Hu-Lian didn't remember how long he had lived.

  Maybe he had lived too long before he attached himself to this body. Some of his memory seemed to be missing.

  But fortunately, when he attached himself to the body, the body was just born, which made him no spend too much effort to rob the body, and the soul damage was not serious.

  After many years of cultivation, the soul damage caused by the loss of his life gradually recovered, but his memory still did not fully recover, even he had a premonition, maybe the missing memory will never come back.

  And humans are so strange. The more things they can't remember, the more they want to remember, the more they will keep thinking about them, and even become some kind of obsession in the end.

  He doesn't remember what he was like at the beginning. When he had the memories, he remembered after he became a soul with only spiritual body, wandering in the world looking for a suitable body.

  But he remembered the Great Witch inheritance of the Horn-people, and thought that he might have been a Great Witch of the Horn-people in the past. In addition, he remembered something that the Great Witch of the Bone Sculpting People could only know from more than 7000 years ago, which made him more certain of his relationship with the Horn-people.

  Implicitly, he always felt that before he became the Great Witch of the Bone Sculpting People, he seemed to have some other identity, which he could not remember no matter how he thought about it. This is one of his missing memories.

  Second, he seems to remember what he did something wrong and was punished by God, but he doesn't remember what he did wrong and why he was punished, when he did wrong, what was the punishment content was and why he became a wandering spirit.

  The third one is the most important thing he cares about. His soul told him that he must find someone to atone him. This is something he wanted to do from his heart. It seems that he will “live" again just because of this missing person. But he did not remember who he was looking for, why he was looking for him, and why he wanted to atone to him, he just remembered that he had to find the other person.

  For so many years, in addition to maintaining this body and seeking the method of becoming a God, he was constantly looking for this man.

  About 30 years ago, the Red-Horn clan found a maimed man. In the Horn-people, only babies born without horns or yuan-crystal mark on their heads can be called Heavenly Disabled, and other babies without hands, feet or blindness and deafness are treated like nothing.

  Without the existence of the Hornless-men, such babies may be born only to be sympathized and let grown up, but because there are hornless people in the world, those children who are maimed, especially those who don't have a single horn on their head, will be regarded as God's punishment and disgrace. Usually these children will be killed or even destroyed by their families before the temple is known of it.

  It was also a coincidence that the wife of the Red-Horn aristocrat was one of his temple-servant. When she gave birth, he went to see her and promised to take the child into the temple if she had good qualifications. But who would think that the child was born to be a cripple!

  He watched the child lose his mind when his family felt that they must have done something to be rejected and punished by God.

  It wasn't the first time that he was familiar with someone's appearance. The child also gave him the feeling of familiarity, but not the soul part, but his facial features. Even if his facial features haven't grown yet, Hu-Lian just felt familiar.

  Later, he took the child away, just like he had met some people who were familiar with his appearance before, and what he did was the same. Oh, by the way, the mother of the child was familiar to him because of her appearance, so he would let her serve her closely and dote on her.

  Later that time, the disabled child grew up. The more he grew up, the more his face moved him. He couldn't help loving the child. But somehow, when the child grew to sixteen, he suddenly became intolerable of him. The more the child looked like the one in his memory, the surer he was that the child was not the one he was looking for.

  In the end, he didn't even want to see the child again, but because of the face, he couldn't bear to do cruel things to him, and the child was also smart. He asked him to go to the east to prepare for the Horn-people coming to take back the East, and his heaven Disabled became an advantage they had into the East. As long as yuan-crystal covering his forehead was hidden, he was no different from the Hornless-men.

  At that time, the Horn-people had planned for many years to retake the eastern continent, and they sent many people to the East. However, the eastern blood warriors and the intelligent race were not as easily deceived as the Hornless-men on the western continent, and their progress was not so great. Therefore, he finally agreed to the request of the disabled child that day and sent him to the eastern continent.

  But after the child was sent away, he became lonely again. He missed the man in his memory and went crazy! Sometimes he doesn't understand. He clearly doesn't remember everything he had experienced with that person. So why does he miss that person so much and want to see him so much

  Now, he finally felt the familiar soul fluctuation, not the face, not the figure, not the actions and words, but the familiar feeling deeply depicted in his soul!

  Oh, and the familiar smell.

  The man always had a bitter scent of herbs. Maybe because he had been immersed in the herbs for a long time, the other smell on his body could not cover the scent of the man.

