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 ask, "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.
坐在他对面的两个女孩都微微颔首。
其中一个是林柩，现在的她正抓着一瓶灰黑色的药剂，平静地看着白令。
而另一边，则是眼睛被蒙上了白色的布、双手缠绕交迭在椅背上的……韩千秋。
三个人的面前摆着一张小小的原木桌，桌子上面有几根白色的蜡烛。蜡烛的底部流着融化之后的蜡油，像是苍白的爪痕烙印在棕色原木之上。
昏黄的灯光映照在三个人的脸上，将他们现在的表情映照得苍白而诡异。
林柩第一个回复道：“嗯。”
她回复得很简短。
而被捆在椅子上的韩千秋在沉默了片刻之后，也低声说道：“好了。”
她们两个的声音都很轻，如果不是白令的听力比较好，或许就把这两个人的声音给漏过去了。
“那就好，”白令微微颔首，“既然已经准备好了，那么我们就开始吧。”
他举起手中的蜡烛，右手捏住辉夜的那枚绿色玉佩。
没过多时，白令的口中轻声念诵着某些拗口而奇异的词句。
而伴随着白令的声音，林柩也默不作声地把针管朝着自己的脖子上狠狠一扎，同时按动活塞、将液体全部推进自己的身体里！
在将药剂完全打入自己的身体里以后，林柩的眼睛猛地朝上一翻，纯粹的眼白像是镶嵌在眼眶里的玉石、旁边是突起宛如脉络的血管。
毫无声息的，林柩伸出手、一把抓住了韩千秋的胳膊。
而此时，坐在他们对面的韩千秋下意识开始挣扎起来。
她的体表随着白令的念诵而时不时浮现出一些类似尸斑一样的东西，宛如潮水起落、在无序的言语里来回往复折返，一点点地爬到她苍白的手臂上、又迅速消退。
而林柩抓住她胳膊的时候，这些尸斑则像是被控制住了一样，没能够彻底消散下去、反而是聚集在林柩的手指两侧，像是垂拱着月亮的星辰。
伴随着白令吟唱的声音越发快速，韩千秋的动作也越来越扭曲、狰狞！ 尽管有绳索的束缚，她的手臂仍旧弯折出一个奇诡的弧度，甚至于让人怀疑骨头会不会从她的皮肤中间扎穿出来，带出猩红的血肉一般。
“嘶……嘶……嘶……”
不成词句的音节自韩千秋的嘴角缝隙流淌而出，她的眼角高高吊起、眼窝处隐约能够看见鲜红的血迹！ 白令抓住了面前的蜡烛，面沉如水。
“冷静，韩千秋，”他平静地说道，“通灵并不会影响你的精神，现在的你还是自由的。不要被你的半身所影响，你应该反过来去窥探你的另一半。”
“因为苍白女士剥离了她的半身，而现在‘起尸人’的力量又控制了你的‘死’，所以眼下你应该是‘生’的纯粹状态。这对于苍白女士来说具有迷惑性，就像是借用了她的钥匙进入她的庭院，尘锁的大门不会阻拦你的脚步。”
透过明亮的火焰，白令的声音逐渐放缓：“现在告诉我，你看到了什么？”
伴随着他轻柔的声音。
韩千秋原本剧烈的挣扎也渐渐平复了下来。
沉默了好一会儿，她才低声开口：“我看到了……一本书。”
韩千秋的声音飘忽不定，像是在大风中被撕扯的白布：“书旁边是一根羽毛笔，以及温暖的油灯。我还看到了一个漂亮的面具，面具上雕刻着双头蛇杖的印记……”
“有一个人似乎趴在书桌上面，那个人应该是在书写着什么，文字我看不懂，”韩千秋轻声说道，“那个人的模样像是隐藏在雾气之中，我看不清楚。”
白令静静地听着她的叙述。
在韩千秋安静下来之后，他接着说道：“除了这些呢？”
除了这些……
韩千秋恍惚地说道：“我听到了某些声音。”
“那个声音好像是在叫我，”韩千秋说道，“或者说，是在叫原本的‘我’。”
“把你听到的声音都说出来，”白令说道，“不要急，慢慢来。”
这句话对于韩千秋来说有很好的缓和作用。
原先韩千秋的眉头紧缩、额头都渗出了细密的汗滴，而且她的表情也分外痛苦、简直像是快要抽搐过去了一样。
