The God of Plagues

Jiang You had seen what Red-Eyes looked like when facing a crisis between life and death. He had been afraid then, too.

But compared to the terror before her eyes, that fear seemed almost weightless.

Thick blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, seeping into the gaps between his uneven scales. Soon, they had spread across his entire face, making for a horrifying sight.

He looked at Jiang You in terror, yet also glanced around helplessly.

"I—I actually..."

"I don't remember. How could I not remember?!"

His tall, lanky body staggered, swaying as if it might collapse at any moment.

His panicked voice was thick with unease.

He carefully held out both palms, but there was clearly nothing in them.

"When she was just born, she was so small, a wrinkled little bundle. Her tiny tail fiercely protected itself..."

"She was my child. I watched her grow from that tiny bundle into someone so tall, so proud!"

"How could I not remember my own child?!"

"She clearly, clearly..."

Red-Eyes tried to tell them how incredible his daughter was, how her proud radiance outshone even the moonlight...

But no matter how hard he tried, the face in his memories remained shrouded in mist.

An unprecedented panic swept over Red-Eyes like a tidal wave and drowned him. It felt as if something had clamped around his throat, forcing a low, beastlike whimper from him.

Chen Meiyu watched him calmly.

"You've lost a great deal of your memory. A deceiver's lies will eventually turn back on them.

"That is why so many deceivers go to the surface, gaining power through faith and becoming gods or immortals.

"They need faith to replenish the power that is constantly fading away.

"The past you fabricated deceived your memories, so your memories changed along