Although he had read this document many times, he did not mind reading it further, because the more he read, the more he could deduce from it.
"For the first time, the ending was annihilation. Including Ming Zhou, the Countermeasures Bureau, and An Jianxiu, no one survived."
Bai Ling leaned against the bed, his eyes calm. "I was unable to guess the ability of the Pale Lady the first time. I only concluded that it was related to 'contradiction'. Besides that, her location seemed to be in the middle realm between spirit and matter. After more than thirty attempts, I concluded that the weakest location of the middle realm was in the rooms of those photographers."
"In the afternoon, the meteorological disaster in Xinhai City will completely break out. It is preliminarily inferred that it is the sandstorm released by the pale lady and the hundred ghosts. The method is similar to that in Yanxia Mountain before, which is also to change the terrain and weather. Perhaps this time Xinhai City and 'Human Watch' are also involved?"
"No, it shouldn't be Human Watch. They can't protect themselves now, and various countries are trying to wipe them out. So, what other organizations are hidden outside of Human Watch? According to the special situation of Human Watch, it is Western Europe? In this case, maybe it is related to a Western European 'Emperor'..."
"The Ruler? Redbeard? Or... Lionheart?"
"Whoever it is, if it is related to Humanity's Watch, it may be due to 'Hermes'. After all, the fifth seat of Humanity's Watch, the alchemist, is a member of the Hermetic sect. So, could it be that when being surrounded, the alchemist tried to seek the protection of the Emperor? No, the Pale Lady should have been earlier than this, it is unlikely to happen at this time."
"The key now is what does the pale lady want? Why did she come to Xinhai City again? What is her purpose in bringing the Hundred Ghosts here..."
Bai Ling's eyes flickered.
He looked up at the dark ceiling, was silent for a moment, and began to write and draw in his notebook.
After writing a long paragraph, Bai Ling stopped writing, frowned and looked towards the room.
"The ring clearly sensed the spiritual fluctuations. Does this mean that Ms. Cangbai left the middle world and headed for the material world? In other words, did Xun Mo and Ming Zhou's people run into Ms. Cangbai?"
Thinking of this, Bai Ling put down the notebook in his hand.
He glanced at the time on his phone. It was 8:47 AM.
Putting the phone aside, Bai Ling took out a mask from his arms.
It was a wooden mask that looked like it was laughing and crying, and the two blue pupils in the eye sockets of the mask were particularly conspicuous.
After putting on the mask, he folded his hands over his chest.
"Cover up my scent," he said.
After completing this action, the ring on his hand lit up with pure white light.
As if a flashlight was shining through a mirror, the light from the ring seemed distant and secretive, gradually prying open the connection and shackles between the real world and the spiritual world, and forcibly pulling out a gap through the airtight door for Bering to "walk".
This should be a difficult thing for ordinary people.
After all, it is difficult for ordinary people to even understand the spiritual world, let alone enter such an abstract realm as the so-called "middle world between spirit and matter."
But Bering was able to do it.
On the one hand, it was because he had the assistance of the ring, and on the other hand, as the ruler of the sea of consciousness, no one knew how to dive into consciousness better than him.
Right now, we are just slightly changing our strategies during the dive.
After a few brief seconds, when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed from a gloomy house to an empty room with floating flames and frost.
Getting up from the bed, Bai Ling turned his head and glanced at the table beside him.
Sure enough, he saw Brother Long's camera lying on the table next to him, and it looked no different from a new one.
Reaching out and grabbing the camera, Bai Ling pondered and said, "It seems that the template is still in the material world, just like something printed out by 3D. This camera is probably a projection of an object from the outside world on this world, and it is not a real thing."
Putting down the dark and heavy equipment, Bai Ling gently stroked the frost on the wall.
"The temperature opposition... does this mean that there may have been people in this room before?" Bai Ling said in a flat voice. "According to what I saw in the photographer's memory before, the Pale Lady said that the photographer's fear would plant new seeds in the garden. So, can we say that all things that may present oppositions were originally human beings?"
"That's understandable. If this is really a special world between matter and spirit, then there must be something that serves as the foundation of this place. And the human spirit may really be used in places beyond the spirit and matter."
In other words, this world... is likely to be a pile of corpses made up of human spirits.
But it's all just speculation.