  The scent of these herbs is very special, because it combines the scent of that person alone and formed a unique taste. Even if there are other people who have been immersed in herbs for a long time, their body scent is different from that of them. Everyone's body scent is special, just like there is no one who is absolutely the same to another person, and there is no one who is absolutely the same to his man scent.

  He didn't know whether his body odor was consistent with his memory, but it was damn familiar with it, just like the fluctuation of his soul made him feel the same.

  Hu-Lian not only turned his head, but also his body. Maybe he has been looking at the intermediate level the temple-servant for too long, and the advanced level the temple-servant around him can't help looking up at him.

  Yan Mo is very sure that he doesn't know this person. His handsome and evil face is not to his preference. Not only does he not like it, but he also hates this type of face. Without knowing him, he knew there was a bastard with this type of face among those who offended him and framed him in the past life.

  So even if there are two completely different faces, but that similar temperament has made him produce physiological aversion.

  In particular, this guy also called out a pronunciation similar to his English name.

  He doesn't like his English name "Seilan Si" at all. If it wasn't for his name which made the foreigners who can't straighten their tongues clear whether they are connected or separated, he wouldn't let that guy give him such a foreign name on his own initiative!

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  [1] So Yan Mo the Mo means Silence so the English translation of Mo is silence the Chinese friend at the time called him Seilan Si as in Silence as in Mo

  Since the man gave him that name, he no longer called his native name, which is probably one of the reasons why he disliked the guy.

  Yan Mo doesn't know who the Horn-man in front of him is, or what's in the body. He just kept the respect and smile on his face, as if he didn't hear the cry. He will leave after the salute.

  "Wait, what's your name? Where do you work? How come I never saw you?” There are many middle and low level temple-servants that Hu-Lian didn't see personally, but he didn't want this person to leave, so he had no choice but to talk to him.

  Yan Mo ground his teeth. No one in front of him noticed him. Why didn’t the "Stealth effect" not work here? But the other side didn't see that he was a Hornless-man, which gave him a little comfort.

  "Da-Ren, my name is Zan-Bu." Yan Mo didn't answer all the questions. He didn't know the composition of the temple-servant position in the Horn-people temple. It would only be wrong to say more.

  "Zan-Bu?" Hu-Lian was sure he had never heard the name before, and turned to look around at the advanced level the temple-servant.

  The temple-servant thought about it and shook his head. "Da-Ren, he's intermediate level the temple-servant. He probably worked in the outer hall before."

  Yan Mo saw that the evil man in the advanced level the temple-servant was called Da-Ren. He had some guesses about the identity of Hu-Lian, which made him act more careful.

  Hu-Lian looked back at Yan Mo again. "You, look up."

  Yan Mo had to raise his head.

  Hu-Lian's eyes looked him thoroughly, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. His face was different. But……

  Hu-Lian couldn't help but take a step forward. He lowered his head near the youth and took a deep sniff at his neck.

  Advanced level the temple-servant and Yan Mo: “.……”

  The advanced level temple servant wanted to cover his face: Da-Ren, what's the matter with you? How could you make such a dirty move? This, this and great your image are also too mismatched!

  Yan Mo can't help but want to slap this man!

  Hu-Lian probably noticed his gaffe, took the initiative to step back and said to Yan Mo, "Zan-Bu er, you will follow me from today on. Wai En, you go to help Zan-Bu hand over the things on his work room, and then take him to the main hall. "

  "Yes, Da-Ren." Wai En was so surprised that he thought what charm Zan-Bu had that the high priest Hu-Lian could see and made a rash decision at a glance, which was never the case!

  "Wait!" Hu-Lian changed his mind again. He didn't want to go to rest now. He just wanted to keep this Zan-Bu by his side and have a good look at him. "Zan-Bu come with me. Go to the outer hall to help him hand over the things there."

  "Yes," Wai En replied, numbly, in shock.

  Yan Mo doesn't think it's a privilege at all. He doesn't have any records in the outer hall. When Wai En went to find it, he will find it soon that he is an Impostor. But it's also a rare opportunity to get close to the Da-Ren.

  Yan Mo thought for a moment, didn't say no, just stood aside, with a look of obedience.

  And this "cleverness" of Yan Mo seems to satisfy Hu-Lian very much. He reaches for Yan Mo's wrist and said, “Follow me."

