"Something's wrong!" Luo Fan suddenly cried out.
"Luo Fan, what's wrong?"
Everyone had been absorbed in the fact that a single New Year's Eve dinner had made them stronger. Luo Fan's sudden shout brought Zhao Chunfeng's and the others' gazes snapping toward him.
"That woman who cooked our New Year's Eve dinner just now-do you remember what she looked like? Now that I think about it, I can't remember her face at all," Luo Fan asked Zhao Chunfeng and the others.
"Her appearance? Does anyone remember what she was wearing?" Hearing Luo Fan's words, Zhao Chunfeng also questioned their companions.
"Um, was the person who came a man or a woman?" Niu Dagang asked as well.
"It seems someone came just now? Why did she come?" Han Shanzhong thought for a moment and asked.
This is bad. Everyone's memories are fading fast!
Hearing Zhao Chunfeng and the others speak one after another, and finding his own memories of that person rapidly fading too, Luo Fan's expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly took out his Vampiric Short Sword and stabbed himself in the arm. Blood immediately streamed out.
"Ah! Luo Fan, what are you doing?" Zhao Chunfeng and the others beside him were shocked to see him suddenly stab himself and questioned him in disbelief.
"I'm imitating the ancients, who tied knots to keep records," Luo Fan said.
"Tying knots to keep records? What are you trying to remember by stabbing yourself?" Lian Ziqiong asked Luo Fan.
"Uh..." Luo Fan froze at Lian Ziqiong's question.
Right, I stabbed myself to imitate keeping records with knots, using this wound as a reminder of something I absolutely mustn't forget.
But what am I supposed to remember?
Why can't I recall anything at all?
"Um, does anyone still remember anything?" After pondering for a long