"I'm the name Lyon..."

Beside the wooden door, holding the wall beside him, Lyon lowered his head, his face looked paler, and his whole body was trembling, as if he had recalled something horrible.

As the memories deepened, a sudden confusion surged into his heart, making him feel his brain blank and his whole head exploded.

In a daze, he subconsciously looked at the door and saw Adier standing outside the wooden door.

Looking at Lyon's current state quietly, Atir was also frowning, unable to understand the current situation, so he did not continue to stimulate the other party.

Looking at Adier's figure in a daze, under close contact, through the instinctive connection of something, Lyon's heart arises: "Yes, this is my name."

At this moment, he recalled everything that had happened before.

Not long ago, he took Adier through the door, but everything changed from the moment he entered the Lost City.

His memory was forcibly sealed, and then covered with new memories. He was cursed and arranged here, but he mistakenly thought that this was his hometown and completely forgot his previous purpose.

Thinking of the scenes in his memory where he lived with his relatives, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

The people in this city were dead as early as the accident three thousand years ago. The curse continued to later generations and took away countless lives.

So, what were the "relatives" who lived with him before?

"Luckily, there's Sim."

Thinking of the scenes that happened when he lost his memory before, looking at Adier standing in front of him, he couldn't help but feel glad.

This time, if he comes in alone, he will sooner or later die in this curse, and he will not even know his true identity before he dies, and will become a deadly devil.

Fortunately, there was also a first-generation awakened man who entered this time, which left him a little chance.

As the first awakened person, the other party was obviously not greatly affected. Not only did he maintain his own consciousness to a large extent, he could also recall some of his previous instructions and take the initiative to follow the clues to find himself, so that he could wake up briefly and do those things.

Thinking of this, he calmed down, his originally pale face gradually stabilized, and he regained his demeanor when he was outside: "Sim, how are you there?"

"It's awful." Seeing Lyon recovering, Atir nodded: "I was forced to get an identity in my arms and a lot of inexplicable memories were poured into one go, making me feel a little confused."

"It's already surprising that you can ensure that you're sober and even find me at this time." Lyon covered his head, feeling a vague pain in his mind: "I originally thought that it would take at least two or three days to wake up."

"I'm lucky." Atir was unwilling to say more about this question, so he changed the topic and asked about the next itinerary: "What should I do next?"

"Nothing needs to be done." Lyon replied very poorly: "Spend here for seven days quietly, wait for the evening seven days later, and immediately take me out."

"That was a special day. By that time, the entire city would undergo tremendous changes. The dead would reappear, but at that time, it was also when the gaps appeared in this forbidden area, and we had to take advantage of that opportunity to rush out."

"Seven days later?" Atir frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he nodded.

"You should be careful during this time," Lyon reminded: "When I came in this time, I had prepared myself, and several cursed objects were activated to protect me from being discovered."

"But Sim, you are different. In order to attract the forbidden area, you have not made any cover, and you will probably be eroded by the forbidden area during this period."

"I understand." Before entering, Atir had already understood this point, and he didn't have much doubt at this time, so he nodded directly.

In fact, this is also the reason why Lyon asked Adire to come in with him, so that he could share most of the dangers in this forbidden area and allow him to do his own thing with peace of mind.

Lyon did not hide this and made it clear from the beginning.

On the spot, the two continued to talk at the wooden door for a while. After communicating the memories and intelligence they obtained for a while, they separated and did their own things according to their own identities.

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Walking on the clean grass, as I walked out step by step, a crisp sound of trampling came from my feet.

Looking at the vaguely visible door in front of him, Atir's figure suddenly stopped and looked at a corner beside him.

It was an old alley, and there were not many people in it at this time. There were only a middle-aged man in ragged clothes and a vicissitudes of face lying on the ground, looking like he was unaware of life and death.

This is not a strange thing. In the other world, all kinds of people who died suddenly are everywhere, and even if they are in forbidden areas, it is not surprising at all.

What really caught his attention was the appearance of this man, who had seen him somewhere.

It was on a thick stack of materials. Before entering the Lost City, he had read a lot of information about the Lost City, some of which recorded the dead who died in the Lost City in recent years.

If you are an ordinary person, even a truly awakened person, you may not be able to remember the information completely, let alone remember the appearance of every deceased person, but for Atir, who has a chip, all this is not a problem at all.

"The comparison is completed, the facial contour is consistent, and the information is collected..."

"The deceased, Malton Ferras, traveled out with a tour group seventy-three years ago, accidentally entered the Lost City and eventually lost his trace. He was thirty-seven years old when he disappeared..."

Looking at the middle-aged man talking in the distance indifferently, Atir looked cold and walked directly to the man, then stretched out his hand.

The person who had been missing reappeared, and this incident made him curious and wanted to take action to test it and see if he could figure out some of the rules here.

The delicate and tender arms were gently lowered, but when they approached the other person's forehead, they paused slightly.

Because at this moment, on the ground, the middle-aged man, who was like a corpse, opened his eyes, and combined with his dry hair and his face full of dirt and dry blood, it seemed a little scary.

"Not dead?"

Looking at the middle-aged man who suddenly opened his eyes, Atir was a little surprised, but then his arm slowly lowered, ignoring the hideousness and hatred in the other person's eyes, and directly put it on the other person's forehead: "Be good, it'll be fine soon."

He said this with a kind look on his face. A little silver light flashed in his eyes, silencedly breaking a little ripples, covering the surrounding area several meters.

The huge mental power was mobilized at the first time, and he followed some loop and explored the body of the middle-aged man in front of him.

"The body is close to exhaustion, and most of the body has been exhausted, but the human being is still alive."

Feeling the situation on the man, Atir frowned and then soothed: "Let me see your memory."
Chapter completed!