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Song Shuhang: "..."

He remained vigilant, holding Scarlet Heaven Sword in one hand as he retreated step by step.

Sixteen and Sister White Dragon also retreated.

Sixteen asked, "Is there a problem with this horse?"

Song Shuhang said seriously, "Yes, and a big problem at that. Although I can't remember what it is exactly, when I saw its hooves, my head started hurting."

If that white horse standing on one leg attacked with its hoof, the blow would be fatal. Shuhang kept on getting the feeling that he had been plotted against by this horse at some point of time in the past. As such, when it saw its hooves, he retreated out of instinct.

While the white horse showed off its posture, it saw that Song Shuhang had begun retreating like a coward. Seeing this, an expression of disdain flashed through its eyes. The horse's face was surprisingly capable of displaying an emotion such as disdain. This had to be really difficult for its facial muscles and nerves.

The white horse landed on its four hooves, turned around, and returned to the wreckage of the black stele.

The wreckage of the black stele began to change after the information contained in it was read. It went from being a black stele to an ordinary structure made of stone.

"Um, Senior Horse, can I ask a question? Was that black stele a treasure of yours?" Song Shuhang asked carefully.

The black stele had been cut into two halves by him.

If it was a treasure of this white horse, did that not mean that he was in trouble?

The white horse turned its head around and looked at Song Shuhang with a half-smile.

"If it belonged to me, are you going to pay me back?" An illusory voice spread from the white horse.

It did not come from its mouth but directly from the body of the white horse.

This voice was very pleasing to the ear, and it increased one's favorability toward the horse by 99 points.

Song Shuhang touched his pocket subconsciously. Although the concept of "money" was somewhat vague in his mind, he remembered one thing very clearly—he had no money.

"Senior, if I don't have any money... Can I pay you back with my body?" Song Shuhang said cautiously. "I can work part-time to pay off the debt. I have some strength, and I can help with physical work."

Sixteen hurriedly pulled Song Shuhang and said, "The way you said it, it sounded really wrong."

Song Shuhang said curiously, "Then, how should I have said it?"

Sixteen frowned slightly, but she could not think of a better wording for the statement. Her memory was a blur. The more she wanted to remember something, the more she failed to do so.

Her current state made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Okay," the voice coming from the white horse suddenly said, "then pay me back with your body. I happen to have an experiment to complete, and I might need your cooperation, Mr. Tyrannical Song."

"Tyrannical Song? Are you referring to me?" Song Shuhang pointed to himself.

"That's right. Tyrannical Song is your name," replied the white horse casually. It turned and began walking. At the same time, it stomped on the wreckage of the black stele with its right hind hoof.

With that single stomp, the wreckage completely disappeared, just as if it had been erased from the world.

Song Shuhang said softly, "Why do I keep on getting a familiar feeling from that stone structure?"

He felt as if he was friends with someone made of stone…

Sixteen asked softly, "Are we going to follow it?"

Song Shuhang nodded and said, "We have collective amnesia right now. If we want to find clues, we have to follow that horse. By the way, this white horse is really beautiful. It must be cool to have it as a mount."

If he were to ride the horse while wearing a green robe and having a long sword tied to his waist, he would look especially elegant.

Sister White Dragon reminded him, "The white horse ahead of us can hear your words."

Words could be one's downfall.

It was better to have them filtered before allowing them to come out of one's mouth.

The white horse in front of them turned its head and looked at Song Shuhang contemptuously.

Song Shuhang: "..."

And so, a horse, a dragon, a sword, and two human beings traversed the vast desert.

It was unknown how long they walked, but the white horse eventually stopped.

Song Shuhang asked, "Have we arrived?"

The voice from the white horse said, "We have. Follow my instructions in a while, and close your eyes when I count to three."

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword could not help but say, "I don't have eyes."

The white horse said, "In that case, you'll stay outside with me."

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword: "???"

Wait, am I supposed to stay here alone?

In this strange world, only the strip-like lady, the petite girl, and the boy with a kind face could give it a sense of familiarity. It did not want to leave them.

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword said hurriedly, "No, the four of us are in this together, and we'll go through life and death together. We will never be separated."

The white horse said, "Don't make a mess. If you go any further, it will be hell for you. Tyrannical Song, leave this sword behind. I'll keep it safe for you."

Song Shuhang hesitated for a moment and finally handed the black Scarlet Heaven Sword to the white horse.

Although he had no memory, his intuition told him that this was the correct choice.

While handing over the sword, Song Shuhang asked, "Senior, are you going to strap the sword to your bo— Uh."

Before he could even finish speaking, the white horse opened its mouth and swallowed the black Scarlet Heaven Sword. Then, with a flick of its head, Scarlet Heaven Sword ended up in its stomach.

Song Shuhang: "..."

This scene had a strong visual impact and gave off a very familiar feeling.

The white horse replied, "Don't worry. This is just a sword-swallowing performance. I did not eat the sword and will return it to you when you come back."

The black Scarlet Heaven Sword: "..."

"Okay, listen to me. 3, 2, 1, close your eyes! Now, count to ten before opening your eyes again," said the white horse.

Song Shuhang, Sixteen, and Sister White Dragon all closed their eyes and started counting in their minds.

After counting to ten, Song Shuhang opened his eyes.

He discovered that white dumplings had appeared in front of him.

There were large and small dumplings suspended in the air. It was a spectacular sight.

Song Shuhang asked curiously, "What is this?"

Sixteen could not help but touch her stomach. When she saw these little dumplings, she felt as if her stomach was full.

The voice from the white horse said, "This is my research area. I am currently carrying out an interesting experiment on the path of time. Since you want to pay me back with your body, you can just cooperate with me in completing this experiment."

Song Shuhang asked aloud, "Will our lives be at risk?"

The voice coming from inside the white horse said, "Yes, but you're at risk for other reasons. My experiment can actually reduce the risk of death."

"Then, can you let her and the long, strip-like sister leave?" Song Shuhang gently pushed Sixteen away. "I am the only one who has to repay you. There's no need to involve them in this."

The voice from the white horse said, "You're misunderstanding things. It's not that I want to involve her. It's just that in the future, she and you both have already been involved in this."

Song Shuhang asked in puzzlement, "What do you mean?"

The white horse continued, "Just know that there's nothing to fear. Anyway… I carefully thought things through and noticed that I might have made a mistake just now. That black stele wasn't my work, but rather something created after someone plagiarized my design."