Chapter 590 Memory

The white jade brocade box is engraved with a mysterious pattern, which seems to be the badge of a certain family. Above is a sharp claw, which seems to tear the void. Playing with the white jade brocade box in his hand, Qin Yang kept frowning. He swore that he did not like the box itself to be worth a lot of money, Lord. If this box is too familiar, it seems to have been seen in a long memory, but this memory is too far away, and he almost forgets it, as if something suddenly got stuck, no matter how much he thinks about it, he will not understand it. It's stuck like this, and no one can do anything about it.

"Dat damn it."

Qin Yang put the box on the side and said, "What should we do next?"

"Why don't you try Hell Star?" The housekeeper said quietly.

"Hm?"

"The Hell Star can take you back to all the memories of the past. This is a way to experience the mood of the Lord of Hell." The housekeeper said, "As far as your hell star can make you go back to the past and remember it once. From your infancy, it's just that you have two memories. You have to choose one of them, whether it belongs to the memory of the orphan Qin Yang or the memory of the second ancestor Qin Yang.

Qin Yang raised his legs and said, "It's hard to say. I don't know which memory this box fell to the ground."

"In this case, let Gulachi and the Royal Spirit King come to help you recall the past." The housekeeper said, "It's just that I don't know where the last piece of hell is."

Qin Yang nodded and found Gulachi and the Royal Spirit King at the same time. After explaining the reason, the Royal King and Gulachi had no hesitation. This was originally the mission of the Star of Hell. As an incarnation, the order to the Lord of Hell has always been obedient, and it was such an order, so there was nothing good for both of them. What I refuse is that the choice of location is more important. After all, the surrounding environment has a great effect on his memory. Qin Yang thought about it and chose the old house of the Qin family. The second ancestor Qin Yang has lived since he was a child. The house was bought by Qin Lie after the seventh bucket of gold earned in those years. The first six barrels were all used for Han Caixuan. .

The house is a little old. Lord Qin seems to think it is very good. He never let people renovate it. He keeps it like this all the time. When he has nothing to do, he will come with Han Caixuan to clean up the weeds under the ground and the dust in the house. Even if there is no one to live in it, it is very clean. Qin Yang walked outside the wall and jumps. He climbed in and looked at the familiar decorations in the yard. Qin Yang spit out turbid air, and the Royal Spirit King and Gulachi looked around and said, "This is a good place."

"Of course." Qin Yang sat cross-legged in the middle of the yard, while the Royal Spirit King and Gulachi sat behind him. Gulachi did not forget to light a cigarette, but he only smoked five or six mouthfuls and extinguished it. He took a deep breath. Black light appeared in his eyes, covering Qin Yang, and the Royal Spirit King was the same. Qin Yang closed his eyes slightly and his face was indifferent, but his thoughts instantly returned to more than ten years ago.

Memory is like running water, and the waves that have been stirred up are slowly precipitated in my mind. Whenever I recall it, I sometimes laugh and cry, but it is inevitable to forget some details. This time, Qin Yang has completely returned to the past memory. Familiar pictures, familiar scenes, and unforgettable encounters are constantly replaying in his mind. In addition to constantly sighing, Qin Yang did not forget to look for all the memories about the white jade box, but when he finished reading all the memories of the orphan Qin Yang, he did not find anything, and then turned to the memory of the rich second generation. Medium. From the moment he was born and opened his eyes to see his parents, his memory kept looking back. Perhaps it was because of the Qin family compound, so the memory was clear and he had forgotten many clear things. At this time, Qin Yang's spirit was completely immersed in the eyes of Qin Yang when he was young. Everything had passed, a paragraph At the beginning of a period of continuous looking back.

He kept looking for the memory of the white brocade box until the memory came to the year when he was eight years old.

In the snowy winter, it was cold and deep into the bone marrow. Eight-year-old Qin Yang lay trembling all over his body. His whole body was as red as red iron blocks, and his sweat remained uninterruptedly. This was the closest time he felt to death in his childhood. He could hear the strong wind in hell. Little Qin Yang looked at Si helplessly. Zhou is empty and uninhabited.

"Dad, Mom."

Lying on **, he felt that he had no strength in his whole body. He saw the medicine placed not far away and struggled to get down from **, but he staggered and fell to the ground. He had to say that the young Qin Yang was quite capable at this time. After struggling again, he staggered and held the chairs on both sides. He came to the table where the medicine was placed, but he was so dizzy that he couldn't see the small words written on the medicine at all. He tried to see it clearly, but as soon as he put it in front of him, there was a burst of dizziness, and then he fainted directly. At this time, Qin Yang's memory turned into darkness, and he didn't know how long. He I could hear a burst of exclamation. The voice was from his mother Han Caixuan, but she was much younger.

"Son!"

Han Caixuan and Qin Lie seemed to come in at the same time. After seeing Qin Yang falling on the ground, they were anxious. Qin Lie immediately picked him up and felt the burning temperature on his son's body. His whole body was scared of goose bumps. Regardless of the tiredness of the busy day, he hurriedly rushed to the doctor with Qin Yang. The courtyard.

The voice kept ringing, with the doctor's anxiety, Han Caixuan's encouragement and anxiety, and faintly the doctors' continuous sighing voice, accompanied by Han Caixuan's almost heartbreaking tears.

"Son, son." Han Caixuan kept shaking his body. Qin Yang wanted to tell him that he was not dead, but this was just what happened in his memory. He could only feel and watch, but could not tell anyone. It was also this time that Han Caixuan, who had been helping Qin Lie's work, completely gave up all her work and stayed at home wholeheartedly. In case your child has a similar accident this time.

"It's here, my intuition tells me it's here!"

Qin Yang kept shouting in his heart: "It's the memory of the white jade box here!"

"Keep your mind, Gu Laqi continues. I feel that someone is coming!" The Royal Spirit King said in a low voice.

Guraqi nodded silently, while the Royal Spirit King nodded in an instant. His body flashed in front of Qin Yang, and a short stick appeared in his hand, which was as hard as jade.