Chapter 149 The Forgotten World

Chapter 149 The Forgotten World

Chapter 149 The Forgotten World
Perhaps pressure is the best teacher.

Faced with countless Meng Xiaodongs invading his memory and the pressure of being besieged by the seven elders in the real world.

Zhang Hao actually learned how to reversely invade his own memory without any instruction.

In this way, you can replace yourself and make every fragment of yourself in your memory stronger.

This was the supernatural power that Zhang Hao had never been able to use before, but he learned it just like that without even swallowing a single ghost.

"I already have this ability to make each clone as powerful as the original body, but I just didn't realize it before."

After replacing all his memories of himself, Zhang Hao slowly opened his eyes with a look of realization in his eyes.

The invasion of memory, the existence of a clone in black and white vision, can turn the world into a black and white ghost cave.

Although there are some conflicts among these supernatural things, there is still room for development in the areas in which they excel.

And although these supernatural things conflict in some aspects, it does not mean that they cannot cooperate at all.

At least the invasion of the black and white ghost den, coupled with the crying and memory invasion, has formed a perfect attack chain.

"you!"

Meng Xiaodong looked at Zhang Hao, whose aura had changed drastically, with astonishment in his eyes.

She didn't expect that her infinite invasion was actually learned by the ghost in front of her. Although the process was different, the result was the same.

Meng Xiaodong is stored in a timeline, while Zhang Hao is stored in the memory of a timeline.

There is indeed a difference between the past and the memories of the past, but the difference is not that great.

After all, the past, from another perspective, is the world in people’s memories.

What Zhang Hao deposited were his own memories, or in other words, his own past.

Meng Xiaodong tried to invade Zhang Hao again, but found that he seemed unable to invade him now.

This ghost's past is blocked by some incomprehensible spiritual power. If Meng Xiaodong insists on invading the past, she will most likely disappear.

"Welcome to the world of the dead!"

Zhang Hao looked at Meng Xiaodong who was not far away. The black and white ghost den filled the entire world.

As darkness envelops the world, strange figures appear one after another in this world.

The situations of these people are different. Some of them look just like ordinary people, but they have weird eyes and a cold aura on their bodies, like ghost slaves.

With continuous observation.

Among them, Meng Xiaodong suddenly saw an old woman who looked similar to himself.

In addition to herself, Meng Xiaodong even saw several figures who looked similar to Luo Qian, Qin Lao, and Zhang Baihua.

Meng Xiaodong felt that each of these people was familiar, but he couldn't call out their names.

Meng Xiaodong could even see that one of the approaching old men looked exactly like Zhang Dong, but she could not call out his name.

Even though it looked very similar, she could still feel that it was not Zhang Dong, but a person forgotten by the world.

"What's going on?" The situation at this time seemed to have entered Meng Xiaodong's blind spot of knowledge.

Looking at these people who reappeared, she could feel that these people really existed.

Although the looks in these people's eyes were weird, one could feel that they seemed to have feelings for each other.

People like Luo Qian and Qin Lao had strange eyes at this time, staring at the direction of Meng Xiaodong, their eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

Thinking about what Zhang Hao had just said, welcome to the world of the dead, Meng Xiaodong couldn't help but have a bold guess in his heart.

"This is a world of memories that belongs exclusively to the dead and the forgotten."

Meng Xiaodong opened his mouth slowly and looked at Zhang Hao, wanting to get an answer from his face.

However, faced with this situation, Zhang Hao did not make any response.

But in this black and white world, dense crowds of figures rushed towards Meng Xiaodong.

They used their hands and feet to hold Meng Xiaodong's body tightly, and the black and white spirits began to erode Meng Xiaodong's body along these black and white people.

All those killed by Zhang Hao will be forgotten by others, except Zhang Hao himself.

People killed by evil spirits will become ghost slaves, especially those with ghost dens. People killed by evil spirits will be more likely to become ghost slaves.

Zhang Hao had killed many people before, but apart from those ghosts in mourning clothes, he had never had any real ghost slaves.

In the past, he just thought that his ghost slaves needed other supernatural forces to appear, stop crying, or kneel down to die.
At this moment, Zhang Hao finally discovered that the person he killed had already become a member of the black and white ghost den on his way to death.

Countless souls who had long since died and been forgotten by the world were pulling at Meng Xiaodong's body.

It was like the unwillingness of the dead to return to the living. As more and more people pulled Meng Xiaodong's body, Meng Xiaodong's body suddenly turned strangely into black and white.

Meng Xiaodong felt something was wrong with herself, and she panicked for the first time.

In the past, she always invaded others from the past and replaced them in the reality, but this time she met a tough opponent.

As more and more people captured Meng Xiaodong, she could feel that her connection with this world of memory was becoming deeper and deeper.

"If I am completely pulled into the crowd, I will probably become one of the dead. From now on, even the soul-calling incense will not be able to summon me out."

From the basket in Meng Xiaodong's hand fell dolls like rags.

These are scapegoats. They are helping Meng Xiaodong share the burden of the dead souls.

However, the number of dead souls is too large.

Meng Xiaodong tried to invade these ghosts, but each invasion was just entering a new black and white world.

