"Amri, why did you come here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Standing at the city gate, the middle-aged man running from afar held Atir's hand, then breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the soldiers beside him: "Get out of the way!"

At this moment, the previously anxious and panic expression on his face faded away, and replaced by a full of majesty, which made Adier look a little sideways.

"It turns out to be the child of the Senge sacrifice." The vine armored soldier guarding the city looked solemn, and he lowered his head to Atir, as if he was expressing his apology.

"Okay, Amri, let's go in."

Holding Atir's hand, Senge smiled on his face, and then he took Atir forward.

The buildings are constantly passing by, and the layout and appearance of most of the buildings make Adier feel a little familiar.

"It's exactly the same as the previous ruin."

Observing the surrounding roads and buildings carefully, this thought flashed silently in Atir's mind.

For some reason, when I got here, a sense of familiarity that came from the heart continued to emerge. Although there were strange scenery around me, I had a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had lived here before.

Feeling this, Adier's face looked a little ugly: "Even I can't detect something wrong, this illusion..."

On the way he walked, he was also checking the scenery around him in his own way.

But no matter whether it was his powerful mental power or the chips that existed deep in his soul, he found no abnormality at this time, as if all this was true.

"We're at the place." Next to me, Senge's unique hoarse voice sounded.

Holding Atir, he walked to a manor that looked old, looked at the manor covered with weeds and smiled happily: "I finally got home..."

He raised his head and looked at the old manor in front of him that had not been taken care of for a long time. His face looked a little bad, as if he had remembered something.

Standing beside him and looking at the dilapidated and primitive manor in front of him, Adier was stunned.

It seemed that I had encountered some key. At this moment, an unusual sense of familiarity came to my mind, accompanied by fragments of memory.

As if he was reborn again, a large number of memories appeared in his heart inexplicably.

Following these memories, he subconsciously walked to the door of the manor and looked at a black wooden board in front of the manor gate.

On the black wooden board, traces are carved on it, and in the center, there are some handwritings written in a strange and familiar text of Atir.

"Happy birthday, Amri Yara."

Looking at the handwriting carved on the wooden board, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came from his heart, which made him subconsciously recite the line of words.

"Yala..." Looking at the last name after the name, Atir looked at him a little bit: "It's exactly the same as the last name with my body."

"Amuri, stop playing." A rough palm covered it and placed it accurately on the top of Atir's head.

On the side, looking at Atir, Senge kept a smile on his face: "It's time for us to go in."

"Okay." Turning around gently, he looked at Senge deeply. Atir was silent on the surface, but he just nodded silently.

With a slight sound, the wooden door was quickly opened, and then the two of them walked in slowly.

It was noon, and in the sky, the golden sun shone around, spreading rays of light golden sunlight and shining on the black land.

And around, beside an old house that looks quite large, weeds survive tenaciously, covering the surrounding soil.

These scenery should be very unfamiliar to Atir, but at this moment, he felt an unusual sense of familiarity.

Even at this moment, Atir felt a feeling in his heart.

It seems that he grew up here since he was a child. There is no secret to everything around him. Even if he walks with his eyes closed, he can know where he is and there will be no fear or anxiety at all.

This feeling should have been very good, but at this moment, Atir felt cold in his heart.

"Has my memories and feelings actually affected me?"

This thought flashed through his mind, and then he was attracted by something outside.

Wang···

A low hissing sound came from outside.

As Atir's eyes were fixed, outside the open wooden door of the manor, a black earth dog with fluffy hair and skinny hair ran in from outside, stood directly on the threshold and shouted loudly, as if calling for something.

"Wild Dog?"

Listening to the barking of the dog outside the door, Atir murmured in his heart, and then his body subconsciously stood up and walked towards the thin black earth dog.

“Du…”

Walking gently to the threshold, looking at the black earth dog standing in front of him, and following the sense in his heart, Atir slowly said a name.

After the words came, the dog in front of him barked again, his head drooped gently, and touched Atir's hand, as if expressing his emotions.

