I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 395 Memories 8

In the dark and cold deep sea.

The cracks continuously emit light and invisible waves.

Even with the protection of the spirit, Yan Ping still felt as if his soul was being torn apart.

The translucent soul body was trembling slightly.

Ling saw this scene and added an invisible layer of protection for him before pointing at the crack.

【Can you guess what this is? 】

The azure light in front of the crack flickered with a strange frequency, reflecting the appearance of Yan Ping. When he was young, he gave people a feeling of being androgynous when he was quiet.

Then use this opportunity to look into his empty eyes.

Ling sighed silently and answered the question on his own.

[This is a sea eye. There are many such sea eyes in Wuwang Sea. They have created the hugeness of Wuwang Sea today.]

[And your soul is what I picked up next to such a sea eye]

【You are special here】

Yan Ping's eyelashes finally trembled a little. He realized some key points from these words. He looked at Ling and his voice was hoarse.

"Can you save them?"

The spirit paused for a moment, looking at Yan Ping's current appearance, his face was withered and his soul was broken.

It is very different from what it looked like when it was first conceived.

It was not even as good as the first time it picked up Yan Ping by the sea eye.

It sighed, "Yes, I can save you."

Then it said another sentence calmly before Yan Ping showed joy on his face.

But why should I save?

It is the spirit of the Wuwang Sea. There are many races living in the Wuwang Sea, and many races do not know it in their entire lives.

The Wuwang Sea has existed for a long time. During this extremely long period of time, he watched many races rise and fall, be born and disappear.

It can indeed easily revive a period of time, but even it will see whether it is worth it.

Ling's words were like a bucket of cold water in winter, poured on a person who had finally found a life-saving bonfire.

The thought that Yan Ping had just had was immediately dashed, and his face turned so pale that it was beyond description.

But after a long time, flames began to rise again between the extinguished campfires.

Yan Ping looked at Ling, [Since you said I am special, what do you want me to do? ]

Ling saw that he had cheered up again and felt a little excited.

It pointed at the crack and said, "I can make a deal with you, but you have to help me seal a hundred cracks like this."

Yan Ping's gaze shifted over there. He looked at the azure crack. The strange light emanating from the crack was only about three meters around.

They can be reflected clearly, but beyond that is the pitch-black and silent Wuwang Sea.

A trace of indifference flashed across Yan Ping's translucent face.

Although I don't know whether what this existence said is true or not, as long as he agrees, maybe he can really save them all.

Yan An and...Shen Pingan

If it was fake, then he had nothing to lose.

"make a deal."

Ling let out a soft sigh.

This child agreed without asking any questions.

Fortunately, it is not a black heart.

Although one hundred is a lot, according to its calculation results, it is within the range that Yan Ping can accept in the future. The benefits obtained from closing these sea eye cracks are enough to offset its consumption.

Yan Ping felt a headache when he saw the soul body 'Yan Ping' nodding so carelessly to make the deal.

No. Are they really one person?

Is that 'Yan Ping' really him?

Is he still so brainless?

……

Ling brought his people back to the previous dark blue space, left after leaving a few words.

[Take a good rest during this period. When you have recovered, I will let you go back in time.]

[After going back in time, you won't remember anything, so you now have a chance to change]

[Think carefully about where you want to use this opportunity]

Yan Ping's memory is still half-broken. He looked at the direction where Ling left, and then looked at "Yan Ping".

He realized something and felt confused.

Back in time?

Is that the retrospection he was thinking of?

But no one could answer his doubts. He looked at Yan Ping who closed his eyes again, and then fell into silent waiting.

Just wait, there is something wrong with the flow of time here, and he will get the answer soon.

Sure enough, the next time the spirit came.

'Yan Ping' made a decision.

He used the opportunity to change to improve his memory.

After hearing this, Ling was a little surprised.

【you sure? 】

Yan Ping nodded.

Yan Ping was a little confused.

Although he doesn't remember many things, he responds to many words.

For example, 'Yan Ping' said that he wanted to write his experiences over the years into a special Long Aotian novel from Shen Ping'an's perspective, ending with the part where Shen Ping'an reached the top, and then put it in his memories of his previous life.

When he regains consciousness and realizes his situation, he will definitely look for someone.

This sounds unreliable, and it is even more unreliable to do.

How could he be sure he could do it?

Ling couldn't help but ask.

'Yan Ping' looked calm.

"If it doesn't work once, try using two hundred more."

Yan Ping: “…”

Well, they are not alone.

After all, he would never fall to such a state.

He would only kill all the sea beasts that attacked the continent one by one, and then go into the deep sea to attack it.

At most one hundred at a time!

It was obvious that the sea eye crack was not something that was particularly easy to remove. He suspected that he might lose money if the price was quoted at one hundred.

Just when their deal was officially concluded, Ling began to trace back.

Deep in the depths of Yan Ping's consciousness, there seemed to be a particularly large whirlpool, which instantly made his consciousness escape from this place.

……

Wen Ye had a very long dream.

He dreamed that he became an adult, but there was no Yan Ping in that world, only a broken sword.

But the broken sword stayed with him for a long time.

Maybe it's because of the blood, or maybe it's something else.

He could always sense some subtle emotions from the broken sword.

Sometimes it is joy, sometimes it is sadness, but more often it is silence.

In the dream, he didn’t like to interact with people, and even after changing his name, he was wary of the outside world.

He didn't want anyone to know about his past.

He hides and covers himself.

Only towards that broken sword.

He never hides it.

He was very strange in the dream, so strange that he thought there was a person hidden in the broken sword, a living person.

You have your own joys, sorrows, anger, and little preferences.

Using different sword oils, sword ointments, and sword-wiping cloths, their deep connection will have all kinds of subtle feedback.

For example, he knew that the broken sword liked to be treated with a peach blossom scented sword ointment, and he would feel happy every time after applying it.

Most of the time, Wen Ye had a vague sense of drama when he saw the mature Shen Pingan in his dreams carefully facing the sword.

He could understand everything, but he never immersed himself in it.

Only in the last scene of the dream.

Perhaps it was because he saw Mei Chan die that he resonated with himself in his dream.

He truly felt a very strong sense of sadness coming from the broken sword.

His feelings in the dream might have been more obvious, as big drops of tears flowed down his face along the connection between them.

Later, he felt despair when he discovered that there was a problem with Qingzhou's formation, and joy when he was glad that it was a sword.

A mixture of despair and joy, the final moments.

He made a sword case and gave the broken sword away.

"You have to live."

Wen Ye’s last vague thought before he disappeared.

It's just a sword, you can survive it.