Qian Cang raised his head and saw Ran Ya's panic expression and the white ribbon gradually pulled away from Ran Ya's body.

The next time, Ran Ya's hand holding the rope slowly loosened, her eyes gradually closed, and then she looked downward toward the corpse community below.

When Ran Ya passed by, Qian Cang reached out and grabbed it. At the same time, his body was dragged down by Ran Ya's falling force and moved several centimeters.

"So light?" Qian Cangyi was a little surprised at Ran Ya's weight. "If the body would become lighter after being pulled away from memory, then Ran Ya might have been on the verge of life and death now."

While speaking, he thought of the corpse in the attic, "What is the boundary?"

The flying Shi Yiling circled around the rope and then flew towards Qian Cang. While flying, she kept shouting "Liang Ping".

Qian Cangyi now grabbed 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 corpse group was piled up higher and higher, but the speed was not fast. Even with the height of Shi Yi Ling, it would not threaten him for the time being. The only thing that could threaten him now was Shi Yi Ling, who could fly at will.

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

At this time, the script flashed through Qian Cang's mind.

[Liang Ping roared: What the hell are you?]

[His voice was hysterically, rather than questioning, and his inner confusion mixed with anger, and a trace of fear harmony was added, and all emotions were vented through this roar.]

[Shi Yiling's three pairs of eyes looked Liang Ping up and down, with cunning eyes, as if he was convinced that Liang Ping could not escape, and 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 emotions became much more stable. After seeing Shi Yiling's reaction, he felt a chill on his back.】

The script does not provide useful information, nor does it have a red part, so it can be said to be dispensable.

When the script was written, he thought it was Liang Ping's struggle to leave Ran Ya, whether Liang Ping left behind his good friend and escaped alone in the face of life and death, or whether he had to protect Ran Ya until his death.

Qian Cang thought about it and still performed according to the script. After all, he could improve the character score and save a little bit.

"What the hell are you?" Qian Cangyi roared. In order to match the description in the script, he shouted in a bit of a slight noise.

Shi Yi Lingru described in the script, three pairs of eyes kept moving, looked at Qian Cangyi and said:

“We are the memory itself.”

"When children are abandoned, you will sympathize with them, and when animals are abandoned, you will sympathize with them, but you have no sympathy for the memories that always accompany you when they are abandoned."

"From the beginning to the end, you have never considered the feelings of memory itself. The memories you miss are nothing but the things represented by memory. In your heart, memory itself is worthless and dispensable. However, when memory is forgotten, you will feel sad, angry, and resentful."

"Did you see those white fogs? They are all memories after they leave the human body. I believe you have discovered that memories themselves also have weight. When they leave the human body, their density is lighter than air."

Qian Cang took a deep breath and didn't know how to answer for a while. He thought about it 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, and there was a little coldness in her smile.

"Revenge?" Qian Cangyi was a little confused.

"That's right." Shi Yiling nodded.

"Who should I take revenge?" Qian Cangyi felt his right hand began to feel sore.

"Man." Shi Yiling's answer was quite straightforward, "Volau Village is just the beginning."

"Why?" Qian Cangyi was puzzled, "Did we forget the memory on our own initiative? We can't remember it!"

"Memory is indeed something you have forgotten on your own initiative." Shi Yiling sneered, "For people, selective forgetting happens every day, right?"

Qian Cang suddenly recalled what Fan Yuantang said. Last night, when testing Fan Yuantang's memory, Fan Yuantang talked about the relationship between learning and forgetting.

"But--" Qian Cangyi's words were interrupted.

"It doesn't matter whether you remember it or not, is it?" Shi Yi Lingfei flew away a little. "Unnecessary memories are like discarded garbage, worthless, and you have not even developed the idea that these memories are valuable. How ridiculous."

"Wait, this is also our fault?" Qian Cangyi frowned slightly, with helpless eyes, "Since you hate us so much, why don't you go directly to the big city? Why do you stay in the small place of Fuluo Village? Why do you hide behind the green iron gate?"

I hope Shi Yiling will not be alert.

Qian Cangyi had a calm expression, but was very nervous inside.

Shi Yiling didn't answer.

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

"Yes." Shi Yiling nodded.

"Can you let us go?" Qian Cangyi opened his eyes wide, "We are just children and can't stop you at all."

Since Shi Yiling can be resentful, he should also have sympathy. Ran Ya and I are both quite cute and may be useful. Although it is from the perspective of human aesthetics, Shi Yiling's memory is related to people, and maybe the same aesthetics are the same.

After saying mercy, Qian Cangyi still convinced himself in his heart.

"It's almost done." Shi Yiling suddenly said this.

"What?" Qian Cangyi had an unknown premonition in his heart. He raised his head and found that the rope above was actually broken. He was talking to Shi Yiling just now, and Shi Yiling was talking to him, and he was also delaying time.

After the rope was broken, Qian Cangyi and Ran Ya went to the corpse community below.

...

Volo Village.

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

Time is already midnight.

"Meow!"

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

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

In front of the convenience store, the elderly were talking.

"Where are these wild cats going?"

"have no idea."

"Is it the Elvis Contest?"

As he spoke, the old man started to laugh.

...

Inside the green iron door, in the white mist made of memory.

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

The vitality biscuits melt in their mouths and have a slight sweetness. After eating them, the vitality begins to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Above the corpse, the tall Mesopotamians had been preparing for a long time. They held their hands high and placed them on the route of their whereabouts.
Chapter completed!