Ding Yan was holding two plates in his hands and squeezed through the crowd with some effort.
Along the way, he almost ran into a female star from An Jianxiu's team. Some of the soup on the plate spilled onto her skirt, and Ding Yan was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, saying that he did not mean it.
The beautiful female star smiled kindly, told Ding Yan that it was okay, and got his contact information from Ding Yan.
"This counts as an apology," the female star said with a smile, "Just consider it as an acquaintance."
Ding Yan, whose phone number was taken away by someone for unknown reasons, stood there in a daze. After a long while, he finally remembered his previous purpose.
Carrying two plates again, Ding Yan crossed the crowd again and finally found Xun Mo in a corner.
At this moment, Xun Mo was curled up in a ball, with a large piece of clothing on his body, like a corpse lying horizontally in a morgue. From his arms, the pale fluorescence of the mobile phone could be seen, making his handsome face look like a dead person.
Ding Yan sighed and put the plate on the table next to him: "Minister Xun, it's time to eat."
After hearing his voice, Xun Mo didn't even raise his head: "Don't worry, wait until I defeat this BOSS."
As he spoke, his fingers flew fast in his coat, as if he was playing a grand and gorgeous piano piece on the small screen of his mobile phone. Every input was like the sound of piano notes on the keys, as sharp as a blade, breaking into pieces on the battlefield with thick ink and heavy colors, harvesting the life of the huge monster in the center of the screen one by one.
After about thirty seconds, the monster on the screen let out a mournful wail, its body stiffened, and slowly fell to the ground.
The phone vibrated for a while, and after a while, a cute girl's voice came from the phone: "Congratulations, you passed the level!"
I don't know why, but just by hearing this voice, Ding Yan felt that Xun Mo was probably not playing a serious game...
Putting down the phone, Xun Mo stood up. His coat fell on the chair next to him. He picked it up and placed it in the middle of the table.
Glancing at Ding Yan, Xun Mo casually said, "Did you run into anyone under that sissy?"
Sissy...
Ding Yan's brain stopped working for a while before he realized who Xun Mo was talking about: "Are you talking about Boss An?"
"Nonsense," Xun Mo broke open the disposable chopsticks and rolled his eyes, "Apart from that guy, who else can put the word 'sissy' on himself like putting on clothes?"
After fiddling with the rice, he said listlessly, "From my personal experience, you are being targeted."
Xun Mo took a mouthful of rice and said in a somewhat unclear voice: "As someone who has been through this, I have a suggestion for you. In this world, apart from your parents, no one will show you kindness for no reason. If a stranger treats you well without asking for anything in return, it must be that what he wants is so big that you can hardly afford it. Just like me, I could have lived a life of idleness and idleness, but I was trapped by Director Wang and couldn't escape."
When he said this, Xun Mo's expression fell a little.
He probably really feels that his current life is very different from his ideal life.
Sighing, Xun Mo continued, "Did your boss ask you to follow me?"
Hearing this, Ding Yan nodded: "Yes."
At a combat meeting not long ago, Bering assigned tasks to almost everyone, which of course included Mingzhou's people.
But that is something that needs to be done tomorrow. Nothing has happened today for the time being, so everyone participating in this action can act freely.
After the meeting, Bai Ling went to see Ming Zhou's men alone.
"Go follow Xun Mo if you have time these two days," Bai Ling said, "Try not to be left alone."
This order made everyone in Mingzhou a little confused.
Ji Qianqin couldn't help but asked, "What about you, boss?"
When asked this question, Bai Ling smiled and said, "Me?"
"I have other things to do," he said, glancing at Han Qianqiu beside him, "I probably won't show up for some time. The reason is very simple - if I show up too early, the Pale Lady will be scared."
When saying this, Bai Ling's tone was extremely calm, as if he was saying "Today is a good day to go fishing and you will definitely come back empty-handed."
However, only those who truly understand this know how important this sentence is.
Just by showing up, the "disaster" level monsters are frightened and unable to move. What exactly this means is almost self-evident!
No one would doubt the truth of this statement.
Because everything that happened in the past two months has made these people fully realize what kind of existence the "prophet" is! Patting Han Qianqiu on the head, Bai Ling once again said something that made people confused: "Not to mention, I'm afraid someone is looking for me now."
"To be honest, although I also want to know who is the one who really moves the needle of fate, it is obvious that Xinhai is more important now," Bai Ling said regretfully, "So even though I am very curious, I can only suppress this restless curiosity for the time being."
