Bai Ling sat on the chair, placed his hands flat on the table, and gently stroked the ring on his hand.

After about three seconds, he said to himself: "The hints on both sides have been triggered. It seems that they have reached the critical moment."

Glancing at the table beside him, Bai Ling smiled silently.

It seems that the prophet hundreds of years ago thought the same as himself, and finally chose the side that was beneficial to himself.

With his hands folded on his chin, Bai Ling's eyes flickered: "In the superimposed prediction, there were sandstorms in Xinhai City the first two times, which means that the dragons were released. However, the third time, I did not observe this phenomenon. "

'I guess it's because releasing the dragon is a hassle for Lady Pale. Otherwise, she wouldn't release it every time when the situation is favorable to humans. The first time was because of my appearance, and the second time was because Xun Mo and An Jianxiu injured her. Therefore, the dragon is probably not submissive to her. '

'The same is true for the Tyrant King's Ring. The person who created it does not seem to have used it, otherwise this ring with such great use would not have been sealed in the Misty Mountain. From this point of view, Hermes's Philosopher's Stone is not perfect either - at least the creatures they created have their own ideas and know how to refuse and resist.'

'This dragon is probably the same. Although I don't know what the Pale Lady wants to do with it, there is no doubt that this requires the dragon to make a sacrifice, and the sacrifice may be very large, otherwise it would not be so manic that it spreads yellow sand all over the new sea. So, is it a sacrifice? Or reorganization? '

Bai Ling tapped his fingers lightly on the table and sighed. "Anyway, no matter what, this is good news for me for now. The enemy of my enemy may not necessarily be my friend, but at least there is no reason for both sides to have friction before the common enemy is eliminated."

The right thing to do is to calm down and cooperate to kill the Pale Lady and her followers.

Glancing at the phone beside him, Bai Ling thought to himself, "There are no major changes in areas B and C at the moment. Only area A is being attacked by the ghosts as bait. But it doesn't matter. The guys in area A are victims that can be found everywhere. I don't care even if they consume a lot."

Yes.

None of the people in Area A are truly human beings participating in this battle.

On the contrary, they are as complete monsters as the people who fight them.

All the people currently participating in Area A are monsters called "pseudo-people" that Ding Yan, Li Jingwen and others had encountered in Yanxia Mountain.

This monster is very similar to humans. Except for a few slightly strange features, it is basically carved from the same mold as humans.

This is the guy that Bai Ling asked for from Qi Guang after experiencing the superimposed precognition.

It must be said that Qi Guang was indeed well connected. He was able to get these troublesome alien species and package them up for Bai Ling. Apart from reminding him not to make too much noise, Qi Guang hardly set any restrictions on Bai Ling.

And when facing these monsters, Bering only had one move.

That's "hypnosis".

Although it is more difficult to hypnotize aliens than humans, that is only for the "disaster" level. For aliens like "pseudo-humans" who are at most "ordinary" level, hypnotizing them is not much different from hypnotizing humans.

During the hypnosis process, Bering implanted an idea in all of them, which was firmly engraved in their hearts like a thought stamp.

The idea is that all of them are "slightly weird-looking humans."

This is a somewhat pleasing method. Generally speaking, it is very difficult for this method to work for creatures other than humanoid life forms - after all, you can't expect a pig to think that it is a beautiful girl. This thing is not in line with the actual situation.

But “fake people” are different.

Their special physiological structure and origin determine that they are closely related to "human beings". When doing such hypnosis, the resistance will be smaller.

However, even so, it has occupied most of their brains, leaving these monsters no room to think.

This is also the reason why photographer Long Ge felt that the soldiers were strangely silent along the way.

It's not because they are well-trained, but because their minds are now so full of this thought that it might overflow with the slightest movement...

The hypnosis of the Tyrant King's Ring is essentially a battle with the original individual's spirit. Whether it is too much or too little, it cannot achieve the appropriate effect. Only by matching the spirit of the original body can the best effect be achieved, and the stranger the command, the more investment is required.

The final result is that those fake people become idiots who can't even say a few words.

But it doesn't matter.

Just like what Bai Ling said not long ago... or what he said to Xun Mo now, the prophet's predictions are generally predetermined. Unless the biggest variable, the prophet himself, is involved, it will lead to only one result anyway.

However, although the result is unique, the process can be modified.

The result you see is "At 10 o'clock in the morning, a group of people gathered in Area A." Yes, I did send people, it was 10 o'clock, and it was indeed in Area A.

It’s just that these are a group of pigs who have been instilled with the idea of ​​“I feel I am a human” and look very much like humans.

Then it is a human, right? What you saw was correct, and the order I gave was correct, so we are both happy! Thinking of this, Bai Ling couldn't help but smile.

Of course, this is just one aspect.

In fact, because the prophets themselves are living beings, what they see is often subjective and relatively narrow.

For example, Bering could see anything that happened within a period of time, but he could not see the situation in another country on the other side of the ocean.

The prophet's foresight requires a carrier.

Bailing didn't know what the guy's carrier was hundreds of years ago, but based on the test of this situation, he roughly guessed it.

I'm afraid it's the Pale Lady herself.

In other words, what the prophet saw was only what happened around the Pale Lady.

Otherwise, he couldn't have deployed defenses only in Area A, and he couldn't have failed to notice Han Qianqiu's presence.

