Chapter 2338: Soul Lock Memories

In "The Diary of the Last Master", Soul Lock's description of the past is only the identity of the elf, and the others are not mentioned at all, as if they are deliberately avoiding this aspect of information, making people unable to help thinking about what is hidden behind it .

What Luo Chuan wanted to know was this part of the content.

Soul Lock fell into silence, recalling those memories that had become fragmented because they were too long ago.

Luo Chuan was not in a hurry and waited quietly.

After a long time, Soul Lock breathed a sigh of relief and twitched the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to show a smile, but he had long forgotten how to make a smile, and the bone armor on his face made him unable to complete such an action.

"As it is written in the novel, my race is actually an elf, but before this, and for a long time after meeting the boss, I have actually forgotten all of this, and instead regard myself as It was not until I decided to write The Diary of the Last Master that I recalled some broken memories..."

[About the soul lock in 1384, 1408 and other chapters mentioned that he is a human being, but the later novel (1772) also said that he is an elf The reason for the inconsistency]

Luo Chuan suddenly remembered something he had forgotten.

It seems that when the soul lock was just thrown into the system space by him, he asked about the race because he was curious about the form of the other party. At that time, the answer of the soul lock was "used to be human".

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to it, and when he saw the novel written by Soul Lock later, he didn't think of it at all.

Looking at it now, the impact of the gift of the Lord of the End is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and even interferes with the memory of the soul lock, of course, it cannot reach the level of tampering with the memory. According to the information learned before, the end The existence form of the Lord is like an ancient **** with only instinct.

The Lord of the End has no thinking ability, but believers under the influence of His power have wisdom.

Luo Chuan shook his head, put aside these spontaneous thoughts, and focused on the story of Soul Lock again.

"...Actually, the reason for not writing about elves is very simple. The one I remember most clearly is the race of my elves. As for the others, it's just some scattered pictures, and I can't even tell whether it really exists or because of the Lord of the Doomsday. The hallucinations left by the influence of the power."

Soul Lock sighed, his tone sounded a little helpless.

Compared with Luo Chuan, he actually wanted to know more about the elves, but he couldn't recall it anyway, and he had no choice.

Luo Chuan frowned slightly, and Soul Lock's answer was expected, but it was also what he didn't want to hear, which meant that the clue was interrupted.

"Really can't remember at all?" Luo Chuan didn't want to give up, "Would you like to stop thinking hard?"

After thinking about it, he took out a barrel of Wangyou ale and threw it away.

"Drink this, maybe you can remember."

As the saying goes, a drunk can relieve a thousand sorrows... It seems that this is not the case, a toast is more sorrowful... Well, it is not this.

All in all, since wine can make people forget their worries, maybe it can also remind people of some deep memories.

It seems to be annihilated in the years, but in fact it is just dormant quietly, waiting for the day to surface.

"This is... Wangyou Ale?!"

Soul Lock took the wine barrel, and his eyes brightened (physically), shining brightly.

He saw a lot of information related to Wangyou drinks on the magic phone, but he could only look at it, there was no chance to experience it at all, and now he felt flattered.

Soul Lock took a deep breath, and then the body split from the central position, turning into a scarlet mouth, countless tiny tentacles and white ferocious teeth slowly squirming, mucus slowly flowing, but the central position is The surging black mist vortex, as if the abyss that can engulf everything, does not know where it leads.

Then he threw the entire wine barrel into it and swallowed it, and the sound of wood breaking and being chewed kept coming.

Luo Chuan: "…"

The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, and he really didn't know how to evaluate this.

No, you can't be a little more normal, the head of your final court?

Forget it, no matter how much.

Compared with the Kraken, the difference between the two seems to be half a catty. Luo Chuan has seen it many times and has developed immunity.

He threw it to Hei Lian and Wangyou Beer. Luo Chuan has always been fair in his work, and he will not favor one over the other.

Hei Scale took it in surprise, touching his wrists and feet to surround the wine barrel, the eyeball at the end split from it, and bony spikes similar to straws protruded from it, piercing the wine barrel to absorb the wine inside.

...As expected, I still want to complain!

After drinking it... After eating the barrel of Wangyou ale, Soul Lock's body slowly squirmed and returned to its original form. At this moment, he felt that the remaining injuries on his body had recovered a lot.

Close your eyes, sink your mind and try hard to recall, trying to find the final answer from those fragmented pictures.

The black fog surging, turned into strange figures, mountains and rivers, giant sun and stars... These are the scenes in Soul Lock's memory.

The inability to distinguish between the illusory and the real will not appear in the memory only after seeing it with one's own eyes. The thinking interference and sleeping nightmares from the Lord of Doom will also be engraved in the depths of the memory and accompany them for a lifetime.

Luo Chuan waited quietly.

After a long time, Soul Lock opened his eyes, and the eyeballs that were split into countless individuals merged into one again. Perhaps he controlled his thinking in this way. Luo Chuan noticed that the black mist around Soul Lock seemed to change compared to the beginning. It has dimmed a little, and the scale has also been reduced.

This is a big burden for Soul Lock.

"I... thought of something." Soul Lock's voice sounded weak.

Luo Chuan nodded and listened carefully without saying anything.

"Pure white world, eternal darkness and eternal light, the other side of the deep sea..." Soul Lock slowly said some words that sounded divine.

The sound fell, and the system space fell into a long silence again.

After waiting for a while, Luo Chuan couldn't help but say, "Is it gone?"

"No more." Soul Lock nodded.

Luo Chuan: "...Okay, then what do you mean by this, I don't quite understand."

Although he has more or less mastered the use of the "deduction method" by writing Sherlock Holmes, it is definitely not realistic to guess the whole story just by uttering a few short words with the soul lock.

"I don't know." Soul Lock shook his head.

"Don't know?" Luo Chuan's voice increased slightly.

Since it was said by Soul Lock, but now he says he doesn't know, Luo Chuan doubts whether this is the remnant of the influence of the Lord of Doom.

"Forget it, go ahead and talk." Luo Chuan sighed and waved his hand. After all, this was what he asked. Before Soul Lock made it clear that he had forgotten these things.

"I... don't know how to explain, those pictures are like hazy shadows lingering in my mind..." Soul Lock tried to find a way to describe, "I seem to live in a white world, where sometimes there are long-term the darkness, when the darkness is over, the light will come..."