After chatting with Nindaime, I bumped into Xanxus on my way back to my room. His expression looked different from before.

I knew that the Balian cared about me a lot, even if they had a disgusted expression on their faces.

"Xiao Ying and Prynne might really be targeting Penglie."

Listening to Xanxus, I raised my head and looked at him. "Is there any useful information from Zio's side?

Zheng Yijun said that the surveillance cameras there were destroyed. Joy and the others said that the bomb was buried under the sofa a long time ago, but no one found it. "

I stood next to Xanxus, shoulder to shoulder. "I'm not there during the day. I only sleep when I go there at night. I come to the headquarters on Fridays and weekends, so I didn't find the bomb."

"Scuvaro went to the scene to investigate. It didn't affect the surrounding houses. It's impossible that the explosion didn't affect the houses nearby."

Xanxus glanced at me and continued, "The only thing that can be proven is that one of them has the ability to place the explosion at a specific location. That way, the explosion of the small house that took all the damage would be extremely powerful. It's not hard to imagine."

I stared at Xanxus's side profile and didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, I heard his voice, "Go and rest!

Since this has already happened, Penglie and the Balian won't sit back and do nothing. "

I looked at Xanxus with a smile. "Thank you, Zio."

Watching Xanxus turn around and leave, I pushed the door open and walked into the room.

Lying on the bed, I thought about what Arthur had said and stared at the ring in a daze.

Inheriting the ring's flame power?

Could it be like Ah Gang, who had a weapon that belonged to him?

Or a box pet?

But they shouldn't have the ability to create a box pet in that world. Could it be that I inherited her weapon? But what kind of weapon did I have back then?

I leaned on the table and looked at the box. If it was the Prison Temple, he would probably be able to find the key to it very quickly. But should I tell him about it or not?

It doesn't seem to matter whether or not I tell the Prison Temple, but I believe that Nindaime has already told Reborn.

In the end, I couldn't figure it out, so I fell on the bed and slowly fell asleep …

"Miss, Miss, it's time for you to wake up."

Hearing this voice, I looked up and saw an unfamiliar face. She looked at me with a gentle smile. "Miss, what's wrong?"

Just as I was about to speak, I heard a voice say, "Amy, what time is it now? Let me sleep a little longer. Besides, Dad and Mom definitely won't appear now."

Just as she spoke, I realized that my body was floating in the air as a spirit. They couldn't see me, but I could see everything. The little girl lying on the bed looked exactly like me when I was young. She looked like she was only seven or eight years old.

"Ying Ying, why aren't you getting up yet? Elizabeth should be coming to find you soon. You should know that she always asks you to go to Charles' house with her."

Hearing this voice, I looked up and saw a familiar figure. That figure was my elder sister, An Mo. She was wearing a little dress and walked to Yi Xiaoying's bedside. She looked at her with a smile and her eyes were full of love.

An Mo seemed to be much older than me, especially in front of the seven or eight-year-old Yi Xiaoying.

But Elizabeth?

Before I could react, I saw the other figure in a little dress pouncing on her. That figure couldn't be any more familiar.

Because she was Elizabeth from 'Black Deacon', Count Charles Van Domhain's childhood sweetheart. Could it be that the Charles that An Mo was talking about was the same Charles?

"Xiao Ying, why aren't you getting up yet?

You said that you would go with me to look for Charles today. "Elizabeth climbed onto the bed and looked at her with a smile." Hurry up and get up. "

"Liz, I can't go with you to look for Charles today. I promised Alan that I would go with him. Also, you should know that Alan is more pitiful than you."

Hearing Yi Ying's words, Y'lisabet said dejectedly, "Is it that orphan?

Doesn't he already have an adoptive father?

Why do you still want to go?

You promised me first. "

"Then don't go looking for Charles!

Can't you just go with me to look for Alan? "

By the time I reacted, their figures had all disappeared before my eyes.

Alan?

Could it be that Alan Walker from 'The Exorcist Boy'?

And he didn't even become a member of the Black Cult?

But why didn't the other me look surprised at all? Could it be that the Yi Xiaoying from that world didn't realize that she had transmigrated?

