Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't doubt the authenticity of Kunlun Mountain; he only wondered if it was Zhou Qingfeng's conspiracy.
The possibility of a conspiracy is unlikely. Zhou Qingfeng's desire to save the world is genuine. He hopes to try his luck in the ancient ruins that he cannot enter. If he succeeds, all the better, but if he fails, the probability of him choosing the path of turning the entire population into monsters when he has no other choice will increase.
Even if it were a conspiracy, Fang Xiu would not be afraid at all. He could make Zhou Qingfeng fail once, and he could make him fail a second time.
Only the weak worry all day about being surpassed by their defeated rivals.
After Fang Xiu finished reading all the text, it vanished instantly, as if erased by an eraser, and was replaced by the original text on the document.
This method is actually somewhat similar to the blood-red words you saw on the ceiling when you first traveled through time.
However, he had obtained some of Zhou Qingfeng's memories, which only included the scene of Zhou Qingfeng placing his consciousness and leaving, but not the part about writing blood words.
Zhou Qingfeng was already afraid of being discovered by those two beings, so he always placed his consciousness in secret. Naturally, he wouldn't dare to write on the ceiling openly.
Similarly, no one else dared to do so.
Therefore, never let them know that you can see it, and that it can only be left by one of those two unmentionable beings.
Who are those two people?
Whenever Fang Xiu pondered this question, an indelible image of a beautiful woman would always appear in his mind.
Wife!
An existence surpassing even the God of Demons had been eyeing him from the very beginning, even chasing him from afar after he moved. If you said his wife had nothing to do with the mastermind, no one would believe it.
Moreover, recalling her previous meeting with Zhou Qingfeng, something felt very strange and incongruous.
That is, Zhou Qingfeng never mentioned his wife from beginning to end.
With Zhou Qingfeng's experience and his own memories, it's impossible that he didn't know just how special his wife was, and that she was very likely an existence above even the God of Ghosts.
Yet, despite her strong presence and the fact that she occupied most of his memories, Zhou Qingfeng treated her as if she were merely an ordinary, eerie creature, completely ignoring her.
The sense of incongruity is so strong, so abnormal, that it even defies logic.
There are only two possibilities: either Zhou Qingfeng is afraid of his wife and doesn't dare to mention it at all.
Either his wife's strength influenced Zhou Qingfeng, causing a distorted perception in him.
Fang Xiu sat in his seat, closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before finally slowly opening them.
Thinking about these things now is too far off. When we don't have the strength to change the status quo, thinking about anything will only cause us trouble. It's better to be down-to-earth and start with what we can do.
"Someone come here," Fang Xiu said, picking up the phone.
Soon, a staff member rushed over.
"Commander-in-Chief, what are your orders?"
"Take me to the switchboard room."
"Yes, Captain!"
The staff didn't dare ask any more questions and took Fang Xiu directly to the call center.
The call center was divided into many rooms, each filled with people and separated by small cubicles. Its sole purpose was to answer telephone calls.
Whenever people encounter strange events, they can call the headquarters for help. After verification, the headquarters will send a spirit master to resolve the issue. If there are not enough spirit masters, they will also provide some general methods for dealing with strange events.
Whether they survive or not is up to fate.
When faced with bizarre events, death is inevitable.
Fang Xiu walked into the No. 1 call center, where young staff members were busily making calls. They worked in pairs, with one person making the call and the other sitting down.
Why is it configured this way?
Because some strange forms of contamination can be transmitted via telephone, there must be dedicated observers to monitor the operators at all times, and to take immediate and forceful measures should any contamination be detected.
With the impending apocalypse, increasingly bizarre events have occurred recently, keeping the operators extremely busy and sweating profusely; most of them have even lost their voices.
No one noticed Captain Fang's arrival.
"What!? You said that Experimental No. 8 Middle School is shrouded in an A-level mysterious domain, and thousands of students are trapped inside?" an operator exclaimed.
"Quickly, report the situation immediately. It's an A-level bizarre incident involving thousands of people. We request a deputy captain-level spirit master to provide support."
"Where is the current vice-captain?"
"Wait a moment, let me check."
"The closest vice-captain is Xu Tianbao, but he's too far away. It will take him at least half an hour to get to Experimental No. 8 Middle School."
"What! Half an hour? This is an A-level anomaly! In half an hour, who knows how many students will die? How many teachers in the school are spirit masters?"
"There is only one, and he is at the second rank. He lost both legs in a battle with a strange creature, so he was relegated to the second line."
"There's no other way. It seems we can only send Xu Tianbao to No. 8 Middle School as soon as possible."
"I'll contact Xu Tianbao right away."
The operator was about to make a call, but a large hand held her down.
"No need."
The operator instantly flew into a rage, leaping to her feet: "Do you know that you're delaying... the... the Chief Captain!"
The moment the words "Captain" were uttered, the previously cluttered office fell into complete silence.
Everyone turned around in disbelief to look at Fang Xiu.
Facing the surprised looks of the crowd, Fang Xiu calmly said, "I will go to No. 8 Middle School myself. You can continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Xiu's figure vanished from the spot, as if he had never existed.
Today, his speed has long surpassed the range visible to the naked eye for ordinary people.
The headquarters is far from No. 8 Middle School, but that's only relative to others. For Fang Xiu, five minutes is enough.
He needs to gain the power of faith, and No. 8 Middle School is a good choice.
Whoosh!
A pair of black fiery wings appeared from his back.
Immediately afterwards, a demonic figure streaked across the sky above Beijing, creating a powerful sonic boom that instantly attracted countless eyes.
(Sigh, that's all I can write for now. Over three thousand words. It's not that I can't, it's just that time doesn't allow it! Endless overtime! The flood has ruined me!)
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