Bailing knew too little about the Pale Lady's abilities. Although he had found some information and clues through the photographer's memory, there were some things he still planned to see in person.
After all, the memories left by the photographer are only his subjective records, which to some extent cannot represent the real pale lady.
Bering took a step forward and left the photographer's room.
He followed the path the photographer remembered and made his way to the parking lot.
The road is not too far and it only takes a few minutes to get there.
In this place, he saw broken arms and limbs, as well as blood and bright red human organs pasted on the wall.
Looking down at the remains, Bai Ling thought: "He has been dead for a long time."
He kicked the broken arm on the ground, his eyes following the rolling arm. "I don't recognize any of these people. Does that mean they are not our companions? In other words, they are the people killed by the Pale Lady before us? This is good news. It seems that the Pale Lady has not yet escaped the shackles of time. This world in the middle follows also the laws of time."
It would be terrible if Bailing knew anyone here.
Because the bodies here have been dead for a long time, conservatively estimated to be several years. And Bailing and his team just came here yesterday. If the bodies yesterday showed signs of death for several years in this world... then it means that the speed of time in this world may be different from that in the real world.
This also means that the rule of "time", which restricts all living things, may not work in this world.
Even An Jianxiu's shadow and the aging creator god El had said in person that "time" was not a power that anyone could control, not even alien species.
Above the rules of "life", "death", "soul", etc., "time" is like the absolute emperor, ruling everything.
Bai Ling had previously suspected that perhaps the Pale Lady had mastered some of the abilities of "time".
Now it seems that this doubt can be temporarily eliminated. Although the Pale Lady's ability is strange, it is still bound by "time" after all.
This way, one of my doubts was resolved.
Nodding, Bai Ling took two steps forward.
This time he saw the sculpture that the photographer had lingered on for a long time.
Standing in front of the sculpture, Bai Ling looked at it carefully.
He did not feel the same "being spied on" feeling as the photographer did, perhaps because the pale lady was currently entangled in other things and had no time to look at him.
But it's okay this way.
After thinking for a moment, Bai Ling stretched out his hand.
The next second, he hit the sculpture's belly hard!
The force of this punch was very strong, it was a punch from an adult man with all his strength. Under normal circumstances, this punch would not break the sculpture, but at least it would shake it a few times.
However, the moment his fist touched the surface of the sculpture, Bai Ling felt a wonderful...softness.
It's like a punch to a human body, without any of the hardness and heaviness of a sculpture.
This is……
Bai Ling's eyes flickered.
He withdrew his hand and looked up at the tall sculpture and the four eyes on it.
Soon, at the moment of eye contact.
He finally experienced the same feeling as the photographer before him, that of being watched.
It was as if something had crossed the vast distance, projected all the way from the other side, and landed on him. There was undisguised malice in his eyes, like a bone-biting poison, emitting a shimmering glow.
"I see," Bai Ling nodded slightly, "Is this a clone?"
"Or to be more precise, this is a part of your body, a beacon that you have inserted into this world."
Bai Ling turned his head and glanced at the broken sky: "This world is not made up of humans, or it was not made up of humans in the beginning. The human spirit cannot build such a huge world. It would consume too many lives. So - the cornerstone that is free from matter and spirit is actually you."
"You also have 'contradictions' within you, and you use this world to separate the other side of your contradictions, leaving only your current self. So, the you now is actually only half of your original self?"
"Your purpose of coming to Xinhai is to find your significant other?"
In the void, a pale figure broke through the shackles of space and landed beside Bai Ling.
"It's you?" Her voice was ethereal, and it seemed like she was whispering in someone's ear. "You are the guy who sent humans in... I feel a familiar smell from you."
"What's your relationship with Hermes?"
Bering said nothing.
He just talked to himself: "You look like someone who has been dead for a long time, but your soul is full of vitality. This contradictory situation, does it mean that your own contradiction is life and death? Now you are the 'dead life', and what you separated... is the 'living death'?"
"How strange! Shouldn't the rules of life and death still be in the Abyss? They shouldn't be mastered by any alien species. Why can you show such opposition? Is it because you are special... Are you a god? Only gods can bring out some of the power of rules because of the characteristics of 'myth distortion'."
"A god who exists simultaneously with life and death. Could it be that you are the 'Goddess of Death' Hela?"
