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I felt relieved, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I whispered to myself.

"Qu Yunliu, I hope you can help me this time."

Chapter 13 Rules

"Who is Qu Yunliu?"

Weekend heard me talking to myself and asked me curiously, not as nervous as before.

I thought about it carefully and felt a little confused. What kind of person is Qu Yunliu?

I remember the first time I met him, he was a sickly man with a gentle smile and distant eyes, as if he was isolated from the whole world.

He only lives in the world he built, planning his own death for his own obsession.

He has the ability and skills to build the Shield Stronghold into an impregnable fortress. He also has a strange personal charm that can make many people in the Shield Stronghold willing to die for him.

At the same time, he is a demon who will do anything to achieve his goal and doesn't care about other people at all.

But the relief he showed when he died at the last moment was something I couldn't understand.

After thinking for a long time, I still don't know how to evaluate Qu Yunliu, this freak, so I can only speak slowly.

"He is a complete lunatic. If I have to choose an enemy, I would rather have a few more Corpse God Cults than fight that lunatic."

Weekend's eyes flickered and he frowned.

"It sounds like this person is very powerful. Will he help you, Chief?"

I couldn't help but laugh and said with confidence.

"Yes, it will definitely happen."

……

The next day, it was dawn.

While everyone was still awake, I arrived at the parking lot early and found my broken pickup truck.

I put away the list of supplies I needed that was given to me last night at the weekend, and got into the car yawning.

I didn't get a good night's sleep the whole night. The memories accumulated over a thousand years were completely out of control, constantly attacking my brain and giving me a splitting headache.

When I was talking to Weekend last night, I asked Weekend how many memories a normal human brain can hold.

"I remember someone said that the human brain should have a storage capacity of 1 petabyte, which is 1000T."

"But the brain has a forgetting mechanism that automatically forgets memories over time."

"Speaking of which, there is a disease called hyperthymesia. Patients with this disease do not have such a forgetting mechanism."

“It’s not a superpower, it’s just a painful thing.”

"We normal people actually rely heavily on the automatic forgetting mechanism. When our loved ones die, we become extremely sad."

"But this kind of sad emotion will always dissipate gradually over time. This is the role of the automatic forgetting mechanism."

"Patients with hyperthymesia cannot forget those sad things. They cannot sort out their feelings like normal people, but will always stay at that sad point."

"The pain of their loved ones' death, every detail, no matter how many years have passed, is as if it happened yesterday in their minds."

As I recalled what I said last night at the weekend, I rubbed my head and my mood became more and more complicated.

Amid the roar of the pickup truck's engine, the guard who was awakened by me took the initiative to open the gate. I stepped on the accelerator and drove the pickup truck out of the stronghold.

Hyperthymesia, I don’t have such a serious disease, my brain still has an automatic forgetting mechanism, but unfortunately, the so-called automatic forgetting mechanism is obviously unable to handle the large amount of memories that flood into my mind in a short period of time.

I don’t know how long this pain will last, the only thing I can do is to endure it.

The pickup truck kept moving forward. Since it was only a year since the zombie virus outbreak, the road was still relatively flat, not as bumpy as it would be ten years later.

I sat in the driver's seat, and from time to time I would hit my head hard with my fists to keep my consciousness clear and prevent myself from falling into confused memories.

However, doing so obviously has little effect, my memories still keep appearing before my eyes, scene after scene, encroaching on my sanity.

Bang! There was a sudden muffled sound, and the pickup truck vibrated violently. It turned out that I had crashed the pickup truck into the bridge on the side of the road while I was still conscious.

Under the violent impact, the car body overturned and fell all the way to the river under the bridge. I fell into the river with the car body, making a big splash on the turbulent river surface.

The pickup truck was already damaged and its windows were broken. After it fell into the river, the water immediately poured into the car body and the slightly fishy-smelling water flowed towards my mouth and nose.

I should have immediately opened the car door, swam out, and crawled to the shore.

But for some reason, the invasion of memory today is far more exaggerated than in the past. I have completely fallen under the bombardment of memory. My brain is like a broken player. Countless fragmented memories flash one after another, and at the same time, it seems like there is a noisy and chaotic sound of electric current, bombarding my ears.

In this situation, I couldn't see my real situation. The only thing I could feel was the suffocation brought by the river water.

I was like a fool, waving my limbs instinctively, and then my consciousness slowly sank with the feeling of suffocation.

After that there was darkness, endless darkness.

I should have lost my consciousness and my ability to think, but under these circumstances, those damn memories still refused to let me go.

Under this strange coincidence, those fragmented memories began to merge strangely, and the originally unrelated pictures were gradually connected together.

Suddenly, I became conscious and when I looked back, I found myself in ruins.

What I saw before my eyes was a familiar scene: strong winds howled, forming countless tornadoes that lifted the earth up, yellow rocks gathered, and flying sand was like a sharp blade, cutting countless wounds on my face.

This is the scene where time starts to restart after Tongtong makes a wish.

However, I should not have this memory, because at that time, I should have been in a coma.

Just as I was wondering, a strange voice rang directly in my mind. That voice seemed to be the voices of countless people, ringing in my mind at the same time, male and female, old and young.