Bai Ling tapped the table lightly with his fingers and said with a smile: "Anyway, you should stay with Xun Mo for now. If nothing unexpected happens tonight, Xun Mo will definitely go out for a walk. This is a rare opportunity, and today you can see how the top people prepare when they have enough time to prepare."
This is why Bai Ling asked them to come find Xun Mo.
Although Bering could teach them this knowledge, to some extent, it was easier to actually observe and witness it with his own eyes than to passively listen to it from others.
That's why Ding Yan stays with Xun Mo now.
Xun Mo probably guessed something and couldn't help but yawning: "Tsk, it really is, he looks exactly like Qi Guang."
Rubbing his eyes, Xun Mo lowered his head and took two bites of rice, then said slowly: "That's fine, I also need to make some preparations tonight. It won't hurt if you come along and take a look."
Hearing this, Ding Yan's expression brightened slightly.
However, before he could finish being happy, Xun Mo changed the subject: "But it's not like there's nothing free."
"It's just like a concert. Even if it's a third-rate underground idol, you have to buy a ticket if you want to come in and watch," Xun Mo pointed at himself, "not to mention me, who is a superstar in the entertainment industry. In the past, scalpers would have made a fortune to watch such a performance up close."
Hearing this, Ding Yan scratched his head subconsciously.
"Then...what's the price?" he said cautiously.
In response to Ding Yan's question, Xun Mo smiled.
He pulled out several game consoles and tablets from the back, and the electronic devices fell in front of Ding Yan like rain. In a short while, a small mountain of electronic devices was piled up in front of Ding Yan.
Looking at this electronic product that almost reached his eyebrows, Ding Yan felt uneasy for no reason.
Every electronic device was lit up with colorful interfaces. Some had revealingly dressed 2D beautiful girls holding their hands tenderly to Ding Yan, while others were wearing cold and hard mechas, carrying large electric saws as tall as a person, looking at Ding Yan indifferently, as if they would step out of the screen in the next second and give Ding Yan a hard blow.
We can also see Xun Mo's taste from here - he wants both soft and cute love games and die-hard, iron-blooded hard-core ones.
While Ding Yan was stunned, Xun Mo was looking at Ding Yan with a smile across the pair of electron mountains.
“All of this.”
He spread his hands and said to Ding Yan meaningfully. —— "Are you ready?"
Just when Ding Yan was struggling with how to hand Xun Mo over to his mobile game.
Bai Ling sat on the chair in front of him, facing the two people opposite him.
"This time, we are going to use the power of the corpse-raisers to induce your state, Han Qianqiu," he said, glancing at Han Qianqiu, "You and the pale lady are of the same origin, so I think there may be some connection between you."
"If we can build a bridge through this connection, then we may be able to revisit her memory. This will be very meaningful for us to deal with her."
As he spoke, Bai Ling shook the green jade pendant in his hand.
He "borrowed" it from Kaguya, and Kaguya agreed to it personally.
"This is a tool for spiritual communication. Through spiritual communication, we can enter a state similar to pure consciousness. As long as you and the Pale Lady are still connected, you will be able to share the same ocean of consciousness at that time."
Bai Ling said: "Therefore, it is not impossible to sneak into her memory and dig out her past. And all this requires is your cooperation."
"So I ask again, are you ready?"
Listen to what he says.
The two girls sitting opposite him nodded slightly.
One of them was Lin Ju, who was currently holding a bottle of gray-black potion and looking at Bai Ling calmly.
On the other side was Han Qianqiu, whose eyes were covered with a white cloth and whose hands were folded on the back of a chair.
In front of the three people was a small wooden table with a few white candles on it. The bottom of the candles was dripping with melted wax, like pale claw marks imprinted on the brown wood.
The dim light shone on the faces of the three people, making their current expressions look pale and weird.
Lin Ju was the first to reply: “Yeah.”
She responded briefly.
Han Qianqiu, who was tied to the chair, was silent for a moment, and then whispered, "Okay."
Both of their voices were very soft, and if Bai Ling hadn't had good hearing, he might have missed their voices.
"That's good," Bai Ling nodded slightly, "Now that we are ready, let's get started."
He raised the candle in his hand and held Kaguya's green jade pendant in his right hand.
Not long after, Bai Ling whispered some difficult and strange words.
Along with Bai Ling's voice, Lin Ju silently stabbed the needle into his neck, and at the same time pressed the piston to push all the liquid into his body!
After the medicine was completely injected into his body, Lin Ju's eyes suddenly rolled upwards. The pure whites of his eyes looked like jade embedded in his eye sockets, with blood vessels protruding next to them like veins.