Or did Yi Xiaoying belong to this world from the very beginning?

The scene in front of me changed so quickly that I didn't even have time to savor the memories that came rushing into my mind. I found myself in front of a house that was covered in thick smoke.

I saw Yi Xiaoying lying on a corpse, tears trickling down her cheeks. But other than my sister's figure, I couldn't see anyone else clearly.

"Ying Ying, you have to live!

Only by living will there be hope for survival. Do you still remember what Alan said before he left? "An Mo looked at Yi Xiaoying with a satisfied smile on her face." You are our last pride. "In the end, her hand fell limply.

Yi Xiao Ying hugged their corpses and released a powerful energy. That energy seemed to want to burn everything away. She cried in despair and roared in anger.

I witnessed everything that happened, but I discovered that there was nothing I could do to change it. Perhaps I was just a bystander who witnessed everything unfold. But the strange thing was that I actually felt an inexplicable heartache. Those memories clearly didn't belong to me, so why did I feel such pain?

The moment I rubbed my eyes, the scene changed to another scene. Yi Xiaoying was in the arms of a young man, and that young man seemed to be calling her name.

When Yi Xiaoying woke up, she saw that young man. In the end, she laid in his arms and cried in despair and helplessness.

"They're all dead. All of them are dead. I'm the only one left. Tarbo, what do you think I should do?"

"You still have me. Master and the others aren't here anymore. Can you live with me in the future?"

Tarbo looked at Yi Xiaoying with eyes full of pity. "If you continue to be depressed, it's definitely not something they want to see."

Yi Xiaoying seemed to have thought of something and ran towards the pile of ruins from yesterday. Tarbo followed closely behind, afraid that those things would hurt her.

I clearly saw that the three corpses from yesterday had turned into three different-colored stones. They were the three primary colors that Arthur and the others had.

I watched as she carefully picked up the three stones. In the end, the stones emitted a gentle flame that enveloped her. She let her tears fall on the flame.

"Tarbo, I want to turn these things into the flames of the rings."

Yi Xiaoying used her bloody fingers to search for the things that she had left behind. No matter how Tarbo tried to dissuade her, it seemed to be useless. In the end, what appeared on Yi Xiaoying's hand were the seven rings.

She sat quietly in the ruins, and threw all the rings into the rocks. The rocks seemed to contain a huge amount of energy, and she wanted the rings to be refined and extracted. I didn't even know how much time had passed, and Yi Xiao Ying had already been quietly waiting by the side of the rings, not moving at all.

In the end, the rings absorbed the flames of the stones.

The last thing that appeared before me was the prototype of Arthur's ring.

Before I could think more about it, I saw that the ring was already on Yi Xiaoying's hand. She seemed to be looking for her protectors with the six rings. Later, she slowly found all her protectors: Arthur, Nielsen, Joy, James, Ryan, and Tietsch.

I watched her walk many roads and meet many different people. She also saved those who were in deep water and fire. She also killed some bad people. Just like that, she brought her protectors from one city to another. In the end, she returned to Taurmi.

Tarbo was still waiting for her with infatuation.

Yi Xiaoying died.

After experiencing so many things, she resolutely chose death. It was as if death was the best release for her.

I finally understood why Yi Xiaoying's eyes were filled with sadness, helplessness, and loneliness. It was because people who had experienced life and death would have such an expression.

I also felt heartache, sadness, and sadness. It was as if I had experienced it myself.

Yi Xiaoying recommended Tarbo to Primo. He became the Penglio family's gold sculptor.

I had always wondered why Yi Xiaoying and An Mo didn't interact. It turned out that Yi Xiaoying belonged to this world from the very beginning. That was why she didn't interact with her sister. She died alone and in despair.

What if that person was me?

What would I do?

Would I make the same decision as him?

Or could it be that what I experienced was just a dream, and that my sister and I really didn't transmigrate?

Why did they have such strange Chinese names in that era?

At that time, what kind of mentality did I have when I chose to die?

With that thought, I slowly closed my eyes and let the tears roll down my cheeks. I had experienced a different life, a life that didn't belong to me.