This Is the Queen Mother of the West!?(Part 2)

Thud-thud~ Thud-thud~ The drumbeat-like sound continued to ring out without pause. Lost in confusion, Mo Li felt an overwhelming sense of irritation welling up inside him as he listened to it. He realized that his memories were rapidly disappearing. At first, he had merely forgotten some important people. Then he forgot what he was supposed to do. By now, he had even forgotten who he was. If this continued, would he eventually forget whether he was still alive? If that really happened, wouldn't he become a living corpse?

Who knew how much time had passed? Mo Li had truly forgotten everything. He stood there blankly, his eyes unfocused, his body swaying slightly in rhythm with the thud-thud-thud. He looked as though he might collapse at any moment.

"Mo Li! Wake up!" Just as Mo Li was about to completely lose himself, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind. It appeared so abruptly that it was like a thunderclap exploding beside him, instantly jolting the dazed Mo Li awake.

With his focus restored, Mo Li widened his eyes and breathed rapidly. Questions began repeating in his mind: "Mo Li? Who is Mo Li? My name is Mo Li? Right! My name is Mo Li!! Why did I forget my own name? Why? Who was calling me just now? Where am I?"

Question after question appeared in Mo Li's mind. Every time one emerged, he heard the sound of glass shattering inside his head. Each time that sound rang out, he recovered some of the memories he had previously forgotten. As more and more memories returned, his expression gradually changed from confusion to astonishment.

"I actually forgot so many things! What exactly happened? Were my memories erased by those eyes I saw outside the hall? Is this the Queen Mother of