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Chapter 108 I Can't Tell, I Really Can't Tell

"Puff, puff..."

His heart was beating violently, and the blood was pumped out rapidly, making his vision a little congested.

Fang Weihan had never felt the violent beating of his heart so clearly.

He felt for a moment that he was going to be scared to death.

Like a roller coaster at the highest point of the track, like passing security at an airport with a bomb, like watching a movie secretly and being discovered by my mother.

It's not that he can't bear it mentally.

But the weird dream just now was too scary.

"Damn it, who is that man?"

Fang Weihan hugged his pillow, as if only this could provide him with a sense of security.

"Can he see me?"

"But isn't this a dream?"

Fang Weihan has never figured out what this so-called dream is.

When Siri hadn't closed her eyes, she once told herself that this was the sequelae of the dragon's tail devouring technique, and that she could see the memories of her ancestors.

In the previous life, at a certain moment, he would feel that the scene in front of him was inexplicably familiar, even though he could swear that he had never been there before.

There is no authoritative scientific research to prove how this is going on, but some people have suggested that it may have something to do with the hippocampus in the human brain.

Perhaps... some memory of your ancestors?

This so-called dream is just a machine that can help you go back to the past?

Fang Weihan thought of this, and quickly read a proverb:
"Everything is false, everything is permitted."

After reading it, he felt much better, and the fear just now was gone, and he even had the leisure to recall the appearance of the mysterious young man just now.

But once you start to recall, the creepy feeling will arise spontaneously.

Fang Weihan was horrified to find that he couldn't remember what that young man looked like at all.

He could only vaguely recall that he had long snow-white hair, and that he was wearing a robe of extraordinary material with mysterious patterns drawn on it.

Other than that, Fang Weihan didn't know anything.

What's even more frightening is that even this tiny memory is slowly being forgotten.

No, don't forget.

I have to figure out a way to write it down.

Fang Weihan scrambled up from the bed, quickly ran to the table, picked up a piece of paper and wrote:
"Snow-white hair, robes with mysterious patterns, about 25 years old, rich and handsome, with an aura like an exile."

He took out the Lumen Sword and pressed it on the paper to remind himself of this matter.

After doing all this, Fang Weihan breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly crawled back to bed, and continued to think about everything about this dream.

This thing appeared three times, or three and a half times.

The first time Fang Ganyi was talking with this white-haired man, they were talking about demons.

The second time is the scene of Fang Ganyi slaughtering the founding fathers, including the general Xun Ying who was killed in Mobei by the history book.

The third time was just now, when Fang Ganyi was demonstrating the Minghuang Sword Sutra to the white-haired man.

The reason why it is said to be three and a half times is because when Fang Weihan launched the Dragon Tail Devouring Technique, he heard the conversations of several people, including Fang Ganyi.

They were howling, telling him to kill them...

"So is this thing real, or is it just a dream?"

Fang Weihan opened his eyes with a solemn expression.

He looked around.

There was boundless darkness outside the window, and he didn't even see a ray of dawn.

It seemed that it was not yet dawn, and he was awakened after not sleeping for a long time.

"Yun Shu said that this is the memory of my ancestors, so how do you explain what that man said to me at the end?"

Fang Weihan recalled the man's eyes, and felt his scalp tingling and goosebumps all over his body.

That look of calmness like an abyss is really terrifying.

It was as if he already knew everything, and was announcing his victory to you calmly and indifferently.

"He's definitely spotted me, it's not a dream at all!"

Fang Weihan swallowed, feeling a little shocked.

He closed his eyes and tried to recall the first six swords of the Ming Emperor's Sword Manual demonstrated by Fang Ganyi just now.

Fang Weihan found that the memory of those sword moves seemed to be imprinted deep in his mind, and he couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

He felt that even if he forgot the URL of the small website, he would never forget these sword moves.

Originally, I only mastered the first three styles of the Minghuang Sword Manual, and I still belonged to the state of mere proficiency.

And after having this dream, now he has directly improved the proficiency of the first six poses to the state of perfection.

Assuming that he uses the Minghuang Sword Manual again now, the power will definitely not be less than that of Huiyan Duanshan learned from Tao Yunjiang.

So this is something a dream can do?

Fang Weihan wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

But if this thing is not a dream, what is it?
Fang Weihan tried his best to sort out the somewhat chaotic thoughts in his brain.

This "dream", these so-called memories of Fang Ganyi, seem to be real.

In other words, Fang Ganyi really trapped and killed Xun Ying with his own hands...

Fang Weihan frowned tightly, and let out a breath slowly.

Who is that strange looking man?
He tried his best to recall the historical materials he had read, trying to find a name corresponding to it.

But Fang Weihan was disappointed to find that no one could match his characteristics.

This person is like a ghost who has a lot of connections with Fang Ganyi, and there is no evidence of his existence.

He stretched out his hand and thumped his temple vigorously, and lay back in his quilt again.

No matter who this person is, he seems to have no hostility towards him, and even asked Fang Ganyi to demonstrate the Minghuang Sword Classic for himself.

At least his own life is not in danger, that's enough.

It is better to concentrate on solving real-life problems.

About this dream, I guess we have to wait for Yun Shu to revive with full blood before asking her if she knows.

So many spooky things, I need a Siri.

Fang Weihan closed his eyes tiredly, and soon fell asleep again.

The last thought that comes to mind is:

I have to practice quickly and break through to Rank [-] of Ming Wu as soon as possible.

……

"Your Highness? Your Highness?"

Fang Weihan vaguely heard someone calling him.

He opened his eyes sleepily and found Ning Bai standing in front of him.

"Your Highness, wake up."

Ning Bai said softly.

"An angel came to the palace, saying that the Holy Majesty is going to call His Highness into the palace to speak."

What the hell?
Fang Weihan was shocked and woke up instantly.

The emperor looking for himself?
Fang Weihan quickly sorted out what happened recently.

I guess it was because of the extermination of the Song Clan and the destruction of the dens of the Vulcan Cult last night to commend myself as an advanced model?
"Okay, I'll go right there."

Fang Weihan turned over and was about to get out of bed.

"Your Highness, wait a minute. You can't wear this outfit when you meet the Holy Majesty. I'll get another one for Your Highness."

Ning Bai ran out in a hurry.

"Go."

Fang Weihan nodded.

He glanced around and saw the Lumen sword on his desk and the piece of paper under the sword.

What is this?
Is it the words that Ningbai left for herself?
Fang Weihan picked up the Lumen Sword curiously, and looked at the piece of paper below.

I saw that it was written in somewhat messy handwriting:

"Around 25 years old."

In addition, there are a few inexplicable black spots, like what punctuation marks?
But the surrounding area is completely blank, what is marked here?
Fang Weihan took a closer look and found that it was his own handwriting.

He was bewildered.

Did I sleepwalk last night?

What about 25 years old?
What am I writing about?
Fang Weihan held the piece of paper and fell into deep thought for a while.

(End of this chapter)