mu Yun widened his eyes, looked around, then pointed at the girl. Seeing the girl nodded, Mu Yun was surprised, "Where is this place, and there is super power?" At the same time, he nodded in response to the girl.

The girl sighed relieved when she saw the boy's nodding action, "It seems that there is no problem, just be able to communicate."

"My name is Sereya, are you Mr. Renne?"

"Seleya...a nice name. Is the name of the owner of this body called Renne?" Mu Yun muttered, and his thoughts turned around. "I don't have the memory of this body before my life. Her inquiry seemed to be unsure of my identity. I should pretend to be amnesia and then talk about it. The most urgent thing is to learn the language here first." Mu Yun looked at Seleya with a puzzled expression in his eyes, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Sereya stared at Mu Yun for a long time, and felt his steady mental fluctuations, frowned, "It seems that he is really amnesia. Now it's troublesome. The information obtained from investigations in the past few days shows that his family was killed by the necromancer, and only he survived fortunately. If he also lost his memory, then he couldn't find out what the reason was."

Mu Yun looked at Sereya's thoughts and raised her hand and shook it in front of her. Sereya came to her senses and showed an inquiring expression. Mu Yun gestured to write and pointed to her mouth. Sereya asked, "Writing? Talking?" Mu Yun shook his head, "Learn to speak?" Hearing this, Mu Yun nodded suddenly.

Sereya thought for a while, "I had completed this experience successfully and had time to go home to rest. I still have more than a month before the school starts. So I will take some time every day to teach him to learn common language. Spiritual communication should make him master faster, so it is convenient to communicate in this way. Maybe he can recall. Asxs. What? After all, it is a family-killing incident led by my father. It would be best if it could be solved."

Sereya, who made up her mind, conveyed the message to Mu Yun, "Okay, every afternoon I will take two hours to teach you the common language of the mainland, I hope you can learn it as soon as possible." Hearing Sereya's words, Mu Yun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile.

"Then you have a good rest for the time being. I will come to teach you this afternoon." After conveying his words, Sereya nodded to Mu Yun, then turned around and left the guest room.

Looking at Sereya's back as she left, Mu Yun turned her head and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, pursed her lips, "Since she is reborn, she must live well this time."

...

The light brown curtains were gently fluttered by the breeze, blocking the gradually hot sunlight. In the slightly cool room, a thin middle-aged man was sitting upright in front of the desk and staring at the account book on the table with his eyes focused on his eyes, holding a pen in his right hand and writing something seriously.

A knock on the door sounded, and with the middle-aged man coming in, a girl opened the door and walked to the middle-aged man’s desk.

"Sir, Father."

The middle-aged man continued to write a few strokes before stopping his movements, looked up at the girl standing at the table, and said, "How is that boy?"

Sereya looked at her father and said, "I used mental communication after he woke up, but it seemed that I had lost my memory and could not speak the common language. Later, he suggested that he wanted to learn, and I thought he could try it. It might help him remember something, and maybe it would be helpful to this incident."

The middle-aged man, Foreman Sturlet, the lord of the Falling Star City, tapped his left hand on the table and said slowly: "Their family just moved in a few months ago. I have seen his father a few times and he can speak the common language. When he was communicating, he thought that some down-and-out nobleman wanted to settle here and develop again. Now it seems that he is escaping the pursuit. Necromancer, the person targeted by these guys must have hidden some big secret. Is there anything unusual about the boy when he wakes up?"

Hearing his father's inquiry, Sereya recalled the communication with Mu Yun and said, "Everything is normal."

Forman looked at his daughter seriously, "Then I'll give you a month. If there is still no clue, then I can only leave it to the Holy Church to deal with it. Also, your own learning cannot be left behind. Although you are my daughter, you are also the only dual-core awakener in the family for hundreds of years. It is so in line with the Holy Church. If you can be noticed by the Pope of the Holy Church, you will have the possibility of becoming the next generation of saints, and the family's future glory will be dependent on you."

Seeing his father's expression of Gu Jingbubo gradually became excited, Sereya lowered her eyelids slightly, and her answer was full of firmness, "Yes, my father."
Chapter completed!