Chapter 114: Strange Memorial, Burning Madness (Part )
Have you ever participated in a memorial service in the countryside?

It is a very unique experience. The ancient atmosphere, the paper money falling all over the sky and the zombie-like antiques will let you know what "the eerie feeling as if in the air" means.

Watching another group of tourists pouring into the village, the village chief greeted them warmly. His skin like dead wood and bones like firewood were enough to scare the guests with his appearance alone.

"Another group of guys who are not afraid of death."

Imor sighed.

There is nothing special about their village. The scenery is not beautiful, and there are no special products to show off.

If there is anything special about it, it would only be "that existence" that is worth mentioning.

"That existence" is considered a taboo by the elders in the village, but outsiders are always happy to visit. For them, perhaps this is a legend that can be printed in newspapers for entertainment.

But Imor knew that if they still held such a careless and indifferent attitude.

They will be "swallowed" by this village.

Suddenly, Imor saw a white-haired figure standing out at the very end of the group of tourists.

"She has a really nice figure, just like the model on the cover."

After taking a look, Imor didn't care too much. Although white hair color is rare among normal people, it is not a bargaining chip that can save life.

"I hope they can stay longer." With a sigh, the boy left.

"…………"

When the attention had completely left him, Yao Luo boldly began to scan the village.

It is dilapidated, desolate, and surrounded by mountains on three sides. Even before midnight, the howling wind is already very piercing, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

“It’s a naturally formed dangerous place.”

Yao Luo murmured, why did he come here when he was supposed to go to Dusk Street? This story has to start from the past.

on the plane.

The doctor felt a black screen in front of his eyes and lost his vision permanently.

Yao Luo's knife did not cut his throat, but moved upwards a little, closing the eyes of his soul.

"Oh! my eyes, my eyes!"

Yao Luo didn't have the patience to listen to his wailing any longer. He placed his hands on his temples. The doctor seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed on the seat of the helicopter.

"Killing him would certainly make me feel better, but it won't solve the problem. How many people in the world are using Honkai for human experiments? How many of them are truly fighting Honkai, and how many are just making money under the guise of experiments?"

I have no way of knowing and I have no time to care.

No one can save everyone, and no one can foresee all the disasters that are about to happen.

If God were truly omnipotent, there would be no suffering in the world.

Therefore, Yao Luo only does what he sees and only cares about the evil he knows.

As long as you have a clear conscience, it's good.

"Listen to me: Doctor, you are a scientist who is devoted to fighting the Honkai. You will devote your life to saving people. You will put the survival of mankind first and spend the rest of your life researching related drugs, right?"

"Yes, yes, I am committed to..."

The voice gradually became calmer from the excitement at the beginning, and finally almost silent, just like it was supposed to be this way...

"Since when did I become able to easily affect other people's memories?"

Yao Luo recalled his actions. Modifying the memory of the old man in front of him was not much more difficult for him than plucking a string of a musical instrument.

"Oh, right, it all started when the messenger from Liuguang Yiting appeared on the train..."

Yao Luo silently began to think about what he had done. Since he knew his identity as the Memory Commander, he seemed to have used this power more and more frequently. Modifying memory was tantamount to reversing right and wrong. This kind of power was, to some extent, more terrifying than pure force.

If there is someone who is determined and has the same power as Yao Luo, he can probably overthrow the regime of this planet in half a month and control it in the hands of one person.

However, Yao Luo had already made up his mind that he was a man who walked with the people, not a god who abused his power and was high above everyone else.

"Whether a sword can hurt others depends on the thoughts of the person holding the sword."

Yao Luo calmed down and stopped thinking about it.

"Drip drip!"

Yao Luo glanced forward and saw that the pointer on the helicopter's driving meter, which represented the fuel level, had moved into the red area.

"Is there not enough fuel?" Yao Luo was thinking about this. Originally, this plane was only meant to take the doctor to a safe place, so there wouldn't be too much fuel.

Dusk Street might still be too far for this helicopter, so it was completely reasonable that it ran out of fuel halfway.

"Driver, is there enough fuel to get to the nearest refueling station?"

"Report sir, it's probably not enough."

Yao Luo knew that the pilot had now regarded Yao Luo as his first superior and would unconditionally execute his orders, so that the plane's route was not interrupted by such incidents.

"Land nearby."

Yao Luo looked down. The place where they were was surrounded by mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist, and the vision was very poor.

"After you go down, find a way to return to the Fire Moth base. Remember, you just fled the scene with the doctor and ended up here accidentally. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

After explaining all this, Yao Luo opened the side door of the helicopter and jumped down.

“Ah, Sir!!”

The driver silently withdrew his hand that was about to leave the joystick and spoke the next sentence that he had not finished.

"Don't forget to bring your parachute..."

After landing, Yao Luo was on a mountain road. He waved to the passing vehicles and soon got on a bus.

The bus stops at a tourist village, which is said to be the most effective wishing spot nearby.

According to legend, there is a "god" in the village, and even the monsters and demons in the surrounding mountains dare not invade there, making it a real "feng shui treasure land".

Yao Luo remained silent. In this era, any supernatural phenomenon was most likely related to the collapse. Since he couldn't go to the place he wanted to go in a short period of time, it wouldn't hurt to go there first.

In this way, Yao Luo came to the village. As soon as he entered the village gate, Yao Luo felt an unusual "smell".

The sky gradually darkened. The village was built on the mountain, and a bright kerosene lamp was lit at the door of every household.

The tourists in the front row asked the village chief what this was, and the village chief smiled and replied: "This is the custom of our village. Whenever there is a demon, we have to light a lamp at the door of our house to say hello to our "gods" and ask them not to harm us."

"Oh! So, we also have the chance to see the "God" of your village?" The tourists seemed very excited about this statement and couldn't wait to see the "God" mentioned by the village chief.

"Of course!" The village chief's mouth was opened at a very high angle, so high that it was a little scary. His smiling eyes seemed like some animal in the mountains looking at its prey.

"Then let's go!" Some of the tourists seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but the excited atmosphere made them dare not speak out their inner worries.

"Something's wrong."

Yao Luo's silver eyes scanned every glowing spot, and thousands of flames gathered in his mind. Slowly, slowly, a clear image appeared in front of Yao Luo, and the voice also rose slightly.

"We are in a place where..."

"altar?"

　Next I will tell the story of the "polite young man" Qianjie. Today I may only have one chapter, and I will make up for it tomorrow.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)