很明显，苍白女士的意识对于她而言有着很沉重的压迫感。
不过语言的作用也是很明显的。
在简短的沉默之后，韩千秋调整了一下自己的思绪，接着说道：“我……听到了一个模糊的声音。”
片刻以后，韩千秋的声音陡然变了。
一种男女不辨的声音从她的嘴边低语而出：“你在看什么，诺查丹玛斯？”
“预言对你而言就是这么重要的东西吗？哈，还是说你的起源、那个预言家的经历就是你扭曲的根本所在？”韩千秋的嘴角咧开，像是在笑，“半吊子就这么让人担心？”
“好吧好吧，你拿去看吧，反正预言都是随时会变的。哪怕是我都不敢说堪破了时间的奥秘，那对于我们而言几乎就是毒药一样的东西，贸然触碰它只会灼烧我们自己。”
说着，她耸了耸肩：“毕竟你跟我不同，你不需要经历这一切。虽然你看到的东西也少了，而且限制也多了，但是至少你还完整。”
“这还真是……值得羡慕。”韩千秋轻声说道。
话音落下，她又扭过头、看着旁边的林柩。
“哦，我可爱的克莉斯，如果你不介意的话能不能停掉你的笛子？”她漫不经心地说道，“你瞧，我旁边那只红蜘蛛都已经忍受不住，抓着我的衣服开始求饶了。”
“不，我并不是说你吹得不好听，我只是在说你吹奏的时候请避开我们。你知道的，就像是那三百个埋葬在城堡地下的孩子一样，如果一个不留神、我们都可能被你的笛子给引走。”
韩千秋微笑着说道：“当然，如果有人类找上来的话，我并不妨碍你去吹奏。至少，那个姓季的如果再找过来，我允许你们出手。”
短暂的沉默。
好一会儿，韩千秋低下头、对着空无一人的空隙说道：“你又怎么了，我的孩子。”
“你说你感觉半个身体像是在被撕裂了一样？”韩千秋自言自语道，“这很正常，因为这就是你的未来——你的半边身体必定会被撕裂开来。”
“当然，你不用害怕，我会告诉你怎么寻找回你的半身。你知道的，我对冠以‘查拉克图’家族的孩子永远是仁慈而宽容的。无论你们做了什么，无论你们变成什么样子，我都会给予你们应有的宽恕。”
这么说着，韩千秋突然扭过头来，对着白令笑眯眯地说道：“你说对吗？”
这个时候的韩千秋眼神戏谑，就像是在直面着自己面前的某个人一样。
面对着她的眼神，白令什么话都没有说，只是眼神深邃。
两个人就这么对视了三秒钟。
过了片刻，韩千秋突然抓住自己的脸。
她拼命撕扯着自己的脸，在自己的脸上硬生生刮出了一道道尖锐的血痕！ 旁边的林柩看到了之后，第一时间松开了自己的手。
然而这似乎并没有什么大用。
事实上韩千秋仍旧疯狂地挠着自己的脸。
“是谁！”她的声音扭曲而尖锐，“是谁潜入了我的记忆！”
她恶狠狠地说道：“你们这群杂种，小偷，窃贼！你们知道你们打开了什么？！”
“盒子被打开了，那个锁住的东西被放出来了，而这就是你们的手笔！”
“现在所有都要死，所有人也都会死，没有人能够逃避，没有！！”
她的声音凄厉而欢愉，纠结着抓破自己的眼珠、任由鲜血横流。
看着癫狂的韩千秋，林柩什么话都没有说，只是默默地转过头去看白令。
而白令则是平静地注视着韩千秋。
“有意思。”
过了好一会儿，白令才开口说道：“查拉克图，我大概明白了。”
“谢谢你，苍白女士，”他的声音冷静而沉着，完全没有因为怪叫的韩千秋而被影响到，“看起来我朝着我所认知的方向又进了一步。”
“那么就这样吧，善后就交给我来处理就好。”
白令笑了笑：“虽然在经过善后以后，你估计也不认识就是了。”
这么说着，他刚想要闭上眼睛。
然而下一秒钟，韩千秋突然伸出手、抓住了白令的手臂。
她的动作奇快无比，甚至于比起旁边的林柩还要快！
在白令的讶然中，韩千秋直视着白令的眼睛。
片刻以后，她缓缓开口，声音如之前那样不辨男女：“你逃不掉的。”
"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.