No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Moonblade felt a deep pang of sadness, as though the man she idolized had completely ignored her.

However, Jamie noticed her gaze and smirked without saying anything.

Soon, their convoy in a grand departure.

On a quiet country road, dozens of people lay scattered about. This village had received official approval for reconstruction, and its residents had been relocated to a distant town. In the dead of night, the road was deserted, with only moonlight illuminating the figures on the ground.

At dawn, a pickup truck appeared on the road, carrying several young people who chatted and laughed.

“This camping trip is gonna be a blast. I heard there might be wolves up in Mount Lanpo by the river. Can’t wait to find out,” the girl in the backseat giggled.

As they chatted, the car suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” someone asked.

The young man at the wheel panicked and pointed ahead. Only then did everyone notice a dozen cars. parked on the road.

Even more horrifying, next to these cars were dozens of bodies scattered on the ground. The scene was spine-chilling on this remote country road.

“What the heck is happening?”

“Should we call the police?”

bad. Did we stumble upon a crime scene?”

better call the police.” Just as he finished speaking, he noticed

to dew and moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the direction the

shit, the dead are coming back to life!” one of the boys exclaimed.

truck. “Mind your own

the car and sped away.

up Brisa, and it didn’t take long for her to recall everything. She

everyone up. Frey has already been taken by them.”

after them!” she replied

a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya

Freya,” he said, burdened by the weight of the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team, evidenced by

those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as bait. I’m

for now,” Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along.

and bandaged. He clenched his teeth.

to him and said, “They didn’t

sacrificed herself for us.” Michael’s hands clawed at the ground in anger. He couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed to taunt his helplessness.”

bullets to delay them and prevent them from contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t reveal the book’s location? In that case, they should have used them to pressure her. The other side seemed concerned about something, but he

helped Michael up, urging, “Don’t destroy your hands like this.

what’s our next move?” Michael asked, blood dripping from

cold as he looked into the distance. “We need to

9 o’clock in the morning. Radley sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After the meeting, he