Lu Xiaobu felt Little Zhi's despair at that time.
In fact, such a scene emerged in his mind.
A stormy night, in the middle of a chaotic burial ground, a slanted tombstone stands by a grave.
But, it seemed even the heavens wouldn't allow the tombstone to stand, as a bolt of lightning shattered it.
If nothing unusual happened, this grave would be forgotten, untalked about, disappearing into oblivion!
But!
The person in the grave, or rather the vengeful ghost, did not intend to die like this!
He moved!
With great difficulty, he reached out from the thick mud mixed with rainwater, extending a hand!
Even if only one finger could move, he did not give up!
He wanted to live!
Reborn from despair!
That person was none other than Little Zhi!
"Later, I succeeded." Little Zhi smiled and continued, "I successfully put everything in order."
"Then, I discovered that all these chaotic memories, once organized, brought me a unique ability."
