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As Boyang began to talk about those fantasies, reflections of women and children appeared on the walls.

Seeing Boyang’s expression of emotion, Fushe seemed to realize something.

Then, one person and one Yaksha helped him sit down on the stone.

Fushe looked at Boyang seriously and asked, “Boyang, do you want to go home?”

Boyang looked at the ground and said slowly: “We have decided to let Rong Zhao stay on the ground. Of course I…sigh…”

“Of course I want to go home.”

Boyang hesitated for a moment before continuing.

At this last moment, he still chose to respect his true inner feelings.

Hearing Boyang’s words, the water friends were all frightened by the sword.

“This sentence is true. I broke my defense. I can cry to death…”

“Of course I want to go home.”

“But Rong Zhao is also crazy.”

On the other side, Fushe, who was sitting opposite Boyang, also raised his head and recalled.

“…I should have a family, too.”

“Brothers and sisters? There must be some, right?”

Fushe speculated excitedly.

But soon, he became distressed again.

“Brothers and sisters…yeah.”

“Who am I and where is my family?”

“I returned……”

Fushe’s words stopped abruptly as soon as he said this. His vision went dark, and his body couldn’t help but fall forward.

“You are Fu She, and your family is spread all over Liyue Port!”

“Your brother, Jin Peng… Mandrill, he has been looking for you, Fushe, how could you, how could you be willing to die here? Wuwuwu~”

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Boyang anxiously stepped forward to check Fushe’s situation, “Brother! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Hold on…we are the only ones left here!”

Boyang’s heart sank to the bottom, and his tone was full of worry.

What he feared most happened…

If even Fu She couldn’t hold on, then he would be the only one left in this extremely desperate space.

This torture of not knowing when it will end is no longer shared by anyone, only he bears it alone.

“You, you must not die first…”

Boyang shouted this sentence almost in despair.

“From ‘don’t die’ to ‘don’t die first’, how uncomfortable Boyang must be at this time…”

“The saying ‘You must not die first’, alas, this is the nature of mortals. Even if they have been prepared to die countless times, they will still be afraid of the endless darkness and loneliness…”

“There’s sand in my eyes. Why is there sand in this house? Woohoo~”

Fortunately, Fushe’s life was extremely tenacious and he survived after a period of time.

The bad news is that his memory loss has gotten worse.

After waking up, he looked at Boyang, who was taking care of him next to him, and shouted, “…Jin Peng…is that you?”

Hearing Fu She’s voice again, Boyang’s inner despair instantly disappeared, and strong excitement and joy surged up.

This time when he heard Fushe mispronounced his name again, not only did he not feel helpless in his heart, but he felt a sense of security and excitement.

“What Jinpeng? You have such a bad memory…you…”

As soon as Boyang said this, Fushe coughed painfully several times.

Boyang stopped talking immediately, nervously clasping Fushe’s hands and staring at him firmly.

Fushe smiled bitterly and said, “I’m so embarrassed, I’m embarrassed to see you.”

Before Fushe finished speaking, his vision went dark again and his body lost strength again.

Before falling into coma, he vaguely heard someone shouting something in panic.

“Brother…brother!”

Seeing this, the audience burst into tears.

“Good night, Brother Fushe.”

“Don’t die! Don’t die first wuwuwu~”

“The knife, it’s too sharp, wuwuwu——”

Just when the audience thought it was about to end, the scene turned and Fushe woke up again and walked outside.

He pointed to a certain place for Boyang and said: “…Look…there is someone over there…”

“These people…are…”

When the phantoms in front of him gradually became clearer, Fushe’s heart was shocked!

At this moment, he finally remembered and remembered who those people were.

His words became staccato, and his tone was full of excitement.

“…It’s…my…my…”

Hearing Fushe’s words and watching the phantom in front of them gradually become clearer, the audience was somewhat relieved.

“Mi Huhu, you finally did something and gave Fu She a pretty good ending.”

“Indeed, Fushe should be very happy to be able to recall his brothers and sisters at the last moment and realize that he is not alone, right?”

“Forgive me for not stretching

Stay, but this time it’s because I’m moved, woo woo~”

Just when the audience thought screenwriter Mi Huyou had made a rare change of character, the next development was something they didn’t expect.

What Fu She recalled was not the beautiful past and experiences.

It was the most painful and tragic experiences of his closest and dearest brothers and sisters.

One after another, his brothers and sisters, whom he regarded as his life and brothers, suffered unimaginable pain and died.

Shui Yaksha and Yan Yaksha killed each other until they died together in the end. Fire Yaksha went crazy and died, and Feng Yaksha went crazy and became possessed. If not for being saved by Wendy who was passing by…

Seeing these pictures, water friends burst into tears and became angry.

“Damn! Wu Xiang’s knife, right?”

“MD! If you trust the screenwriter Mi Hua once again, I will live broadcast eating sex!”

“Fortunately, I quit traveling. Who can stand this plot? I’ll go to the uncomfortable ones!”

“It’s really psychologically traumatizing for Mi Huhu to lie to the screenwriter. I’ll go!”

“Send the blade! Send the blade!”

Just when the water friends were furious and preparing to send razors to screenwriter Mi Huyou, the plot took another turn.

After the painful past flashed through his mind, those warm experiences finally appeared in Fushe’s memories.

“I remembered, you are…”

Looking at these pictures, Fushe said excitedly: “…These brothers and sisters are here to pick me up, Boyang.”

“Are you awake?”

Boyang asked hurriedly: “At least, at least tell me your name!”

In Fushe’s memories, the unspoken shouts from his brothers and sisters finally reminded him of his identity.

“I……”

“My name is Fushe, which means——”

“For a moment of floating life, all things are abandoned.”

A confident smile appeared on Fushe’s face, and his tone was proud and firm.

“At the end of his life, he sat up straight and proudly announced his name!”

“It feels like passing away, a peaceful and dignified death.”

“Have a good trip, Brother Fushe, Grand Marshal Teng She!”

“He recalled his name at the last moment before his death, but in the memories of survivors, he is still the nameless Yaksha. Perhaps this is ‘your name is unknown, your achievements will last forever’… “