If Duan Shousheng's words were true, he could count as one of Famous Sword Middle School's ancient alumni.
After a brief pause, Yue Wen continued reading.
[Duan Shousheng: Corpse Demon was once a noble member of the Demon Race, just like you. But he died who knows how many years ago. His body never decayed, and intelligence arose within it again. Now it is hard to say whether he is a Nightmare Wraith or a demon.]
[Duan Shousheng: He has never known his own origins.]
[Duan Shousheng: I'm done. The rest of you should report too.]
[Heart-Ripping Woman: Where am I from? The Human Race, of course. All I remember is that I came to claim the inheritance. No, don't come! Snake Mountain is a trap! Don't come!]
[Starving Ghost (dragging Heart-Ripping Woman away by her leg): Lord Qimo Tuo, I remember. I was a Demonic Cultivator. I wanted to revive the Nightmare God Divine Cult! But... what is the Nightmare God Divine Cult? I don't know...]
[Medicine Jar: I remember being very rich, and I remember someone waiting for me... Right, what day of the week is it?]
[Two-Headed Flood Dragon: I remember having only one head once. I churned rivers and overturned seas. Everyone feared me! As for how I ended up with two heads, I don't remember...]
Reading their accounts, Yue Wen felt that simply letting them talk probably would not yield anything more.
They probably were not deliberately hiding anything. If they wanted to hide something, they could simply say they did not know or invent some background for themselves. There was no need to offer fragments of memories here.
Yue Wen had once suspected that all these people had died beneath Snake Mountain, leaving their souls incomplete, with only these memories remaining.
But if it