Half of her face is that of a bright little girl, while the other half is that of a pale corpse. This is Hela, the ruler of the underworld Helheim in Norse mythology.
But it shouldn't be.
Hela does exist in the abyss, which can be proved by "Humanity's Watch". Previously, when the old scholar from Western Europe was arguing with his disciple, he also mentioned how cruel "Hela" in the abyss was.
There is already one Hela, how could there be a second one?
With such doubts, Bai Ling looked up at the pale lady and said, "There seem to be many mysteries about you."
Facing Bai Ling's doubts, the pale lady chuckled and said, "You look confused?"
"You can't guess. How can humans understand our greatness?" She fell from the sky and stopped in front of Bai Ling. "You are creatures as small as ants. When you raise your heads, even the stars will be in awe. You are locked up in useless emotions, but you presume to be great. As intelligent life, you are ugly and full of flaws."
Her bony hand gently covered Bai Ling's face. "But you are quite special among humans. I can sense the breath of death from you. Are you a living dead? Interesting. If I didn't know where my other half is, I would have thought you were my other half."
"How about this, if you are willing to tell me why you have the aura of Hermes, I will tell you some of my secrets, what do you say?"
Her hands were rough and perhaps cold, just like her current smile.
It was just a joking mockery, and the Pale Lady herself didn't take it seriously.
However, she was surprised.
"Okay," Bering said, "deal."
He raised his head and looked at the pale lady, his eyes calm and indifferent: "I can tell you the information about Hermes, and I can also tell you how to find Him, and even tell you how He steals the 'soul'. But in return, you need to tell me the corresponding secret."
This sentence really stunned the pale lady.
Although her face was covered with white bones, Bai Ling could still see her surprise from her eyes.
Perhaps no one had ever wanted to negotiate with her so directly.
After a long silence, she couldn't help but let out a low laugh.
The laughter sounded creepy, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, with a chilling sharpness that made people shudder.
"Interesting," she said. "I am increasingly curious about you. Where does your blind courage come from?"
Amidst her laughter, her disorderly facial features began to open and close: "No problem, I will ask three questions, and you can ask three questions too."
Only three? Is it because she only needs three answers? Bai Ling thought so.
Looking at the pale lady, he said calmly: "You ask first."
The pale lady nodded slightly and directly asked her first question: "Why do you have the aura of Hermes?"
Faced with this problem, Bering was not at all ambiguous.
He simply showed his palm and said to the pale lady, "The latest research of the Hermetic sect. You know, they are very good at spirituality."
Her eyes rested on Bai Ling's fingers, and the pale lady was slightly startled.
Soon, she smiled and said, "I see, the younger generation of Hermes is really crazy. Well, the first question is over, and it's time for you to ask. But I'll make it clear in advance that I won't tell you any information about myself."
She was very cautious, and even though she agreed to Bai Ling's request, she quickly patched it up afterwards.
However, Bai Ling had no intention of asking the pale lady for her own information.
There is absolutely no way to verify the authenticity of what comes out of your own mouth.
In fact, he wanted to ask something else.
Looking at the pale lady, Bering said calmly: "My first question is, do you know 'Red Spider'?"
Red Spider...
At the name, the pale lady's eyebrows relaxed a little.
She was probably frowning, but her distorted facial features made it difficult for her to make such a move.
After a long while, she said, "If the 'Starscream' you are talking about is the same person I know, then I probably know him."
"He is a madman with a human as his core, who incorporates the spirits of other people into his own spirit, thinking that this way he can ascend to the throne. But obviously, he has not succeeded yet."
After getting the answer, Bai Ling nodded slightly.
According to the Pale Lady, perhaps Starscream's human core is the reason why he was able to achieve the "throne"?
And the "throne", if nothing unexpected happens, is probably the "origin".
So, even though it has not been successful yet, it will not be long before Red Spider becomes the world's first "Origin" level alien...
How did he do it? With such doubts, Bai Ling said to the pale lady: "The second one."
Looking at the decisive Bai Ling, the pale lady's smile became more intense: "I find that I like you more and more."
"Okay, the second question is, how did Hermes steal the 'soul'?"
Faced with this question, Bai Ling's expression did not change at all.
He almost said: "Rules. His own rules."
"He is the patron saint of thieves. Born from a twisted myth, He inherited the characteristics of thieves in mythology. With careful planning and the help of other gods and rule-exotics, He eventually stole part of the rules of the 'soul'."
