When the three people returned to the store, it was already dark.
Wen Ning walked in front, Lu Ming and Feng Dema followed behind. Sparrow Spirit had already flown away and said he would go back and check on his cousin.
Walking to the door of the store, Wen Ning suddenly stopped.
There was a man sitting on the doorstep.
He looked fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing tattered clothes, but his sitting posture was upright, with his hands resting on his knees, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
The light from the street lamp shone on him, and he looked no different from a normal person, but Wen Ning could tell at a glance that there was no breath of life in this man.
is an undead
Lu Ming also noticed it, slowed down his pace, and turned his head to look at Wen Ning
Feng Dema was a hindsight, and didn't react until he got closer.
The young man raised his head, saw Wen Ning and his group, and stood up
He stood up straight and bent slightly towards Wen Ning. His movements were very old-school, like a person from the previous era.
"Excuse me, are you here Heavenly Court stationed at Mortal Realm Office?"
Wen Ning nodded.
"Yes. What's the matter with you?"
When the young man heard this answer, the expression on his face relaxed slightly, but it quickly tensed up again.
"That's right, I want to go home and I hope you can help me."
Wen Ning had a dark look on his face after listening to it.
Go home? The undead go home. They can just go back. Do they need to ask for help?
"If you want to go home, just go back."
The young man shook his head and said to Wen Ning
"It's like this. I don't remember where my home is. I don't even remember my name."
Wen Ning was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, his arms suddenly felt hot. He lowered his head and glanced at the position of his chest, knowing that Jade Emperor's Golden Register had reacted. But it was hard for him to take it out now that someone was there.
Wen Ning looked at the fifteen or sixteen-year-old young man in front of him. He was wearing clothes from the last century. He stood upright, but his face was dirty. There was a calmness in his eyes that was not consistent with his age, but he was more confused.
"You don't remember anything?"
The young man nodded.
"When did it happen?"
"I don't know. I only woke up two days ago. I was so confused that someone told me there was someone here to help me, so I came here. I've been traveling for a long time."
Wen Ning What else wanted to ask, Lu Ming spoke first from behind.
"I said, brothers, can you go in first and then talk? What's the point of standing at the door?"
Wen Ning then reacted, turned sideways, and moved away from the door.
"Come in first."
The young man nodded and followed them in.
Wen Ning leaned behind the counter and looked at this young man
"Do you know where you woke up?"
The young man shook his head.
"I don't know. But it's so prosperous there."
Wen Ning frowned.
"Prosperity? What kind of prosperity?"
The young man thought for a while, as if he was recalling something far away.
"There are many high-rise buildings. The buildings are very high and the lights are very bright. There are cars on the road, running very fast, and there are many people, all wearing new clothes."
Wen Ning After listening to this, I felt a little numb. There are many tall buildings, bright lights, many cars, and people wearing new clothes. Which city is not like this these days? Underworld can't find it out there just based on these few words.
He took another look at the young man's tattered clothes and felt a little awkward.
This kid is dressed like a refugee, but he talks properly and sits upright.
I don't know if I ask three questions.
Wen Ning leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his fingers on the counter. Lu Ming stood beside him, folding his arms, feeling worried.
"How about going to the police station tomorrow and asking? Has anyone been reported missing recently?"
Wen Ning shook his head.
"The way he is dressed, he looks like someone from decades ago. What's the use of asking at the police station."
Feng Dema squatted beside and interjected.
"Then look for Underworld and check Book of Life and Death?"
Wen Ning glanced at him.
"Book of Life and Death only has his name and Yang Shou. He doesn't even remember his name. How can he check it?"
Just when Wen Ning didn't know what to do, the young man suddenly raised his head and spoke.
"I only remember one thing."
Wen Ning looked at him.
"What's the matter?"
"I seemed to be going to defend a city."
As soon as he said this, Wen Ning's eyelids jumped.
Defend a city. The dress of the last century, tattered clothes, regular sitting posture, and the old-school arc when bending
He had something in mind, looked at the young man, and his tone was more serious than before.
"Then do you remember the name of the place you want to protect?"
The young man thought for a while and frowned, as if he was searching for something in his mind.
After a while, he shook his head
"I don't remember"
Wen Ning leaned behind the counter, looked at the young man, and suddenly spoke.
"Are you a soldier?"
When the young man heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.
"Yes, yes, I am a soldier!"
Wen Ning has a black line on his face.
"You were right when I said it. Didn't you remember it just now?"
The young man scratched his head in embarrassment, and the seriousness on his face lost a lot, revealing a somewhat silly smile.
"Hey, didn't you think of it just now? When you said that, I felt right. I must be a soldier, otherwise why would I say I want to defend the city?"
Lu Ming laughed out loud from the side.
"You don't know how to co-author, you all rely on others to prompt you, right?"
The young man scratched his head again and did not refute. The expression on his face was quite calm. Wen Ning looked at him like that and sighed, but he felt a little more at ease.
At least now we have a direction. Soldiers, fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing clothes from the last century, have to defend a city
Although this range is still large, it is much better than not knowing anything just now.
"Do you remember which army you were in?"
Wen Ning asked
The young man thought for a while, frowned, and relaxed again after a few seconds.
"Don't remember."
"Then do you remember how you died?"
The young man thought again.
"I don't know how I died. It seemed like I died suddenly."
Wen Ning nodded and did not ask any further questions.
He leaned back in his chair and went through these pieces of information in his mind. He was fifteen or sixteen years old, a soldier, and had to defend a city. He wore clothes from the last century. He couldn't remember whether he had fought in a war or not.
For those who join the army at the age of fifteen or sixteen these days, if we go back a few decades, there is a high probability that they will be in War of Resistance Against Japan or during the Liberation War.
The scope of defending the city is even smaller, and it is nothing more than those famous city defense battles.
"You stay in the store first"
Wen Ning said
"I'll check the information"
The young man nodded, Feng Dema brought out a bowl of hot water from behind and put it on his hand
The young man lowered his head and took a sip.
Lu Ming moved closer to Wen Ning and lowered his voice.
"How are you going to check?"
Wen Ning picked up the phone and looked at the time
"How else can I check? Go to Underworld."