Chapter 261 Story and Superpowers At this time, the Shadow Council...
At this moment, the emotions of the wounded members of the Shadow Council actually stabilized somewhat.
Sang Zhitao frowned: "So... do I need to tell them jokes?"
"Let's give it a try." Han Yue smiled and took her from Lin Mo's arms. "If it works, it'll be more convenient for us too."
Sang Zhitao sighed. She usually disliked reading joke collections and couldn't think of any wholesome jokes for the time being.
After a moment of silence, she told everyone a story about a wife-chasing tragedy.
"Okay, let me tell you a story. After seven years of marriage, I discovered that my husband had been having an affair with my best friend for nine years..."
"I really want to kill him..." This voice, filled with intense killing intent, unexpectedly came from the Spiral Tower area.
“I think so too.” She nodded to Zhan Tong, the wounded member of the Shadow Council, who was on the opposite bed.
"Awesome! This kind of scumbag deserves to be tortured both physically and emotionally before dying a miserable death!! And even after death, his soul will have to watch the female lead live a happy and carefree life!!!" After the story ended, the wounded members of the Shadow Council couldn't help but exclaim.
Seeing that most of the bloodshot in his eyes had faded, both Sang Zhitao and Han Yue were somewhat surprised.
"It actually works?!" Han Yue couldn't help but chuckle.
Seeing that the people from the Shadow Council were indeed much more relaxed during the story, Sang Zhitao then told another sweet romance novel, "My Husband is Eighteen."
After this story ended, the injured in the Spiral Tower stabilized, while the members of the Shadow Council experienced a slight increase in their emotional state.
Seeing this scene, Sang Zhitao couldn't help but have some mischievous thoughts.
She curled the corners of her lips into a wicked smile and told a purely angst-filled story.
I committed suicide after being forced to shed my self and become a backup option.
This time, the morale of the Shadow Council members dropped, while that of the Spiral Tower members rose.
From her expression, Han Yue understood what she was thinking and couldn't help but tap her head: "Stop fooling around."
Sang Zhitao gave her a pitiful look before sliding off her and sitting on a small stool next to her, where she began to tell a story.
Some of these stories are sweet and satisfying, some are about chasing after one's wife, and some are about the ways of the world.
She constantly adjusted the content of the story during the narration so that everyone's emotions could descend in unison.
In the end, she realized that the "wife-chasing crematorium" was the most suitable option.
"It really is true... the most melodramatic things in the world are the most outrageous." Sang Zhitao sighed as she wiped non-existent sweat from her forehead.
"Are you tired?" Han Yue hugged her and rubbed against her. "Go and get some rest."
Sang Zhitao nodded and followed Lin Mo back to the temporary resettlement site to rest.
For five consecutive days, she used storytelling to suppress the emotions of both sides and reduce their conflicts.
"I've felt something's been off these past couple of days." After she finished telling her story again that day, Lin Mo carried her back to her room.
"What's strange about it?" Lin Mo had been thoroughly enjoying the melodramatic stories these past few days, and a smile was on his face every day.
"Have you noticed that the people from the Spiral Tower are spouting those empty platitudes less and less? And the people from the Shadow Council are going crazy much less often too?"
"What do you mean?" Lin Mo frowned.
Sang Zhitao touched her chin: "Do you think it's possible that their abilities have also changed?"
"No way..." Lin Mo waved his hands repeatedly, "Although our superpowers are controlled by emotions, it's not like the superpowers will disappear when the emotions disappear."
Sang Zhitao retorted, "I think we should still give it a try."
"..." Lin Mo was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, "Alright, I'll help you."
"really……"
After Lin Mo used his special ability on the Shadow Council members, they discovered that the wounded members of the Shadow Council had extremely low levels of special abilities.
After taking a sip of water and pausing to tell her story, Sang Zhitao's superpowers returned to their previous strength.
"It really is related to your story..." Lin Mo looked at her in disbelief.
"Go find Hanyue!" Sang Zhitao glanced at everyone and said directly to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo nodded solemnly, picked up Sang Zhitao, and walked out.
After briefly explaining the situation to Han Yue, Han Yue's expression turned serious.
Are you sure?
"Yes, I'm absolutely certain. Under the influence of the story, not only do their emotions stabilize, but their supernatural abilities also lose energy." Sang Zhitao nodded emphatically.
"After they stopped telling stories, how much stronger were their supernatural abilities compared to when they first entered the treatment area?" Han Yue asked.
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "I don't understand those data."
Han Yue nodded thoughtfully after hearing this, and after a while she looked up at Sang Zhitao: "Alright, I understand. No more stories today, you can go back and rest."
Before Sang Zhitao could answer, Lin Mo picked her up and walked out.
"Why haven't you found any stories here that can control superpowers?" Sang Zhitao turned her head to look at Lin Mo beside her.
Lin Mo sighed: "Storybooks don't exist in this world."
"So what kind of books do you have?" Sang Zhitao paused, thinking of the textbooks she had received from the Spiral Tower. Her lips twitched, and she said incredulously, "They can't all be textbooks, can they?"
Lin Mo nodded: "That's why we've never noticed it."
