Qin Ye looked at the hand in vain and took a long time to let it go. He knew that if he did it again, he would make the same choice.

The world has entered tranquility again, and the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon is like an infinite cycle. When one ends, the remaining time is only endless darkness.

Qin Ye did not waste this time. There were no rules for the Great Trial of the Inner Demon. All the rules must be found bit by bit. He could not waste any time.

"First of all, the first rule is that this is the scene of the past, which is 'has happened'. It must not be changed. Any changes or delayed actions will be judged to be failed."

"The second rule is not considered a rule: all practices are allowed other than that."

He pondered.

It seems simple, but it is impossible to be relaxed at all. This is too easy for a "invincible magic" certified by the way of heaven.

People will be impulsive, but they won't be impulsive all the time. He can be sure that next time, he will not stop everything.

This time, it was a farewell to my past.

It is a resistance to the once powerless one.

It is a kind of memorial to my grandfather who doesn't know where his soul returns.

However, as the lord of the underworld in China, his position and responsibility destined him to cut off the love thread with wisdom.

"Grandpa..." He sighed quietly, and his voice, smile and smile were about to appear in his mind again. At this moment, his eyes suddenly flashed, he raised his head suddenly and looked around in shock.

He...can't remember his grandfather's face!

No...not only that, he couldn't remember the experience he had since childhood!

Apart from his name and background... I had no impression of my career before my age fifteen!

"This is..." The sudden shock made him have a layer of fine chicken skin all over his body. He couldn't believe it and looked at the top of his head and murmured: "Is this the so-called magic technique..."

The great judgment of the inner demon finally revealed its hideous fangs!

"There is no limit on the number of times... because it does not require limit on the number of times. Every failure is the price of losing memory?" He rubbed his chin gently, with a very solemn expression: "I have only lived for more than 120 years, and I still don't know if the memory will increase next time. If the worst result... the memory lost will double next time. Then..."

There are three more chances at most!

The worst result: next time, he will lose thirty years of memory. Next time, he will lose 60 years of memory. Then the third time... even if he came up with a crucial cracking method, he would not be able to remember it at all!

Then... it is formed: every time you enter the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon, it is equivalent to the first entry, and it is impossible to crack it! Thus, it achieves... infinite reincarnation!

Real loss!

At this moment, he was like a pack of wolves alone at night. Through the thick dark curtains, there were countless packs of wolves behind him. If he didn't pay attention, he would rush up to tear his throat.

"At most three times." A cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his hands were pinching it to death. Before he knew it, the fangs of the wolf pack had approached his throat, which made people feel that they were showing their sharpness.

what to do?

When Funiu Mountain Tai Sui was born, I don’t know what happened next. That is probably the key to the great judgment of the inner demon! And he has no confidence to break all the karma behind him in one go.

And the next failure...even if you lose fifteen years, you will not remember that you have eaten Tai Sui! The only advantage will be lost, and next... I am afraid you will be lost immediately!

Silent murderous intent, he has been forced

It's reached a dead end.

However, before he could finish his thoughts, the void around him suddenly blurred again. White lights cut through the darkness, just like Genesis.

The third great judgment of the inner demon begins!

"How could it be so fast!" Qin Ye gritted his teeth and the familiar dizziness came again. After the dizziness disappeared, he immediately opened his eyes.

Sure enough, I was already lying on the straw bed.

"Grandpa is not here, he is on his way back. When I go out now, I will meet Ye Xianzu who is asking for directions." All the clues quickly passed by in my mind. He moved, but did not stand up.

It only took him nearly an hour from the time his grandfather came back to the time he came out again.

In this hour, he had to come up with an solution. He could not let anything delay his thinking.

If he can't think of it, he will forget the next ten years and never remember the scenes that happened back then, and all doubts will be covered up. If he is now 50% of the time, he may have passed the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon. But if this failure is the case, then... it is definitely less than 10%!

How to do it...how to break this dilemma?

My thoughts have never been so active. Soon, the sound of grandpa talking softly came from outside the door. He had already met Ye Xianzu and would come in soon!

The straw under his command was almost broken by Qin Ye. He desperately recalled his advantages: not living and immortal... seeing through yin and yang... Such advantages... What will he do when he encounters memory loss? What can he do?

Pictures and speculations, familiar people kept flashing through their minds. Suddenly, his pupils shrank violently.

He remembered someone.

Lee Zhenshu.

She... lost at least six times of memory, but now she is still her.

Xia Jinse.

Her approach is...

Qin Ye immediately turned over and jumped up, rushed into the kitchen quickly, found the sickle, and then paddled into his hand.

