It was like an earthquake, with constant shaking from overhead and dust falling endlessly like heavy rain, making everyone look gray.
The pipes were also shaking violently, and some were even broken. Large amounts of water vapor and liquid gushed out. Under the continuous pressure, the water flowed violently, making the scene even more chaotic.
The Cai Gongs stood among them with expressionless faces, as if they had no emotions, and the one leading them was Zuo Zhen who stood on a high place.
Zuo Zhen looked up. He was very clear about the current situation and also knew that something was coming. They were advancing at a very fast speed, easily breaking through the defenses set up by Zuo Zhen, and then continued to move forward.
If it were Hong Xuan and the others, they would probably be scared to death, talking trash and trying to relax.
But Zuo Zhen was different. No matter whether it was the god of death or a friend who came next, his face was like a hypocritical mask and never changed at all.
People often say that as a subordinate, you always feel at ease when you see Zuo Zhen's expression.
After all, this stranger from Jiuxia has always been like this. No matter what kind of crisis he faces, there is always a faint smile on his face.
He seemed to be detached from the story. No matter whether it was sadness or joy, it seemed that everything had nothing to do with him. His face always had a calm and composed expression.
But despite feeling at ease, some people also feel fear, as if no one has ever understood Zuo Zhen, and no one knows what is hidden under that mask-like face.
"The guests are coming soon. I'm really anxious."
Zuo Zhen said easily, turned his head and looked at Mr. Cai beside him.
Lord Cai had a stiff face. The so-called "Lord Cai" was just a title. As for who they were, they themselves probably couldn't figure it out.
"What are you thinking about, Zhao Lun?"
Zuo Zhen asked suddenly. The "Mr. Cai" who was called Zhao Lun thought for a moment and then spoke slowly.
"I'm reminiscing about my childhood," said Zhao Lun.
"Oh? That sounds good."
"Well, my family has had Anonymous for generations, so I started training when I was very young."
Zhao Lun recalled.
Zuo Zhen nodded slightly and said something silently, as if he was repeating Zhao Lun's words.
"I remember the training ground was built next to the lake, and the ground was paved with bluestone..."
The memory was very vague. No matter how hard Zhao Lun tried to spy, the scene he saw still seemed unreal, like a hazy dream.
But even so, he still stubbornly believed that this was real, that he had experienced it personally and that it was engraved in his soul.
"I remember there was a huge maple tree there. I don't know how many years it had been growing... It should be the largest maple tree I have ever seen. In late autumn, the leaves turned into a fiery red gold and fell everywhere, painting the lake with a golden color, like flowing gold."
Zhao Lun's voice was filled with an immense sense of nostalgia, and at the same time, great cherishment.
In his mind, apart from orders and missions, this seemed to be the only memory he had that belonged to him.
Because of the influence of the anti-memetic protection on the anonymous people, as time goes by and the protection increases, their memories will be eroded little by little, until they lose all their memories. In the end, even their own existence will completely disappear and be completely erased from this world.