Chapter 1601: Chapter 478: What Is Treasured_3
"..."
After observing them for a long time, Yan Huan finally let out a silent laugh,
"Come to think of it, it really is strange. In fact, I shouldn’t have any feelings for you...
"That’s understandable, after all, I am a transmigrator, and I haven’t seen you at all since I can remember. Suddenly feeling attached would be strange, right?"
The couple in front of him still maintained their previous expressions without moving a muscle, while Yan Huan took a deep breath and looked at Wang Yulu, saying softly,
"But...
"Maybe it’s because mothers all over the world have something in common. So, staying by your side, I can always recall a lot of things that I almost forgot...
"It’s about my real mother."
And, just as Yan Huan said this, in his palm, on the endless darkness at the top, the large thumb of the massive hand slightly curved, and the words above began to burn bit by bit,
[The Ritual of Big Thumb:]
[Retrieve what is cherished]
[As a transmigrator, you have gained a new life, but as a price, are your previous memories also becoming blurred?]
[Except for some events that seem deeply rooted in your soul, it’s as if you have completely forgotten the past]
[The faces and voices of old friends, your emotions and stories with them, all buried deep within your soul]
[But, is this really right?]
[When you see the care of this world’s "mother", whom you have never met, for you, deep within your soul, the precious things stolen by transmigration are awakening...]
[Go, awaken it, reclaim it]
[Ritual Content:]
[Without the help of Meow or Bai Yi, meet Wang Yulu in the past and stay for 15 minutes]
[In this process, your originally forgotten memories of your real parents will be engraved in the depths of your soul, never to be forgotten]
[Of course, after this, you may decide for yourself whether to save these parents you’ve never met in this life～]
[Reward: 6 crab coins]
[Note: When you perform the ritual, the host of the corresponding finger might receive some vague premonition about the ritual content]
"..."
Yes, Yan Huan was awake.
He had long known the cost of resurrecting Wang Yulu’s parents, and he never thought of doing so. The ritual did not strictly require it, which allowed Yan Huan to breathe a sigh of relief.
As a transmigrator, having a new life naturally has many advantages.
But on the contrary, the memories of the past life have also become extremely blurry.
He almost only remembered some particularly important moments that almost changed his life, and he had forgotten all other details.
This included regretting not explaining to that senior in the company.
But in the end, he had completely forgotten all the features of the person involved, only remembering the pain at that time and the withered rose on his desk.
It was the same for his parents.
He now only remembered that after the college entrance exam, when he went to study in another city, both parents drove him to the train station.
He also remembered, going through security after scanning his ID...
Entering the high-speed rail station with hopes for university life, untainted by society’s harsh realities.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt an urge to turn back and look at his parents.
He saw them standing outside the door waving at him, their faces in memory blurry as if smiling, yet possibly crying.
But at that time, he just glanced back and immediately turned around to catch the train.
Thinking back then:
Nowadays, the internet is so developed, there are plenty of ways to keep in touch online, and at the very least, video calls are an option.
However, this became the only vague impression he remembered now.
"..."
At this moment, in the past where time was frozen, Yan Huan just sat silently beside Wang Yulu’s parents.
Yet, the memories in his mind, as the ritual described, transcended the boundaries of time and space, being retrieved bit by bit.
He suddenly remembered more about his real parents from the past life.
His family was quite ordinary, unlike Wang Yulu’s shining parents; his father was a worker, his mother a teacher, growing up in the county before moving to the city for school.
His growth was not smooth, but it could be considered warm.
The family didn’t have much money, couldn’t afford a computer, but his dad would take him to his uncle’s place to play at borrowing a computer.
Of course, as a child without understanding, he used to snap the cigarettes in his father’s pack, playing by piling up the tobacco, which earned him some spankings.
His mother, apart from helping with studies, was particularly gentle, her smile resembling Wang Yulu’s, though not as beautiful.
She always liked to buy him clothes he didn’t like, from childhood to adulthood, it was always like this.
