Overriding the Heaven

It was like the feeling of bloating after a person had overslept.    

However, more importantly, it was the weakness and exhaustion that came from his mind.    

Within the small mud room, there were probably more than 20 people standing there.    

Everyone was wearing coarse clothes, and at the same time, they were looking at Chu Yan with anger and vigilance.    

"Who are you?" After looking around, Chu Yan asked curiously.    

Amongst the crowd, the oldest person with a white beard stepped forward.    

He was the village chief.    

"You fainted by the roadside at the entrance of our village. People in our village found you and brought you back." The village chief sized up Chu Yan and asked: "Who are you? Why did you fall at the entrance of our village? "    

"I am …" Under everyone's attentive gazes, Chu Yan said out two words.    

All of a sudden, he couldn't say the rest of the words out loud.    

Who am I?    

Chu Yan was at a loss.    

Everyone at the scene had been staring at him, waiting for him to continue.    

But after Chu Yan paused for a while, he did not speak anymore.    

Seeing Chu Yan's contemplative expression, the villagers present looked at each other.    

The village chief had been carefully sizing up Chu Yan.    

As the oldest person in the village, he naturally had more experience than the other villagers.    

Seeing Chu Yan's expression, he immediately understood that the other party must have suffered some sort of provocation, causing him to lose his memory.    

Sure enough, after a moment, Chu Yan looked towards the village chief with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I don't seem to remember who I am, and I don't remember why I am here."    

"It doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly. You can stay here tonight. Our village is called Shijia Village." The village chief comforted Chu Yan.    

After he finished speaking, he turned around and told the villagers in the house to leave first, as he did not want to disturb Chu Yan's rest.    

After everyone in the house had left, Chu Yan's gaze started to focus.    

"I've lost my memories …" "Do you have to be so dog-blooded …"    

However, in his mind, there were a few scenes that kept flashing.    

Chu Yan could feel that there seemed to be some sort of causal link between these images.    

As time passed, these causal lines gradually became clearer.    

It was like interweaving lines that eventually formed a complete picture, completely filling up the missing memories.    

With this thought in mind, Chu Yan closed his eyes and the room immediately became completely quiet.    

Outside the house, after the villagers received the village head's order, they all went home.    

But today, an outsider had come to the village and even lost his memory. At the very least, it seemed that there would be talk tonight.    

Among this group of villagers, there was one person who was left alone by the Village Chief.    

This villager was the one who chopped firewood and found Chu Yan at the village entrance.    

The village chief asked him what happened to Chu Yan after he discovered his.    

The villager also explained in detail.    

However, the whole process was actually quite simple, so even though he explained it in detail, there wasn't much to describe.    

After saying that, the villagers looked at the village chief with a somewhat worried expression. "Village Chief, is there a problem with this person?" Could it be the Dragon-Ridge Mountain s of the Dragon-Ridge Mountain? "    

The Village Chief shook his head, "I don't think so. mountain bandit would never attack the villages outside the mountains.    

And from what I see, this person's aura is extraordinary, he doesn't look like an evil mountain bandit.    

I heard that the number of caravans entering the mountain has increased recently.    

This person may be a member of some merchant group, encountering mountain bandit. Although he managed to escape, because he received some stimulation, he lost his memories. "    

After saying this, the Village Head's eyes revealed a trace of sympathy and reminiscence.    

When the village chief was young, he was the only warrior in the village and he had fought against mountain bandit before.    

Furthermore, his prestige in the village was extremely high. Since he had already said so, this villager could finally relax.    

"You can go back first. If you remember this person —" The Village Chief pondered for a moment and then said, "He is also a pitiful person. Let him live in the village first and then we can talk about it when he remembers something."    

He doesn't even have a decent suit of clothes, and he can't remember who he was or where he came from, and if he's kicked out, someone's going to poke us in the back. "    

...    

Seeing Chu Yan being carried into the village, Chu Chan'er turned around and headed deeper into the forest.    

This time, she had been out for a long time. If she didn't go back now, it would be hard to explain her situation.    

After walking on the mountain for 4 to 8 hours, he retrieved the flight magical equipment and was about to step on it when suddenly, a flute sound came from afar and floated back.    

Chu Chan'er's body trembled.    

This flute sound was like the low hum of ghosts and ghosts in the middle of the night. It was also like someone was whispering in your ear, causing people to be unable to control themselves and be about to drown in it.    

A hint of confusion surfaced in Chu Chan'er's eyes, but immediately, they became clear again.    

She put away the jade plate without batting an eyelid, leaned against a tree, crossed her arms, and looked ahead of her.    

At this time, the sound of the flute slowly drew closer and closer to them.    

"Sister Yue is in a good mood, are you here to pick up my sister tonight?" After a moment, Chu Chan'er grinned and said.    

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped at this moment.    

A figure slowly walked out of the shadows of the trees that were blocked from the moonlight in front of him.    

She wore a long silver skirt and had a faint expression on her face. She held a jade green flute in her hand. As she walked under the moonlight, her entire body seemed to glow.    

"If I say no, would you believe me?" The woman that was walking over looked at Chu Chan'er and said.    

"I do, I will believe whatever Sister Yue says." Chu Chan'er was still smiling, his eyes, which were not covered by the veil, bent like crescent moons.    

But at this moment, her right hand, which was behind her back, was quietly reaching into her left sleeve.    

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not. In any case, it has nothing to do with me where you go, who you meet, or what you want to do." The woman with the jade flute continued to walk forward.    

Chu Chan'er's eyes revealed a trace of doubt.    

With her understanding of the woman in front of her, she knew that she would never lie.    

However, just as he brought his brother here, the other side followed right after him. It would be too much of a coincidence if he said it had nothing to do with him.    

Seeing that he acted as if he was nothing, and was about to pass by, and was even going in the direction of the village that he had just left, Chu Chan'er couldn't help but feel anxious.    

However, her face remained calm and collected, but she still squinted her eyes and smiled: "Sister Yue, don't be in such a hurry. We sisters rarely meet here tonight, do you think it's a coincidence? "Where is Sister Yue going?"    

Chu Chan'er's original goal was to stop him and see if she could get any information from him.    

If the other party was in a hurry to leave, then naturally he had something important to do.    

But the lady with the jade flute actually stopped at this time, standing not more than 10 meters away from Chu Chan'er, looking at her: "It is quite a coincidence, since you are interested, we can talk for a while."