  Wai En stumbled when he saw this move before he left. Priest Da-Ren, who hates touching others and being touched others, would take the initiative to grab a man's wrist! It's inconceivable!

  He's starting to worry about his Priest Da-Ren. He thought he would go to another advanced level the temple-servant to talk about it and investigate this Zan-Bu.

  Hu-Lian's hand grabbed Yan Mo's wrist.

  The two men gasped at the same time.

  However, Yan Mo was disgusted. He only felt that the palm of the man's hand was as cold and slippery as a snake. When it came to his skin, it made his skin stand up in a row of goose bumps.

  And Hu-Lian's heart was in a swing. This warm feeling seemed to fill up his empty heart just by touching this person, which made him rub the other's wrist with his thumb.

  Fxck! Yan Mo can't help it. He pushed the hand away.

  When Hu-Lian was immersed in the touch and comfort like pleasure, Yan Mo didn't even get angry when he shook off his wrist. He just gave him a sad look.

  Yan Mo felt that the hairs on his back neck were all standing up.

  Hu-Lian looked at the young man in front of him and stared at him angrily. He suddenly smiled. His mood had never been so happy and satisfied. If someone else stared at him like this, he would not let him feel better even if he didn't punish the other person in a big way. But how doesn’t he like this person? Even if the other person stared with anger, he would only think this person as lovely. He thought that no matter who he was, he would not let him go.

  "Zan-Bu, well, you got a good name." In order to appease the other side, and to ease the atmosphere, Hu-Lian put on a chatty attitude.

  Yan Mo felt a little familiar with the person's speaking attitude, etc. before, there was also a person around him who was as snakey as they come. At the same time, that man used him and framed him, and at the same time, he was sticky to him. At last, they all became dead. Both of them had a bad fall out with each other, and that man also had a disgusting expression of "Why do you treat me like this and I love you so much".

  Is he really that guy? He's transmigrated, too?

  If it's really that person

  Yan Mo’s mind had been brewing for a long time, and found that he didn't have much anger, not even hatred for that man. Also, he has got his revenge against that person, and the anger that should be vented has also been vented. Before he came to this world, he basically retaliated against those who framed him and offended him. He did not die with hatred, but only with endless regret and regret for his dead son.

  So even if the person in front of him is really that person, he doesn't care. Originally, he wanted to call the other party's past name to test this person memory, but now he is not in the mood.

  Yan Mo took a deep look at the other person. No matter who you used to be, it doesn't matter. I only look at the present. Now you are the Witch of the Horn-people, and I am the Witch of the Hornless-men in the western continent invaded by you. Our hatred value will start to be calculated and settled again.

  Seeing silence from Yan Mo, Hu-Lian's heart beat faster. He felt like a young man who just fell in love. His lover's eyes make him jump in the mood.

  But after all, Hu-Lian has lived in this world for many years, and even if his mood is no longer turbulent, he will not show his face.

  "Have you heard the origins of the name Zan-Bu?" asked Hu-Lian kindly, slowing down to walk in line with the youth.

  Yan Mo thought for a moment and replied, “I heard that my father told me that my name was based on this Great Witch."

  "Oh? It's not easy. I think there are few people who know the name Zan-Bu in the three clans groups. Does your family still have some ancient heritage handed down?”

  “I don't know."

  "You don't have to worry," Hu-Lian said with a smile, “Even if your family still inherits part of the ancient heritage, no one will take it from you. What belongs to you is yours."

  Hu-Lian's words are equivalent to a promise. Yan Mo can hear it, but he pretended to be stupid like he doesn't understand it.

  Hu-Lian looked at his silly appearance, his heart was angry and felt funny, but the familiarity became more and more obvious, his heart was desperately shouting: This is the man! It's him!

  “Actually, Zan-Bu is not the Great Witch, but the high priest who was shared by the three clans."

  Yan Mo looked up, and the damn Horn-man is half taller than him, not alone, almost as tall as Yuan Zhan. "Da-Ren, why haven't I heard the name of the high priest?"

  It's a secret, but Hu-Lian didn't want to hide the youth in front of him, so he said with a little vagueness: "Do you know the history of our Horn-people? It's not more than 7000 years since we came to the west, but longer than that. "

  Yan Mo shook his head.

