6kv Chapter 2907 Forgetting and Remembering
Chapter 2907 Forgetting and Remembering
Chapter 2907 Forgetting and Remembering
As soon as the pagoda's wall lamps dimmed, He Lingchuan opened his eyes.
He seemed to be having a dream, a jumbled mess of fragments, as if it lasted only a brief moment, yet also as long as an eternity.
So much so that when he woke up, his mind was completely blank.
But the first thing he saw was a hideous ghost face right in front of him!
He Lingchuan was startled and threw a punch.
But as soon as he made a movement, he felt a splitting pain in his shoulder and was unable to lift it.
He realized that not only his shoulder, but his whole body was in excruciating pain.
He Lingchuan tried to jump backward, but his body wouldn't obey him, and he could only manage to lean back halfway.
Why is this body so limp, like a noodle? I can't muster any strength anywhere.
The moment his shoulders slumped, General Red knew what he was about to do:
"Be careful of your wound."
"Oh, a woman?" He Lingchuan blurted out, "Who are you?"
Even the sluggish stone man crouching in the corner noticed that the air in the quiet room had suddenly become still.
General Hong remained silent for two breaths before reaching out to support He Lingchuan's back just before he collapsed. "Don't you recognize me?"
His bewildered and shocked expression surprised even General Hong. Was this still the same resolute, fearless, and resourceful Emperor Jiuyou?
He Lingchuan was in so much pain that his face was distorted, but at the same time he felt that the demon mask was not unfamiliar, not to mention the red armor, which was familiar to his very soul.
He definitely recognizes him!
Her name is...
Her identity is...
He Lingchuan's mind was still in a daze, but a flash of inspiration struck him:
"Red... Red General?"
In that instant, a long string of memories was activated, countless images flashed through his mind, finally settling on one fragment:
He "saw" himself fall from grace in the Panlong World, and in the darkness, he seemed to see General Hong rushing over and placing something on his forehead.
It's soft and warm.
Then he woke up.
"Where am I?" He glanced around the secret room and found himself inside the pagoda.
Oh, Panlongcheng?
"How could I..."
How come he didn't die?
Just then, the little stone man appeared from not far away and waved at him.
Unfortunately, He Lingchuan's attention was not on the little stone man. He stared intently at the red general in front of him, recalling his last action before dying in the Panlong World.
At that time, he wanted to uncover the mystery, but he had neither the strength nor the time.
He Lingchuan subconsciously raised his hand. Although it was difficult, he was able to do it.
But he paused before touching the mask.
The wall lamps inside the tower flickered twice more, casting an uncertain light on the mask.
General Red remained motionless and did not dodge.
With her tacit consent, He Lingchuan reached behind her ear, pressed the clasp to loosen it, and then gently removed the mask.
Since her sacrifice to Mi Tian, Zhong Shengguang's daughter has worn a mask and never shows her true face again.
Until this very moment.
He Lingchuan stared at her blankly, his expression clearly calming down:
"Master?"
The face beneath the mask was exquisitely beautiful, with delicate features and red lips. It was a face that He Lingchuan knew all too well, yet it only bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Master Sun.
Her bone structure is more defined, with higher brow bones and cheekbones, and a more prominent nose. With just a few subtle changes, she has lost three parts of her gentleness and gained three parts of her heroic spirit compared to the teacher.
Sun Fuling smiled.
This guy can't remember General Red, but he remembers her?
A soft light flickered in her eyes, softening the sharpness of her armor: "At least you have some conscience, you still remember me."
Although He Lingchuan's thoughts were in disarray, he noticed that the voice of the person in front of him had changed!
Her voice was clear and pure when she wore a mask, even with a touch of magnetism; but when she revealed her true face, her voice became soft and gentle, with a hint of sweetness.
That's Master Sun's voice; he would never mistake it!
Besides, her smile was exactly as he remembered, warming his heart. He Lingchuan subconsciously said, "How could I forget my teacher..."
The person I long for day and night.
The person you miss dearly.
He Lingchuan raised his hand and gently traced her cheek, feeling as if he were in a dream:
"Are you Sun Fuling or Zhong Wuhan?"
"It is." The flames reflected a joyful light in her eyes. "This is who I truly am!"
She is Zhong Wuhan, and also Sun Fuling.
She is the Red General who kills with a smile, and also the goddess of death who is feared by both gods and men!
One day, she removed this mask in front of her lover and the world, and from then on, her several identities merged into one, and she no longer needed to forcibly separate them.
She had been waiting for this day in the large pot for a very, very long time.
He Lingchuan himself was somewhat taken aback.
Wait a minute, he still remembers the Master, he remembers General Hong, and thus he recalls the bloody and cruel battles he experienced before his death, but who is he himself?
Sun Fuling also asked him this question: "Do you still remember who you are and what you were doing before?"
"I……"
He uttered just that one word, and suddenly countless messages flooded into his mind!
The image of "I" alone can generate an endless stream of thoughts in a chain reaction.
One image after another, one fragment after another, one group of people after another, one scene after another, exploded in his mind like fireworks in Jucheng during the New Year, chaotic and disorderly!
The fragments of memory seem endless, each vying to show itself, but the result is that countless bizarre images or scenes are superimposed, making it impossible to see any one of them clearly.
An even more serious consequence was that He Lingchuan suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony.
X, my head is about to explode!
Even he couldn't possibly process so much information at the same time.
Just then, a pair of hands gently cupped his face, and a person pressed their forehead against his, their voice soft yet firm:
"You are He Lingchuan, the Tiger Wing General of the Panlong World, and the Nine Nether Emperor of the Cangyan Empire!"
"You have inherited the mantle of the Dragon God and brought the heroic spirits of our Panlong City back to the mortal world from the underworld!" She gently stroked He Lingchuan's hair and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "For now, this is all you need to know."
Such gentleness had never appeared in General Hong, and even Zhong Shengguang had never seen this side of her.
Mother Earth, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with him?"
It had never seen He Lingchuan like this before. The Nine Nether Emperor had always presented himself to it with composure and wisdom.
“His memories might be jumbled.” This situation was also unexpected by Sun Fuling, but she quickly came to a conclusion. “His soul has been taken away by karma, and I couldn’t stop it. But I used the Dream Cocoon to preserve his past and memories, and with the supreme power of the Great Pot to break through the void and enter the real world, I forcibly returned them to his body. Now it seems that doing so still has some side effects. Perhaps the Dream Cocoon cannot guarantee that his memories will remain in order.”
Human experiences are transformed into memories, which follow a chronological order. Once this order is disrupted, it can create obstacles to our understanding of our surrounding time and space, as well as our own self-awareness.