The door opened, and a tall, thin man stood outside.
He wore an expensive, exquisite suit with a long black coat over it, the sleeves empty, the coat casually draped over his shoulders. His dark eyelashes were lowered, his pale face felt cold even in the sunlight, and his dark eyes were like abysses. "Yuanyuan, is the outside world interesting?"
Qiu Shuyu stared at him blankly for a long time before her expression changed drastically. "You... it's you..." She was too familiar with that voice, so familiar that it sent chills down her spine. It was the man who had been constantly issuing cruel orders in the laboratory.
Li Shijian a slender, pale finger to his lips and said softly, "Now, you should call me Uncle!"
Chapter 114
Little... Uncle?
Qiu Shuyu opened her mouth, but she couldn't connect the name with that terrifying man no matter what she did.
The suppressed memories all came rushing back to life.
--Kill them.
--Pick up the knife and kill them.
--Sixteen thousand six hundred and fifty-one.
"No!" Qiu Shuyu cried, covering her head. "I'm not some Miss Siyuan!"
Li Shijian approached her, his cold fingers tracing her dark, glossy hair, gently stroking her cheek, and lightly touching her brow. "Don't be afraid, your memories are sealed, I will help you unlock them."
Wisps of white light emanated from his fingertips, like the mycelium of a mushroom, and instantly seeped into his skin upon contact.
Qiu Shuyu was stunned for a moment. There was a small, transparent dot between her eyebrows, crystal clear and reflecting colorful light. If Song Xiaozhu were there, she would recognize it at a glance—it was Fragment of the Heart of the Creator.
Like a flood, Qiu Shuyu's mind was flooded with a deluge of memories.
Her father is Li Shihai.
She has always lived in the Holy City " in the Clouds ".
She lived a life of unimaginable luxury, with countless people eating, drinking, and playing with her, sharing her joy, happiness, and even frantic anxiety when she was angry...
Is this her memory?
Is this the life she once had?
She is Li Siyuan, the only daughter of the head of the Han-Tang Group.
No, no!
Qiu Shuyu's memories of the laboratory were too vivid; giant rats with human faces pounced on her, instantly overwhelming the memories of these absurd young ladies.
"I am not Li Siyuan. I grew up in the lab... and was treated as..."
" Siyuan, those are memories from your past life."
"Previous... life?"
"Yes, your past life is over. You are now Li Siyuan."
"Am I dead?"
"Think carefully, were you murdered?"
The image of the boy rushing towards her in a frenzy and stabbing her in the chest is etched in my mind.
Yes... she's dead.
He was killed.
Li Shijian watched as the girl's face gradually calmed down, then moved his fingertips away. As if a dream were ending, the delicate lines returned to his palm, but those lines that belonged to...
Li Siyuan's memories have been deeply ingrained in Qiu Shuyu's mind.
"What happened in the past doesn't matter. You are Li Siyuan now."
"I... am Li Siyuan..."
"Wouldn't it be better to become Li Siyuan? You can inherit the Han-Tang Group, gain immense power, and protect those you want to protect."
The last sentence stung Qiu Shuyu. Her eyes flickered, a mixture of unease and resentment rising within her. She hated her own cowardice, her own incompetence, her inability to help Xiao... Xiao...
The name was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say it.
"It's me." Li Shijian held her hand and said gently, "Your uncle."
Qiu Shuyu turned to look at him, her lips moving slightly. "Little... Uncle."
Was it him, the person she had always been thinking about?
Why does she always remember another surname, not Li, but Song?
"Uncle, did you used to have the surname Song?"
A sliver of color returned to Li Shijian's pale face, as if he were recalling something extremely happy, and his icy voice softened. "We once made a promise that after escaping ' Clouds,' we would change our surname to Song."
Qiu Shuyu said in a daze, "So that's how it is."
She seemed to indeed have such a memory: her uncle was lying in a hospital bed, on the verge of death, and she stayed by his side day and night, encouraging him.
"Don't say discouraging things, we agreed to leave together!"
"Um."
"At that time, we won't care about the Li Clan of the Han-Tang."
"... So what should our surname be?"
"Hmm..." Her voice was bright, like light piercing through the clouds, "Song!"
"Why?"
"It's a homonym. 'Song' comes after the Li Clan of the Han-Tang dynasties, and as you know, the most famous dynasty after the Han-Tang was the Song."
Qiu Shuyu felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It didn't originate from the uncle, but from the girl who spoke.
It was a strange feeling; it was clearly herself, yet she felt a sense of familiarity with "herself."
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After seeing Shen Qi off, Song Xiaozhu sat alone in the room, sorting out her thoughts.
First, the Synthesizer previously belonged to Li Shihai, who used Synthesizer to create the Han-Tang Group, which dominated the entire Huaxia Continent, through trade.
In order to allow people to multiply and thrive, Li Shihai replicated 99 Fortress exactly like the Holy City, giving people more places to live.
For Song Xiaozhu, who possessed the Synthesizer, these things were not incomprehensible at all.
Given enough time, she can do it too.
Xiao He isn't at max level yet.
Secondly, Li Shihai did not advocate any struggle between the God-Favored. His original intention in setting up the isolation zone was very simple: ordinary people who have not awakened are powerless to resist the Polluted Beast, and he did not have the formula to synthesize Awakening Stone Fragment, so he obviously could not supply so many people to become Awakened.
Finally, Li Shihai was assassinated. The mastermind behind the scenes broke through the isolation zone through some means, allowing all the Testing Ground to "emerge" and start a life-or-death struggle among the 199 God-Favored.