Mushroom Man

Chapter 154 Sealing the Heart with Cement, Washing Away Memories

The Third Young Master, Wu Liang, shook his fox fur cloak, his aura now quite different from before.

The Iron Slaves bowed their heads and submitted without a word.

He was merely a puppet, only required to obey his master.

As for who his master is, he doesn't care, nor does he have the ability to care.

"Iron Slave, tell me about my Third Young Master."

Wu Liang glanced at him, then spoke.

Although he has now replaced the third young master of the White Horn Tribe with a human face that is not permanent, he does not have his memories.

If he intends to use his identity as the Third Young Master to profit himself, losing his memories will inevitably cause him some trouble.

If the leader of the White Horn tribe were to discover something amiss, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, Wu Liang planned to use Tie Nu, a puppet who was completely obedient, to inquire about the Third Young Master, so that he could be prepared.

But what is unexpected is...

After Wu Liang finished speaking, Tie Nu defied the imperial decree, shook his head, and refused.

"Ok?"

Wu Liang frowned, seemingly puzzled as to why Tie Nu dared to refuse him.

After all, in theory, he is now a puppet controlled by the Puppet Mushroom.

Whatever he says goes; the Iron Slave shouldn't be able to refuse.

Wu Liang sized up the iron slave, then his gaze narrowed slightly as if he had thought of something.

"Iron Slave, raise your head."

At his command, the Iron Slave raised his head without hesitation, revealing his iron face.

Wu Liang walked over, grabbed the iron face with his palm, and flipped it open.

In an instant, a hideous, unrecognizable face came into view.

Scars, like centipedes, covered the face of the Iron Slave, a horrifying sight.

His eyes were lifeless and filled with numbness, like those of a dead person.

"No wonder that guy made you wear that iron mask."

Wu Liang spoke coldly, showing no disgust despite his ugly appearance.

He spoke in a cold voice, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Open your mouth."

Upon hearing the command, the Iron Slave frowned and opened his mouth.

There was no trace of a tongue in its mouth, and even its teeth were reduced to just a few scattered pieces.

Clearly, the reason the Iron Slave remained silent was not because he was disobeying orders, but because he was unable to speak.

His tongue had long been cut off, and even his teeth had been smashed.

He looks absolutely miserable; he probably can only eat by drinking.

A knowing glint flashed in Wu Liang's eyes.

"Alright, put on the iron mask."

He waved his hand, instantly losing interest in the Iron Slave.

A mute person certainly couldn't provide him with any useful information.

Iron Slave remained silent and quietly put the iron mask back on.

Just then, the voice of the burly man from before came from outside the tiger-skin tent.

"Third Young Master, have those two been dealt with?"

"You've invited your wife to enjoy the moon tonight, so please don't be late, or she'll be angry."

Clearly, this guy knew beforehand that Scarface and Skinny Monkey were in trouble.

The burly man had deliberately caused a ruckus at the wealthy merchant caravan, perhaps to force Wu Liang to meet the Third Young Master.

These guys never expected that Wu Liang was no nobody.

Their actions, on the contrary, have led them to invite trouble and bring about their own destruction.

"lady?"

"Madam Red?"

Wu Liang thought of himself now being the Third Young Master.

So the promiscuous Mrs. Red, whom Scarface and Skinny Monkey had mentioned before, became their wife.

For a moment, Wu Liang felt as if a vast green grassland had floated over his head.

"Okay, got it."

"I have already dealt with those two petty thieves."

With a dark expression, Wu Liang used the onomatopoeic mushroom to casually dismiss the situation before sitting down on the animal-skin bed.

At the moment, he had no memory of the Third Young Master and had no idea whether this guy's invitation to Madam Hong to admire the moon was simply for the purpose of admiring the moon or had another purpose.

If he were to rashly accept the appointment now, Madam Hong might discover his true intentions.

After all, Madam Hong is the Third Young Master's bedmate, how could she not recognize who her husband is?

In this situation, the best option for Wu Liang was to leave the White Horn Tribe and continue to reinvent himself.

After all, they had already obtained a third-tier puppet, which was more than enough, so there was no need to take unnecessary risks.

However, he was somewhat unwilling to give up his identity as the Third Young Master.

You know, if the Third Young Master's face is used well, Wu Liang might not have to worry about the travel expenses for running away anymore.

"That's fine..."

"Now the River of Forgotten Home belongs to the Wu family, and they have not yet tasted meat."

"It's a good opportunity to test the Third Young Master."

Wu Liang's eyes flickered slightly, and he had already made up his mind.

He looked at the Iron Slave and gave him a death order without any hesitation.

"Go outside and stand guard at the door. Without my order, no one is allowed to come in, no matter who it is."

Upon hearing this, Tie Nu immediately obeyed and withdrew.

Without asking why, just do the job and don't say anything.

Such a loyal slave was well-suited to be used by him. Wu Liang was quite satisfied with him and then withdrew his gaze.

Without hesitation, he immediately took out the Formless Token and connected his consciousness with the Demon Suppression Tower.