However, at this moment, his hand... could not move at all!

In the kitchen, Qin Ye gritted his teeth and pressed his hands down desperately. However, in the air, it seemed like an invisible giant hand, holding his hand tightly, making it impossible for him to implement the following plan.

He immediately threw away the sickle, and the yin energy gathered at his fingertips, and stroked towards his arm again.

However, the moment the Yin Qi touches the skin, it immediately disappears.

"Ha..." He sneered at the corner of his mouth, and then wiped his arms hard for a few seconds, cursing through his teeth: "Damn it!"

Memory must not be recorded in any form... This is probably the third rule of the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon.

No, to be precise, there are only two rules for the Great Trial of the Inner Demon.

First, any behavior of changing memory events is determined to fail.

Second, any behavior that records memory events is determined to fail.

It seems simple, but when combined, coupled with the punishment of failure, it becomes an unsolvable defense!

"Dog! What are you... what are you doing?" Grandpa's voice came from his ears, and Qin Ye suddenly woke up. Looking back, Qin Zhongguo looked at his wrist covering his face and his sickle that had fallen to the ground, obviously passive.

"Nothing." Qin Ye pulled out an unnatural smile: "I'm just a little hungry, want to see if there is anything to eat."

He knew what his grandfather thought of in an instant, but he had no reason to commit suicide, so he could easily make excuses.

Sure enough, Qin Zhongguo did not continue to ask questions, but breathed a sigh of relief and loved to pity

He touched his head: "It will be fine... Come on, grandpa just picked some wild vegetables, let's have a good meal."

Looking at Qin Zhongguo's busy back, Qin Ye gritted his teeth hard.

He doesn't want to give up!

He couldn't guarantee that he would break through the Great Trial of the Inner Demon this time, and he had to record his memory!

"Grandpa..." He took a deep breath, and he pretended to be calm: "Do you have a pen? I suddenly remembered something and wanted to write it down."

If you cannot record it yourself, can you let others record it?

When I enter the Great Judgment of the Inner Demon again, when I see these words, can I... recall it again?

"No." Qin Zhongguo turned around for no reason: "How can there be such a thing... Isn't it enough to go out and pick up two branches and carve them on the wall? Didn't it be done before?"

"Be good, wait until grandpa cooks first, so you can't starve your good grandson."

Qin Ye raised his head and took a deep breath.

No...or no!

If grandpa asks to record, the other party will definitely agree. But... this will delay the time to go up the mountain. Tai Sui only appears for less than three minutes. If it delays... it will fail!

How to do it...how to do it?

His hands were buried in his black hair, and he combed it hard, his eyes slightly red. It was reflected in the burning earth stove fire, and there was even a bit of hideousness.

I can’t write myself, my grandfather can’t write, and now the only one I can write... Ye Xianzu?

However, even if the other party records these things, it will directly destroy everything afterwards!

After eating Tai Sui, what exactly happened in that "Tao Temple"?

Ye Xianzu is definitely one of the core figures!

Who else?

Who else can record it? At least... let him try this idea!

There was silence, only the crackling sound of firewood from the kitchen and the coughing sound of grandpa. Qin Ye seemed to hear the second hand zipped in the air, which made people feel cold.

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Zhongguo walked out, held a bowl of soup, and smiled and said, “Come on, goat, eat. I won’t be hungry after drinking porridge. Be good…”

He didn't continue talking.

He brought Qin Ye up with one hand, of course he was familiar with the other person's personality. He was half a young man, and when he had food, the other person could ignore him, but had a thoughtful look on his face. That... this thought was really not light.

"Goodan." He sighed, put down his bowl, walked to Qin Ye, and patted his shoulder: "It is a good thing to want to study."

"But we have to eat enough first before we have the strength."

"Now, what are the... fountain pens used in the city. Although we can't afford them,... a pen, pencil, maybe you can buy one or two. Obediently, ah, have a meal first, tomorrow grandpa will try to beat a fat rabbit and go down the mountain to exchange for you something?"

He was still preparing to persuade him, but Qin Ye's head had turned mechanically. He blinked his eyes and jumped up suddenly.

Pen...b...pencil...pencil...

Can't write by yourself...

And here, his only advantage is that his memory is still there and his realm is still there.

Then... there is something, maybe... it can really achieve this goal!

Thoughts were like a cold spring shattering, swelling thousands of miles. He pretended to nodded, and while his grandfather was going out to talk to Ye Xianzu, he gently grabbed his hand in the void. A silver brush appeared quietly.
Chapter completed!