Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong stood to one side, watching Lin Xing grow gradually calm.
Jing Shiyu asked, "Lin Xing? Are you alright?"
Lin Xing, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly lifted his head, and a terrifying killing intent burst forth from within him like an overwhelming tide, causing Jing Shiyu and Xue Rong to break out in a cold sweat.
And in Lin Xing's eyes, it seemed as if countless scenes of murder and being murdered were continually surfacing.
Those images of life-and-death struggles were displayed before him with absolute clarity, even more profound and distinct than his memories of traveling the days and the day before.
Whether it was those initial memories of tilling the land, chopping wood, and hunting, or the later memories of being constantly chased and killing others, the scenes that surfaced in Lin Xing's mind were all in the first-person perspective.
He did not know when this had happened, nor did he know where it had occurred.