Silently, Lin Ju reached out and grabbed Han Qianqiu's arm.
At this moment, Han Qianqiu, who was sitting opposite them, began to struggle subconsciously.
As Bai Ling chanted, things like corpse spots would occasionally appear on her body, like the ebb and flow of the tide, going back and forth in the disordered words, crawling up her pale arms little by little, and then quickly disappearing.
When Lin Ju grabbed her arm, the corpse spots seemed to be controlled and could not completely dissipate. Instead, they gathered on both sides of Lin Ju's fingers, like stars surrounding the moon.
As Bai Ling's chanting became faster and faster, Han Qianqiu's movements became more and more twisted and ferocious! Despite being bound by ropes, her arms still bent into a strange arc, which even made people wonder if the bones would pierce through her skin and bring out scarlet flesh and blood.
“Hiss…hiss…hiss…”
Syllables that didn't form a sentence flowed out from the corners of Han Qianqiu's mouth. Her eyes were raised high, and bright red blood could be vaguely seen in her eye sockets! Bai Ling grabbed the candle in front of him, his face as gloomy as water.
"Calm down, Han Qianqiu," he said calmly, "The spirit connection will not affect your spirit. You are still free now. Don't be affected by your half body. You should spy on your other half instead."
"Because the Pale Lady stripped off half of her body, and now the power of the Corpse Risen controls your death, you should be in a pure state of life right now. This is confusing to the Pale Lady, just like borrowing her key to enter her courtyard. The locked gate will not stop you."
Through the bright flames, Bering's voice gradually slowed down: "Now tell me, what do you see?"
With his soft voice.
Han Qianqiu's originally violent struggle gradually subsided.
After a long silence, she whispered, "I saw... a book."
Han Qianqiu's voice was erratic, like a piece of white cloth torn in the wind: "Next to the book was a feather pen and a warm oil lamp. I also saw a beautiful mask with the mark of a two-headed snake staff carved on it..."
"There seems to be a person lying on the desk. He should be writing something, but I can't understand the words," Han Qianqiu said softly. "The person seems to be hidden in the mist. I can't see clearly."
Bai Ling listened to her story quietly.
After Han Qianqiu calmed down, he continued, "Besides these?"
Besides these...
Han Qianqiu said in a trance: "I heard some voices."
"That voice seemed to be calling me," Han Qianqiu said, "or rather, calling the original 'me'."
"Say what you heard," Bering said. "Don't rush. Take your time."
This sentence had a good soothing effect on Han Qianqiu.
Han Qianqiu's brows were furrowed, beads of sweat were oozing from her forehead, and her expression was extremely painful, as if she was about to have a convulsion.
It was obvious that the Pale Lady's consciousness was a heavy oppression to her.
However, the role of language is also obvious.
After a brief silence, Han Qianqiu adjusted his thoughts and continued, "I...heard a vague sound."
After a moment, Han Qianqiu's voice suddenly changed.
A voice, neither male nor female, whispered from her lips: "What are you looking at, Nostradamus?"
"Is prophecy so important to you? Ha, or is your origin and the experience of that prophet the root of your distortion?" Han Qianqiu's mouth was grinning, as if he was laughing, "Is a half-baked thing so worrying?"
"Okay, okay, take it and read it. Prophecies can change at any time. Even I dare not say that I have cracked the mystery of time. It is almost like poison to us. If we touch it rashly, we will only burn ourselves."
As she spoke, she shrugged: "After all, you are different from me. You don't need to go through all this. Although you have seen less and have more restrictions, at least you are still complete."
"This is really... worthy of envy." Han Qianqiu said softly.
After she finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Lin Ju next to her.
"Oh, my lovely Chris, if you don't mind, could you please stop playing your flute?" She said nonchalantly, "Look, the red spider next to me can't stand it anymore, it grabbed my clothes and started begging for mercy."
"No, I'm not saying you don't play well, I'm just saying please stay away from us when you play. You know, just like the three hundred children buried under the castle, if we're not careful, we could all be led away by your flute."
Han Qianqiu smiled and said, "Of course, if a human comes looking for you, I won't stop you from playing. At least, if that Ji guy comes looking for you again, I'll allow you to play."
There was a brief silence.
After a while, Han Qianqiu lowered his head and said to the empty space: "What's wrong with you, my child?"
"You said you felt like half of your body was being torn apart?" Han Qianqiu said to himself, "This is normal, because this is your future - half of your body will definitely be torn apart."
