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Amidst the chaos of your consciousness, you feel strangely influenced by the "White Moon," knowing that your simulated body contains no memories.
[However, you'll soon find out that this is an ability of the Bone Dragon, being an undead creature, primarily designed to attack the soul. The "white moon" hidden within its bones is actually another purpose of its existence.]
[Your mind flashes back to the "bone dragon tales" it had previously rambled on about, and you suddenly realize that this was its purpose!]
Yes, it attempts to create "nodes" in your memory in this way, and then, amidst the confusion of the "White Moon," uses these "nodes" to anchor memories belonging to the Bone Dragon in your mind, creating your "self-awareness"!
[And once you perceive yourself as a skeletal dragon, it can use this opportunity... to swap bodies with you!]
[After realizing this, you breathed a sigh of relief. You had thought it was a brainwashing of your soul, but it turns out it was just the power of the "White Moon," so it was nothing to fear.]
After all, for it to take over your body, it needs to exchange memories with you, but that simulated body only has about 2kb of RAM, filled with Brother Niu's user manual...
[You retained your own memories, went through the bone dragon's jumbled memories, and then opened your eyes.]
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"I feel like my throat has been stabbed hundreds of times..."
Latis gagged, struggled to his feet, and looked down at his skeletal dragon body.
"Sure enough, my consciousness was squeezed over here."
He turned his head, looked at his simulated body lying on the ground and Tang Keke beside him, shook his head, and showed no signs of worry.
"Turning into a dragon is quite fun..." Latis flicked its tail, stretched out its paw, and touched its aching head.
"Damn, I can't touch it."
He lowered his claws and felt a throbbing pain in his head. Then he remembered the arrow that had pierced his skull before he lost consciousness.
"This arrow that turned the bone dragon into a Melody Sect arrow, could it have been shot by Tang Keke?"
Latis glanced at the unconscious Don Coco, pondered for a moment, then silently turned his head away and sighed.
A feeling of being ostracized washed over him, and Latis perked up, realizing that the Bone Dragon had returned bewildered after discovering his blank memories. He chuckled inwardly and was about to leave when he suddenly realized that he seemed to possess a talent that could put an end to the Bone Dragon's struggles...
He chuckled and unleashed his "innate rebellious nature".
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dong dong dong...
"Bro, it's time to get up."
Latis's voice came from above, and Don Keke realized that it was the sound of a bell coming from his tattered helmet. He shook his head, struggled to sit up, and looked at Latis while holding his helmet.
He was holding a large, white, bone-like object in his hand, gazing into the distance as if considering where to bury it.
"What is this?"
"I can't find my broken spear," Tang Keke asked in a hoarse voice. He looked around for his broken spear but couldn't find it. Helpless, he could only walk towards Latis empty-handed.
"This is that bone dragon." Latis didn't hide anything, laughed heartily, and flicked the bone ball in his hand, saying:
“I made all its bones grow inwards and stack them very tightly. It can’t rotate its bones in the opposite direction; it can only expand and contract, so it can’t break free.”
"Oh...oh." Tang Keke nodded blankly, subconsciously glancing at the messy bone fragments inside the bone ball, and it seemed that she really did see a pair of big eye sockets in them.
"What the hell are you looking at!"
The bone ball vibrated, and a dull thud came from within, startling Tang Keke. He asked in surprise:
"It's not dead yet?"
"Can't he even speak properly? So rude!" Latis juggled the ball a few times, then laughed and said to Don Keke:
"It's alright. After the next White Moon, even if it revives, it won't remember that it was a bone dragon when it sees itself like this."
"That's good..." Tang Keke was silent for a moment, then said in a somewhat complicated tone:
"This may be the first time it has lost its memory since arriving in the Netherworld... Losing its memory can probably be considered a kind of death."
Latis paused, thinking he was talking about the Bone Dragon, then suddenly realized that Tang Keke was probably talking about his former teammate.
For the people of the underworld, they begin to watch themselves gradually lose their memories before their entire skeleton dissipates into the torrent of the white moon.
"Um……"
He remained silent for a while before coming to his senses and saying with a hint of helplessness:
"The Bone Spirit Realm is truly cruel..."
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They returned to the place where they had buried the three skeleton soldiers. Latis watched as Don Koko was offering sacrifices to the grave mound, and realized that he did indeed recognize the skeletons.
What were his feelings when he killed them and then buried them in the ground to let them rest forever?
Latis thought for a moment, but still didn't ask the question. These answers might have already disappeared in the torrent of the white moon, and even Don Keke himself might not know.
Tick.
A smooth bone fragment slid from Tang Keke's eye socket. He stood up nonchalantly, unconsciously twirling his beard, and said with a hoarse laugh:
"In that case, I'll get back on my way. Good luck, sir."
"Wait a minute."
