I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

The Qiong Guan Zhen will read your memories and guide you to revisit your past.

If you retrace back to that point that blocked your memories.

The Qiong Guan Zhen (穷观阵) will use the information it has obtained to deduce and construct your possible past.

March 7th nods:

"I understand."

Fu Xuan nodded and said:

"Don't worry too much. I have the ability to communicate with you at any time outside the Qiong Guan Formation and can interfere with the backtracking process to a limited extent."

Let's begin.

As soon as he finished speaking, the light intensified.

The six phases of ice and the train ticket lit up simultaneously, and two beams of light of different colors merged into the center of the array.

What came into view was...

Chapter 208 Unforgettable

On March 7th, she felt lightheaded, and Fu Xuan's voice came to her ears:

"Qiong Guan Zhen has reconstructed your past."

The space before you is a scenario constructed using the memories and items you provided.

The white light gradually dispersed.

March 7 blinked and found herself standing in a familiar corridor.

"Are you alright, Miss March?"

Fu Xuan's voice came from all directions, but no one could be seen.

March 7th patted his chest: "Thank goodness, it's nothing serious..."

"Good physical condition."

When most people are influenced by the Qiong Guan Zhen (穷观阵), they will feel dizzy due to the overwhelming amount of information.

You adapted quite quickly.

March 7th chuckled, but when he saw the scene before him, he was stunned.

This is the train's meeting room.

Himeko sat on the sofa by the window, with a coffee pot beside her.

Walter was flipping through an old book, while Danheng, with his back to her, was looking out the window at the sea of ​​stars.

"I... am back?" March 7th murmured.

She instinctively walked towards Danheng and patted his shoulder.

"Danheng, let me tell you, I was just at the Taibu Temple..."

Danheng turned around, and his expression completely baffled March 7.

"Dragon Transformation Technique 14.0! Activate! Hahaha, I am the perfect dragon! No one can stop me!"

On March 7th, he withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

"Why is Danheng in my dream just like this too!"

Fu Xuan's voice rang out at the opportune moment:

"It seems that in your mind, Danheng is this kind of person."

March 7th shook his head frantically:

"No, no! The Danheng of the past wasn't like this!"

He used to be calm and reliable, not talkative, but very composed.

He has made a very deep impression on me recently.

He updated it from 1.0 to 12.0 right in front of me yesterday; it was incredibly brainwashing!

"Although this experience has clearly been distorted, the material that makes it up is taken from your memory, and it doesn't lie."

In other words, subconsciously, you believe that what Danheng said is pretty much what he would normally say.

No! Absolutely not! I swear!

He usually just keeps a cold face and doesn't say anything; he would never shout "Transform into a dragon!" to everyone he meets!

"That's enough, now is not the time to be angry."

Fu Xuan couldn't tell whether he believed it or not.

“If the reconstructed experience is distorted, we should focus on identifying and correcting the distorted factors one by one; otherwise, we won’t be able to further trace your past.”

March 7th looked pained: "This is so complicated, it's making my brain spin... Is there a simpler explanation?"

"Come, draw your bow and shoot at that Dan Heng."

March 7th: "...Huh?"

"Shoot him, eliminate the source of the distortion."

On March 7th, he looked at his hand and saw that an ice-blue bow had somehow materialized.

She glanced again at Danheng, who was still gesturing wildly and shouting "Dragon Transformation 14.0".

"No, Lord Diviner, this...this is not appropriate, is it?"

Even though he's acting crazy right now, he's still my teammate... If I shoot him, will he die?

"No, this is a memory space constructed by the Qiong Guan Formation, and the injured person is not a real person."

What you shot was merely an "arrow" to correct the distortion; it wouldn't harm Danheng in reality.

On the seventh day of the third month, gritted his teeth and raised his bow:

"Well... Danheng, I'm sorry! I'll apologize to you again when you're sober!"

She shot an arrow.

The icy blue arrow pierced through Danheng's chest.

The crazed figure froze for a moment, then shattered into pieces on the ground.

On March 7th, I felt a shiver run through my body:

"This is really scary. They suddenly started killing their teammates... Let me see, here's Himeko, Uncle Yang, Pam..."

She looked around and became increasingly panicked.

"I don't think I'll have to fight them all one by one... Danheng is alright, but I probably really can't beat Uncle Yang."

If he turned into Yang Chaoyue, I'd rather just lie down and relax.

Fu Xuan said calmly:

"The 'interference factor' that causes this distortion should have only one source."

That is, the person who "should be present at this moment, but is not."

March 7th frowned and looked at the other people in the reception room again.

Himeko was still smiling by the window, Walter was still flipping through that old book, and Pam was waving at her from behind the bar.

But I always felt like something was missing.

She slapped her forehead: "Xing and Qiye aren't here."

Fu Xuan's voice rang out: "Those two might be the source. Go find them."

March 7th nodded and walked towards the rest area at the back of the train.

The corridor was exactly the same as I remembered, with crew cabins on both sides.

She would push each door as she passed by, like she was opening a blind box.

The first room was empty. The second room was filled with cameras. March 7th glanced at it a couple of times but didn't dare go in.

The third room was still empty.

She felt increasingly guilty as she walked, and couldn't help but mutter to herself:

"Where could these two people go in such a big car? They can't just jump out of the window, can they?"

Fu Xuan prompted: "In your memory, what do the two of them usually do? Where do they go when they're alone?"

On March 7th, I stopped and thought about it seriously.

"We'd scam together, rob supplies together, and mess around together..."

She counted on her fingers.

"There's one more..."

Suddenly, an image flashed through my mind.

She had previously witnessed Xing and Qiye doing *that* kind of thing at the door of a room.

Although she didn't dare to look closely that day, she turned and ran away.

But that image is like a etched image in my mind, always popping up unexpectedly in the dead of night.

March 7th's face immediately turned red.

"Miss March, what's wrong?"

Fu Xuan asked in confusion

"Your heart rate suddenly becomes very fast."

"It's alright! It's alright! It's nothing! Let's keep looking!"

She shook her head frantically, trying to shake that image out of her head.

"How could this possibly happen! I must be overthinking things again!"

Yes, it must be just me overthinking again!

This isn't some shady space; this is the Qiong Guan Formation! A proper formation!

My memory is reliable too! They're all reliable!

She walked forward muttering to herself, casually placing her hand on the handle of a door beside her.

"Yes, impossible. I only saw it once. How could I remember it so clearly after only one time? Impossible, impossible..."

"Click".

She opened the door instinctively.

She stumbled upon a scene she would never forget.

Chapter 209 Battle of the Mysterious Pass

The moment the door was pushed open, time seemed to stand still.

March 7th's hand was still on the doorknob, but he stood there, stunned.

in the room.

Xing lay on the ground, hands supporting her on the floor, her buttocks sticking up high, with a blank expression that showed she hadn't reacted at all.

Qi Ye knelt behind her, his hands firmly gripping her waist, or rather... he was holding that protruding part.

The body leans forward, and the movement is clearly still halfway through the forward motion.

The two of them looked up at the same time, staring in disbelief at the March 7th sign at the door.

The three of them stared at each other, wide-eyed.

then

"What...what...what's going on???"