Song Qingci felt a dizzy pain in his head.

Where is this place? What happened to her before? She tried hard to find some spiritual light from her muddled brain, but perhaps because it was too chaotic, it took her a while to barely pull her racing thoughts back a little.

But this was enough to wake her up from her confused mental state.

Pressing his head, Song Qingci struggled to open his eyes.

Through the curtain of eyelashes, she could vaguely see that there seemed to be someone above her head.

Who is it...? Blinking, Song Qingci tried to make his vision clearer.

After blinking more than a dozen times, she finally managed to make out who was above her head.

It was a face as indifferent as Lin Ju's, but the difference was that Lin Ju's face could only be described as cold, while this face almost made people feel... dull.

Who is this person?

Song Qingci's confused brain took several seconds to react: "You are... Han Qianqiu's sister?"

When she asked this, Han Qianqiu glanced at her.

Then he nodded slightly.

Apart from this there is no extra expression.

This made Song Qingci somewhat embarrassed.

However, she already had a rough understanding of Han Qianqiu's character, so she didn't feel offended.

She just shook her head and felt the softness under the back of her head, then she suddenly realized: "No wonder I saw Han Qianqiu's head first when I woke up..."

So I was being rested on her lap? Holding his breath, Song Qingci forcibly lifted himself up from Han Qianqiu's thigh.

Han Qianqiu next to her just looked at her quietly, with no intention of helping her or leaving.

Shaking his head, Song Qingci said groggily: "Where are we? I remember I seemed to have seen a strange statue before, and then I suddenly lost consciousness..."

At the end of her memory, she could only remember that she saw a strange statue on the way to investigate the situation with that "Lin Coffin".

After that, her memory was almost a mess, with no accurate or clear records at all.

She had almost no recollection of what she did or said after seeing the statue, and she had no idea where Lin Ju had gone.

Like everything that happened afterwards, Song Qingci was almost completely in a sleeping state and had no reaction at all.

That's why when she wakes up now, she feels so confused.

Opposite her, Han Qianqiu raised his hand.

As if in response to her question, Han Qianqiu pointed somewhere in the distance.

Looking in the direction of the girl's finger, Song Qingci's somewhat hazy vision also focused on something not far away.

This sight instantly made her pupils shrink slightly! "The prophet and... a monster?!"

Song Qingci muttered to himself in disbelief.

At this moment, in her field of vision, she could clearly see the man in the black windbreaker strolling leisurely in the hall next to her, his red scarf fluttering up and down with his footsteps.

Opposite him was someone that Song Qingci could hardly describe in words... a pure monster!

It looked like a huge protruding tumor, surrounded by tangled muscles, and only in the core area could one see a small human head. Apart from that, any of its features were contrary to the word "human". Its appearance was even more terrifying than the "Red Spider" that Song Qingci had seen before! Originally, Song Qingci thought that the "Red Spider" was the lower limit of human aesthetics, but she really didn't expect that one day she would be able to see a monster that surpassed the "Red Spider"...

She didn't know whether she should consider herself lucky or unlucky.

Subconsciously grabbing Han Qianqiu's clothes, Song Qingci whispered, "What is that?!"

Han Qianqiu, like her, turned his head to look at the roaring tumor monster.

In the silence, she whispered, "That's... me."

Song Qingci: “???”

She glanced blankly at Han Qianqiu beside her, but found that since some time ago, this girl who always had no expression seemed to be quietly revealing a feeling of "sadness".

It was as if a little ink was dotted on the originally white wall, and the faint ink spread out little by little on the white wall and expanded.

This is probably the feeling that Han Qianqiu gives Song Qingci right now.

Although he didn't know what she meant by this, Song Qingci still felt that something in his heart seemed to be slightly touched.

The sadness in Han Qianqiu seemed to be transmitted to him. Although this faint emotion would not be noticed on a normal day, in this gray world, Song Qingci rarely resonated with the other party.

It's like...contagious loneliness and sadness.

As if he felt the same way, Song Qingci subconsciously opened his arms and gently embraced Han Qianqiu.

Han Qianqiu: “?”

If Song Qingci was confused before, now it was Han Qianqiu who was a little confused.

She raised her face, and her expressionless face revealed a vague feeling of "doubt".

Such an expression made Song Qingci feel slightly embarrassed.

She subconsciously loosened her hand and coughed: "Ahem... I just thought that you might need some comfort?"

Song Qingci said dryly: "Sometimes I have similar emotions to you. After all, I was raised by other people since I was a child, my parents... So seeing you like this just now reminded me of myself when I was a child, a little stubborn and a little pessimistic..."

After explaining for a long time, Song Qingci herself felt that these ideas were a bit far-fetched, so she gave up: "Forget it, just pretend it never happened."

She really had no way to express her emotions to Han Qianqiu accurately, just like she couldn't truly understand Han Qianqiu's current feelings. It is very difficult for people to understand each other.

She just felt that if she showed such an expression...she might hope that someone could come over, hold her hand, and pull her up from the ground.

Although it sounds a bit strange, this is indeed what Song Qingci himself thinks.

Just like her character, a kind of compassion and mercy that can be called "saintly".

Looking at Song Qingci, Han Qianqiu still said nothing.

But it was obvious that her eyes softened a little.

If we have to compare, the polar glaciers are retreating at a slow but steady pace. Although it is still unknown when the ice will completely melt, there are at least signs that the clouds are clearing and spring is returning.

She stared at Song Qingci for a long while, then slowly said, "He is weakening her now."

"What he needs is not a dead her, but a half-dead her," Han Qianqiu said, "because this is very necessary for me."

This was the first time Song Qingci heard Han Qianqiu's voice.