Latis scratched his head, took the small gray flag off his back, and pointed to the empty space next to the lines "What can I say, bro?" and "We will surely reach Mount Lehrman! —Sirana," and said:
"Sir, it's a rare opportunity to meet you. Could you please leave your name here? I will take it with me to Mount Amadeus."
"Eh?"
Tang Keke scratched his head awkwardly, but his battle-damaged helmet obscured his vision. He picked up a pebble from the ground, chuckled dryly, and muttered:
"I haven't had much formal training in writing, so my handwriting is just so-so..."
Seeing Latis's insistence, Donko sighed helplessly, and while writing crookedly on the flag, he muttered along with the characters:
"We will definitely...defeat...Mount Amadeus."
He put down the gravel, looked at the writing on the flag, sighed awkwardly again, and returned it to Latis.
"Then I'll be going." Tang Keke waved his hand, wearing his tattered ancestral armor, and started walking in the direction of the river.
Where will he go...?
Latis watched Don Keke's retreating figure and couldn't help but mutter a sentence to himself. After a long while, he shook his head and looked at the small gray flag in his hand.
Suddenly, his eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously rubbed them, bringing the little gray flag close to his eyes.
Then, he quickly threw himself on the ground and rummaged through the white sand to find the bone fragment that had slipped out of Tang Keke's eye.
"you……"
Latis shouted, stood up abruptly, and ran two steps in the direction Don Keke had gone.
However, he could no longer see Tang Keke's figure. In the direction where the ever-flowing white river went, there was only boundless desolation and deathly silence.
He took a deep breath, then suddenly paused, turning to look at the hidden chamber that was faintly visible below the waterfall.
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"The life and death of mortals are like this river, flowing ceaselessly day and night."
Tang Keke stopped in front of the main channel of the river, knelt down on one knee, bent over and stretched out his hand into the river water.
Memories that didn't belong to him condensed slightly on his skeleton, then drifted away without a trace along the river. In that fleeting second, he seemed to have brushed past countless lives.
"Humans have always been like this, trying to find traces of life in the dead."
He withdrew his hand, stared at his pale hand bones for a moment, then lowered his head and took off his helmet.
A gust of wind blew by, and Tang Keke's curly, dark blue hair floated in the air in disarray. He pulled out a strand of hair, examined it in his hand for a while, and then let it drift into the river.
"There's a saying that circulated in the world before death: 'The third death is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you'... But in the world of the dead, it's about forgetting oneself."
He muttered to himself, subconsciously stroking his beard, only to find that he had accidentally pulled out a few hairs.
“…I remember now.” He paused for a moment, then suddenly realized what he had done, tossed his beard into the river, and laughed.
"I see myself as a character in a chivalric romance novel."
His cognition began to gradually disintegrate, and the mustache on his upper lip began to fall off naturally until his pale lips were revealed.
"The captain said there would be a prosperous Void Spirit City on the other side of the river, where we can sign up for the Bone Control Competition... But it seems that every time we get to the other side, we find it's already a ruin... Huh, how did I cross the river?"
The skeletal horse slowly materialized from Tang Keke's hands. Its originally powerful limbs now seemed to be twisted from something else. As the skeleton vibrated incessantly, bone fragments that did not belong to it fell off one by one. Its body straightened up and disintegrated into a huge bow.
Tang Keke gripped the bow tightly, and after a long while, he smiled with relief:
“I saw myself as Captain Musen.”
He placed the giant bow on the ground, stood up, reached behind his back with both hands, and pulled hard to remove the armor.
boom!
His tattered armor lay on the ground, revealing his slightly pale shoulders and waist.
"I am not Gloria either."
Finally, he looked around but couldn't find the spear, then remembered that it had broken in the battle with the bone dragon.
He sighed helplessly, sat down amidst a pile of scattered, old armor, cupped his face in his hands, stared blankly at the river, and muttered to himself:
"I... am not Tang Keke either."
As her few remaining strands of deep blue hair fluttered, she recalled her name—Bluebell, the same name as her favorite flower.
Bluebells are a type of hyacinth that grows in lush deciduous forests, their bulbs embedded in a thick layer of fallen leaves. Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, but the shade-loving bluebells avoid it, only emerging in the spring light after the trees overhead have shed their leaves through summer, autumn, and winter, carrying nutrients from the fallen leaves.
Perhaps because they have been hiding from the sun for too long, every time this season arrives, the bluebells open to greet the first rays of the morning sun, forming a blue-purple velvet carpet on the vast earth, as if after sleeping for too long among the fallen leaves, they now want the fallen leaves to sleep peacefully in their embrace.
Bluebell recalled the image of bluebells covering the hillsides every morning that she had seen before she was born, and a nostalgic smile unconsciously appeared on her face.
"But... I'm not just Bluebell."