The Tyrant's Shock

Yang Jie stared fixedly at the Black-clad Men. As one of the Ten Kings, he naturally would not be frightened by Bai Ye's few words, even if the other party had indeed used some method to erase his memories.

Perhaps he had no way to defend against such a bizarre method, but he could eliminate the person using it!

"Stop pretending to be mys—"

"Almost forgot..." Bai Ye abruptly changed the subject. "I seem to have casually left something in your memories. Hehe, I've devoured too many memories over the past century, so I'm always forgetting things. Don't take offense."

Yang Jie frowned tightly. Devoured too many memories over the past century? Always forgetting things? He had never heard of anyone in North Mang possessing such abilities. Could it be...

"You're from Shelter 189!"

Seeing that Yang Jie had been successfully misled, Bai Ye knew that the fourth act—grafting one tree onto another—was complete!

Bai Ye smiled faintly. "Who I am isn't important. What's important is... who are you?"

Who... am I?

Yang Jie inexplicably felt a chill, the chilling dread that came from thinking too deeply. Memories were the most important part of a person. It was no exaggeration to say that the reason you were you was determined by your past experiences, and it was memories that carried those experiences.

When someone was born and given a name, that did not mean they were that person, because there were many people with the same name, and even people who looked alike.

Then how did you, as a completely independent individual with a complete personality, distinguish yourself from others?

Naturally, through the differences in your experiences and memories.

But when a person's memories had been altered, were you really still yourself?

"What did you do?!" Yang Jie's tone grew