Turning his head, Song Qingci's eyes were filled with a hint of joy.

But soon, she turned her attention to what Han Qianqiu said: "You mean... the prophet doesn't want to kill the Pale Lady, but to weaken her strength and let you use her?"

Han Qianqiu nodded slightly.

This affirmative answer made Song Qingci subconsciously think: "Instead of killing the pale lady, but weakening her, can the prophet do such a thing? You know, it is a disaster level. If it were me, I would not dare to guarantee that I can survive. But why did the prophet do this? Is it because Han Qianqiu said that the pale lady is related to her identity?"

I always feel that Han Qianqiu's life experience is much more mysterious than I imagined.

Thinking of this, Song Qingci looked Han Qianqiu up and down.

She did not have Bai Ling's ability, nor did she have Xun Moqi Guang's wisdom. The most she could do was to feel that the girl in front of her seemed to be a very important key to this mission.

Thinking of this, she sighed: "Alas..."

Song Qingci rubbed his hair and sat on the ground simply: "So, what is the current situation?"

Pointing at the intense battles that were constantly breaking out in the distance, Song Qingci turned his head and asked Han Qianqiu: "Can you understand it?"

Han Qianqiu looked in the direction Song Qingci pointed.

At the moment, a thick gray fog enveloped the hall. The gray fog could be seen everywhere, spreading and flowing, like a surging river, pouring into every inch of land in this middle world, taking root and growing in the realm of others.

The high speed of the fog even brought with it a howling wind. Even if they didn't need to stand in the center of the battlefield, just standing at the edge, they could feel the knife-like wind cutting their skin, causing a dull pain on their faces.

Compared to the time at Yanxia Mountain, the prophet seemed... stronger!

Song Qingci thought so in his heart.

And over there, Han Qianqiu's voice also proved this point in time: "She was suppressed."

"It won't take long to defeat her," Han Qianqiu said softly, "It'll be easy."

Does this mean that they just need to sit here and watch? Shrugging, Song Qingci said nothing.

She just looked at Han Qianqiu's hair that was messed up by Bai Ling, thought about it, and pulled Han Qianqiu's clothes.

Han Qianqiu: “?”

She tilted her head back and looked at Song Qingci indifferently.

But at this time Song Qingci had already roughly figured out Han Qianqiu's character.

So she just smiled, gently took Han Qianqiu's hair and braided it.

Her movements were light and although a little clumsy, they were surprisingly comfortable.

The two men just sat there, glancing at the battlefield in the distance from time to time.

In the rising mist, they actually felt as relaxed as the outside world. —— "What are you laughing at?!" The tumor-like head screamed, "Are you laughing at me?! Are you mocking me?!"

Facing the pale lady who had gone completely crazy, Bai Ling shook his head and said with a smile: "No, I just think the weather is nice today."

He didn't even turn his head, so he didn't see the actions of the two people behind him.

But he had already seen everything, so he smiled faintly.

However, the Pale Lady misinterpreted all this.

It would be better to say that she has now become a powder keg that can explode at any time.

The tumor on her body began to move again: "You must be laughing, you haven't stopped!"

"All of you who have the ability to predict the future are like this. You think you have calculated everything and everything is within your expectations." The pale lady's voice gradually became shrill. "No, you don't understand anything!"

She must be really crazy now.

Hundreds of years of repression, coupled with an encounter with another "prophet" that shattered her hopes, and the prophecy that once served as her pillar and reliance now seemed to have lost its original effectiveness. Finally, Han Qianqiu's existence shattered the hopes that she had originally believed in.

When all of this was added together, the negative emotions that had accumulated for hundreds of years finally erupted at this moment.

In the past, these emotions could be concealed by the "prophecy", and coupled with her trust in someone, the Pale Lady was able to suppress herself.

But when everything is shattered like a dream bubble, this backflow of emotions will become... a real flood! Amid the pale lady's shrill voice, the air next to Bai Ling suddenly erupted with a burst of majestic oppression!

It was as if some unknown force was filling the empty space. The previously peaceful airflow suddenly exploded, forming a vortex, and then quickly contracted. Between the expansion and contraction, it even brought out an extremely high temperature! This was the ability of the Pale Lady, "contradiction".

Its essence may be to transform the two properties of an object at different times, like expansion and contraction.

Han Qianqiu seemed to have separated from her body using her own abilities, but for some reason, Ms. Pale thought it was stolen.

Maybe it was because...she was deceived, or maybe there was something wrong with her memory? Bai Ling thought of what the pale lady said during the second superposition of precognition.

"Human beings cannot comprehend their greatness."

Previously, Bai Ling thought that this was because the Pale Lady was hinting that she was a god.

But now it seems that the result is not the case.

If she was really a god, she would never look like this.

The life form of the Pale Lady is more like a "beast" than a "god". And it is a synthetic "beast".

Or to be more precise...

"Frankenstein"? A "man-made man" created by humans, a terrifying stitched monster...

The Pale Lady feels similar to the description of "Frankenstein".

So, this is her origin? Thinking of this, Bai Ling lightly snapped his fingers.

Mist instantly gathered from all directions, directly filling the originally empty burning space, causing the Pale Lady's ability to be silenced in a very short time.

"It's useless," Bai Ling looked at her and said calmly, "Your 'contradiction' is meaningless to me. Once the nature of the contradiction is known, its greatest characteristics - randomness and uncertainty - will disappear."

"Just surrender yourself, I can give you the punishment you deserve according to the situation."

Speaking of.

Bering stepped lightly on the floor beside his feet.

The next second, the roaring torrent of fog was frozen in the air.

Then, in just a blink of an eye.

The grayish-white mist began to surge again, dispersing at an even more violent speed than before!