At this moment, Anxi Town was in ruins, with destroyed houses, broken streets, and giant cockroaches crawling everywhere. The lights of the gathering place had long been extinguished.

This was a place abandoned by them.

They saw the figure of Zhu Wenwu, with long white hair floating in the air, holding a longsword, covered in blood, and dragging a corpse with his left hand.

The corpse wore a black mask, seemingly a Blood Species.

After their retreat from East Forest City, two Divine Envoys appeared in the Doomsday Cult, the White Mask and the Black Mask.

They spread power within the Doomsday Cult, gathered followers, and even caused quite a number of the Extraordinary to emerge.

Previously, they had killed the White Mask, who was one of the Divine Envoys.

Zhu Wenwu’s expression appeared somewhat dazed. Seeing Su Changxing and the others showing a smile, although things had completely deviated from their original trajectory, the outcome was still good.

This reminded him of the last incident. Similarly, at this time, they had a great battle with the wizard of East Forest City.

Su Changxing fought the Great Wizard of East Forest City to exhaustion and eventually slew him. Though they won, his body gradually collapsed and perished, and during this process, they suffered an attack from the Doomsday Cult.

Not only the Doomsday Cult, but other forces were also acting as pushers behind the scenes.

It seemed as if after the wizards left, Su Changxing became the biggest enemy and was referred to as the cause of doomsday.

At that time, he didn’t understand why, but later figured out a bit.

"Is he the Black Mask, a Divine Envoy of the Doomsday Cult?" Su Changxing lay on Zhou An’s back, looking at the corpse in his hand and asked.

Zhu Wenwu nodded, with a wistful smile on his face, saying: "That’s right, the Original Blood Species can handle your current situation. Their corpses can be considered a kind of healing medicine, highly effective, especially for those of us at a lower life level."

He seemed to understand Su Changxing’s current condition very well.

Su Changxing didn’t ask more and simply said: "What should be done?"

Zhu Wenwu pointed to the ritual behind him and threw the corpse onto it, "Use this ritual to convert the blood energy in the corpse, it can heal your injuries."

[Deep Blood Healing Ritual: Blood energy is the best material to fill life incompleteness. This ritual uses the purest blood energy to compensate for life’s deficiencies, but a prerequisite is the need for an Original Blood Species.]

"Will I transform into a Blood Species?" Su Changxing silently asked, thinking about the various side effects of transforming into a Blood Species.

Firstly, it’s hard to maintain self-control in terms of spirit and sanity, and secondly, his position might collapse because of it.

Zhu Wenwu said assuredly: "You won’t, but you might leave corresponding marks. This ritual can also enhance your life level to some extent, but the main thing is it can heal your injuries."

Su Changxing looked at Zhu Wenwu, then at the ritual, and realized: "Did you know this day would come, right? Is this a foreknowledge ability?"

"No, your position should have nothing to do with this, so is it the ability of Blood Species? Or a Mysterious Item?"

Zhu Wenwu did not speak, using the longsword to dismember the corpse, dividing it into hands, head, feet, and body, hanging each part on the wooden stakes around the ritual.

As the corpse was dismembered, the air filled with a red mist, hazy, intoxicating.

The scent of the Blood Moon always seemed sweet to humans.

"Actually, it’s not really an ability, I’m not too sure what’s going on either, it’s just that I have a piece of memory."

Zhu Wenwu hesitated and said: "I feel I can’t speak this out, because once spoken, the trajectory of things will shift again."

"To put it simply, I’ve experienced the world after your death, I lived to the end, and perished with this world."

"All I can do is make you survive, and at most, that’s all I can do."

"Fortunately, although things changed, you still killed that Great Wizard."

"We succeeded once again in capturing East Forest City!"

The runes of the ritual, as the red mist dissipated, excited scarlet bright lines that flowed along the irregular edges of the ritual.

Su Changxing organized the course of events, feeling that at this moment Zhu Wenwu should have gained a piece of memory, and the trajectory of the world moved in another direction.

He died in that piece of memory, while Zhu Wenwu survived.

Therefore.

This led to a series of actions by Zhu Wenwu, and he felt that before Su Changxing’s death, things were moving in a good direction and he was unwilling to make too big a change, fearing it would cause things to develop in an unpredictable direction.

He made a compromised decision, changing only the result of Su Changxing’s death without affecting the outcome of events.

This was in line with his principle of doing things, which was rational and balanced, unless in extreme situations, he tended not to do overly radical things.

One thing was certain, the current Zhu Wenwu was different from him in the Zombie World, and also different from him before the doomsday.

Having different memories, different experiences, yet possessing the same body, same soul, same name.

This is the same person, yet distinct.

What has happened to this world?

Su Changxing was sure that Zhu Wenwu’s piece of memory didn’t appear without reason, and there was a definite cause.

This suddenly reminded him of the memory about Klein, also at a dislocated time, yet he seemed to foresee what would happen in the future.

However, his situation was somewhat different from Zhu Wenwu, as the memory of Klein was a vision taken from the Butcher’s Eye using "Timing Prediction" as a bridge.

Since these things exist, there is a reason for their existence, perhaps a kind of reflection of the future, forming something similar to a memory, or maybe they have actually happened?

Zhou An appeared somewhat silent, looking at the eerily ritual: raising an eyebrow:

"This thing looks a bit sinister, can it really save Brother Su, Zhu Wenwu, don’t mess around, what is all this about memory, don’t make it sound so mysterious, just tell me if this is reliable."

Zhu Wenwu laughed, placing one hand on Zhou An’s shoulder: "Of course it’s reliable, I prepared it meticulously... but what’s happened to your sword, it’s all red rust."

He realized that Zhou An had also deviated from the original path in this process, becoming significantly stronger compared to his contemporaries.

Zhou An explained: "It’s due to a change in my position, anyway, I can’t accept new abilities right now, I can only wield the sword, but that’s fine, not as cumbersome."

"Can’t accept new abilities?" Zhu Wenwu was a bit surprised, not knowing what had happened to Zhou An.

Zhou An looked unbothered, saying: "It doesn’t matter, let’s focus on healing Brother Su first."

He placed Su Changxing at the center of the ritual with one hand: "Is this fine? Anything else I need to do?"

Zhu Wenwu nodded, indicating: "Yes, during the ritual, don’t let anyone else approach."

"Don’t let anyone approach," he emphasized again.

Su Changxing only felt his vision blur, hearing Zhu Wenwu and others speaking, his body further approaching collapse, and it was difficult to speak.

To his amazement, although his body was gradually collapsing, it was overall regenerating, and a severed arm even regrew, with the upper body becoming complete, except the skin turned a grayish-white, like a corpse.