Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 382: Interlaced memories (3/3)

When Steward Moda said this, his expression was terrified, obviously frightened.

But neither Yin En nor Yingguang seemed to be interested, and their expressions didn't change at all.

——That's it? The talking forest next door is not ten thousand times more terrifying than your ghost.

"Is that child a boy or a girl? Is it floating in mid-air or did you just look down? Is there really no face or is it because of the light that it looks like a lake?"

Yin En asked in detail: "How did you faint?"

Because Yin En's inquiry was too professional, resulting in a lack of emotion and empathy, Steward Moda's wrinkled face was stretched for a moment in surprise-but then it wrinkled even more.

"Yes, it's a boy? It's about seven or eight years old, I can't see clearly."

Because of the young knight's persuasive guidance, the steward temporarily got rid of his fear. He frowned and responded, "It's floating in the air, and its body is translucent... He really has no face, and his face is smooth, but seeing that When I saw my face, I thought of many, many... many, many things that frightened me."

"The dead parents, my second child who died young, the girl I was afraid to pursue... There are many, many, many regrets, many, many reluctances... In an instant, I was filled with pain and unwillingness, and blamed myself I was overwhelmed with hesitation, and my brain went blank..."

As he spoke, Guan Shi's originally calm expression collapsed once again, his tears fell in big drops, and his voice was full of despair: "What is the meaning of my life? I have never pursued what is in my heart. The beauty of..."

"I'm not a good father, I just watched my child die, why don't I borrow money from the master and ask the priests of the Huaiguang Church to save my child? The master will not refuse me, I What are you afraid of, why don't I do this?!"

Steward Moda knelt on the ground, his body curled up, a kind of pain visible to the naked eye was attacking his heart.

Until a slender, white hand with sharp fingertips stretched out and pressed the top of the manager's head.

The silvery-white halo shone, making him temporarily confused, and his breathing eased.

"Aura of despair."

Sister Yingguang maintains the 'sedation technique', a nerve calming technique, she turned her head to Yin En and said: "He should really have encountered a quite powerful spirit body, and it is also a very dangerous wraith— ——He felt the pain of the wraith, I think he has something to do with the Baron also losing his child, and the reaction of ordinary people would not be so great."

"That may be the fourth blue mist entity I saw, the Viscount's 'parent and child'."

Yin En watched thoughtfully as Sister Reflecting Light placed Steward Moda, who had calmed down, on the hay mat aside: "The landslide caused by the storm six years ago killed the Baroness and her child, and at that time the Baron My child is only one or two years old."

"If he is still alive, he will indeed be seven or eight years old."

——the same age as the baron's other three adopted sons and daughters.

Besides, there is a 'spiritual body' at the age of one or two?

Could it be that the baron's parent-son is a 'chosen one' born with psychic powers?

"There are still questions to ask him."

Withdrawing his thoughts, Yin En squatted down. He took out a bottle of stamina potion from his waist, and then poured it into the mouth of the dazed-eyed Manager Moda: "Drink it? Answer my question—the other adopted son of the baron When was the adopted daughter adopted?"

"Ahem...wait a minute, why are you in the castle?!"

Drinking the stamina potion, and being soothed by the calming technique to soothe the nerves affected by the aura of despair, Manager Moda is truly awake at this moment.

The somewhat bald, middle-aged steward looked at the two 'intruders' in shock: "You are invading illegally, even the Huaiguang Church cannot invade a noble's private house!"

At first, his tone was full of momentum, but under the calm eyes of Yin En and Sister Reflecting Light, his voice became quieter.

Finally, Steward Moda lowered his head and replied with some frustration: "Well, I actually feel that something is wrong with the master, let me think about it..."

He fell into deep thought, searching out valuable information from his mind: "The first one was Young Master Mo Qiu, a three or four-year-old child who was rescued by the master from the refugee camp in the Western Plains four years ago. I lost my parents and hands and feet, and it was the first time I saw the master so angry..."

"Then Master Yinla and Miss Linda, they... eh? They...they..."

"No, it was Young Master Yinla first! But, who? Who was the first to come to the castle? Wait, my memory..."

"When did they come, I don't remember at all..."

Speaking of which, Steward Moda got stuck, and the old butler's eyes gradually became flustered again: "When...how can I not remember, I still remember that I specially prepared for the young master and the ladies. I held a welcome candy banquet, and I still remember the scene where I boiled candy to make sugar figurines, but when was that..."

"It seems that the situation is already obvious."

Sister Yingguang narrowed her eyes, and she said firmly, "His memory has been deleted. Wraiths can't do it. It should be done by a psychic who can manipulate memory."

