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Chapter 747 Dongfang Konghong

Chapter 747 Dongfang Konghong

He came out of the Personnel Department in a daze. What Kafia said to Fang Wuwei became more and more vague in his mind. His memory and even cognition had been modified in a way that he could not perceive. Just by shaking his head, Fang Wuwei's cognition was only the last sentence that Kafia told him. He was just a lucky man, and there were countless people like him over the centuries.

Fang Wuwei didn't notice anything wrong at all. He just left with a sigh and went to the medical clinic, wanting to recover the memory that was supposedly blocked by himself.

He still didn't give up and didn't want to be troubled by endless mysteries, but after arriving at the medical clinic, the people there told him that his memory had not been modified or blocked at all, and it was very complete both at the mental and soul levels.

The medical center that claimed that it only needed the smallest fragment to revive a person had no way to treat his memory loss, and couldn't even detect it, leaving Fang Wuwei really helpless.

If it was really blocked by himself, then how powerful was the "Dongfang Konghong" who blocked this memory at that time? And why did he do this?

Fang Wuwei couldn't help but think so.

He had already greeted his sister Fang Wuyou. Since she was here, it would be fine to see her again and get together. He had been planning to get some ingredients and cook, but now he was standing in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror for a long time in silence.

This was the first time since he traveled through time that he observed his current body so carefully.

The face was no different from his, which was why he had never looked at it carefully before. But now looking at himself in the mirror, he felt that the person in the mirror was not himself, and there was another world on the other side of the mirror...but this was impossible.

Fang Wuwei stood in front of the mirror for a long time without saying a word. The faucet in front of him was not turned off, allowing the water to flow. Fang Wuwei had no intention of caring about these. He stared at the face in the mirror with his scarlet Sharingan for a long time without saying a word.

"The memory is blocked by itself... The organization can do nothing about it..."

Fang Wuwei's mumblings echoed dully in the bathroom for a while. He kept thinking about what Kafia had said, staring at himself in the mirror. His scarlet Sharingan emitted a faint scarlet blood light, and the kaleidoscope pattern in his pupils slowly rotated.

For some things, it might be better to ask yourself.

Facing himself in the mirror, Fang Wuwei had an idea. He let go of all his mental defenses, stared at his ordinary left eye in the mirror, and released a fully aggressive Tsukuyomi.

The world before his eyes was gradually covered by scarlet blood. The empty blood flowed down the wall, gradually covering everything in front of him. The mirror was completely covered, leaving only an eye flashing red light.

Fang Wuwei's Sharingan also began to shed tears of blood. Using illusion on himself without any help from a medium was tantamount to lifting himself up. However, the increasingly severe headache and dizziness, as well as the gradually illusory world, all told him... that this was working.

But at the same time as he let go of all his defenses, he maximized the attack power of the illusion, and in just a short moment he almost fainted. His spirit was greatly traumatized, his eyes went dark for a moment, and his consciousness was cut off, but he regained consciousness in just a moment, and found himself standing in his classic Tsukuyomi Hall... Fang Wuwei had never felt that the blood moon hanging high in the sky was so oppressive.

Success, what next? Can I use illusion to break the memory blockade of this body and awaken the sealed memory?

Fang Wuwei's idea was simple. Since his memory was sealed by himself and outsiders and even the organization were powerless to do anything about it, he would try to unlock it himself. Using illusion on himself was the only way he could think of.

I can only pray that this works...

But...where to start?

Fang Wuwei turned his head and looked around. The extremely empty Tsukuyomi Hall, the blood moon in the sky and the water surface under his feet were ordinary. There was no place to start. So he planned to use illusions on the basis of the Tsukuyomi that had already hit him, and dig deeper into his spirit, until he could not hold on and died mentally, or successfully unlocked his memory and returned triumphantly.

As long as he could recover that memory, all his doubts would be solved. Even if the price of failure was death, he would...

But just when Fang Wuwei was about to destroy himself and dig deeper, he suddenly felt creepy and cold all over. His spiritual perception frantically warned him, as if he was being stared at by something extremely dangerous. If he took a wrong step, he would be ruthlessly destroyed.

Fang Wuwei took a deep breath to ease the fear, then slowly looked back to see where the pressure came from.

He saw a young man standing there, staring at him quietly, his two dark eyes were empty and lifeless. The water on the ground was rippling under his feet, and the Tsukuyomi space was no longer calm.

Fang Wuwei raised his eyes and looked at the blood moon in the sky. The blood moon was trembling slightly along with the entire sky. The Tsukuyomi space... was out of his control.

"I was somewhat surprised that you could do something so close to suicide."

"I don't think you have the right to say that... The fact that you still exist is beyond expectations and even somewhat contrary to common sense..."

The man put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards Fang Wuwei. With every step he took, the terrifying aura on his body dissipated a little, until he was face to face with Fang Wuwei. The aura on his body had completely disappeared, and he seemed to have turned back into an ordinary person. But the more this happened, the more frightened Fang Wuwei became.

"Houfang Konghong...is that you?"

"it's me."

Dongfang Konghong nodded to Fang Wuwei in front of him. Two people who looked exactly the same seemed so weird in this world full of ominousness and deathly silence.

Fang Wuwei smiled bitterly.

"This is different from any time travel I've ever seen, whether it's real or in novels... The person who traveled through time is still alive, this kind of thing..."

"Strictly speaking, I can't be considered alive. It's you and us who are alive now, not me."

Dongfang Konghong stood there motionless. He was a few centimeters shorter than Fang Wuwei, and his face was more mature than Fang Wuwei. He should be seven or eight years older than he is now. He was not exactly the same as Fang Wuwei.

They seemed to be two people, yet also seemed to be one person.

Fang Wuwei felt this message from Dongfang Konghong.