Moreover, as the invasion continued, Meng Xiaodong could feel that the difficulty of returning to the real world was increasing.

"Each ghost is just a medium. My invasion of his medium will not affect him. On the contrary, it will allow these ghosts to erode my body better."

Meng Xiaodong reacted quickly. She turned her attention to Zhang Hao. If she wanted to break the impasse, she had to start from the source. It was useless to take shortcuts.

As long as he can deal with Zhang Hao in front of him, he will naturally be able to break free from this world.

If it was just simple death, Meng Xiaodong would not be afraid.

Because she had died long ago and was now nothing more than a ghost, she left behind various means for people to summon her spirit just to help future generations.

But the problem is, once she dies in this world, no one will remember her, and even the items she used during her lifetime will lose any trace of her.

I’m afraid Meng Xiaodong will never have the chance to appear through soul summoning again.

Meng Xiaodong threw out a dozen scapegoats to attract the attention of the ghosts that were pulling him.

The next moment, she walked towards Zhang Hao.

She wanted to go deeper into Zhang Hao's memory, to the time when she did not have any memories of being alive, and erase the memories of that period that belonged to living people.

As Meng Xiaodong invaded and disappeared on the spot, the black and white world disappeared.

The next moment, Meng Xiaodong opened his eyes again.

At this time, Meng Xiaodong was on a bus and she looked around.

The location of the invaded person must not be too far away from where she appeared.

Looking around, Meng Xiaodong quickly found the target.

"It's actually him?"

Meng Xiaodong and Zhang Hao were sitting in the back seat of the bus. At this moment, he was chatting with two girls with excitement on his face and did not notice the changes in the bus at all.

Meng Xiaodong looked up at the other side of the bus, and at this moment an old lady raised her head, as if she had noticed her presence.

"My dead self has invaded this world? Could it be that some enemies will appear in the future and I must find the source?"

The old woman looked at Meng Xiaodong who suddenly appeared on the bus, with a hint of curiosity on her calm face.

"I don't have time to explain to you. I can only say that what I have to deal with now is the memory of a ghost still in its living state."

Meng Xiaodong noticed the old woman's gaze and reacted.

"The ghost will probably catch up with us soon. If you can, help me block it for a while."

I am not dead at this time, and now that the other party is here, I can unite with him.

"Although I don't know what happened, I can sense that you don't have much time left. Just do whatever you want to do. I will help you."

The old woman nodded and did not reject the proposal.

Meng Xiaodong didn't care about the old woman's answer and moved closer to Zhang Hao while speaking.

Because the other person is her former self, even if it is just a part of her past memory. But Meng Xiaodong knows the other person's thoughts clearly, and she knows that the other person will not refuse her proposal.

However, just as Meng Xiaodong raised his hand and was about to kill Zhang Hao in front of him, something strange happened.

Zhang Hao, who was originally filled with joy because of chatting with his beloved, suddenly felt a sense of darkness.

His eyes suddenly became cold and strange, staring at Meng Xiaodong.

The black and white ghosts spread from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the black and white colors continued to pour out in the bus.

"Bah!"

With the invasion of the black and white ghosts, the bus was forced to stop and shut down.

The next moment, in the darkness, a strange person wearing mourning clothes and a face covering walked out from Zhang Hao's body.

"Catching up!"

Meng Xiaodong's face darkened.

After this thing learned to replace its memory, it became increasingly weird.

I had just chosen the time to invade, but the other party followed immediately.

"Is this the cemetery you chose? It's a very nice place."

Zhang Hao glanced at Meng Xiaodong, and the next moment, countless souls poured in from the front and rear doors of the bus.

At this moment, everyone on the bus had a strange look on their face.

The narrow carriage was filled with dead souls at this moment. In this situation, Meng Xiaodong didn't even have a place to hide.

Among the passengers on this bus, except Yang Jian and Lin Bei who are still alive, all the others are dead.

For Zhang Hao, these people are naturally part of his army of dead souls.

Even the old woman in front showed a strange look at this moment and grabbed Meng Xiaodong's hand.

This is Zhang Hao's memory, his past, not the past of the real world.

In Zhang Hao's memory, Meng Xiaodong had died long ago.

Meng Xiaodong was stunned for a moment when she was attacked by herself from behind. She thought that there might be many enemies, but she didn't expect that even her past self would become a puppet controlled by the other party.

The attack from myself had an even more terrifying effect on Meng Xiaodong.

At this moment, Meng Xiaodong's body was losing color at a very fast speed.

The presence of the old lady on the bus further confirmed Meng Xiaodong's identity.

Soon, as darkness completely enveloped the world, the eyes of Meng Xiaodong, who was in the state of a ghost, slowly lost their color and became completely weird.

She was completely forgotten by the real world. No matter the memory of her or the things related to her, at this moment no one remembered the three words Meng Xiaodong anymore.

The forgotten dead naturally become a part of this world.

"It was solved successfully, but it's a pity that these souls don't have the supernatural powers they had in life."

Zhang Hao took a look at Meng Xiaodong's figure and couldn't help feeling sorry.

