The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 147 I forgot?
"Zhang Xiaoxiao, you can die."

At this moment, looking at Zhang Xiaoxiao who was standing there with nowhere to go, Fan Jian got strength from nowhere, bent down, put his hands on the ground, and forced himself to stand up.

He wanted to witness this moment and how Zhang Xiaoxiao was killed by himself.

But right now.

"Step, step."

In the deep and dim corridor entrance, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

The sound of walking sounds very crisp, and the person walking seems to be very relaxed without any burden.

However, for some reason, the sound of footsteps was always accompanied by a strange grinding sound.

It seemed that when that person was going downstairs, he was still dragging some heavy objects in his hands.

When heavy objects slide down the steps, there will be a dull impact sound of "plop, plop".

Soon, a person slowly walked down the stairs and appeared in the sight of Zhang Xiaoxiao and Fan Jian.

What's creepy is that the man was holding a dead body in his hand.

The corpse was wearing a thick coat, like a puppet being manipulated at will, held by that person in his hands, like a dead dog, rubbing against the steps mercilessly.

"Li...Leping?"

With a hoarse voice, Fan Jian read out the name of the figure who appeared at the entrance of the corridor.

It was an expressionless face, but also a strange face, a person Fan Jian had no impression of.

If there was anyone who left him with no impression, it would only be Li Leping.

A man who cannot be remembered.

Even though Fan Jian has a photo of Li Leping in his hand, he can't remember his appearance, so he can only take out the photos repeatedly to keep remembering Li Leping's appearance.

But as long as he met Li Leping once, for some reason, he would forget Li Leping's appearance.

"Li Leping?!"

Completely different from Fan Jian, there was surprise in Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

"I knew that Li Leping would not be killed so easily."

After persisting for so long, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At the stairs, Li Leping walked down, glanced at Fan Jian indifferently, and then threw the corpse in his hand to Zhang Xiaoxiao's feet like throwing a hydrangea ball.

The corpse rolled a few times on the ground, then turned to the sky with a dull expression.

If you look carefully, you will find that this person is not completely dead, but because he has not made a sound or struggled, he looks like a dead person.

This person looks like someone suffering from Alzheimer's disease. He even forgot how to resist in Li Leping's hands. Now he is lying on the ground, looking at the sky blankly, his eyes are confused, his pupils are dilated, and his lips are opening and closing. , as if muttering "Abaaaba".

Due to special reasons, Li Leping didn't kill him, but just cleared most of his memory, making him look like a fool, unable to do anything except stay alive.

A person who doesn't have much memory, returned to an appearance similar to that of a baby.

"Boss Fan, it looks like I've let you down." Li Leping tilted his head slightly, sarcastically.

"how is this possible……"

Fan Jian growled, his eyes were angry and sullen, staring at Li Leping in front of him.

It's not just because he saw his team members turned into fools by Li Leping.

More, because he didn't understand.

Why, why is Li Leping still alive?

Why did he survive the attack of Scarlet?

"The dead don't need to know that much." Li Leping said flatly.

He didn't need to explain anything, especially to a dying person.

It doesn't make any sense.

"Want to do it? Come on."

Fan Jian's voice was low, he knew that he and Li Leping had no room for negotiation, so they could only fight to the death.

So, he decided to fight to the death.

But the next moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.

Because he found himself forgetting one thing.

He forgot how to control the ghost.

"how can that be?!"

His face was startled and angry, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his chest that had been eroded to the extreme by the ghost.

Suddenly.

Fan Jian's eyes widened, and for some reason, he began to tremble.

The blood characters on the chest were originally written in eight large characters.

"Zhang Xiaoxiao, die."

"Li Leping, die."

But in fact, there is nothing written on his chest now.

There are no bloody words, no curses, only the outline of the sternum that has been eroded by the ghosts until only a layer of skin remains.

And the terrifying ghost parasitic in his body is still maintaining a curled up posture at this moment, but the five fingers have been rubbing against Fan Jian's chest, as if to use sharp fingernails to remove the layer of skin that restricts it from getting out of trouble. Scratched, then tore open his chest, and broke out.

The severe pain stimulated Fan Jian's brain, making him unable to keep calm anymore.

His face was ferocious, and a question was repeatedly circling in his mind.

"Where's my blood?"

"Where did my big blood characters go?"

Fan Jian looked at his chest in horror.

Why, why did the handwriting written by Li Gui disappear?
"It seems that the ghost in your body has a bad memory and forgot how to write."

Li Leping's tone of voice sounded extremely sincere, as if from Fan Jian's perspective, he felt sorry for him with empathy.

"What the hell did you do?!" Fan Jian gritted his teeth and growled.

Li Gui's abilities are all kinds of strange, but he never thought that he would meet such a difficult ghost master.

A person who cannot be remembered is trouble enough in itself.

But now it seems that not only can he not be remembered by people, but even ghosts can't remember him.

Even, he can make the ghost forget his existence, and make people forget how to use the ability of the ghost.

This is simply incredible.

Li Leping didn't answer, but raised his head slightly, looked at Fan Jian and said, "I'm in a hurry, so I'll send you on your way first."

He's too lazy to talk nonsense with Fan Jian here.

moment.

A strong sense of crisis surged in Fan Jian's heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end at this moment.

This sense of crisis is familiar.

This is the feeling of being watched by ghosts.

But at this moment, he couldn't release the ghost power in his body to fight against this supernatural power.

Because he forgot how to use Li Gui's ability.

"not good."

His intuition told him that he was already being targeted by Li Leping.

next moment.

Fan Jian seemed to have lost all his strength, and his whole body fell limp to the ground, unable to move.

It's like a ghost pressing a bed, the consciousness is clear, but he can't control his body.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, to escape this tormenting feeling.

But he found that his body was extremely numb and unable to move.

"Why? Why can't I move?"

"A ghost is suppressing me?"

"No, no, I forgot how to control my limbs."

Unfortunately, even with this in mind, Fan Jian was helpless.

The attack of consciousness is fatal to most ghost masters, because it is difficult to prevent.

next second.

Fan Jian's head drooped weakly, and his body was lying on the ground like a corpse, showing a distorted posture.

But his consciousness is clear, and his vital signs have not been deprived.

However, his whole body seemed to have been anesthetized, and he couldn't move at all. Apart from unilaterally accepting the picture from his eyes, he couldn't even speak.

Li Leping made Fan Jian forget how to use Li Gui's ability, and by the way made him forget how to manipulate his body.

(End of this chapter)