The crying in the room suddenly stopped, and the people outside the room returned to normal. Shenzi's moist eyes lost their luster, and then a blush crept up from her neck to the top of her head again, and some steam came out of her hair.

"Ahem~" the nun coughed. "If possible, I hope you can pretend you didn't hear anything. Oh, by the way, her age on paper is eight years old."

After a while, the three of them were finally able to sit down together openly. The electric bell hidden under the stone platform quickly summoned the waiters, who simply cleaned up the battlefield in the room, replaced a set of dishes on the stone platform, and then left.

Jiang Ling thought there were some real delicacies here, but after a closer look, she found that these were just fast food made in a food processor. Of course, in a sense, these printed foods could indeed be considered delicacies in the apocalypse. At least they looked exquisite, and the taste and texture were more in line with normal painting styles.

She took a square piece of sushi from the plate and took a bite, then propped her head up with her free hand and looked across at the other side with interest. Bai Wu wiped Shen Zi's mouth with a handkerchief. The white-haired girl was munching on ice cream from a large bowl, her head buried in it, her ears still red.

Jiang Ling ignored the white-haired girl who was acting like an ostrich, put the bit of sushi into her bowl, turned to the nun and asked, "So, what do you want to do?"

"She wants to break away from the control of the cult, so she needs some help." The nun sat next to the white-haired loli and answered slowly.

Is he a helper? Or cannon fodder? Jiang Ling frowned. She didn't want to get involved in such things. Besides, it would be better to ask the military and police instead of her. She found that they were always hiding things. So she tapped her hand on the stone table a few times, took a sip of her drink, and replied, "Do you think I'm idle? Besides, you're so strong, you don't need any help at all!"

The nun's eyelashes fluttered, and she placed her hands in her arms as she explained, "My fellow comrade, the threat posed by the cult is greater than you imagine. If you still want to maintain your current leisurely life, you'd better learn more about it... She really wasn't lying to you about this. The cult's top brass has some problems, so they'll do some extreme things. Don't think it's none of your business, and don't wait until it happens to you to regret it!"

Good heavens! Jiang Ling had expected to hear some explosive insider information, but this was all she got? All she heard were some out-of-context rumors, conspiracy theories, and inflammatory rhetoric. As a 21st-century otaku, her resistance to such things was practically nonexistent. So she immediately refused, "If that's all you want to say, then we'll never see each other again."

"Wait, wait a minute!" The white-haired ball popped its head out of the basin, "We can raise the price! What do you do? I'll pay double! No, triple!" She was confident that she could solve the problem with a financial offensive, but she misjudged her opponent.

Jiang Ling stood up straight away, a look of anger on her face. "You didn't even tell me what you do. No one will work for you no matter how much money you offer. Let's call it a day!"

Upon hearing this, the nun hurriedly stood up. She opened her eyes in panic, revealing her azure pupils: "We can still talk! Don't go!" Her eyes were pleading, which made the kind-hearted Jiang Ling waver.

"Then tell me, what are you going to do? Don't talk about helping me, I don't want to fight," Jiang Ling said after a moment's pause. She really wanted to know how far they could keep this secret. Actually, from another perspective, their actions were already revealing something. Their attempt to keep Jiang Ling showed that she was very special to them.

Seeing that her actions finally had some effect, the nun sighed and replied, "We need to go to the marginal areas. Only there can her power be hidden."

"Her? What about you?" Jiang Ling grasped the key point. She looked at the nun from head to toe again.

"Me? As for me..." The nun's eyes dodged for a moment, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. "I just like children... Yes, I do like children. Haha~ Look at Shenzi, she is so cute. It would be wonderful if she called me 'Mom'~ Hehe~ Haha~"

The white-haired lolita looked at the white wizard beside her who was starting to have another attack, and couldn't help but sighed, "My friend, you should believe me, right? But she's not a lolita complex, she's just a follower. She'll run around whenever she sees a child... So we have to go to the border, she'll be relatively normal there."

"Oh? What a coincidence. You are going the same way as me. Did you get some news in advance?" Jiang Ling asked casually. She had already started to predict their answers.

"Is it true? That's great! What a coincidence!" Baimao replied in surprise, and happily pulled the nun beside him.

The nun came to her senses, bent down and whispered something to the white-haired girl, then politely invited Jiang Ling to take a seat again. This time, she sat in the middle of the stone platform, poured Jiang Ling another drink, and then closed her eyes to rest.

Jiang Ling took a sip of his drink and said in a deep voice, "Talking to you is really tiring. Wouldn't it be better if you just said you were on the run from the start? Tell me who they are. Let me be frank, I'll only help you depending on the situation. Don't try to push the blame on others for the mess you caused!"

This time, Baimaotuanzi avoided repeating her previously heavily subjective disparagement, instead offering a relatively objective discussion of the three main characters in the cult. She explained that they called themselves "Ming Wang," "Chuang Wang," and "Xia Wang," respectively, and that their special abilities corresponded to "psychic perception," "psychic manipulation," and "psychic shielding," respectively. Only towards the end did she delve into the trio's personal moral issues, but it was clear that she harbored a deep hatred for them, her words peppered with Southern slang.

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