"I'm injured again."

After gently touching the head of the dog, Adier keenly saw several scars on it and a trace of blood that had not yet dried up.

"Come with me." Ahed from the spot and followed the reaction in his heart, Atir walked into his room, found some bones and flesh from it, and placed them directly outside.

This seemed to have become a habit. After seeing the bones piled up outside the door, the black dog stopped yelling, but squatted there quietly, drinking clean water while gnawing on the bones and minced meat.

Quietly stroking the black dog's hair and feeling this subconscious action, Atir frowned and was also thinking about the current situation.

"The legendary Lost City is unavailable to ordinary people. Only the former owner of this city, or the dying person, can enter it."

Thinking of this, Atir lowered his head and thought: "This legend should be true, but when Lyon and I came in, we didn't feel any obstacles and we came in smoothly."

"There is no obstacle, which means that Lyon and I are both people who meet the entry standards...that is, the former owner of the city..."

Sitting quietly, thinking about the information about the Lost City in my mind, the chill in Adier's eyes became stronger and stronger.

His body is still very healthy. Not only is he only twelve years old now, he has no pain on his body, and it does not meet the standards of a dying person no matter how he looks.

Then the only one that meets the criteria is undoubtedly another one.

"The curse of the past will spread along the bloodline..." Inexplicably, Atir suddenly remembered this sentence in his heart.

When he just read this sentence, he was still a little confused, but now, after he really entered here, he probably knew what was going on.

"Amuri Yara, Sim Yara, and similar looks to Gersen and Kolar."

Thinking of the known clues, Atir fell into thinking: "The former owner of this city, literally, should be the former residents of this city."

"Only the former owner of this city can enter, this condition may refer to blood."

He slowly raised his head: "Only the bloodlines of the descendants of this city's residents can enter this city along the traction of the bloodline."

"And Lyon and I should have met this condition."

This is just a rough inference, but in the current view, the possibility should be quite large.

It is also very simple to verify this inference, just find another entrant.

It can be said that it is a coincidence to meet the conditions at one time, but if it is twice in a row, the accuracy of the inference will undoubtedly increase a lot.

"Lyon's last name, Carradis..."

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. He touched the injured forehead of the black dog, then stood up and walked into the room.

In the old house, Senge was busy inside, occasionally rummaging through boxes and cabinets, neatly placing some dusty chores.

"Caladis, this surname is rare in the local area, and it should be living in the Stream Lane north of the city."

Inside the house, listening to Atir's question, Senge was a little surprised: "What are you asking for?"

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. At the moment when Atir asked the question, the expression on his face seemed to have a slight change, and his eyes became much colder.

This change is very weak and disappears completely in the next moment, and is difficult to detect under normal circumstances.

Seeing these changes silently, Adier frowned secretly, but smiled calmly on the surface: "I undoubtedly heard this surname before, so I came over to ask, but I didn't expect that there was really..."

"No! You are lying!" A strong and hoarse voice forcibly disrupted Atir's words.

At this moment, Senge's face changed drastically, and the originally gentle expression on his face instantly brought strong resentment and hatred. An originally black eye emitted a strange light, staring firmly at Adier in front of him, as if he was looking at his life and death enemy.

A huge pressure came from the front of my eyes, with a faint sense of danger.

Feeling these, Atir frowned secretly, looking at Senge in front of him, and his vigilance suddenly reached.

The next moment, he seemed to realize his disobedience. The strange expression on Senge's face disappeared instantly. The resentment and hatred on his original face disappeared instantly, leaving only a gentle face, and his black eyes did not look as strange as before.

“Be careful on the road.”

As if he knew what Adier was going to do, Senge said this lightly, then turned around and sorted out the things in the house on his own.

Behind him, looking at Senge's busy back, Adier stared quietly for a long time before turning around and leaving.

"The feeling just now is somewhat similar to the curse I encountered before, but it is a little different..."
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