  As they walked side by side, Hu-Lian pondered for a while and said, "What I'm going to tell you next belongs to the treasured secret of our Horn-people. You'd better not pass it on to other people after listening, OK?"

  Yan Mo promised.

  Hu-Lian then continued: “A long time ago, almost ten thousand years ago, the Horn-people at that time was called the Bone Sculpting People. The bone sculpting tribesmen spread all over the eastern continent, with the strength equivalent to the kings of the place at that time, and the three clans were not in charge of the family in turn as now, but had the one and the same king. You can't imagine that the king and the priest position of the Bone Sculpting People were always held by the White-Horn clan before they came to the western continent. "

  Yan Mo was appropriately surprised.

  Hu-Lian wanted to touch his face, but he held back. "You heard me right. Now the weak White-Horn has always been the ruler of the three clans. At that time, the White-Horn were the king and the priests, the Red-Horn were the warriors, The Black-Horn were the workers. Only the born witch of the White-Horn can accept the true and complete inheritance of the priest, and the real place of accepting such inheritance is only known to them. "

  Yan Mo's heart felt that something was wrong. Why is this priest telling him this ancient secret?

  "When the last major wars started, the White-Horn clan priest hoped to coexist with other intelligent races and demanded that we stop the war, while the Red-Horn clan and the Black-Horn clan didn't want to. When the White-Horn clan priest went to negotiate with the intelligent races who attacked the Bone Sculpting people, the Black-Horn clan and the Red-Horn clan attacked many intelligent races behind the White-Horn clan back, which aroused the anger of some ancient intelligent races. At last, the Bone Sculpting people were forced out by the Hornless-men who had just started to join forces with the intelligent races from the eastern continent. "

  "How did the White-Horn clan lose the throne and the priest?" Yan Mo did not know this Red-Horn priest's plan, so he asked.

  Hu-Lian said simply: “Because of betrayal. When the White-Horn clan’s priest went to negotiate with the intelligent races, because of the behavior of the Black-Horn and the Red-Horn, the White-Horn clan’s priest was killed by those intelligent races. The Black-Horn and Red-Horn were more afraid of the punishment of the White-Horn king and the priest because they were unwilling to accept the stepping back plan of the White-Horn. In the last major wars, they tried to consume the strength of the White-Horn to the maximum by sending them to fight, and the White-Horn king died in the Eastern continent in order to protect the evacuation process. Later, when crossing the sea, the White-Horn clan made the greatest contribution and died the most. Their three eyed Great Witch died leavingonly a youngest in generation, and they lost the most important bone of inheritance. Then the White-Horn clan could not recover their previous strength."

  "Then the three clans decided to do the king selection once every ten years?"

  "Yes." Hu-Lian didn't say that there was a big reason for this. The White-Horn clan lost the most important inheritance, their strength and power were much lower than before, and their population was also the least. However, the Black-Horn and the Red-Horn both retained certain strength. After he was attached to this body, because of his memory, he had more advantages than other current witches. No one knew more than him. When he was older the development of the Red-Horn clan progressed faster than the others, the advantages of the White-Horn clan in the past disappeared completely, and finally it was their turn to compete for the throne with the other two races.

  In fact, if it wasn't because the Black-Horn clan were still influenced by their other workers identities, they always thought that the White-Horn clan should be nobler than the other two families, and they would not step on the White-Horn clan. The Red-Horn clan would have had already unified the three families under their leadership.

  However, after more than 7000 years of migration, the influence of the White-Horn clan on the other two ethnic groups has been reduced to the lowest level. In addition, the Black-Horn and the Red-Horn rulers have deliberately erased the history of the three clans. Now both the Red-Horn clan and the Black-Horn clan no longer take the White-Horn clan seriously.

  Because of the weak power of the White-Horn clan, in order not to arouse the common resistance of the other two groups, and also to protect the descendants of the White-Horn clan, they can only recognize this erasure.

  So to this day, most of the Horn-people don't know the high priest Zan-Bu and other great White- Horn people in the past. They only know that the glory of the Bone Sculpting People in the past is all from the God Pan’a.

  Hu-Lian stopped and smiled like a one does to a threat or a pet: “Now you know the secret that everyone can't know. For the sake of the White-Horn clan and your own safety, you'd better stay with me in the future."

  Yan Mo: It's really cunning. I didn't want to hear it. You said it on your own! Fortunately, I'm not the Horn-people. Do you want to trap me? Better have a dream!