Fragments of memory collided within a torrent of blood-red, like a delicate Liuli lamp shattering on the ground, each piece reflecting an image of the past, with happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy emitting different glows.
Woken from a nightmare, Han Fei had undergone a complete transformation in demeanor, his eyes void of any confusion, as if they were the first streak of starlight piercing through the night.
"This is the last memory shrine of Fu Sheng!"
Countless memories floated in his mind, Han Fei saw his past and learned many things, but he had not yet perfectly merged with those memories. He now resembled a third party, viewing his own life.
"Han Fei! Qiangwei is holding F back; you need to leave quickly. F wants to kill you!" Achong raised his scar-covered arms, wanting to help Han Fei up, but the Paperman lying on the bed glared at him as he reached out.
Just one look was enough to scare him into freezing in place, his body completely stiffened.
