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Chapter 528 Clues to Recovering Memories, Cold-Blooded
Song Ciyuan silently felt the sensation of being on the verge of ascension only to be forcibly pulled back.

After being separated from the body last time, it was put back in, but at least it immediately regained control of the monkey's body.

After being stuffed back in, it took a while to recover, and I could only lie on the ground motionless. The only part of my body that could move was my slightly undulating belly.

Although he was barely alive, he felt somewhat at ease nestled inside the monkey's body.

At least Jiang Hanying didn't just stand by and watch him completely dissipate; she saved him at the last moment, which shows that he still had some value to Jiang Hanying.

As long as there is value, there is hope for survival.

that's enough!
In fact, Jiang Hanying was so annoyed that she wanted to kick him to the ends of the earth.

I've said a lot, and it seems very useful, but it doesn't stand up to deep thought at all.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that there are virtually no concrete clues whatsoever.

So this is just leaving her with a bunch of vague and confusing conjectures, expecting her to figure it all out herself!

Unfortunately, this was the thing she had the closest contact with that guy, so it was somewhat useful. She was unwilling to let it go like this.

It's so annoying to keep it, but it feels a bit wasteful to just throw it away.

In conclusion, it can be summed up in one word: "Get lost!"

The monkey, who had just regained some strength and barely managed to get up, thought: "..."

He fell to the ground again and slowly rolled out through the crack in the newly opened door.

If you can't afford to offend them, at least you can avoid them.

Jiang Hanying: "..."

Its only advantage is its ability to be flexible and adaptable.

Too lazy to care where the monkey spent the night, Jiang Hanying slammed the door shut, turned around and met the gaze of her cheap owner, then stopped hiding her annoyance: "This guy is so hard to kill!"

Those who died by her sword before were either overestimating themselves and deliberately courting death, or there were always traces to be found.

But this one might not even be a person. How are we supposed to find it?
Li Chengxiao reached out and smoothed her furrowed brow, gently comforting her: "Don't worry, since He has something to ask for, He must have weaknesses. Moreover, our understanding of Him has actually been deepening. We'll deal with whatever moves He makes and eventually find out His true nature."

Jiang Hanying lowered her head and rubbed her palm against his. Hearing this, she pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes, if you don't know the whole story, you should just deal with it as it comes. If you have more moves, you will eventually find a weakness, and then you can kill it with one blow."

Hearing this sentence, which sounded strangely familiar, Li Chengxiao nodded in agreement, "That's right."

Jiang Hanying looked up at him. "You said it."

Li Chengxiao: "...No wonder it felt a bit familiar."

Jiang Hanying's eyes lit up, and she immediately forgot about what she had been worrying about. "How do you mean by familiar? Do you remember anything?"

"Hmm, when I saw that phantom that emerged from the monkey just now, I had mixed feelings. Would it count as wanting to beat him up?"

Jiang Hanying nodded heavily, "Forget it, why don't you count it? He really deserves a beating. Although he has been used, he is essentially a big swindle. If I can't break him up with a slap now and be unable to fight back, I would also like to beat him up. Is there anything else?"

"And I have a guess about the guy who used Song Ciyuan's true form. Since his abilities are already powerful enough, why would he hide his true form? Is it possible that it wasn't that he wanted to hide it, but that he was subject to some kind of limitation?"

"You mean, His true form might be imprisoned and unable to come out, so He can only use Yuan Qingzhuo's body from afar to cause trouble? But who can imprison Him?"

As Jiang Hanying pondered, her gaze fell upon the face of her cheap master in front of her.

She herself had never considered this possibility, yet the cheap owner, who had already lost his memory, was still able to think of this...

Wait, could the cheap owner's amnesia be related to this?
The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

Li Chengxiao watched as the person in front of him stared at him without blinking, but it was obvious that she was lost in thought. After waiting patiently for a moment, he simply took Jiang Hanying's hand and led her to the bedside.

Sit down, take off your shoes, lie down, pull the covers up, and let your mind wander. After a while, there was finally some movement on the bed. "Huh, how did I end up in bed?"

Li Chengxiao turned around from his desk and looked at him. "Snap out of it?"

Jiang Hanying threw off the covers and sat up, meeting the gaze of her cheap master. When she spoke, her tone was absolutely resolute: "I must find that guy's true form!"

Perhaps by finding the original body, we can regain the memories of the cheap owner.

If there's hope, then give it a try!

After making her boastful statement, putting aside the matter of regaining her cheap owner's memories, Jiang Hanying patted the spot beside her and said, "You haven't applied the medicine yet, hurry up and lie down!"

Regaining your memories is important, but your physical health is just as important right now!

Outside, the wind and snow were raging, but inside the house, with the heating on, it was still warm and cozy.

At Jiang Hanying's call, Li Chengxiao stood up from the chair and, when he reached the bedside, he had already unbuttoned his shirt and obediently lay down on the bed with his upper body bare.

Jiang Hanying picked up the bottle of medicated oil that was placed on the bedside table, checked the remaining amount, and simply poured it all onto her cheap master's back. Then she rubbed her palms together to warm them up and said, "Get ready, I'm going to start."

"Ah."

"Can you hold on if you put in a little more effort?"

"Push your strength."

*
The night was pitch black, and the wind and snow were raging. The outdoor temperature had already dropped below zero, let alone in the mountains.

In such an environment, even traveling on flat ground is difficult, let alone climbing a mountain at night in the wind and snow.

My body trembled as the cold wind howled through the mountains. The hot air I exhaled from my mouth and nose instantly turned icy cold. Water vapor condensed on my mask along with the snowflakes that were being blown by. I felt like I was having difficulty breathing. When I reached out and touched my mask, it was already frozen solid.

But when you pull down the mask, your skin is exposed, and the cold wind cuts through you like a knife, giving you the illusion that if you raise your hand to touch it, you'll find your face covered in blood.

But these things only make you unbearably cold, not dangerous. The danger lies in the ground beneath your feet.

The top layer is a soft, spongy layer of snow that you sink into when you step on it. Below the snow layer, there is another layer of frozen, hard ice.

Some of the ice shells were quite thick, and it was relatively stable to step on them while wearing shoes with crampons.

However, some ice shells are quite thin. If you step on one and break it, you might not be able to react in time and your foot will sink deeper, which can easily cause you to lose your balance.

In addition, the mountain terrain is varied, so even if the people in front who were responsible for scouting and leading the way had already gone through it, those following behind did not dare to let their guard down and took every step with extra care.

But the unexpected still caught me off guard.

When passing through a narrow and rugged section of road with a deep valley on the left, the person walking in front of Lizhi followed the footprints in front of him. There was a cracking sound under his foot, and before he could react, he was tilted to the left and was about to fall into the valley.

Li Zhi subconsciously reached out and grabbed his wildly waving arm, but with just one exertion, she noticed a slight cracking sound coming from beneath her feet.

Before she could decide whether to let go, she heard a voice carried by the wind from ahead, calm and without any fluctuation: "Let go."

She gritted her teeth and let go, watching helplessly as the person fell and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

When I came to my senses, I realized that my back was covered in cold sweat.

Duanmu Sen gritted his teeth. He didn't dare to look back at this kind of road, but he knew that someone had just fallen behind him.

Even if the person falling knows they are going to die, they cannot shout out, because if they trigger an avalanche, everything will be over.

Looking at the figure walking ahead who still seemed relaxed and carefree, he silently took a deep breath of the cold air.

No wonder he's not afraid of the cold; this guy's blood is probably colder than the air here.