"Two years ago, a psychic killed and replaced the identity of a wealthy businessman. Whether it was the mistress of the rich businessman or his family's servants, even the neighbors didn't notice it until a passing psychic The author sensed that something was wrong. The two incidents are very similar."

"It can be seen." Yin En's eyes flashed with water-colored psychic brilliance, and one can see from a close distance that there are some blue psychic imprints on Manager Moda's brain.

He didn't die, it was only because the other party spared his life deliberately, but a considerable part of his memory structure has been destroyed.

It seems that this psyker modified the memory about the death of his parent and child for Baron Laian.

"You should have been saved by your master and young master."

Standing up, Yin En raised his head and stared at the ancient castle: "They didn't want to kill you, so they just put you in the basement."

Lowing his head, he looked at the sluggish Steward Moda, and calmly said: "You are not stupid, Steward Moda, you must know that the baron has done some irreversible things now, and Sister Reflecting Light and I are here to He wiped his **** to prevent him from continuing to make mistakes."

Steward Moda lowered his head, staring blankly at his hands.

The old butler seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and he muttered to himself: "I have been with the master for more than forty years. He made mischievous mistakes when he was young, and I replaced him...Master, he has been very good since he was a child." , is a good lord, how could..."

"What is the master hiding from me..."

"Very well, you have obviously noticed the mistake." Yin En said in a soft tone, with a hint of indiscernible bewitching: "Now, recall carefully—about the baroness and the baron's parent and child, that is, The real situation of your 'little master'."

"After the memory is over, you can choose to cooperate with us, or you can choose not to cooperate."

"Madam and young master..."

Following Yin En's tone, Manager Moda was a little dazed and puzzled at first, obviously not knowing what to ask such an obvious question.

But soon, he showed a look of horror: "No! How could it be?!"

"Madam and young master are both dead, but why, why is there still young master in my memory..."

It's like a thunderbolt, linking the sky and the earth, and the two memories are entwined.

The old steward still remembers guiding the young master to learn to walk bit by bit, and holding the young master to visit the beautiful scenery of Lai'an Huahai.

He still remembered that the young master fell down because he was running too fast by the lake, and he was so frightened that he ran at the fastest speed in his life. I was so anxious - the young master is a noble heir with blood, just a fall, how can it be considered anything?

But he is just worried, how can he think rationally?

A pale lightning streaked across the dark sky, and rumbling thunder exploded, which could be vaguely heard even in the basement.

Everything is just like the big storm six years ago.

A series of lights and shadows began to flicker in the mind of the old man.

—heavy rain. storm. Collapsed mountain. An earthquake that shook the entire neck.

——The baron who roared and flew out of the castle. The master who knelt on the ground and cried in despair. A boy who grew up watching him grow up, and once hid in his room crying because of the scolding of the elder.

A child who hugged him who also shed tears, just as fragile as forty years ago.

[Dead, Moda...all dead...all dead, my life is meaningless...]

"No, sir! It's not your fault. If you're still alive, there's always a possibility...don't give up!"

[...]

[Yes. 】

[You are right. It's not time to despair. I can't give up yet. 】

At this moment, the old steward seemed to have activated a key element, he raised his head, his eyes were so bright that even Yin En and Ying Guang felt strange: "Yes, I remembered..."

When Manager Moda remembered, two different memories overlapped and intertwined in his mind, and finally merged into one, presenting the most authentic appearance.

He never hugged the young master, but a ghostly blue spirit surrounded him and walked through the sea of ​​flowers.

There's no one wrestling by the lake, it's just a fog swirling in the setting sun.

No child ever ate his delicious food, laughed at the sugar figures he made, never rode or brandished the little wooden horse and wooden sword that sat next to the seating furniture, and he never played The general who had passed the dragon and the enemy was defeated by the little knight and lay on the ground with an "ah".

All memories are false.

The wooden horse and the wooden sword were just standing there alone, while he and the baron were just quietly staring at these toys that had been prepared long ago but had never been used by anyone.

From morning to evening, from late night to dawn.

Only one lone spirit haunts the castle.

The misty mist, the faint blue spirit body, gradually solidified, the human form of a young child.

Because of other people's memory, because of other people's cognition, gradually condense the soul of the body.

Just, still no face...

It's still a faceless, disturbing and terrifying wraith.

But...

Moda is in charge but no longer afraid.

Because, he finally remembered.

When I turned around, the reason why the spirit body reached out to me was not to hurt him.

It just wants to reach out and touch the old man who grew up with it...

It just wants to...

Hug him.

"That's the young master..."