Chapter 1792

For more than a year, he took a group of young people in the village to block the attacks of wild animals again and again and protect the villagers in the village. On this day, he suddenly found that he had forgotten some people and could not remember them anyway, which made him a little flustered.

One by one, he repeatedly recited the names of the people he still remembered in his mind, remembered their faces, and could not remember other familiar people. It seemed that these were the only people he knew about his relatives and friends.

But in fact, he knew very well that he could not remember not only the relatives and friends he talked about, but also other people.

"Is it related to the failure of the robbery..."

He said to himself, very depressed.

I thought that after the disaster, only the cultivation disappeared and the source withered, but I didn't want to, and the memory dissipated with the passage of time.

This makes him very uncomfortable. Will he gradually forget everyone?

Thinking of this, he felt afraid. He took a hunting knife and carved names on the wall of the house one by one: Li Changfeng, Qing Xuan, Lin Xi, Ji Yu, Su Shu, Bai Qiu, Xue ye, Wu Yi, Zi Ling, Yan ya'er, Bai Ziqi, Xiao Taichu, Ling Yun, stupid tiger, stupid alligator.

More than a year later, he suddenly remembered only these people.

He looked at the names of these people, and only half an hour later did he walk out of the room towards a big mountain outside the village.

It's not every day that wild animals appear outside the village. Most of the time, it's peaceful. During these peaceful times, he built nameless tombstones in the mountains outside the village.

Some people, he forgot, can not remember, but he killed 180000 innocent creatures, but still remember.

Time flies, dusk passed, he returned to the village, after dinner rest, looking at the wall of a name, one by one recite, still remember.

The next day, he woke up and looked at the names on the wall again, still remembering them.

He reassured him a little, went out of the village and went to the mountains to continue to build the tomb.

In this way, half a month passed.

Half a month later, on this day, he woke up, looked at the names on the walls of the room as usual, and recited them one by one. At the end of the day, his eyes became blank, and then his body trembled: "stupid tiger? Stupid crocodile

He could not remember the two names, or even their appearance.

He racked his brains to think about it, until he could remember nothing for more than an hour.

"Stupid tiger, stupid crocodile..."

He said these four words, very uncomfortable.

"Brother Lin, there is a wild animal

There was a shout outside the door. It was the voice of little stone.

Lin Tian finally looked at the names on the wall, then went out of the house and took the young people in the village to resist the brute attack.

This time, the brute herd was more fierce than before. Lin Tian took the young people of the village for three hours to beat back the brute herd. Then he came back to the house with a scar. He looked at the names on the wall and looked at the last two names: "stupid tiger" and "stupid crocodile". He still couldn't remember anything.

This makes his whole person feel uncomfortable and sad. His memory is constantly missing. His family and friends are constantly forgetting. His two lovely sisters, gentle and virtuous beauties, friends and comrades fighting side by side, and his parents' teachers and nuns are quiet and peaceful. In the near future, will he gradually forget them one by one?

Thinking of these things, he felt fear and trembled.

Then, I don't know how long later, he fell asleep in a panic.

Night, soon came, and then dispersed, a new day came.

As time goes by, day by day, he looks at the names on the wall every day. Then, every once in a while, he forgets one or two people and can't remember anything about them. Another year later, he only remembers two names on the wall, Li Changfeng and Wuyi.

Then, half a year later, he only remembered the names on the wall without clothes, but other people forgot them and could not recall them anyway.

Then, after another two years, he still remembered no clothes and did not continue to forget.

"No clothes."

Looking at these two words, he said to himself that his nose was sour and he felt like he wanted to cry.

He clearly felt that other names on the wall were very important to him, but he couldn't remember them anyway, even his appearance. Only Wu Yi didn't forget them, and he still remembered them clearly.

Even in the village where he lives, the familiar villagers he contacts and the young people who resist the wild animals with him, he gradually forgets and can't remember. Only when those people call each other, can he know who they are.

In the past two years, the word "no clothes" has become his motivation and courage to live. After forgetting important people, only one person still remembers. To him, it is like a fire in the cold winter, which can make him feel warm.

The sky was full of stars. He looked at the word "no clothes" on the wall and slowly fell asleep. Even when he fell asleep, his body trembled from time to time.

The cold wind was blowing outside, and the sky was very deep.

On the top of a big mountain outside the village, a woman stands here, which is countless times more beautiful than the starry sky. Her white skirt is gently swinging in the wind. She doesn't know when she will appear here or how long she has been standing here. She just looks at Lin Tian's room quietly.

Night soon dispersed, a round of morning sun appeared in the sky, toward the earth a little light, a new day came again.

Lin Tian, as usual, went into the mountain to build an unknown tomb. When a wild animal appeared to attack the village, he and the young people in the village resisted the attack again and again.

He has forgotten important people, but he always remembers the fact that 180000 people died in his hands, which is like a magic spell forever branded on him.

So he remembered that he had to protect the people in the village, even if he had forgotten who they were, but he had to protect these ordinary people who were the same as the eighteen creatures. He could not let them die in the mouth of wild animals. He wanted to make atonement.

Half a year later, another wild animal attacked him. He and a group of young adults sniped at the place more than 100 feet outside the village. For more than ten times in a row, he blocked the fatal injuries of the young people who resisted the sniping. After the animals were repulsed, he was stained with blood, bleeding in his mouth, with several blood holes on his body, and his face was even pale to the extreme. It seemed that he might die at any time.