Otherwise, Ms. Cangbai would have come to this basement to arrest Han Qianqiu long ago. Why would she need to activate the "Hundred Ghosts"? After all, that guy's prediction also has limitations.

And it is very likely that He is different from himself.

Perhaps what He saw was less than He thought.

This is not Bering's confidence, but he really feels this way.

There are many things that if that guy observes carefully, he will definitely be able to find clues. For example, the name of the photographer, this happened in front of the pale lady, if he can see farther, among other things, the photographer has an ID card, if he observes carefully, he will definitely see it.

Yet He was totally unaware.

"This may mean that his foresight is different from mine, and it is not infinite..." Bai Ling's eyes flickered, "Perhaps he is similar to me in the original world. He needs to pay a price before he can use the prophecy, so he cherishes the results of the prophecy and cannot be comprehensive..."

Han Qianqiu could sense this from his previous memory, from the words that guy said when he grabbed his arm.

At that time He said, "No one can escape time, and using power comes at a price"...

What does time mean to me? If even the guy who brought together the Pale Lady, Nostradamus, and even the witch hundreds of years ago had to succumb to the control of time, then for me, who almost escaped the constraints of time, what kind of haze and... fog still exists on the road ahead? Or, how could I in the original world avoid the cost in such a strange way? Just death, just because of "eternity"? Thinking of this, Bai Ling gently touched his chin with his fingers, and his eyes flickered more and more.

"Time" is the answer to all problems, and it also seems to be the cause of all problems.

Whether it is the original Bering, the prophet from hundreds of years ago or other alien species, even Tianyuan, the place where alien species were born, they all seem to be bound by time.

It is like an undisputed, uncrowned king who is above all laws, and controls everything in the world with absolute power and ultimate authority. No matter whether they are humans or alien species, they are forced to put on heavy shackles by it, tie their own hands and feet, and keep their eyes closed.

And I seem to be being bound by time little by little...

Thinking of this, Bai Ling couldn't help but recall the scenes in Han Qianqiu's memory.

The next second, he was slightly stunned.

"What happened then?"

He patted his head, thinking in a daze: 'That guy seemed to have said that I also have a price... What is this price? Why can't I remember it? '

This is trouble.

If I forget such an important thing, my life will probably become quite complicated.

According to this situation, this price may be related to memory...

Rubbing his head, Bai Ling suddenly remembered: "Oh, let's see if there is anything recorded in the diary. If something really happened, I will definitely write it down in advance to prevent myself from forgetting."

With this thought in mind, Bai Ling opened the diary that had been in his pocket and turned to the last page.

The next second, the moment I saw the handwriting on the diary.

Bai Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

His hand gently pressed on the paper, tracing the somewhat messy handwriting on the notebook bit by bit, as if he was considering whether this was something he had written.

If I really wrote it down myself, then what is the purpose of writing it down? Looking at the messy strokes on the paper.

Bai Ling said softly: "'Never try to recall lost memories'..."

"Could it be that, beyond my impression, in addition to the necessary price, I have actually forgotten something important?"

And that forgotten thing, in Bai Ling's opinion before he lost his memory, was very troublesome and shouldn't be remembered at all? Stroking his chin, Bai Ling thought: "Speaking of which, I do feel that in Han Qianqiu's memory, I had a period of unreality. This feeling came after that guy came out. In addition to saying that time has a price, He seemed to have said something else."

And besides that…

Bai Ling glanced down at his wrist.

The purple bruises on the wrist that had been tightly grasped by that guy not long ago were still clearly visible.

You know, Bai Ling is now a corpse. To leave such deep marks on the corpse, that guy must be more complicated than I thought.

Scratching his hair, Bai Ling sighed again.

"After finishing things here, we must go to Tianyuan."

He thought so in his heart.

Next second.

Outside the room, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Bai Ling said towards the door: "The door is not locked."

Soon, as if in response to Bering's words.

The wide wooden door was pushed open from the outside. The gloomy sky was rolling with yellow sand and dark clouds. Looking out from the door, it was like looking at a narrow scroll outside the well.

Glancing at the person outside the door, Bai Ling said calmly, "Come in."

The person outside the door responded slightly, then slowly walked behind Bai Ling.

Pointing to the bed in the distance, Bai Ling smiled and said, "Lie down on it and empty your mind."

He pointed to the ceiling and said, "This is the most vulnerable point in the Pale Lady's hiding place. With just a little stimulation from this place, we can sneak into that guy's back garden."

"Her followers are probably in a state of panic because of the dragon, and she herself is trapped in her own shelter due to some unexpected circumstances," Bailing said. "In that case, let's break in, rescue the trapped teammates, and get rid of that woman at the same time."

Looking at the person next to him, Bai Ling said casually: "By the way, I'll help you solve the problem of your missing half body."

Beside him, Han Qianqiu stood silently.

After a long while, she nodded slightly to show her agreement.

Then she obediently lay down on the big bed in the room, pulled the quilt up high, covered her head with the quilt, and curled up into a ball with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Looking at her actions, Bai Ling just smiled at her.

Then he sat down beside the table, supported his forehead with his hands and slowly closed his eyes.

The next second, the ring on his finger flashed a dazzling white light.

The white light enveloped Bai Ling's body and Han Qianqiu's quilt, making the two of them appear white, like pure paint.

Wait until the white light gradually dissipates.

When Bai Ling opened his eyes again.