No need to guess.
These grotesque hands were most likely being controlled by this child.
Hearing Jiang Qiao's words.
The child did not answer. Instead, it began singing that ethereal nursery rhyme again:
"Bridge of Helplessness, the road is long."
"One step, one sigh, grudges and gratitude fade away."
"River of Forgetfulness, a thousand years of surrender."
"Unable to recognize familiar faces, all that remains is helplessness."
The melody was lilting and graceful, carrying the childish naivety of a little one, yet also the vicissitudes of an old man's memories.
"Do you know me too?"
"And do you have some grudge against me?"
"Sorry."
"I've lost my memory. I don't remember you."
"Perhaps you can take me to the Three Lives Stone. I've heard it can reveal the past and future. Maybe it can help me remember you."
Jiang Qiao said.
This time.
The child finally reacted differently.
It turned around.
A strange smile appeared on its tender little face. "Go back."
"Leave Yellow Springs Road."
"Leave the River of Forgetfulness."
"Leave the Three Lives Stone."
"Since you've lost your memories, then live your own life properly. Why go looking for trouble?"
Hmm?
What did that mean?
Jiang Qiao said in a deep voice, "What do you know?"
"I don't know anything." The Little Boy lightly flipped over, jumped down from the railing, patted his hands, and said, "Why did you come here? Since you've lost your memories, this is a new life."
"A new life should have a new beginning, a new process, and a new ending."
"Why bother seeking out the stories of the past?"
He was tiny.
Less than a meter tall.
Given Jiang Qiao's build, one kick would send him flying like a ball.
But for some reason.
As he looked at the child.
Jiang Qiao