Before coming here, Fang Zhou had already prepared the questions he wanted to ask.
Seeing him being so straightforward, Fang Zhou was not polite either, "Who are you? What is this place?"
The man thought for a moment before answering, "I... have forgotten my name, you can... call me Night Mouse, that's the name I've given myself."
"Night Mouse?"
Fang Zhou was surprised, Would someone really give themselves such a name?
Night Mouse showed a self-deprecating smile, "I'm like a... mouse living in dark corners, only daring to come out at night, so... this name suits me quite well."
Fang Zhou asked curiously, "Why did you forget your own affairs?"
Night Mouse shook his head, looking solemn, "This place is called Black Soul Mountain, it absorbs the memories of all living things. Living here long enough, you gradually lose your past and become a walking corpse without memories."
Such a thing actually exists?
Fang Zhou frowned slightly, "Then what exactly is this place?"
