There was nothing to say all night. When Ye Yiming woke up, the male host had already gone out to hunt. The female host politely welcomed him to drink a bowl of porridge and went to do his own business. He was surprised to find that the girl who was traveling with the female host was still taking care of the child with the female host. He was a little confused. Although the baby was pretty and smiled very likable, the girl who was inseparable from her inseparable steps attracted his curiosity.

Curiosity is like an addictive poison. As long as you are not a saint, and you have it, it will be like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger until it cannot be suppressed, and it will gush out. So Ye Yiming came to the girl, looked down at the pair of white-washed gray cloth shoes given by the owner yesterday and said, "Your feelings for this child seem to have gone beyond the scope of maternal explanation. After all, I have the kindness of a meal, so I want to listen to your explanation."

The girl looked at the boy in front of her with a smile and said, "I will never have motherhood for the person in front of me. If you want, I would even be more willing to show motherhood in front of you hahaha."

Ye Yiming's current knowledge reserves could not understand the girl's words at all, so he could only look at the bright girl in front of him in a daze. The familiarity that had already disappeared spread quietly to his heart again at this moment.

"We met before, right?" Ye Yiming asked this question again.

When the girl heard this question, she was obviously stunned. She couldn't quite understand what the brain circuit of an amnesia should look like. She knew that the person in front of her had amnesia, because all this was originally from her means.

“Shouldn’t this question be asked yourself?”

Without waiting for Ye Yiming to have another chance to ask, the girl turned around and left, step by step, without shaking the pendant on her head, and left the village like this.

For a moment, there was only an outsider like Ye Yiming in the village. His heart, who had wanted to stay for a while, was inexplicably weakened, but he could not say no without saying anything like a girl. Although he was elegant, it was not suitable.

Ye Yiming went to say goodbye, but there was no way out because the hostess hoped to wait until the male owner came back. He usually could go back at the evening when hunting. Since it was only one more night and there was no place to go, he agreed.

This time, when it was already dark, I still didn't see the strong young man, including the three hunters in the same village who were walking with him.

It is very dangerous for ordinary people to stay in the forest when night falls, so when black erodes the earth, hunters who go into the mountains to make a living will return home and light a candle to dispel the darkness and hide the horrors in it.

The newly mothered young woman was panicking at the entrance of the village holding the hungry baby. Her fear of the unknown in the darkness and her originally weak body made her and her relatives from the other three families. She could not do anything except look at her and cry silently.

Ye Yiming stood behind them and stared at the baby who was crying and blushing, and felt a deep feeling of being touched, which was called empathy.

He watched the weak people begging a group of young and middle-aged men who were stronger than them but still helpless. Some people could not stand this atmosphere and planned to risk their lives to enter the mountain. In the end, they were dragged by another group of weak people like the crying crowd at the entrance of the village, because although they felt sorry for other people's experiences and felt that they were empathetic, no one was willing to experience it.

In the end, only one orphan who had a meal at Baijiaju stood up because no one pulled him.

He was like a lone hero, holding a torch and walking into the darkness. A light pierced the darkness and also hurt Ye Yiming's heart. He had no memory, so he didn't know what kind of person he was, but now he planned to be a nominal good person, so he chased him out without a torch, and just drilled into the thick night like ink, like a moth to a flame.

The people guarding the entrance of the village were naturally not blind. When they saw Ye Yiming throwing into the darkness, everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Even though the few people who had not returned were powerless, the young man who had just been involved in the darkness should have come back alive.

The villagers were closed, so everything they imagined was defined as a miracle, like blessings, so they believed that Ye Yiming, the ascetic monk, should be considered a god, for example, if you invade the darkness, you can do without a torch.

Ye Yiming was walking in the darkness. He knew a long time ago that he had a good view in the darkness, but darkness was darkness after all, which was disgusting, so he quickly caught up with the boy who stepped into the darkness one step ahead of him.

I don’t know if I have an illusion, the darkness that was originally thick enough to bloom around the boy became much dimmed after he approached.

A young man with no memory and another young man who had been lonely since childhood were naturally not talkative people, but the two shared a torch and walked about a mile of mountain road without any communication.

