70: Dead memories begin to attack me

It wasn't just the three corpses; Song Zhong felt like everything around him had undergone some kind of change.

The rocks he had been stepping on suddenly became as soft as cotton candy, and he nearly fell to the ground.

The surrounding trees began to sway with the mountain wind, and then, those trees changed; they transformed into wild boars covered in blades, running towards Song Zhong.

The moon in the sky grew smaller and smaller, while the stars grew larger and larger, until finally, the night became even brighter than the day.

Song Zhong looked at his own body; faint, reddish mist, strangely eerie, was seeping out of him.

"What's happening to me?"

Song Zhong looked around in confusion; objects that should not have had life all began to move.

They were like spirits, continuously shouting and making a racket at Song Zhong:

"Come and play with me!"

"Feiyangyang, why are you just standing there? Hurry up and help push Xiyangyang!"

"The hero is dead! The hero is dead!"

"You guys stop fighting!"

"Yanzi, how can I live without you?"

What were these things?

Suddenly, a violent pain surged into his mind; Song Zhong clutched his head tightly with both hands, trying to alleviate the pain.

But it was useless.

He looked at the wild boars still running towards him, and suddenly, a violent emotion rose in his heart.

Song Zhong charged at those wild boars, ramming into them with his head.

Thud!

A large tree crashed down.

But Song Zhong didn't stop; his pain had not been alleviated.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Song Zhong roared madly, shouting at those "wild boars," "All of you, get lost!"

Suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed again; the sky turned red!

The ground also turned red.

Song Zhong's headache seemed to have eased a bit; he looked at this world, feeling like a lonely wandering Soul.

"Where is this? Who am I?"

Song Zhong seized this brief moment of clarity; he didn't know why things had turned out this way.

Suddenly, he saw a large patch of red light spots swirling above his head.

He reached out, wanting to grab those fragments, but just as he jumped up, he found that the ground suddenly disappeared.

Song Zhong was falling rapidly.

"Where is this?"

He looked around in horror; all the previous images had vanished, replaced only by darkness, endless darkness.

"Hehehehe..."

"Hehehehe..."

"Hehehehe..."

Eerie laughter came from an unknown place, making Song Zhong's hair stand on end.

"This Transmigration person, I wonder if he'll be different this time, hehe!"

"I bet he's like the previous 47; he definitely can't bear it, and he'll explode too."

"Explode! Hahaha, I like it, Soul explosion!"

"Shut up, you fool! If this one doesn't work either, we don't know how long we'll have to wait!" A majestic voice suddenly appeared.

Song Zhong was too lazy to think anymore, but these voices, he felt, were somewhat familiar.

"It's meaningless. What if it succeeds? It's better to find some fun!"

"The previous ones all failed, all failed..."

Song Zhong's eyebrow twitched, "Too noisy!"

Just after he said that, the darkness returned to silence.

Immediately after, Song Zhong felt a little pain; he raised his hand and looked in surprise at his little finger, which had actually separated from his body.

This pain was not the pain of flesh separation, but more like the pain of Soul cutting.

Immediately after, other parts of Song Zhong's body also began to separate from his body.

The separated parts had smooth cuts, as if they had been precisely cut by some instrument.

One piece, two pieces...

"Roar!"

Song Zhong let out a roar, but soon, he could no longer make a sound.

His vocal cords had been cut into seven pieces.

Song Zhong endured the pain of his Soul being cut; at this moment, his two eyeballs had separated and were floating in the dark space.

He watched with his own eyes as his Soul was cut into pieces, and an emotion called anger suddenly surged in his heart.

Why was his Soul being cut on a chopping board like beef or mutton?

Why were these things he didn't know making comments about him?

What about Transmigration or not Transmigration? Did these guys even ask if he was willing?

Under a strong will, Song Zhong's body actually began to recover, like Lego bricks, being pieced back together, one by one.

The eerie voice sounded again.

"Oh? Fun, fun, the Soul has reversed!"

"Hehehe, maybe, this time it really can work."

"Hehehehe, things are starting to get interesting..."

Listening to these Mysterious voices, Song Zhong's anger burned again; his vocal cords were complete, and he could speak again.

"No one, can, kill, me!"

Yuan Gang was searching in the mountains, "There are footprints here, so the direction isn't wrong. He's carrying three people, so his speed shouldn't be too fast."

Suddenly, a beast-like roar attracted his attention.

"No one can kill me..."

The roar still echoed through the mountains.

"What heavy resentment!" Yuan Gang frowned tightly and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

...

Song Zhong was gasping for breath; all the surrounding darkness had disappeared, and those annoying voices were gone too.

He looked around; a faint reddish mist filled the entire mountain hollow, the ground was still as soft as cotton candy, and the surrounding wild boars hadn't disappeared either.

He was back, but it seemed he hadn't fully returned.

"Hehehe, Zombification!"

Song Zhong's hands turned grayish-green, and his sharp nails reflected a cold light.

"What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger! Hehehehehe..."

Boom!

Song Zhong vented himself recklessly; the aura of the Sea Realm was undisguised, wantonly destroying this mountain hollow.

In Cangnan City, Chen Muye was sitting in the duty room when he suddenly felt something.

He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the Training Camp, "Sea Realm? Song Zhong is in ambush, it shouldn't be him. It seems to be Yuan Gang."

Chen Muye wasn't at ease, so he went to the Calamity Raven, "Little raven, little raven, are there any disasters in Cangnan recently?"

The raven glanced at Chen Muye, then turned around and pooped on Chen Muye.

Chen Muye's face was dark; he released his clenched fists, "When Lin Qi Ye grows up and leaves this place, I must try the taste of charcoal-grilled raven."

But the next second, he started to worry again, "Song Zhong, oh Song Zhong, hurry up and come out. If I keep Mu Dong locked up, I'm afraid something will happen!"

At this moment, in a warehouse not far from the Peacekeeping Bureau, Mu Dong was lying in a large cardboard box, wearing a necklace around his neck. It was a forbidden item that Chen Muye had confiscated before, the [Hypnosis Necklace].