"Time is about to restart, after the restart."

"You won't remember this memory."

"You have to remember that no wish can end this farce."

"After a long time, I will awaken your memory at the appropriate time."

"He (she) has countless ways to continue this gamble."

"You have to force him. You have to end this game."

"Otherwise, this cycle will never end."

"The rules have been set, I can't say too much here."

"When you wake up, you will see my guidance."

"You'll understand when the time comes."

"What wish should you make?"

Chapter 14 Guidance (I)

"When you wake up, you will see my guidance."

"You'll understand when the time comes."

"What wish should you make?"

The voice was mysterious and strange, like the voices of countless people overlapping together. I looked up at the sky in a daze.

The next moment, I saw the world shattered, rolled into the air, and condensed into a black hole.

Zila! A strong electric current sound suddenly rang in my ears, as if it was going to explode my eardrums. Amid the huge roar, I completely lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time had passed, but when I woke up, the cold river water kept hitting my face. When I looked closely, I saw a collapsed statue by the river. The statue's worn and tattered hands just happened to hook onto my clothes, preventing me from continuing to float downstream.

I climbed up the shore, holding onto the statue's arms. I knelt on the bank and retched. I didn't know how much dirty river water I drank while I was unconscious. My entire mouth was filled with a strange fishy smell.

The pickup truck was nowhere to be seen, probably having sunk to the bottom of the river where it had fallen.

So...how did I, trapped in the car, end up here?

After retching, my consciousness finally came back to me, and those annoying memories also wisely died down.

I sat on the shore, all wet, looking around accurately.

At this time, the sun in the sky was slowly moving to the west, but I clearly remember that I set out in the early morning.

How long had I been unconscious?

If it were an ordinary person, I would have drowned long ago, but I am different. I am immortal. Even if I repeat the process of suffocation and death over and over again, I should have a short period of lucidity.

Instead of losing consciousness for so long, and having that strange memory just now.

Is it a dream or a real memory?

These problems gave me a headache. In the distance, I heard the roar of wild beasts in the forest. The pistol I was carrying had been lost in the river.

Now, apart from my insignificant immortality, I have no other means of self-defense.

Forget it, let’s first figure out where this place is.

Thinking this, I stood up in my wet clothes and went to see the statue that saved me.

I don’t know when this custom came from, but there are countless gods in this land. Some are known to everyone, while some are only known in a few villages.

The statue in front of me is not the common clay statue, but one carved out of stone. However, it is so old that the face of the statue is a little blurred by the river water. The hand hanging in the river seems to be shaky because of my previous impact.

"When you wake up, you will see my guidance."

"You'll understand when the time comes."

"What wish should you make?"

Suddenly, I remembered the mysterious voice in that strange memory. I couldn't help but smile bitterly and sighed as I looked at the statue.

"Where are the instructions you promised me?"

"If you mean what you say, give me a squeak now."

"Otherwise, I'll just think it was my own hallucination."

Crack! As soon as the words fell, the arms of the statue hanging in the river suddenly developed countless cracks and could fall into the river at any time.

My face turned pale and I hurriedly waded into the river and grabbed the statue's arm.

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

Coincidentally, when I waded into the river, the stone arm quietly slid down and fell into my hand.

Holding the arm, I hurried back to the shore, wanting to take a closer look. However, as soon as I stepped on the ground, I was dragged into the river by the rushing water, and the stone arm flew high into the air and landed on the shore.

The fishy river water poured into my mouth. Fortunately, I was a good swimmer. I struggled to stand up from the river, covered in water, and walked to the shore in a miserable state.

However, when I got ashore, I was dumbfounded. I saw that the stone arm was broken into pieces, leaving only one finger lying alone among the debris.

I was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and talked to myself.

"Damn, it was just a dream."

What guidance, what wishes, they should all be hallucinations that I had when I was suffocating. I wanted a variable so much, I wanted a new force to appear and help me solve this dilemma, so I had such hallucinations.

Although I was thinking this, my eyes were fixed on the fragment of the stone arm on the ground.

Yes, I still have a glimmer of hope.

I hope someone, or someone who is not a human, can help me get rid of it.

Moreover, from falling into the river to the series of events that just happened, they all gave me a very strange feeling, as if this day was a collection of countless coincidences connected together.

I stared at the pile of fragments on the ground for a long time. The stone arm was broken into very small pieces, which was a bit abnormal. I have seen other stones with stone cores that could be broken into such pieces.

Wait a minute...if this stone arm really did leave some guidance, then breaking it into this shape, does it mean that it is intended to exclude unimportant things?

After I had settled my thoughts, I looked up at the only remaining stone finger lying among the debris.

Although I didn't want to admit it, I could tell at a glance that it was a middle finger.

Whose idol would be so improper...

I stepped forward, but did not pick up the stone finger immediately. Instead, I looked at it carefully. The stone finger was finely crafted, and surprisingly, it did not become blurred or deformed by the river water.

But other than that, there is nothing special about this stone finger.

I stood up straight, looked at the sun which was already in the west, and after quickly determining the direction, I looked at the stone finger again.

The direction pointed by the stone finger is due south.