Emperor Xin, son's surname, and his name is Su.

A tyrant who is as famous as Jie of Xia.

Zishou looked at the person in front of him again, but found that the person was a little weird. Although he was indeed standing there, he gave Zishou a false feeling, as if this person had been fantasized.

Zishou suddenly noticed that the person's body was blurred. No matter how carefully he looked, it was like ink dripping on the water, vaguely.

There is only one face, which is quite clear.

"You are King Zhou?" The memory fragments suddenly surged into my heart, and Zishou said.

The middle-aged man showed an angry look on his face, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the title: "I am not King Zhou, I am Di Xin! My name is Zishou!"

Zishou muttered to himself: "Zishou...If you are Zishou, then who am I?"

He was not sure of his identity, but he vaguely felt that the name was very friendly.

The middle-aged man, King Zhou, sighed deeply: "You are also a child. You are the child who takes over my body. You have occupied my body, Jiang Qian, my child, and my country. I have always been huddling deep in your soul with remnants, and carefully waiting for the opportunity to take back the body."

His tone was faint, but he had no resentment and hatred.

Zishou showed a blank look on his face: "I have occupied your body?"

He seemed to have forgotten this memory.

King Zhou looked at him coldly: "All the time, I have been peeping at what you do and thinking about how to take back your body... You lost yourself when you entered the Haotian Mirror. Do you still remember a voice that reminded you? If it weren't for me, you would have died in it long ago. But you don't have to be grateful, I'm just afraid that I can't get out."

I can't remember this memory, and he said seriously and apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've forgotten it, I can't think of anything."

King Zhou said: "Of course you can't remember. You activated the Zhuxian Sword Formation and wiped out your emotions and memories. Even if you borrow someone else's soul to resurrect, it's not you."

He spoke with a little gloating, but then sighed in pain: "I wanted to occupy a new soul while your memory was wiped out, but when I tried my best, I found that I could not do it at all."

"Can't do it?" Although the person in front of him repeatedly said that he wanted to take back his body, Zishou did not have a trace of fear at this time.

King Zhou looked at him coldly and said, "I originally thought I was a remnant soul hiding deep in your soul, so I wanted to take back my body and kill you. It was not until I took action that I realized that I was not even a remnant soul. It was just a remnant mind with memory. Not only could I not occupy the new soul, but it dissipated with time. Perhaps my existence was not an accident at all, but was deliberately left by someone as a reminder of your existence."

Zishou asked, "Do you hate me?"

King Zhou shook his head and said, "Hate? I hated him to the core before, and I wish I could take back my body and swallow you every day. But it was not until your soul disintegrated that I saw my original ending in your memory."

King Zhou smiled bitterly and continued, "After getting all your memories, I no longer hate you. But I still refused to give up and wanted to seize this new one from your hands, without a trace of memory, without any emotion, and almost flawless soul. But until I did that, I realized that my thoughts were disappearing..."

King Zhou's eyes were dim and he said, "I am like a U disk that stores files. Although I store all the files on the computer, I can't replace the computer after all... The only function is to transfer the files to the computer. Can you understand this metaphor?"

Zishou suddenly realized: "You mean, you are just a tool to be left by me. The only function is to store all the memories I have experienced until the critical moment, and return the memories to me?"

King Zhou nodded slowly: "Although this U disk has its own ideas, it will never be possible to replace the computer. Maybe someone set up this game a long time ago, and I could have a trace of remnant thoughts. It was not a lucky thing, but that person did it on purpose. It was to return all the memories to you at this time."

Zishou said: "You can also not do that."

King Zhou shook his head: "The Great Shang needs a human emperor. After all, the Orphan is the Great Shang emperor. How could he bear to see the Great Shang die? How could he face the Lord to meet his ancestors?!"

Zishou was speechless. This King Zhou did not seem to be the tyrant, but I think so. The reason why King Zhou became a tyrant was also started with Su Daji's plot to deceive the saints, and King Zhou was taken over a long time ago.

"Can the ancestors and clans? Can you still see the ancestors and clans with only the rest of your mind?" Zishou said.

King Zhou did not answer this question, or he was unwilling to answer: "I will return to your origin. When the residual thoughts disappear, all the memories will be returned to you. I don't ask for anything else, I only ask for one thing."

"You said." Zishou said.

King Zhou said: "Treat Jiang Qian well..."

He sighed in pain: "I love Jiang Qian, I love myself more, but from your memory, I see myself braiding Jiang Qian and digging her eyes... I feel ashamed of her..."

King Zhou gradually penetrated into the receptor.

Zishou said: "In fact, those things have not happened in this life..."

King Zhou said: "Those things have been done must have been done... Although I hate you, you never thought of killing Jiang Qian..."

His voice gradually dimmed, as if the residual thoughts were about to disappear, and there were gradually more memories in Zishou's mind.

Traveling through King Cheng Zhou, Fei Zhong sent to fight Beihai... I met Deng Chanyu, was chased by Ma Yuan, and was turned upside down with Long Ji in the cave, and met Nuwa in the Beihai... Zhuxian Formation, Wanxian Formation, and finally used Zhuxian Sword Formation to destroy Zhunti... I died in Nuwa's arms...

Memories come one after another, and the lost emotions gradually come back.

"There is no universe here, but the reason why I can't get out of the new primordial spirit is because I have not merged with the new primordial spirit... I will return the memory to you, and I will revive my Da Shang..."

King Zhou whispered.

"I know, Da Shang may not last forever, but it will never be destroyed within a thousand years." Zishou promised.

Zishou did not communicate much with King Zhou, but he knew that he was devoted to the great Shang Dynasty and would rather his thoughts disappear than to fight for his promises.

Perhaps although King Zhou, recorded in later generations, did not bear it, and was definitely not the tyrant who could not write about it.

King Zhou's voice became lower and lower: "Okay, ten thousand years are too long, a thousand years is enough... Be careful of Luohu, he left a backhand in your origin... I once saw from your memory that was enough to destroy the saints..."

The sound stopped, and a trace of King Zhou's thoughts completely disappeared.

Zishou whispered: "I understand."

Retracting his memory and emotions, he already knew how to do it. He sat cross-legged, pursuing his mysterious skills, and rising his mind in all directions, passing through infinite darkness.

"This soul is actually..."

“Cunti?!”

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