Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 223 Dream

Only after the woman left the house did Zhu Wuyao have time to sort out the extra memories in his mind.

Memories of three different lives are a jumbled mess.

There seem to be some signs of integration.

For example, the Loch Ness Monster described in the travelogue, in Zhu Wuyao's current memory, is a species similar to a monster from the cultivation world that she encountered when she traveled to the south and came across Lingze.

The so-called crop circles are actually similar to formations or arrays.

Memories from different worlds seem to form a self-consistent whole.

However, items such as cell phones and microwave ovens still look out of place.

These things are completely different from the style of art in the rest of the world. When Zhu Wuyao thinks of them, he feels a strong sense of incongruity, a feeling that lingers in his memory—

As she walked through the wilderness, she suddenly took out her phone and began exchanging travel experiences with fellow travelers.

...?

The inexplicable things in Zhu Wuyao's memory were things that no one in this world had ever seen, so no one could explain them away.

But she also had some concerns.

Now that she has entered and become one of many consciousnesses, will her perception merge with the perceptions of the others?

For example, one day, someone suddenly pulls a ballpoint pen out of their pocket?

At that time, the unease in her memory will fade away, and she may be gradually assimilated.

But then, upon further reflection, Zhu Wuyao felt relieved.

Although she knew about mobile phones, she didn't know how they were made.

If a cell phone suddenly appears out of nowhere, people will inevitably investigate how it was made, which will make more people feel it's abrupt, and more patches will need to be installed.

As she pieced together her memories, the story Fei Duhu had fabricated faded away like a dream.

She can remember things if she tries to think about them, but they don't usually affect her.

"elder sister!"

A clear and cheerful voice rang out from outside the door. When Zhu Wuyao saw the little girl appear at the door and rush towards him, he was a little stunned and subconsciously caught her in his arms.

There is a resemblance.

She stroked the little girl's hair in her arms.

Soft and jet black, with a healthy sheen.

However, her younger sister's surname is not Zhu, nor is her name Zhu Wumeng, and they are not related by blood. She is not as lively and healthy as her sister.

"Sister, you're finally back! The other day I said I wanted to travel the world like you, and Mother said she'd beat me four times over!"

Ameng tilted her head back, her eyes bright, and looked at her sister as she continued;

"Sister, is there a new story this time? I still remember the Lilliput story you told me before!"

Zhu Wuyao's hand, which was touching her hair, suddenly stopped.

Then, little by little, it curled up and quietly moved away from A-Meng's hair.

Because she really had told her sister the story of Lilliput.

A slight coincidence in their resemblance would make Zhu Wuyao feel a little more favor and pity for the little girl in front of him.

But if it was a group of beings who read her memories and turned A-Meng into this...

Zhu Wuyao would only feel disgust and aversion.

She didn't know what Ah Meng was originally like, but this kind of behavior from the various characters was unfair to both Ah Meng and her sister.

Gently lifting A-Meng from his arms, Zhu Wuyao said with a smile:

"I've written down a lot of interesting stories. I'll organize them these days and find a bookstore to print them out. I'll send you a copy when the time comes."

"Mmm! Big sister is the best!"

She wouldn't take her anger out on a little girl.

After the reunion dinner, there was a long exchange of pleasantries. Zhu Wuyao had never experienced being surrounded by family affection before, so he found it a little difficult to cope.

After finally finishing dinner, I wish to sneak out and meet up with my close friends at night.

She arrived at the Xulan Winery with a rather troubled feeling.

I spotted Ye Xiaozhou at a glance.

Two empty jars were on the table. One jar still had its clay seal broken, and Ye Xiaozhou was eating peanuts with chopsticks.

When she saw people coming, she raised her hand to greet them.

"Come, have a seat. This Xulan Winery really has something special. No wonder they dare to charge such high prices."

Zhu Wuyao sat down, poured himself a cup, took a small sip, and found it indeed refreshing and mellow.

Ye Xiaozhou took a big gulp and continued:

"Luckily you don't like to drink, otherwise I couldn't afford to treat you. That damn grandson of a bitch, the money in here is actually the currency of the demon race!"

Zhu Wuyao just came in and hasn't noticed these things yet.

She touched her purse and was surprised to find money inside.

Is the funding allocated based on the character's backstory?

Ye Xiaozhou was a knife seller who would buy knives on credit without paying, and he was quite extravagant, so he was always broke. However, he suffered from a condition where he would die of anxiety if he didn't have money, so he always had to save up.

That's true. If she suddenly found herself penniless, she might start to doubt herself and wonder how the money disappeared.

But Ye Xiaozhou wouldn't.

She ordered another jar of wine and brought it to the table, then got straight to the point and asked:

Do you know where this is?

Ye Xiaozhou nodded and said:

"At first I didn't know. I thought I was a conman who swindled people by selling knives on credit. I was exposed for cheating people in the previous town, so I was injured and penniless."

"The more I thought about it, the more something seemed off."

“My luck here is bad, so I’m unwilling to become a knife-selling man and borrow luck from all over the place.”

"After arriving in Biyi City, I started looking for people to sell knives on credit, but after looking at everyone in the city, I didn't like any of them."

"He is noble and wealthy, but that's all."

"I find it really strange that I would become a knife seller instead of actually using a knife to kill people. The more I think about it, the more incomprehensible it becomes; it's utterly absurd."

"Well, I just remembered."

Zhu Wuyao listened with great amazement.

The traditional interpretation of Lake Feld is that one's personal will must override world consciousness in order to break free from constraints and achieve liberation.

Instead of relying on the Loch Ness Monster.

Ye Xiaozhou continued:

"Once I remembered, it became easy to guess. This was clearly the territory of the demon race. And then I remembered that I had promised Azi that I would come to Feidu Lake. The truth was obvious."

"By the way, how did you manage to remain unaffected?"

"I went to the Zhu family today to inquire about something. They used to have one daughter, but suddenly they had two daughters, and that's when I met you."

Zhu Wuyao remained silent for a moment.

What did she say?

Her personal memories are incompatible with the collective memories of others, resulting in a rejection reaction and preventing them from functioning.

Zhu Wuyao vaguely replied:

"I'm a writer of storybooks, and I often doubt the reality of the world. As soon as I entered this world, I thought—this world might be fake."

"Then the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off."

Ye Xiaozhou took a sip of wine and sighed:

"I never would have guessed that you'd be thinking about these things all the time. No wonder I always felt like you had an inexhaustible supply of new ideas for your stories."

"You're going crazy, aren't you? There's something wrong with your head. Shouldn't you go see a doctor?"

Sensing Ye Xiaozhou's slightly concerned gaze, Zhu Wuyao quickly changed the subject, saying:

"You arrived early. Did you notice anything unusual?"

Ye Xiaozhou chuckled twice.

"Yes, I've discovered that—in the City of Winged Bounds, only you and I possess cultivation!"