These ghosts have the characteristic of being impossible to kill, but they do not have the effect of summoning the spirits of the deceased that the necromancer could summon.

It was as if, with their death, the supernatural powers they possessed in life had been completely forgotten.

These people nowadays are nothing more than people without memories wandering in the world of the dead.

"Forget it, there's no need to delve into this. There are still enemies in reality."

Zhang Hao's figure slowly became illusory, and this strange world of black and white began to shatter.

However, before leaving, Zhang Hao still glanced at the man not far away who looked exactly like Zhang Dong.

That person has no name, but there is nothing wrong with calling him Zhang Dong.

Because when he was alive he was indeed called Zhang Dong, but this was the Zhang Dong who was killed by Zhang Hao in Baishui Town.

Apart from that special face, there is nothing left about Zhang Dong that is worth remembering by the living.

In the real world, as Zhang Hao reversely invaded his own memory, the situation here also changed drastically at this time.

After Zhang Hao who existed in the memory world possessed the supernatural powers of his original body, he began to replace the clones that walked out of the lake.

Soon, one by one, Zhang Hao in black and white came out.

Although replacing the lake water clone did not achieve the effect of replacing the self in memory that could make all selves stronger.

But Zhang Hao from the past memories still caused a lot of trouble to Luo Qian and others.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to call it trouble, because every Zhang Hao who walks out of past memories is equivalent to the level of the Seven Elders.

They invade everything around them without purpose or target.

Whether it was the evil ghost or his own clone, at this time they both became the medium for Zhang Hao to invade the real world.

Especially those ghosts in mourning clothes, these things are not real evil ghosts. As ghost slaves, they basically have no resistance when facing the replacement of the ghost master Zhang Hao.

In just a moment, dozens of Zhang Haos whose aura had reached the level of Seven Elders had appeared in the real world, and the number of these Zhang Haos was constantly increasing.

"Well, I'm old, after all. If I were still young and alive, the outcome would be unknown."

Luo Qian's skin was dark blue, and the supernatural had corroded him to a very serious state.

Feeling that the soul-calling incense that maintained his existence was about to be completely extinguished, Luo Qian sighed helplessly.

As a ghost, he can fight with the full strength of opponents of the same level and cannot display his full strength at all.

After all, the soil in Luo Qian's grave has reached the point where anything can be buried. Once buried, even an evil ghost cannot escape.

Don’t think that when he was in Baishui Town, Zhang Hao was able to use other supernatural isolation.

But when he was in Baishui Town, Zhang Hao had to face not only the ghosts in Baishui Town, but also the evil spirits from the real world.

For example, in the original novel, when Yang Jian faced Luo Qian in Baishui Town, he used the superposition of two ghost eyes to restart the range to avoid it.

But in fact, the limit of the ghost den that the ghost eye of Baishui Town can open is only the sixth level of ghost den, and the eighth level of ghost den is required to restart the range.

If it were the real world, Yang Jian’s eight-layer ghost den might not be able to escape the fate of being buried.

"As dead people, we should have the awareness of being dead and not disturb the world of the living."

Zhang Hao returned to reality and heard Luo Qian's words. He spoke coldly, and before Luo Qian's body could no longer bear it, he used the black and white ghost cave to invade the other's body.

The paranormal thought that the dead would be forgotten occurred at this moment, and black and white invaded Luo Qian's body, until finally, only a black and white portrait of the old man was left on the ground.

However, looking at this black and white portrait of the old man, no one except Zhang Hao could call out his name.

"What the hell."

Luo Wensong and Li Qingzhi looked at the photo on the ground that looked extremely familiar, but they couldn't call out the other person's name no matter what, and their faces became extremely ugly.

With their experience, they naturally don't know what the current situation is.

The people who were killed will be completely forgotten. Can you imagine how horrible this is?
The deaths of Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong not only affected the battle situation here, but also affected Zhang Youhong.

Meng Xiaodong and Luo Qian were completely lost, and all the media in this world disappeared.

At this moment, even Zhang Youhong could not continue to copy their dolls, which undoubtedly greatly reduced Zhang Youhong's combat effectiveness.

"What happened? Why did my memory of them disappear?"

Zhang Youhong's face was gloomy. She could feel that her memory had not been invaded.

It was just like some kind of existence had completely erased all connections between his two friends in this world.

"No, I have to go help them. I can't let them get into trouble any more."

Zhang Youhong glanced at the Ghost Bride. With the complete deaths of Luo Qian and Meng Xiaodong, even the Ghost Bride could no longer continue to draw their ghosts.

Although it is somewhat realistic, it is an acceptable ending. At least the ghost bride's combat power has been weakened.

However, the enemies were two real ghosts after all, and their combat effectiveness was weakened at the same time. It was undoubtedly Zhang Youhong's side that was more affected.

Zhang Youhong controlled Li Qingzhi and Luo Wensong's puppets to resist the ghost bride, while she quickly rushed to the lake where Luo Wensong and the others were.

Not to mention other things like combat effectiveness, Zhang Youhong doesn't want her friend to disappear completely.

It is so sad that they who have fought for the supernatural all their lives could not even leave behind a name or a related tombstone.

(End of this chapter)