"I don't recognize it..." Mao Feiyang said with a somewhat complicated tone.
No, you definitely recognize it. Lin Yi thought to himself.
"Really, I don't." Mao Feiyang added, "It's just... it just feels somewhat familiar."
"Have your memories been modified too?" Lin Yi muttered.
Mao Feiyang smirked, "It's just not the time for them to come back, but... if I really recognize that tombstone, you'd be in trouble again."
"Why? What's it got to do with me if you recognize it?" Lin Yi asked.
Mao Feiyang didn't reply.
At that moment, the Old Cowboy, who had been lying on the ground, grew anxious as he hadn't touched Mao Feiyang's clothes. He opened his mouth wide, and under his bushy beard came a peculiar syllable, different from his usual bubbling phlegm sound.
The sound had only one tone, like the blast of some ancient horn.
