The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

"Whoosh—"

Sitting on the ground to rest without any regard for her image, Wu Jing shook her right arm slightly, feeling the intense soreness. She realized that her first sword practice should come to an end.

"I'm already quite familiar with the proper grip method."

"I have already mastered the three basic postures of drawing, guiding, and lifting."

"Get up early tomorrow and start practicing in the morning."

"Strive to master the ten moves following the basic thirteen postures as soon as possible."

But then she paused, glanced at her still trembling and weak arm, and frowned slightly: "Well, we'll have to see how it recovers tomorrow."

Her fingers clenched slightly in the air; the feeling of weakness was still there, but it was somewhat better than before.

"However, with those miraculous medicinal herbs, there shouldn't be any problems."

While sitting down to recover her strength, Wu Jing silently reviewed and summarized what she had accomplished that day, and made some plans for tomorrow.

By this time, it was getting late, the sun was gradually setting, and more and more people were walking around the neighborhood.

To be honest, when she first started practicing, she would feel a little embarrassed when she noticed someone passing by or noticing her.

Whenever someone walks by, her attention is unconsciously drawn to them, and she will subconsciously slow down her movements to make herself look less "strange".

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But as she swung her sword more and more, her attention gradually became focused on practicing swordsmanship.

The people who passed by, the sounds they made, and the gazes they cast faded from her perception, like the background of a painting, slowly receding from focus.

Her movements became increasingly fluid, and eventually, she became so absorbed in her own senses that she was completely oblivious to the sounds of the outside world.

After reviewing the exercise, Wu Jing stood the training sword upright on the ground, supported herself with her hands on the hilt, and used the momentum to lift her body off the ground.

She walked to a sycamore tree nearby, bent down and picked up the long cloth bag from the ground.

She slowly put the training swords into the bag, starting from the tip. Because her arms were still shaking, the tips of the swords rubbed against the bag opening twice before they were aligned.

Just as she packed her training sword and was walking wearily toward home, she suddenly noticed a figure that had appeared out of nowhere walking side by side with her.

The figure appeared so naturally, as if it had been walking with her for a long time, but she hadn't noticed it until now.

She caught a glimpse of a white silhouette out of the corner of her eye, then abruptly turned her head.

The next moment, she saw a beautiful face with a beaming smile.

Wu Jing paused slightly, her steps faltering involuntarily. "Lin, Sister Lin?"

Hua Linlin, who wasn't wearing a black trench coat but rather a very summery and cool outfit, also stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head, looking at Wu Jing's flushed face, still sweating from sword practice, and asked in a relaxed and casual tone, "Why aren't you leaving, Xiao Jing?"

The moment Wu Jing saw Hua Linlin, having regained her memories, she immediately imagined her as one of the people in her dream who fought against the monsters one after another.

She couldn't make out the faces of those figures, but their movements, their postures, the image of those who stood in front of others without hesitation, wearing black trench coats, gradually overlapped with the girl in white short-sleeved shirt in front of her.

"Sister Lin, what exactly are you..." Wu Jing blurted out her question.

But she suddenly stopped halfway through her sentence, swallowing the rest of the words.

The mysterious organization the other party belongs to has the means to modify memories.

Although it is unknown why the other party would rather alter the memories of all the people in Lanhe City than let everyone know that the monster exists, judging from this behavior, the other party is obviously hiding something.

If I were to ask so rashly, wouldn't that reveal that I have already regained my true memories?

If that mysterious organization finds out about my situation, will they alter my memories again?

Her eyes began to flicker, her gaze shifting from Hua Linlin's face to her own shadow, elongated by the setting sun.

While Wu Jing's eyes were flickering with uncertainty, Hua Linlin was somewhat worried.

Why does this child seem a bit dazed halfway through his sentence? Could it be that he's exhausted himself practicing swordsmanship?

She quickly reached out and waved her hand in front of Wu Jing, softening her voice, "Xiao Jing, are you alright?"

Wu Jing immediately snapped out of her daze, shifting her gaze from the ground back to Hua Linlin's face, to her worried eyes.

The hesitation I felt just now was replaced by something else.

She was still hesitant, but then she thought of those people in her dream wearing black trench coats with strange abilities, who rushed forward without hesitation, using themselves as walls to fight against the monsters and protect ordinary people.

