The body picked it up once again.

Li Zhiyuan raised the Jianlibao in his hand and clinked glasses with the other.

"Clink!"

With a light touch, liquid spilled out from both cans.

The body took a sip.

Li Zhiyuan also took a sip, then frowned and spat it out.

The body said, "The taste of Jianlibao in your memory has also been modified."

Li Zhiyuan replied, "Hmm, it tastes awful now, like corpse water."

The body looked around and said, "It's too late, are you planning to die together?"

Li Zhiyuan put down the can, got out of bed, and walked straight to the door, stopping there.

"You've been asking my purpose, and I've been thinking about it. If I had to say a purpose, perhaps having no purpose is a kind of purpose?"

The body replied, "Simplistic."

"I just felt like it and came in to sit for a while, to drop by."

The body replied, "Childish."

Li Zhiyuan didn't argue, pushed open the door, and walked out.

As Li Zhiyuan left, the room began to rapidly restore to its original state, the broken window mended, and the incoming water vanished.

The body walked to the window, looking outside through the yellowing pale curtains.

Outside this room, there were signs of decay everywhere. The terrace floor was pitted and covered with black plants.

Even the two wicker chairs were in disrepair, stained everywhere, with insect corpses and bird droppings.

Li Zhiyuan didn't mind and lay down directly.

The large fields in front, soaked by black water, had become a wasteland, just like his current memories, and also his past life.

"Rumble..."

Black rain poured heavily, beating down on Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan's eyes were open, and through the curtain of rain, he could see segments of his past memories being rapidly altered.

The eyes of the teenager gradually lost their luster, and the eyes finally closed slowly.

The clouds above gathered, forming a twisted, ferocious face.

"I thought you were quite capable, but facing an irresistible situation, you abandoned the fight so quickly, not even bothering with a token struggle.

Yu Tiannan, before his death, could still shatter my body and suppress me, using me as the embellishment of his life's end.

Yet before my annihilation, I could only drag you along.

This leaves me very unwilling and regretful."

Li Zhiyuan, in fact, not only didn't resist but also deliberately opened all mental defense, not as a surrender to the face above, but to facilitate the body to help reset his memory.

Inside the room, the body was still standing there.

Outside, Li Zhiyuan's memory had been completely altered, theoretically possessing every trait of death except death itself.

But the body wouldn't let Li Zhiyuan die now; whether or not Li Zhiyuan entered the room earlier, the body would help him.

Because with Li Zhiyuan closing his eyes, the previously departing black rain began invading the room again.

Without external Heart Demon protection, the body here would eventually be exposed.

This was also why the body couldn't understand why Li Zhiyuan insisted on entering the room to sit, seeing it as a tacit understanding where helping him was also helping himself.

The body closed his eyes, and at this moment, he felt he understood the reasons behind Li Zhiyuan's previous series of actions.

"You're scared, scared of becoming numb under the constant modification and resetting of memories... you might even perish in the process; without my interference, you would no longer be you, eventually willingly merging with me."

This should have been good news, but good news also depends on timing. The body could see the rolling clouds outside, and before exhausting those clouds, if Li Zhiyuan truly became numb and collapsed, merging with him, he would still be exposed.

The body is an absolutely rational existence; he can delay manifesting for a better situation, how could he let it be his swan song upon awakening?

"This time, you must withstand it."

The memories of experiences carried by this body were originally shared, but theoretically, the body could take the opportunity of helping Li Zhiyuan reset his memory to make some modifications for future plotting.

But the body didn't do so; any slip could lead to Li Zhiyuan's collapse at this point.

When the body's eyes slowly opened, outside on the wicker chair, Li Zhiyuan's eyes also opened.

His memories, originally his own, began to unfold once again.

Li Zhiyuan started to reexamine his life; his memory was restored to even his earliest years, from infancy, childhood, and later arriving at Nantong.

It sounds somewhat absurd — he "walked" through his life once more.

With the resurgence of memories, the filthy, dilapidated wicker chair beneath him began to restore, the pitted terrace becoming familiar and flat again, and the fields ahead, rippling with green waves.

Yet, the sky above remained shrouded with dark clouds.

The face uttered in confusion:

"What's going on?"

It clearly had destroyed his memories, so why were his memories restored?

No time to think about the specific reasons, the black rain poured down once more.

Li Zhiyuan's opened eyes slowly closed again, his memories subjected to yet another wave of destruction, and the surrounding environment once more descended into decay.

Inside the room, the body closed its eyes again and then opened them again.

This was an unfair struggle because the teenager was one against two.

But if one argues closely, it's not reproachable because the "two" of the teenager was voluntarily split out by himself.

This made it so that the two of them could take advantage of this loophole, engaging in a prolonged battle with the face in the sky.