Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

Memory.

Memory begins to flood into the mind like a tide!

”Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!!!”

Zhang Baomian doesn’t know what happened.

He only remembers killing Song Qianlong first, then fighting the bloodthirsty child.

With invincible power, he forced the bloodthirsty child into a desperate retreat, making him cough up blood and collapse on the ground, lying like mud, barely clinging to life, just one last blow away!

Just when he was about to deliver this fatal blow to the bloodthirsty child...

Memory, rushing memories, suddenly flooded into his mind like being forcibly crammed!

These memories, crammed into his mind, instantly caused him immense pain.

Right there, he clutched his head, falling from a sprint to the ground, unable to care about anything else.

But luckily, in the very end of consciousness, he saw the terrified bloodthirsty child, escaping like a scared wild dog, turning and fleeing without daring to look back at him.

Afterwards, Zhang Baomian found himself immersed in the ocean of memories.

It was a small village on a valley, isolated from the world, surrounded by swirling mist concealing the tiny settlement within.

”From today, we’ll live in this Luofen Valley.”

”Hahaha! We few, like-minded, not competing with the world, will live together, working at sunrise, resting at sunset, enjoying our twilight years peacefully!”

”Though not living under one roof, we are family now.”

”How wonderful! I never imagined having more family companions in my old age; this life is fulfilled!”

”We’ve occupied a higher position, and with so many people, we can call it a village!”

”Let’s name it Luofen Village, how about that?”

”Sounds perfect.”

Thus, a village was established on the hill.

Zhang Baomian, cradled in someone’s arms, could do nothing but watch all this occur with wide eyes.

Suddenly, he heard a sound, a sound coming from his mouth—it was the crying of an infant.

People around him smiled in amusement.

”Xiao Qianqiu seems to understand; he likes this village!”

”Hahaha! Once Xiao Qianqiu grows up, he shall inherit this village.”

Drowsiness.

A great wave of drowsiness hit.

Zhang Baomian closed his eyes.

When he opened them again.

He was running, chasing after cattle and sheep.

The people from earlier images appeared aged, carrying an air of worry in their demeanor.

”We’ve heard from the town below; people have been going missing one by one.”

”Human traffickers are rampant, and compared to the town, those of us hiding in the wild are easier targets. Our measures can deal with ordinary demons alright, but against humans... not so effective.”

”Don’t worry, at the worst, we’ll just have to stay outside less during these days.”

Drowsiness hits again, and when his eyes reopened.

Fire.

An endless sea of flames surrounded him on all sides.

Zhang Baomian could feel the fear and bewilderment within the memory’s vessel at this moment.

Suddenly, a large hand reached out to grab him!

Watching familiar yet aged faces, either being beheaded or having their limbs chopped off, being soaked and carted away in large vats.

Zhang Baomian felt nothing, but the vessel of memory seemed flooded with great sadness and pain.

As the scene darkened and brightened again.

He saw the official road.

Broken carriages, and corpses dead on the roadside.

He was free but not... so free.

”Such constitution? Interesting. Little guy, from today, you’re my disciple.”

The image suddenly raised up, revealing a monstrous figure with a face half-covered in sores, crawling with centipedes.

And the powerless young him had no choice.

Just like Zhang Baomian facing abuse felt helpless.

As the scene darkened and brightened again...

He was having his mouth forcibly held open, filled with lumps of maggot-infested flesh.

”Don’t swallow! Chew, chew them up, absorb all the nutrients, then swallow!”

What a sickening taste, the unspeakable disgusting chewing sensation, almost making one wish to die.

But Zhang Baomian had no choice, he was passively accepting these memories, accepting this moment, and all this person had previously endured!

Numbness, bewilderment, agony, and lifelessness, akin to a walking corpse.

As images flashed again, he could already eat colorful live insects before the mirror with an expressionless face.

And his nominal master stretched out a long tongue, gently licking his cheek.

”So fragrant... so fragrant! Xiao Qianqiu, you are so fragrant! But still lacking, let me ponder further, ponder further...”

As the screen darkened again, Zhang Baomian saw a youthful woman, seemingly younger by unknown years, looking somewhat innocent and adorable.

To be accurate, she should be called a maiden.

”Her name is Ding Hui; from now on, she’s your junior sister.”

Master looked proudly at the maiden imprisoned in the cell.

Yet strangely, the maiden inside the cell was very calm, even consistently wearing a slight smile.

”To be a disciple of the Wise Snake Corpse is my honor.”

Different.

Very different.

Even Zhang Baomian could feel that, the maiden Ding Hui, and the returned vessel of memory Qian Qiu, exhibited entirely different states.

As images darkened and flashed again.

”Master...”

Within the image, the maiden Ding Hui circled the Wise Snake Corpse, while he stood in the corner as an outsider, even if he spoke, nobody acknowledged him.

Weary from dealing with the maiden’s questions, the Wise Snake Corpse failed to answer several, hastily finding an excuse to leave.

”Sis, junior sister...”

As a senior and junior disciple, he mustered courage to speak, yet the response he got was from maiden Ding Hui, a cold glance akin to looking at a stray dog; she didn’t even acknowledge him. Indifferently, she began fiddling with the master’s precious materials on the tabletop on her own.