It’s true.
Although the Pale Lady said nothing, the Prophet understood the meaning of her eyes.
This answer is a wrong answer that is not correct.
In fact, Bering didn't know what Hermes did, but he knew what the Pale Lady was thinking.
According to the Pale Lady's own thoughts, Hermes must have used his thief characteristics to steal some of the rules of the "soul".
At this time, you just need to follow her thoughts, then even if Bai Ling's answer is not correct, it will be recognized by the pale lady.
It seems that the effect is quite good now.
The Pale Lady muttered, "Oh, despicable thief god..."
Shaking her head, she continued to look at Bai Ling: "You ask the second question."
Having received the consent, Bai Ling did not hesitate at all.
He asked the most important question that he wanted to be answered the most this time: "The 'throne' you mentioned is 'origin', right?"
"What kind of power does it have?"
The words fell.
The pale lady's face gradually changed slightly.
The facial features hanging on the bones began to loosen, as if she had heard something interesting, and her eyes were full of mockery and amusement.
“Hahaha, that’s actually the question?” The pale lady said mockingly, “Interesting, it seems you know more than I thought.”
"Well, it happens that there are probably not many people in this world who can answer this question except me. As a reward for the fun you have brought me, I will tell you the answer."
She looked down at Bai Ling and said, "Do you know what the aliens fear the most?"
The most feared...
Bering did not answer.
He knew the Pale Lady would give the answer herself.
Sure enough, the next second, the pale lady muttered to herself: "It's 'time'."
"I don't know if you humans can understand this, but the fact is that even the 'gods' are extremely afraid of time. And those monsters that are distorted from concepts are even more terrified of this thing."
"And the purpose of 'Origin' is to defeat 'Time'!"
The pale lady's voice gradually became louder: "That's right, 'Time' is the master who reigns over everything, and 'Origin' is the rebel who wants to trample this master firmly under his feet! Whoever ascends the throne will be free from the shackles of time! This world, and even the world beyond it, will become His paradise!"
As she spoke, she pulled her neck viciously: "Even if we don't want this world, there is no one who doesn't want to be the 'Origin'! Time is like a rope around our necks, binding us tightly and making us unable to move! As noble creatures, no one is willing to be a prisoner!"
"This is the meaning of 'Origin'. Those who can achieve Origin will become the new king who can step on time and compete for the throne!"
"So far, most of the people who have tried have failed. However, failure does not mean nothing is gained. At least, the 'Abyss' is the product of the failure of the Origin of Promotion. It has broken free from the shackles of time to a certain extent, but in the end it was entangled more deeply..."
Listen to her words.
For the first time, a wave appeared in the prophet's calm eyes.
So this is the "origin"...
He thought of the "abyss" that the witch had opened before, and the fact that his abilities had no effect on the abyss.
"Sure enough, the purpose of the origin is to transcend time and become the only one," he sighed, "Perhaps this is good news. So far, no origin has been born."
Hmm? Looking at Bai Ling, the pale lady's originally high-spirited attitude gradually cooled down.
She narrowed her eyes and whispered, "What are you talking about?"
Unconsciously, there was a hint of caution in her tone.
Bai Ling just shook his head: "The second question is over. Let's stop here for today."
He looked up at the pale lady and said, "Thank you for your answer. Thank you very much. I can say that your answer this time has given me a lot of inspiration. Regardless of anything else, just this information alone makes my second visit not in vain."
What is he talking about? Listening to Bai Ling's voice, the pale lady became more and more surprised.
She always felt as if something terribly wrong was going on.
With her eyes flashing, she didn't hesitate for a moment and attacked Bai Ling like lightning!
This hand pierced through Bai Ling's chest and directly grasped his stopped heart firmly in his hand.
And Bai Ling just said calmly: "It's useless."
"I have found the answer, but you are still sinking," he said, "but it doesn't matter. After all, soon, you will forget everything that happened and still be lost in the darkness."
"Goodbye, then."
After saying this, Bai Ling closed his eyes.
Wait until he opens his eyes and wakes up again.
He was already in Brother Long's room.
Turning his head to glance at his phone, Bai Ling's eyes were fixed on the seconds on the phone screen.
8:47, not more, not less, exactly twenty minutes.
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