At this very moment, on the fourth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

The fourth floor, which was originally dilapidated and littered with rubble, has been transformed into a well-organized space thanks to Yan Zhaodi's efforts.

With nothing to do and nothing to do, Yan Zhaodi simply used the bluestone and copper bricks to build a simple riverside hut.

At this moment, she was circling around the Third Young Master.

After the Third Young Master was knocked unconscious by Wu Liang, he was taken into this place and has remained unconscious ever since.

Yan Zhaodi was unaware of this person's background, so she did not rashly wake him up, but instead kept looking at the stranger.

Just then, Wu Liang used considerable effort to successfully pull himself into the Demon Suppression Tower.

Only one Wuxiang Token remained outside, blatantly placed on the animal skin bed.

If someone were to break in and take the Wuxiang Token at this moment, Wu Liang would probably be trapped and die inside the Demon Suppression Tower.

Therefore, to prevent such an accident from happening, Wu Liang rarely dared to enter the tower himself.

If it weren't for the need to use the River of Oblivion to strip away the Third Young Master's memories, he would never have dared to be so reckless.

"Zhao Di, drag that guy to the riverbank."

As soon as Wu Liang appeared inside the tower, he gave instructions to Yan Zhaodi.

The Demon Suppression Tower is not a place to stay for long, nor is the outside world a safe place.

In this situation, he dared not delay and had to seize the time.

"Ah, Master, oh, okay."

When Yan Zhaodi saw her master, her eyes lit up immediately.

She originally wanted to run over and get closer to her master, and also ask for the delicious treats her master had promised.

However, seeing her master's anxious expression, she wisely refrained from causing any trouble.

Before long, Yan Zhaodi dragged the Third Young Master to the banks of the River of Oblivion, panting heavily from exhaustion.

Seeing her like this, Wu Liang realized that he had forgotten to buy the little one some treats.

He reached out and patted Yan Zhaodi's head, saying, "I've been so busy that I forgot to make you the delicious food I promised."

"Next time I come, I'll bring you some delicious food and fun things."

Yan Zhaodi enjoyed her master's caresses and closed her eyes comfortably.

"Hehe, I knew Master forgot."

"It's alright. Master is working very hard outside these days, it's normal for him to forget for a moment."

"Although Zhao Di was very greedy, she didn't want to cause trouble for her master."

"Whenever Master is less busy, he can bring Zhao Di some treats again..."

Is it inconvenient that I can't bring any food?
This little guy, he's got a whole set of stories to tell.

Looking at the sensible Yan Zhaodi, Wu Liang couldn't help but smile.

However, he soon seemed to realize something, his smile gradually faded, and his expression returned to indifference.

"Okay, back off."

Wu Liang withdrew his hand, his voice suddenly turning cold.

Yan Zhaodi was confused and had no choice but to reluctantly step aside.

Seeing her like this, Wu Liang sighed inwardly.

Yan Zhaodi and his sister in this life really look alike...

And for this reason, he could no longer allow himself to be too close to Yan Zhaodi.

Wu Liang is terrified that he will experience the pain of losing his family again.

Therefore, he did not allow himself to have too many feelings for Yan Zhaodi.

He was a cursed loner, destined to be alone, and had no family members along the way.

If that's the case, why involve others?

He didn't want to experience another life-and-death separation after treating Yan Zhaodi as family again.

If that's the case, it's better to seal your heart with cement from the beginning and be a heartless person.

To him, Yan Zhaodi was nothing more than a slave, a slave he could discard at will.

Once other emotions are mixed in, he will have flaws.

Wu Liang had no intention of repeating the scene of avenging his sister and paying for his crimes with blood.

Wu Liang suppressed his thoughts, withdrew his gaze, and instead focused his attention on the River of Oblivion.

Even now, a large number of halos still float on the surface of the River of Forgetfulness.

These halos were undoubtedly a huge treasure for him.

Among them are not only the memories of the Blood River Ancestor, who was once a Sixth-Rank Mushroom Immortal, but also the memories of Clan Chief Wu and others.

If Wu Liang can retrieve them one by one and digest them all.

Then the gap in his foundation and shortcomings between him and those old monsters will be completely smoothed out.

This is undoubtedly an incredible opportunity!
It could even be said that Wu Liang's greatest gain after inheriting the Demon Suppression Tower was the River of Forgetfulness, rather than those Demon Suppression Iron Chain Mushrooms.

"The most valuable memories here, without a doubt, are the memories of the Blood River Ancestor."

"Unfortunately, these fragments of memory are not so easy to obtain."

"If one absorbs it rashly, one might accidentally become a madman like Chief Wu."

"To be on the safe side, let's test the waters with the Third Young Master first."

Wu Liang murmured to himself, his eyes darting around, his mind made up.

The third young master is about the same age as him, but his memory is not as deep as others, so he should be relatively safer.

Thinking of this, he threw the unconscious Third Young Master into the River of Oblivion without hesitation.

Just hear a "plop" sound!
The third young master fell into the River of Oblivion and was instantly awakened.

He instinctively thrashed about, trying to struggle in the water.

"Ahhh, help, help!"

(End of this chapter)