Elai was stunned for a few seconds before he found someone calling him. Issius's voice seemed to come from a faraway place. He blinked blankly, his blue eyes were wet, and he found that his body could move his own consciousness again.

There were blue lights in the storage room, and the memory lights were no longer on. Issius shook his shoulder with concern, looking anxious. "Give me some reaction!"

"...You shake my head so dizzy."

Yilai was joking softly, and Isius was furious and stopped and let him fall back on the chair. Yilai adjusted his body, and the discomfort gradually faded, and his thoughts floated to the image he had just met.

Yilai has a concept of storing and reproducing memory. The reproduction of memory will involve people in the perspective of the person involved, and can also feel the mood. Because the degree of restoration is high, it has been popular to pass on memory as emails, and he can understand it when he comes here. However, the things that appear like ghosts in the end are far beyond his cognition.

"You just stopped yourself, like a frog staring at by a snake, and you're still sweating coldly. I think the situation is wrong, so hurry up and shake you back to your senses. Are you okay?"

Issius brought out a teapot and water cup from somewhere, poured two cups of boiling water, and pushed one in front of him. Ela took the cup obediently, "It's okay, I'm just a little scared."

"This is a memory collected earlier this year. The victim is fine. He was rescued by guild personnel before Huanghun hurt him."

"Soul?"

"Are there not many ghost-like figures appearing before the memory is over? That is the Waste Soul. Waste Souls are the afterimage of historical memory. They are like empty dolls, without emotions and thinking, without breathing and body temperature. They cannot be called living things fundamentally. They will attack people, and the attacked people will temporarily lose fragments of memory."

"Luona seems to have said that I may have been attacked by the Desolate Soul."

"Well, this is the most intuitive speculation, but the memory lost by the attack of the desolate soul can be easily retrieved through treatment. Your situation obviously does not belong to this."

Issius put the empty water cup on the table and continued, "Before the Waste Soul appears, the concentration of particles in the air will surge, and the guild will alert the residents when it senses, and the victim probably missed it. You just saw it too. After the Waste Soul appears, the concentration of particles will continue to soar, and then more Waste Souls will be produced. The stronger the historical memory, the more likely it is to produce Waste Souls, so the guild will be carpet-style "disinfection" every once in a while."

"disinfect?"

"Put up too strong historical memories to seal them to control the chance of the generation of waste souls. Once historical memories become waste souls, they can only be destroyed. Once destroyed, memories will be lost forever."

"When was the exact time when did the Waste Soul appear?"

"This year is the year of Hemali 31740, and the Doomsday War was around 30738. From the beginning of the war... it was about 31090? About 700 years ago. The Waste Soul caused a lot of trouble, and God seems to have not found a way to repair the loopholes in the world yet."

Isseus stood up and returned the memory lights used for demonstration. There were at least hundreds of memory lights on the shelf, each representing a memory. Just looking at it makes Elaine, a person who has lost his memory, envious. It would be great if half of them could be his own.

Thinking of this, a thought hit my mind like a thunderbolt. Yilai's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.

"It's still past the scheduled time." Isius checked the time, and his tone was helpless. "Yelai, we are leaving, we are going to meet other god-selected people..."

"Isseus."

Yilai suddenly called his name, his voice was so quiet and confused, and there was a sense of depression. Issius slowly turned around and saw Yilai's clenched hands on both sides of his body, and the panic oozing in his pupils was almost about to drown.

"Once historical memories become wild souls, they will be destroyed, and once they are destroyed, they will be lost forever, right?"

Elai took a deep breath, suppressed his body, and said slowly:

"A city that has lost its historical memory, even if the cityscape has not changed, will it still be the original city?"

How is it possible.

Even if it is an inanimate object, as long as it loses historical memory, it cannot be exactly the same as before, let alone a living body...

Issius' eyes widened and suddenly understood what Elaine was saying.

──Will a person who has lost his memory still be the original person?

"They're not here?"

This is the guild office of Lanying Town. It was almost noon. Isius's voice broke through the tranquility and looked a little sharp. The guild leader smiled awkwardly, with a very helpless expression.

From the stiff expression of the guild leader, Elai could even capture a hint of fear, and he came to a conclusion: the guild leader was afraid of Issius.

In fact, it is not only the guild president who stepped into the office, the originally pleasant conversation was abruptly interrupted, and his scruples were stuck all the way as if they were not. The guild system was almost popular in every town, and the God-Selected Ones were also registered in the guild, and they were under the guild headquarters of the main city, and they were listed on the list of abilities in the front row. Due to work, the God-Selected Ones were often transferred to various places for support. The visit of the God-Selected Ones could easily bring pressure from the upper and lower levels to the local guilds. In addition, the God-Selected Ones were also the children of God, and indirectly, they were also the agents of God. In addition to the worshipful eyes, they were also easily distant from people.

"When did it happen?"

Isius was not angry, but was a little irritated. Knowing that, the guild leader was still a little nervous.

"About a quarter of an hour ago. Because you were late, Lord Pansoldiya was impatient and left a sentence 'I'll get some breath' and disappeared."

"Where is the Sager people? He won't go with Pan Di, right?"

Isseus looked around. The Sager in his mouth was obviously not present, with fine lines on his eyebrows, which was a sign of frowning.

"Your Excellency Sager seems to have something to do and you have to arrive later."

"..." Issius really frowned.

Since the person he was looking for was not here, the progress of the itinerary could only be delayed. A few minutes later, Yilai appeared on the streets of Lanying Town. Issius had something to talk to the guild president, so he simply became a tourist and walked around to see the flowers.

When the strong wind blew, the slender flowers in the shape of wind chimes fell from the sky, and their eyes were dyed blue and purple. The trees full of purple flowers lined up along the road, and the fallen flowers were paved into purple carpets, and they would rustle when they stepped on them.
Chapter completed!