How could such a selfless and courageous person be a bad person?

How could a mysterious organization composed of such people possibly be an evil organization?

They altered the memories of everyone in the city; they must have had their own reasons, right?

She took a deep breath and looked directly into Hua Linlin's worried eyes:

"Sister Lin, I know that monsters exist in this world."

"And there's also a group of people with unique superpowers protecting us ordinary people."

"You, and my brother, are both part of this group, aren't you?"

Now it was Hua Linlin's turn to be stunned.

Her lips parted slightly, then closed again, her gaze lingering on Wu Jing's face for a long time: "Xiao Jing, you..."

"That's right, my memories have returned," Wu Jing admitted directly.

There was no hesitation or probing in her voice.

Now that she has chosen to be honest, she no longer needs to worry about anything.

Upon hearing Wu Jing's admission, Hua Linlin immediately came to her senses.

She looked at the determined-looking girl in front of her, sighed helplessly, and then nodded, confirming the other's statement: "Yes."

However, Hua Linlin was immediately puzzled.

If Wu Jing regained her memory and remembered the scenes she witnessed, she shouldn't know Wu You's identity.

It's not surprising that Wu Jing regained her memory and then learned of her identity within the Investigation Bureau through her standard black trench coat.

After all, I was wearing a black trench coat and showing off in front of them yesterday.

But Wu You had never appeared in front of his family wearing a black trench coat before.

Even if he did, it would be after his appearance had changed so drastically that he was unrecognizable.

The Wu You that Wu Jing saw yesterday had white hair and silver eyes, and it was hard to say that he didn't look alike.

It can only be said that it is completely unrelated.

How did she connect these two people?

Thinking of this, Hua Linlin couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with curiosity, "Xiao Jing, how did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That's your brother's identity." Hua Linlin lowered her voice even further.

Upon hearing this, Wu Jing told Hua Linlin her speculations one by one.

After listening intently, Hua Linlin's expression turned somewhat strange: How did Wu You become a vegetable?

However, she also understood that Wu Jing had not recognized Wu You at all yesterday. She only knew that Wu You was not dead through the information Wu You gave her, and deduced some of Wu You's identity from various events.

Yesterday, Wu You was mistaken for one of his friends—a friend who worked in the same organization as Wu You and was taking care of his family after Wu You was injured.

"cough."

Then, Hua Linlin seemed to have thought of something and coughed lightly.

"Xiaojing," her voice regained its relaxed tone, "do you really believe that what you saw in your dreams is the truth of the world?"

Hearing Hua Linlin's question, Wu Jing couldn't help but feel puzzled: Didn't the other party just admit to those problems? Why is she saying this now?

But she nodded anyway: "I believe you."

"I believe you—" Hua Linlin drawled, her bright eyes curving slightly with a hint of cunning.

"According to regulations, those who know the truth must sign a confidentiality agreement."

As she said this, Hua Linlin tried her best to keep a straight face and appear serious, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.

"Huh?" Wu Jing exclaimed, raising her eyebrows slightly. "A confidentiality agreement?"

Scenes from various movies flashed through her mind.

But she immediately realized what was happening, nodded, and readily agreed: "Okay, Sister Lin, then please sign it."

She believed in Hua Linlin, in those who bravely stood in front of the monster, and in the mysterious organization that was willing to fight for ordinary people.

If signing a confidentiality agreement is a necessary procedure, then sign it.

But what she didn't expect was Hua Linlin's reaction.

"Huh—"

"Shouldn't Xiaojing have asked me things like, 'If you don't trust me, do I not need to sign a confidentiality agreement?'"

Wu Jing's unconventional approach also surprised Hua Linlin.

Wu Jing was taken aback for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "Why would Sister Lin say that?"

Hua Linlin simply shook her head and continued walking forward.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of hers, stretching from her feet all the way to the end of the path.

Then, a clear, crisp sound drifted over from the sunset.

"Because that way, I can say—"

"I was just kidding, you have to sign it whether you believe me or not."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Wu Jing was even more confused: Why would Sister Lin say that? Does it have some special meaning?

Seeing Hua Linlin already ahead, and that white figure faintly glowing in the sunset, Wu Jing, carrying a long cloth bag in her left hand, also pulled herself out of her thoughts and quickened her pace to follow.