Sang Zhitao found it hard to believe. Based on her life experience and understanding of human beings, she believed that storytelling was an innate human instinct.
"We are naturally prone to expressing emotions, whether negative or positive. This comes from our instincts. How could a living being abandon its instincts?"
Lin Mo stroked her head: "We don't know the story, and we have no way of knowing when we lost our instincts."
Sang Zhitao fell silent for a moment, thinking of the worlds she had experienced before. These worlds were not lacking in melodramatic stories, but they still had their own storybooks, whether classics or cheap novels. However, there was never a world without any stories at all.
“This is terrible.” Sang Zhitao looked at Lin Mo. “Humans have lost the desire to share with each other, and they have also lost the instinct to tell stories. This is too terrible.”
She subconsciously thought of Zhen; her sixth sense told her that this matter was closely related to Zhen.
"Tao Tao, we need you to tell us more stories, and it would be best if we could write them down." Two days later, Han Yue came to our door.
Sang Zhitao nodded in agreement without any surprise.
So from that day on, relying on her own writing ability and the countless emotional short stories she had read, Sang Zhitao recorded the story in just a few days, dictating it to others.
Each entry was compiled and sent to Han Yue, who then sourced numerous printing presses and sheets of paper from various locations.
A printing workshop was built here.
Then a steady stream of story collections were sent to various places, no longer a benefit exclusively for the Shadow Council and the wounded of the Spiral Tower.
Gradually, as the injuries of the people from the Shadow Council and the Spiral Tower were reduced by more than half, Sang Zhitao and the others noticed that the emotions of the people from the Spiral Tower, the Shadow Council, and the Pipe World were gradually calming down, and their attitudes toward the outside world were no longer fixed, but instead began to become more lively.
"It's like we're back on Earth, everyone's normal." As she spoke, Sang Zhitao glanced sideways at the Spiral Tower wounded who had stopped spouting empty rhetoric, and then looked at the Shadow Council members who had also stopped going crazy.
"It seems the story really works," Han Yue remarked, standing beside her.
Sang Zhitao looked around and found that everyone was busy, making friends or saying goodbye, and she suddenly found herself with nothing to do.
“Since we have nothing to do right now, how about I take Dad to the little house where I grew up?” Sang Zhitao looked at Lin Mo. “I always felt that there was something wrong with the person who raised me.”
Lin Mo knew what she meant.
Sang Zhitao lived for three hundred years, but the person who took care of her died not long ago. So who was the person who lived with her for three hundred years, or was he the last person to accompany her?
After all, Sang Zhitao, who was just an infant at the time, could not possibly have survived in the quarantine zone.
If it's the first case, why would that person live for three hundred years like them?
If it's the second case, why would someone take over and take care of her?
These two questions had been on Lin Mo's mind ever since they recognized each other. Although he had lost his memory, he wrote down these two questions on a separate page of his diary.
"Alright, go ahead." Han Yue waved her hand dismissively, left her contact number on Sang Zhitao's communicator, and then led her people off to get busy.
The father and daughter had already discussed their departure, so seeing that Hanyue agreed, they didn't delay any longer and headed in the direction Shana had indicated, carrying their backpacks.
At this time, the entire eastern district was an open-air ruin, and the father and daughter felt as small as if they were walking in a city made of steel and mud.
"What are they doing here?" Jenna finally managed to find a moment to avoid the people from the Spiral Tower and the Shadow Council and meet with Cold Moon.
Han Yue glanced at her and shrugged: "The little one is back in the hometown with her father."
Jenna looked at her with an expression that said, "What did you say?"
"Alright, help me examine those boxes that contain 477. They've been there for so many years, I wonder if the contents are damaged or not." Han Yue hugged her tightly, interrupting her gaze as she looked at the backs of Sang Zhitao and her father.
"What password box?" Jenna was pushed by Hanyue towards the new 477 base.
After searching for a long time, Sang Zhitao and Lin Mo finally found the remaining half of the cave entrance in a corner.
Lin Mo carefully led her to the ground. Looking at the familiar mutated grass, Sang Zhitao breathed a sigh of relief: "This is it."
As she spoke, she closed her eyes, wanting to hear the sounds she had heard when she fell.
But there was nothing around except the sound of the wind.
She couldn't help but frown, and waited a while longer, but in the end, nothing happened.
"What?" Lin Mo frowned and looked at her.
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "It's nothing."
"Do you remember which direction?" Lin Mo frowned as he looked at the mutated grass that was almost as tall as him.
Sang Zhitao was carried on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a familiar rooftop in front of her: "Ahead!"
She didn't even have time to look around before Lin Mo carried her straight to the cabin.
The road looks long, but it's actually not that far.
Lin Mo carried her and walked for less than half an hour before emerging from the bushes and arriving at the place where she had been attacked by the mutated animals.
"This is it!" Sang Zhitao clapped her hands as she looked at the small house not far away.
Lin Mo frowned as he looked at the small house: "Is it such a shabby place?"
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked towards the hut.
Sang Zhitao pressed his head down and said, "Don't move. When I left, that place had already been taken over by the mutated plants. It must be very dangerous there now."
Lin Mo patted her on the back: "I know what I'm doing."
The two of them carefully made their way to the cabin.
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