This silence of depression makes people breathless. The deeper the two walked, the richer the darkness became. Even every breath seemed to be no longer air, but substantial darkness.

"This ghost weather! There is not even a trace of starlight!" The young hunter seemed to be a little uncomfortable by this depressing atmosphere and cursed.

Ye Yiming turned his head and looked at the boy next to him. The boy looked smaller than his. His thin body shook gently in the night, and even the torch with the lighting was a little unstable. "You seem a little scared, so why do you still walk into the night alone?" Ye Yiming asked.

When the boy heard Ye Yiming's question, he stopped, tilted his head and thought for a while and replied: "I am the only one in the village who is suitable for this. After all, I am dead, so they will not feel sad. It seems that they have not lost anyone who made me an orphan!"

It seemed to be to strengthen his confidence that the boy augmented his tone for the last few words, but in the end it was a bit trembling in his voice.

Ye Yiming was a little surprised. This answer seemed reasonable, but in fact it was completely unreasonable.

"You actually care about yourself, and you seem to be afraid of this risk."

The boy was silent. Maybe he felt that Ye Yiming was right and had nowhere to refute, so he stopped talking.

There was another awkward silence, but this time the silence was broken much faster than last time. A pair of green eyes appeared silently in the darkness, reflecting a strange light.

These eyes seemed to be some kind of signal, followed by dozens of eyes, which made the two of them look a little dazzled, accompanied by some not-so-heavy breathing sounds, like a hundred-eyed demon in the darkness.

"Wolf Wolf Pack! You are a god, you shouldn't be afraid of such things, right?" The boy also thought Ye Yiming was a god, because no one could wield randomly in the void and summoned the white light.

Ye Yiming was shocked that he could keep calm while surrounded by wolves. Perhaps it was caused by the lost memory, but after all, he was lost. He seemed to be unable to do more than keep calm. "I am not a god, I don't even know who I am, so we should be buried in the wolf's belly. My name is Ye Yiming. I don't know what your name is before I die!"

The boy held the torch in his hand dejectedly, and his originally nervous heart fell into the abyss. He wanted to give up but was a little unwilling to accept it. "My name is Ye Shen, do you really have no choice?" The boy's voice was already crying, he was still very young.

Finally, he couldn't stand the depression of waiting for death. The boy pulled out a long sword he had been carrying and rushed towards the pack of wolves. The blade was slightly curled. His back was as lonely and thin as before, rushing into the darkness with a torch before.

Ye Yiming reached out to stop him. He always believed in the inexplicable way and survived, but now it was too late. He took the next step and the scenery around him turned around. Ye Yiming had already come to Ye Shen and came under the wolf kiss.

There was no time to think about what was happening to the students. People often used instinct to solve problems with this kind of danger. Ye Yiming's instinct was to raise his hand to block his chest and face, and pose an ugly defensive posture, like a turtle retracted into a shell.

What is even more commendable is that they actually achieved the same effect, and their perfect defense is even better, because the wolf that pounced on them no longer had the chance to show their fierce and violent side, and their infiltrating green pupils have been closed forever, and then they have joined the scavenging creatures and mud. Yes, they have lost their lives forever.

Although Ye Yiming's appearance is really hard to come on the table now, the final result looks no less than a miracle. Ye Shen's originally panicked and crazy eyes burst into an unparalleled spirit at this moment. He couldn't stop his hand just now, so he slashed Ye Yiming's back with a knife.

Ye Yiming was naturally unhindered. Even the torn clothes that had experienced enough time to destroy, which should have been decaying in time, were still the same. The blade that had been slightly curled with him for many years finally gave up his last trace of strength and curled it, no longer had the style of a knife.

Wolves are very smart animals. When they see the prey in front of them and cannot be easily hunted, they will give up or follow them and then look for a fatal opportunity for one blow. However, the wolves that besieged Ye Yiming this time seem to be more stubborn and crazy than their kind.

The bright green light, which was originally like a fireflies, did not retreat after seeing her companions, but instead dyed a layer of red, like a ghost fire jumping from a mass grave.

At this moment, Ye Yiming showed the influence he could see at night. All the scenery in the world had lost its traces, and the dark night seemed to have turned into a substantial obstruction of its view.
Chapter completed!