But once the anger in his chest was ignited, it could never be extinguished.

The only thing that could suppress his anger was the screams that he had previously regarded as ghosts and demons.

Old Tang didn't know what the frail creature in front of him was, blackened, tattered and about to die in the next second.

But he knew that he was calling his brother.

"Whose child are you from? Why do you call me brother? I remember that I am an orphan and have no brother!"

Seeing that the other party might die at any time, the fear in Old Tang's heart was reduced to a minimum. He boldly stepped forward and looked into the eyes behind the bronze mask with a trembling voice.

He has been an orphan as long as he can remember. He clearly remembers that he should not have a younger brother. Even if he did, they would not know him.

But if I really don’t have a younger brother, why does the child in front of me call me older brother?

If they don't know each other, why do these eyes look so familiar?

Old Tang suddenly felt a strong headache, but he couldn't think of anything.

Faced with a series of questions from Old Tang, the little boy in front of him didn't answer any of them.

Old Tang could only clearly feel the surprise shining in the little boy's eyes after he approached.

This look of surprise is completely harmless, like the look of a lost pet seeing its owner, full of complete dependence.

Inexplicably, Old Tang suddenly felt that it was absolutely impossible for the little boy in front of him to hurt him. No matter whether he was a monster or not, there was absolutely no way he could do anything to him.

Therefore, when the little boy walked tremblingly in front of him and looked up at him, Old Tang did not move away in a rare move.

"Brother, what is your name? Tell me and I will help you find your brother!"

Old Tang put his arms around his thin shoulders and asked.

"Brother! Brother?"

"elder brother!"

What answered him was a cry of satisfaction.

Immediately, the little boy's body pressed directly against him with a "snap", the bronze mask pinched his chest, and the boy's body turned into a dull bronze color, completely losing all signs of life.

Old Tang suddenly realized something. He shook his body and found that there was no reaction at all.

For some reason, a powerful sadness came over him like a tide, completely submerging his consciousness.

"Hey! Brother, don't die so quickly! You haven't answered my question yet!"

Unknowingly, tears were streaming down Old Tang's face.

He didn't know why he was crying, but the unstoppable tears completely obscured his vision. He reached out with a trembling hand and touched the little boy's bronze mask.

Recalling the familiar look in the little boy's eyes before, Old Tang felt that there seemed to be some hidden memory in his mind that was about to awaken.

If I could see his face, as long as I could see his face, I would definitely be able to remember something.

The seemingly solid bronze mask immediately shattered into pieces like weathered rock when he touched it slightly.

Looking at the gradually clearer face under the mask, Old Tang felt that his memory seemed to be clearing at the same time.

Finally, the bronze mask was completely shattered, and Old Tang could fully see the face behind the mask.

His tone trembled slightly, containing great sadness.

"I seem to remember, you are - who the hell are you!"

Halfway through his grief, his tone suddenly changed.

The memory that was once clear suddenly sank back.

Looking at the unfamiliar face under the mask, Old Tang looked confused.

Who is this person, and why doesn't he have any impression of it?
Chapter completed!