After glancing at the effects of the Fangtian Halberd, Qiao Yu silently picked up the three Recognize a Thief as Your Father cards, wiped them clean, and carefully tucked them into his pocket.

He solemnly apologized to the Recognize a Thief as Your Father cards for his previous behavior.

This Recognize a Thief as Your Father card is a divine artifact!

After collecting his spoils, Qiao Yu surveyed his surroundings. No one else appeared for the time being, and Zhang Erhe was still unconscious.

Qiao Yu took a deep breath and pulled out the two ghost eyes he had seized from the ghost monk Yuan Kong.

"My sealed memories... it's time for them to see the light of day again!"

Qiao Yu's eyes were firm, and he gritted his teeth as he pressed the two ghost eyes into his eye sockets. To his surprise, the terrifying pain he had expected didn't come.

Instead, he felt a cool and refreshing sensation, as if he had put two drops of eye drops into his eyes.

Qiao Yu's originally light blue pupils deepened, gradually turning dark blue, and the sealed memories flooded into Qiao Yu's mind like a tide.

[Congratulations to the player for obtaining the S-rank hidden skill: Ghost Eye Thousand Soldiers Path.]

*Ghost Eye Thousand Soldiers Path*: Rank: S-rank.

Effect: The player can consume health points to see through and imitate any melee attack or skill within sight. (The amount of health points consumed depends on the strength of the attack or skill being imitated.)

The Mechanical Empress had previously told Qiao Yu that collecting all four ghost eyes would likely result in a skill related to the eyes.

However, judging from the Mechanical Empress's surprised expression, even she hadn't expected Qiao Yu's luck to be so heaven-defying.

The moment the Ghost Eye Thousand Soldiers Path skill was activated, a world announcement from the system rang in the minds of every player.

[Congratulations to an unnamed Beginner Mage player for obtaining a brand-new S-rank skill in the game, rewarding 50 free attribute points. We hope that other players will continue to work hard.]

"Beginner? A beginner player got an S-rank skill? Are you kidding me!"

"A common man is innocent, but he becomes guilty for possessing a treasure. These beginner mages won't have an easy time for a while..."

"How did this dog planner balance the game? Do we non-Europeans have no human rights? This garbage game is going to be shut down sooner or later! I spit on it!"

As soon as the announcement came out, many players began to discuss it. Some malicious people had already started inquiring about who it was.

A never-before-seen S-rank skill, and in the hands of a Beginner Mage, was enough to make many people take the risk.

However, Qiao Yu, the person involved and the recipient of the S-rank skill, didn't feel any joy at the moment.

On the contrary, he stood there, tears streaming down his face, as if he were suffering immense pain.

The dark purple lines on top of Qiao Yu's head had disappeared without a trace under the erosion of the ghost eyes.

He remembered, he remembered everything.

The Gates of Hell, the Acheron River, the Underworld Judgment Hall, succubi, hellhounds, crystal coffins, Wang Dafu, Hua Ci.

And the girl who gave him a kiss at the last moment, telling him to live well – Zuo You.

Everything that happened in the pseudo-Underworld dungeon, Zuo You's appearance with her body covered in dark black flames and her purple hair, Qiao Yu remembered it all.

"Bai Ze!!! Hua Ci!!!"

Qiao Yu gritted his teeth, and a deep-seated hatred rose from his body, transforming into a dense baleful aura, even denser than the baleful aura on the Golden Dragon Crescent Blade, like a Shura ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

The terrifying baleful aura even startled the unconscious Zhang Erhe awake.

"Brother Qiao Yu, what's wrong?" Zhang Erhe asked anxiously.

The baleful aura on Qiao Yu's body then subsided somewhat.

"I'm fine, Daoist Zhang. The ghost monk has been dealt with," Qiao Yu said calmly.

With the restoration of his memory, Qiao Yu had a clue about many things.

For example, Lin Lang and those men in black who appeared in the Ghost Mountain dungeon.

Qiao Yu was 100% sure that these people were definitely from Bai Ze.

Bai Ze's method was to fuse the bosses and NPCs of the Reverse World, and the NPCs of the Reverse World were actually similar to players.

Since NPCs could do it, could players fuse with bosses?

After seeing the fine dragon scales on Lin Lang's body, Qiao Yu already had the answer in his heart.

He also roughly understood why Lin Lang's strength had suddenly increased.

Qiao Yu had a strong conviction in his heart that Zuo You was definitely still alive.

"The people are here! Notify the other three teams to come over quickly!"

A processed voice came from outside the dilapidated temple, and it was impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

Then, five black-robed figures filed in, surrounding Qiao Yu.

Without exception, they were all intermediate players, staring at Qiao Yu intently.

"Qiao Yu, come with us. Don't force us to take action," the leader of the black-robed figures said in a deep voice.

Instead of being angry, Qiao Yu laughed. He was just worried that he had nowhere to vent the ferocity that had returned with his memories when someone conveniently delivered themselves to his door.

"Stop yapping. Today, I just want to beat all of you to death, or be beaten to death by all of you."

Qiao Yu pulled out the Golden Dragon Crescent Blade with a ferocious expression and slashed at the leader of the black-robed figures. But the next second, he was blasted away by a large fireball.

"This kid doesn't know what's good for him. Let's do it."

The five black-robed figures formed a five-cylinder mahjong tile formation, two in front, two in back, and one in the center.

The two black-robed figures in front were armed with a giant shield and a long sword, respectively. The black-robed figures in the back were armed with a staff and a pair of blades, respectively.

The black-robed figure in the center had his hands clasped together, looking like a healer.

These five people were a complete team.

Qiao Yu, who had climbed back to his feet, didn't believe in giving up. He picked up his blade and charged over.

"Dividing Sky Sword!"

The sword cultivator took a step forward and slashed at Qiao Yu with his sword.

The Crescent Blade and the long sword collided heavily. Qiao Yu clearly had the upper hand. The sword cultivator was struck by the Crescent Blade's baleful aura, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staggering back three steps before he stabilized himself.

The healer placed his hands on the sword cultivator and began to heal him.

Just as Qiao Yu was about to rush over to kill the healer first, the black-robed figure carrying the giant shield immediately blocked his path.

Clang!

The Crescent Blade slammed heavily on the giant shield, causing Qiao Yu's hands to go numb.

"What a hard tortoise shell!" Qiao Yu frowned.

A fireball smashed toward Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu waved his blade and split the fireball in two.

The next second, a black shadow flashed past Qiao Yu's back.

Shhh!

An X-shaped wound appeared on Qiao Yu's back, and blood gurgled out.

At this moment, the sword cultivator who had just been injured by Qiao Yu had stood up again.

He was full of energy, and there was no trace of injury on him.

Qiao Yu's expression had become very serious. The individual strength of these five black-robed figures couldn't compare to Qiao Yu, but their cooperation was too flawless.

Unless he could take out one of them first, he wouldn't be able to break through these five people's defenses.

"In that case, don't blame me for using my trump card!"

The Crescent Blade in Qiao Yu's hand disappeared, replaced by a majestic and ferocious Fangtian Halberd.

Then, Qiao Yu took out an inconspicuous little card.

Just as the five black-robed figures were confused and didn't know what Qiao Yu was going to do, Qiao Yu suddenly roared.

"If you don't abandon me, I am willing to recognize you as my adoptive father!"