He pressed his hands forward and said cautiously but excitedly, "You are the girl who came with you before, right?"

Pointing to where Song Qingci was, Brother Long said bluntly: "Don't press it, absolutely don't press it! Once you press this button, the monster bound to this place will break free completely!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms: "I came here early, so I know what happened here. The female reporter who was with me was captured by the monster below and tied to a huge pillar after she pressed this button. One side of her was burned by flames and the other side was frozen by ice!"

Brother Long said sincerely: "You probably heard a woman tell you that you can escape from this world after pressing this button? In fact, this is false! Once you press it, you will help the monster escape step by step! I finally pushed this button back before. If you press it again now, we will no longer be able to lock the guy down there!"

Listening to Brother Long's words, Song Qingci said nothing, but just hovered his hand over the button, as if thinking about something.

Meanwhile, Brother Long probably saw Song Qingci's hesitation, and then he struck while the iron was hot and said, "I can be sure that there must be some secrets in this world. Like you, I was also kidnapped by those monsters. But at that time, because their attention was on the female reporter, they didn't pay much attention to me, so I also heard some news..."

Looking at Song Qingci, Long E said seriously: "It is said that the reason why the monsters who command these people are looking for human women is because there is a traitor in our team! And that traitor is the woman they are looking for!"

This time, Song Qingci finally spoke: "Traitor?"

Retracting her hand, she looked at Brother Long: "Since he is a traitor, why is he looking for him so hard? If you know the name of that person, wouldn't it be better to contact him directly?"

Touching the back of his head, Brother Long was also a little confused: "This... I am not very clear. However, I heard that it seems to be because the 'traitor' does not actually know that he is a 'traitor'..."

"She is the other half of a monster," said Brother Long. "She is connected to the monster's spirit without knowing it, so she leaked the information..."

After a brief deduction, Brother Long said eagerly: "In short, I speculate that this world may have greater secrets about these monsters. If we can find these secrets, then maybe we can escape from this world instead of being swallowed by this trap!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a table in the distance and spoke with certainty.

In response to his words, Song Qingci nodded without comment.

She looked up and glanced at the sky from outside the hall door.

At this moment, the sky was so gloomy that it turned gray, as if rust-like corrosion spread all over the sky, dyeing everything in a pale blue.

After a while, Song Qingci turned his head and glanced at Brother Long.

"You said you came here too?" she asked casually, "Can you tell me how you got here?"

When asked this question, Brother Long was slightly startled: "How did I get here... I was attacked and brought to this place..."

After receiving this answer, Song Qingci smiled faintly: "Really?"

She pointed to the brick floor of this world and said, "This is an intermediate realm outside of time and space. It is a negative foundation that is stripped of matter and spirit. There is no other way to enter unless you are at a weak node in the space or are targeted by the owner of this land."

Looking at Brother Long, Song Qingci showed a playful smile: "And you, Mr. Chen, are not the weakest link in this world, and you are not favored by Ms. Pale. How did you cross the mist and step into this unknown realm?"

Brother Long frowned subconsciously: "What are you talking about... Of course I came in with that female reporter..."

However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by Song Qingci: "Is that so?"

Spreading his hands, Song Qingci smiled and said, "In that case, I want to ask you a question."

"Can you tell me what your name is?" Song Qingci said with a smile, "Your real name is Mr. Chen, and it's the code name you were given and registered after you were born."

Real name...

Brother Long had a strange expression on his face: "Now is the time to worry about this kind of problem, it's not important!"

Standing opposite him, Song Qingci's smile gradually faded: "Of course this is very important."

She said casually: "Of course you won't tell me your name, because you don't know it at all. To you, this man is just a blank. You will never be able to tell his name - because the prophet is not omniscient, and things that have not appeared cannot be known in advance anyway."

"Or rather, the person who told you the prophecy didn't tell you all the details," Song Qingci smiled silently, "That's right. After all, the mist of fate is layered and difficult to see, and the ripples of time are ever-changing. Even those who are in the middle of it don't dare to say that they have seen through everything."

"To paraphrase the words of ancient sages, it is impossible for two people to step into the same river twice. Although the meaning of this sentence is a bit narrow here, its true meaning is quite appropriate. The same is true for destiny. There is no unchanging future. Even if you can see through the twists and turns of time in advance, you can only collect a little more information, that's all."

She took two steps forward, the sound of her boots stepping on the ground calmly and gracefully, until she reached the top of the highest round table.

With his hands propped up at the highest point in the room, Song Qingci glanced at Brother Long with a half-smile: "Actually, this so-called 'explanation' has no meaning to me, because in my eyes, your disguise is as conspicuous as a gray wolf putting a goat's skin on itself."

She snapped her fingers. "After all, the half-dead aura on you cannot be covered up by a simple disguise. This smell, which is even more foul than the pure aura of death, lingers around you, emitting a disgusting, foul stench all the time."

“At least I can’t be mistaken about this one thing,” she said with a smile on her face, but there was no smile in her eyes at all, “Ms. Hela.”

After hearing this.

Brother Long, who had originally slumped his shoulders, raised his head and glanced at Song Qingci.

"Who are you?" she said.