"Of course, you don't have to be afraid. I will tell you how to find your other half. You know, I am always kind and tolerant to the children of the 'Zaraktu' family. No matter what you have done, no matter what you have become, I will give you the forgiveness you deserve."
Having said that, Han Qianqiu suddenly turned around and said to Bai Ling with a smile: "Are you right?"
At this time, Han Qianqiu's eyes were playful, as if he was facing someone directly in front of him.
Facing her gaze, Bai Ling said nothing, but his eyes were deep.
The two of them stared at each other for three seconds.
After a moment, Han Qianqiu suddenly grabbed his face.
She tore at her face desperately, leaving sharp bloody marks on it! When Lin Jue saw this, he immediately let go of his hand.
However, this doesn't seem to be of much use.
In fact, Han Qianqiu was still scratching his face frantically.
"Who is it!" Her voice was distorted and sharp, "Who sneaked into my memory!"
She said viciously: "You bastards, thieves, and burglars! Do you know what you opened?!"
"The box was opened, the locked object was released, and this is your doing!"
"Everyone will die now. Everyone will die. No one can escape. No one!!"
Her voice was shrill and joyful, and she struggled to scratch her eyeballs and let the blood flow.
Looking at the crazy Han Qianqiu, Lin Ju said nothing, but just turned his head silently to look at Bai Ling.
Bai Ling, on the other hand, looked at Han Qianqiu calmly.
"interesting."
After a long while, Bering finally said, "Zaraktu, I think I understand."
"Thank you, Ms. Pale," his voice was calm and composed, not affected at all by Han Qianqiu's weird cry, "It seems that I have made another step in the direction I know."
"That's it, leave the aftermath to me."
Bai Ling smiled and said, "Although after the aftermath, you probably won't recognize me anymore."
Having said this, he was about to close his eyes.
However, the next second, Han Qianqiu suddenly reached out and grabbed Bai Ling's arm.
Her movements were incredibly fast, even faster than Lin Ju next to her!
While Bai Ling was surprised, Han Qianqiu looked straight into his eyes.
After a moment, she spoke slowly, her voice as indistinguishable as before: "You can't escape."
"No one in this world can escape time. Using such power comes at a price," Han Qianqiu said softly. "You will be like me, buried in the torrent. This is your fate. The shackles of time have already trapped you. Our consciousness is being eroded by the waves of time. We can't escape. Everything is destined."
"And soon, the price of this destiny will be reflected on you..."
Han Qianqiu smiled with some evil taste: "You will start to forget everything, forget your identity, forget your original purpose, and finally, forget yourself. This is something you can't avoid no matter how many times you go back in time, because you and I are the same, we are all the same!"
"Look, you should have forgotten something now, right?" Han Qianqiu's lips curled up slightly, "Otherwise you should have run away a long time ago, but you forgot, forgot that you should return to your original timeline, and forgot what you should do now."
"But it doesn't matter. This forgetfulness is only temporary. You will remember in five seconds and leave this timeline. Just like you did before..."
Grabbing Bai Ling's arm, Han Qianqiu said softly: "But you have to be careful, once you start to forget... you can no longer quit."
"Think about it. If you forgot who you were, if someone gave you false memories when you forgot who you were..."
Letting go of Bai Ling's hand, Han Qianqiu laughed and said, "So we are the same, the same! Hahahahaha!"
Her laughter was piercing and sharp, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, with a chilling thrill that almost pierced through people's eardrums!
Hearing this voice, Bai Ling's face turned ugly.
It may have been a long time, or it may have been just a moment.
A hand gently covered Bai Ling's shoulder.
Lin Ju whispered, "Prophet, are you... okay?"
Looking up, Bai Ling glanced at Lin Ju.
And Han Qianqiu, whose arms had not yet been entangled and who was looking down at the ground anxiously.
...I'm back? Bai Ling thought uncertainly.
Han Qianqiu's voice from before seemed to still echo in his mind, and he couldn't forget it no matter what.
Rubbing his head, Bai Ling said tiredly, "Not bad."
He shook his head and threw all the mess out of his mind.
After recovering a little, Bai Ling adjusted his thoughts: "I have figured out the Pale Lady..."
But before he could finish.
The next second, the second half of Bai Ling's sentence was stuck in his throat and he didn't utter a word for a long time.
Hmm? Lin Ju, who was still listening, looked at Bai Ling in confusion.
She didn't know why Bering suddenly stopped narrating.
However, Bai Ling did not look at the two people next to him. He just lowered his head and stared at his arm in a trance.
At this moment, there was a dark blue palm print on his arm.
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