The style is always outdated and doesn’t fit the aesthetics of the era, yet the size is always perfect, even during the growth period when one’s height changes daily.
"..."
Still, for some reason, even though there are more and more memories in his mind of being cherished and cared for by his parents in his previous life, Yan Huan felt increasingly lonely sitting alone in the frozen space-time.
Because, along with those cherished memories being recovered, there was also an indescribable dark pain.
The cramped and narrow rented room, the difficulties of the modifier he bore alone without anyone to talk to, the memory of being insulted by An Le’s father as a "orphan"...
All growing together, devouring Yan Huan’s heart.
"Do you have clothes over there? I bought some and mailed them to you."
"Hey, have you found a girlfriend where you work? You need to balance work and rest, you know?"
"Son’s birthday, I’ll send you some money to buy a birthday gift (smiley face)"
"What do you mean my son died suddenly working at your company?!"
"You left just like that, what am I supposed to do, mom... Tell me..."
"If I had known, you might as well not have studied, just peacefully stayed with us, safe and sound..."
Beside his ears, the "ding ding clang clang" of crab coins dropped down from the void, ignoring the ability to pause time, directly into the account.
But simultaneously, many scenes still relentlessly drilled into Yan Huan’s mind.
Those were not memories, but sent by the Evil God...
Scenes after his sudden death and transmigration?
"..."
When he heard the heartrending cries of his mother from his previous life beside his ears, when he saw his father, whose hair had turned completely white overnight, at his own blurry shrine...
His eyes suddenly started trembling.
His bloodshot eyes looked through the words in front of him [decide whether to rescue the parents from this lifetime whom he hadn’t met] like clinging onto a lifeline, staring at the clueless Wang Yulu couple in front of him...
"Ha... Ha..."
"Buzz..."
Amidst the slight panting, he slowly reached out toward the two people in front of him.
On his body, the modifier was growing and evolving with his emotions, his desires, gradually spreading toward an uncontrollable terrifying direction.
"Bang!"
But the next second, he suddenly pressed down his uncontrollably reaching right hand with his left hand, his eyes red.
He gasped and lowered his head, drops of turbid tears rolling down.
"Drip drip... Thud thud..."
At the same time, beside his ears came the sound of clock ticking, resembling water droplets.
Meanwhile, in the current reality, a girl’s voice flew in with the wind, crossing over a dozen years, landing in his ears,
"What do you mean we have to go with you? To the Golden Lion Group?!"
"You all..."
"Let go!"
"..."
The shadow of frozen time slowly spread across Yan Huan’s face, yet his bloodshot eyes slowly rose...
As if crossing over space-time, looking toward the future Linmen.
"Drip drip... Thud thud..."
At this moment, at the entrance of Ye Mansion.
Sakuragi Hitomi’s little face turned pale as she looked at Heather, who held her expressionlessly, her small body slightly trembling with gritted teeth.
But as she looked at the many people behind her from the Golden Lion Group, she bit her lip in grievance.
While the others, An Le and Bai Yi, were hiding behind Tong Yingying.
Ye Shiyu and Tong Yingying seemed a bit bedraggled, as if there had been conflict earlier.
But facing the many people in black in front of them, the expressions of the two were different.
"Drip drip... Thud thud..."
However, just as the atmosphere at the entrance of Ye Mansion gradually solidified, sliding toward an unknown conclusion...
The next second, the clock on the wall slowly moved, pointing to "4:45."
Almost simultaneously, in the distance from Ye Mansion, in the direction of the children’s playground that no one has used for a long time, a cold wind swept across the land, instantly dropping the temperature dramatically.
Ordinary people only felt the temperature drop, but almost all the hosts present immediately had their hair stand on end, looking incredulously at that direction.
"..."
In the sky above, the sunset was gradually swallowed by darkness, making the sky above Linmen instantly darken.
Seemingly indicating that something terrifying had returned.
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