Although this is a question, both parties are very clear that it is just a statement to explain and supplement!

Facing Brother Long's question, Song Qingci spread his hands and said, "The answer is obvious."

She bowed to Brother Long, her posture was proper and flawless: "We have never met before, but of course it can be said that it has been a long time since we last met, ma'am."

"I am the person you are hiding from, and the person you are pursuing," Song Qingci said with a smile, "As for the address, I believe no one knows better than you how to address me, right?"

Listening to Song Qingci's words.

A hint of coldness flashed across Brother Long's face.

"You are... the prophet?" he said, with no emotion in his tone.

Clapping his hands, Song Qingci smiled and said, "The answer is correct, or rather, half correct. If the full score is 100, I am willing to give you 10 points!"

Pointing to his head, Song Qingci said calmly: "I can say that I am the person you think I am, or I can say that I am not. Because at the moment, this is just a false memory fragment, a seed planted in advance."

"I am now just a 'hint' planted in the mind of this individual a few hours ago," she said in a gentle voice, "so strictly speaking, the person you are facing now is still that girl."

How is it possible?! When he heard this, Brother Long's eyes were filled with disbelief: "Is this... a psychological suggestion?! This is impossible!"

He said quickly: "Even if it is a psychological suggestion, you give me the feeling of a real person now! If this is a psychological suggestion, at least it is the use of the 'soul' level, and the soul..."

Before he could finish, Song Qingci helped him and said, "The law of the soul is now in the hands of Hermes, right?"

She looked at Brother Long and said with a smile: "Yes, this does not involve the soul level. But in fact, it is very simple to do all this..."

Song Qingci's expression gradually calmed down, and his tone became indifferent: "Because I just knew in advance what words would come out of your mouth and what movements your limbs would make, and then gave this 'seed' a color based on that, that's enough."

"Like now, if I'm not mistaken, it's about half an hour after the battle broke out?" Song Qingci said, "But in fact, the time I said this was actually twenty hours ago, in a dark and damp basement."

"So, the current situation is actually more like a conversation between the 'past'," Song Qingci said, pointing at Brother Long, "and the 'future'. I am the past, and you are the future."

This is impossible!

Brother Long was once again skeptical.

No one knows better than him what the so-called "prophet" is all about.

Just like what the girl said before, time is constantly changing, and fate also leads to different results as time changes. Therefore, even the guy in the past does not dare to say that he has complete control over the future.

A word or a look can make the original future completely different from the previous one. Although the prediction has a connection similar to "cause and effect", no matter how it changes, the observed future is no different from the predicted one. However, as the biggest variable, once the predictor is involved, it may cause the original future to deviate.

In simple terms, the prophet can see the future for sure, and no matter how the future changes, it will be seen by the prophet in the end. But if the prophet himself intervenes, because he is the most uncertain factor, the future may be different from the original.

Therefore, once a person who can predict the future gets involved in fate, the waves that are stirred up are totally beyond the ability of the prophet to bear!

And now, the guy opposite actually told Brother Long that she just predicted her reaction in advance and gave a corresponding answer? ! This idea that almost violated Brother Long’s values ​​was hard for Brother Long to believe.

The man probably guessed what Long Ge was thinking, so he shook his head and smiled calmly: "You might find it strange."

"But it doesn't matter." She spread her hands. "Destiny is not something you can understand. It's hard for me to fully explain it."

"But one thing is certain."

Standing on the round table, Song Qingci looked at Brother Long with a half-smile: "You knew all our directions in advance, not because of any traitor, but because of the 'prophecy'."

"Hundreds of years ago, someone predicted today's situation and gave you information and intelligence," Song Qingci said with a smile, "That's why we are completely exposed - because today's situation was predetermined hundreds of years ago."

"But there is one difference, that is, this can only be booked for the 'first time', and there is no way to book the 'second time'."

Snapping his fingers, Song Qingci said softly, "The man from hundreds of years ago knew my first thought, but it is impossible for him to know the second one. Because to do this, it requires superimposed foresight, and it is highly unlikely that He can do this."

"So now is the time to release the second one."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand and smashed the button directly under the table!

The next second, the button that was smashed down made a "squeak" sound, and the light suddenly shone brightly! After a while, yellow sand like waves gathered in this space, directly blocking the originally empty combat hall. All you can see is a piece of dry yellow mud and sand!

What is this?! Looking at this scene in front of him, Brother Long's eyes flashed with horror.

Song Qingci's voice was still clearly audible in the yellow sand: "Is this the truth about the sandstorm in Xinhai City?"

"A... dragon?" She said with a faint smile, "Interesting, very interesting."

With her voice.

The next second, the slender monster that was originally trapped underground suddenly jumped out from the round table and blew the empty table into pieces of broken wood!

These pieces of wood stabbed towards a distance like sharp arrows, and pierced the ground like feathers. Each one carried an unparalleled momentum, and many even pierced through the hard marble tiles!

A moment later.

In the rising yellow sand, a slender figure appeared behind the clouds, and its tail stirred the blue-gray clouds above its head, rising and expanding.

This state lasted for about three seconds.

Three seconds later, the blue-gray sky seemed to be cut by a needle, revealing a bright light.