"Old madman, what's wrong with you?" I was shocked to see the old madman's appearance and quickly spoke to the old madman.

"I...I'm fine." The old lunatic waved his hand at me.

"It's okay? You don't look like you're okay." I said again, not believing the old madman's words at this time.

The old madman shook his head again, looked at me and said, "I just... just a few pictures flashed through my mind, and it felt very familiar."

"Scene?" I was stunned. Could it be that the memory of the old lunatic appeared?

"What kind of picture has appeared? Tell me."

"I don't know how to describe it either." The old madman frowned and said.

"I feel...I feel like I have done a lot of inhuman things in the past, I...I have killed a lot of people!"

When the old madman said this, he still stared at his hands blankly, as if he could see his hands covered with blood.

Killed a lot of people?

I was stunned again, but I didn't expect that the old madman would have such a past. Could it be that the old madman in the past was still a murderer?

I feel like the old lunatic doesn’t look like this. What’s going on?

"Old madman, don't think too much, maybe it's not what you did." I thought about it and comforted the old madman again.

"No, I killed it, I killed it, I... I have also made many people lose their families." The old madman said in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay." I quickly persuaded.

"Old madman, don't think too much. The past is over. After you remember it, will you just apologize to those people?"

At this time, the old madman's mood gradually stabilized, and it was obvious that the old madman had become much more stable.

I used the wooden spoon I made myself to scoop a spoonful of water and handed it to the old madman, and said to the old madman: "Old madman, have a drink of water."

The old madman looked at me, then nodded, picked up the spoon and started drinking.

The old madman put the spoon aside, looked at me again and said, "Waiter, I want to cure your right hand."

When I heard the old madman's words, I was stunned, then waved my hand and said, "Old madman, don't joke, I just feel that my right hand has lost its effect and it is impossible to cure it well."

"I have a way," said the old lunatic.

"Do you have a method? What method?" I glanced at the old madman suspiciously and thought to myself that the old madman now has such a method? Doesn't he have no memory?

"I remember that I did know this before. In the past... My left hand was completely broken by someone, but it seemed that I had picked it up by myself." The old madman glanced at his left arm, and I observed the old madman's arm by myself, and then it turned out that the old madman's arm was indeed a bit unnaturally bent.

"Is this... reliable?" I looked at the old madman in front of me again, and I always felt that the old madman now was a little unreliable.

The old madman also thought about it, and then said to me: "Let's do this, after I get better for a while, maybe I will completely remember what to do."

I glanced at the old madman, then nodded and agreed.

Actually, I don’t have any hope in my heart, because the old lunatics nowadays seem to have problems that are difficult to solve, so how can they solve my problem?

But I didn't want to question the old madman's intention, so I could only agree temporarily.

"Waiter, you can actually go out of this place and reunite with your family." The old madman thought for a while and said to me again.

"I want to go, but I don't know the way." I replied.

"And I have no idea where the lead is ahead. If I retreat, I have to go back to the primeval forest I have been there before. Compared to there, I think it is much better in this cave."

"Why don't you try to move forward?" the old madman suggested.

"Maybe ahead is the destination you are about to reach. Are you going to give up?"

"How is that possible?" I quickly retorted.

"I won't give up. Well, actually, I want to wait until you have completely recovered your memory and then go down the mountain together. At that time, maybe you have the memory of how you came up before, so we can follow the path you went up the mountain before."

Hearing my answer, the old madman looked at me, shook his head slowly at me and said, "Maybe I won't go out again."

"Ah? Why?" I was stunned for a moment and asked the old madman quickly.

"What's the use of me going out like this? How good is it to live in this place?"

"Where do you think so?" I quickly spoke.

"What does it mean to be useless to go out? The great world outside is still waiting for you. I guess you have not enjoyed many things that humans in the world should enjoy, so you should go out and enjoy it before talking about it. You told me not to give up, why did you give up first?"

"I'm not giving up." The old lunatic replied.

"I just... feel like I have done a lot of things that I shouldn't have done. Even if I go out, it may cause dissatisfaction among many people, right? So I think it's better for me to live in this place, and there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

"That's not necessarily." I replied.

"Maybe there is something waiting for you to do outside. After you completely restore your memory, or after you stabilize, we will look for a way down the mountain and walk out of this ghost place. Anyway, I don't want to stay in this place anymore."

The old madman looked at my face and smiled, and said to me: "You should really go out, but don't worry about me anymore, I have my own plans."

When I heard the old lunatic, I wanted to persuade me something else.

But looking at the old madman's appearance, he seemed to have made up his mind. I guess it would be useless to persuade me, right?

Thinking of this, I didn't continue talking.

Anyway, there will be opportunities in the future. As long as I talk about the benefits of the outside world in front of the old madman, one day the old madman will be moved, right?

After living with the old madman for so long, I found that I was really reluctant to leave the old madman. Naturally, I hope that if I could go out, the old madman could go out with me.

Now the old madman is still thinking like this, so naturally I don’t want to see it.

What else can you live in this ice and snow? I don’t know what this old lunatic thinks.
Chapter completed!