"Click."

Bai Ling put his hands on the table and used almost all his strength to control his body from falling backwards.

At this moment he felt dizzy, as if he was placed in a high-speed blender, with colorful fillings beside him and the sound of the bellows as noisy as a crow, shattering his mind into pieces bit by bit.

“Ahem…”

Bering coughed twice. Although his physical condition was very different from being "alive", the habits left over from his previous life still allowed him to relieve his "pain" in this way when he was in pain.

This kind of pain was not physical. Bering's body had been cold for who knows how long, and it was unlikely that he would be able to experience the weight of life again in this way.

In fact, this perception at the moment is completely affecting his mind.

Holding his scarf, Bai Ling coughed again: "Cough... Even with Zou Ye, it is still very difficult to predict the future spanning hundreds of years..."

The effect of the sedative is gradually wearing off, and likewise, the heavy pain that has lasted for countless years is also coming down bit by bit.

"hiss……"

Bai Ling stumbled and fell directly into the chair next to him.

His pale face turned even paler.

But fortunately, this feeling comes and goes quickly.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Ling had gradually regained his composure.

"call……"

He struggled to get up from the chair, supporting himself on the table with both hands and focusing his eyes on the big screen in front of him.

Right now the big screen is so dark that it's confusing.

Everything that had happened before, including Wu Dayou's scream at the end of his memory, was like a sudden and strange dream. Bai Ling was the "Alice" who broke into the dream. When the sun was hanging on the branches again, he also escaped from the dream.

But what happened in the dream was deeply engraved in his heart.

Looking at his palm, Bai Ling murmured to himself: "Time, and... me?"

It's hard to describe how Bering feels right now.

On the one hand, it was because so many things had been roughly stuffed into Bai Ling's head that made his brain a little confused; on the other hand, it was also because he had not yet recovered from the vicissitudes and heaviness brought about by the time travel, and he saw many things as if with double vision.

But he already had a certain ability to sort out his thoughts: 'I am the personality of time? No, strictly speaking, He can no longer be considered me. He is actually the real Bering - I don't know how many Berings are gathered in Him, and nothing can better represent Bering itself than Him.'

But now Bai Ling himself seemed like a false phantom, like a "secondary personality" split from Bai Ling, and a very strange one at that.

That's true.

Bai Ling couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

It is indeed as Wu Dashou said, this world is really absurd.

Evaders and losers like Wu Dayou have actually brought a lot of progress to saving the world. And those guys who used their foresight to beat themselves to death are just like fillers in the grandeur of contradictions.

If this world has a script, then the screenwriter must be the worst fatalist.

Rubbing his head, Bai Ling's thoughts were gradually recovering: "The key to the problem now is, what method do I need to rely on to stop the self-destruction of time?"

"If He had to self-destruct because of his conflicting psychology, then after I resolve His conflict, will He be able to live in peace? Should I strip the Law of Time from that Bering, or should I get rid of the Bering personality formed by the Law of Time?"

Both approaches feel plausible, and the commonalities are clear.

That is, Bai Ling didn't know how to start.

Whether it was to kill time or to kill "Beiling", he was at a loss and had no idea at all.

Perhaps the only thing that can be called a breakthrough is the "heart" that Wu Dayou left for himself.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling bent down and leaned into the computer cases underneath.

Soon, he was carrying a box with many wires connected to the back and placed it on the table.

After knocking on the box, Bai Ling thought: "What's inside this thing... is Wu Dayou's heart?"

That guy is really crazy.

Bering finally understood why that guy could live for hundreds of years. You know, even freezing can't do that. At least with current technology, there is no way to guarantee that the human body will not completely collapse after thawing after 600 years.

I'm afraid that from the moment he "took off" his heart, he was no longer an ordinary human being.

Then Wu Dayou’s crazy behavior afterwards can be understood.

All alien species are insane. This is the conclusion Bai Ling came to after dealing with many alien species.

Even if he looks normal, he is definitely a latent mental disorder.

Wu Dayou guessed that it was after he became an alien that his mind became completely alienated, causing him to become neither human nor ghost, like a madman.

He might even have had similar signs a long time ago.

With a sigh, Bai Ling turned his attention back to the box in front of him.

There was a label next to the box, with an unusually sloppy handwriting on it. Although it was a bit sloppy, it was clear that the writer had a certain level of calligraphy skills.

This allowed Bai Ling to find something in common between himself and Wu Dayou.

Their handwriting is all very beautiful.

Holding the label and taking a look at the words on it, Bai Ling fell into silence.

The label read: [Emergency Food - Pig Heart (Garbage)]

There are some bloodstains next to the label, which probably suggests that the person who wrote it still had some blood on his body.

I don't know what kind of mood Wu Dayou was in when he dug his heart out of his chest and wrote these words...

After hesitating for a moment, Bering pressed a button on the box.

After a while, a soft white light suddenly appeared inside the box.

Through these soft lights, Bai Ling saw at a glance the red heart in the box that was still beating slightly.

At this moment, the heart in the box was beating abnormally strongly. It did not seem like an organ that had been separated from the human body. Instead, it seemed to be still in Wu Dayou's body drawing blood and supplying various parts of the body.

It must be chewy.

Looking at this heart, this absurd thought flashed through Bai Ling's mind.

He quickly shook his head and shook the thought out of his mind.

I must have been influenced by Wu Dayou, and even my thinking has undergone such an inexplicable change...

After a pause of a few seconds, Bering stuffed the box back inside.

Just as Wu Dayou said, the time has not come for this heart to be opened yet.

After everything was ready, Bai Ling opened the door of the room.

Then he dodged a drink bottle thrown by Red Spider.

"Too long!" said Starscream. "There's nothing here, not even a web!"

Looking at the loudly shouting Red Spider, Bai Ling felt a sense of familiarity for some reason.

Perhaps it was because in that future, Red Spider had not appeared for a long time. Now that he had appeared, he really gave Bai Ling a sense of being down to earth.

He picked up the bottle on the ground and put it in the display case next to him. "Sorry, but it's okay now."

Oh? Hearing this, the witch turned her head and glanced at Bai Ling.

"Finished?" she asked.

Bai Ling nodded slightly: "About the same."

At least for now he has figured out most of the things, with only a few things left to be determined.

Moreover, Bai Ling also got a key factor from Wu Dayou.

That is, the existence of the crazy ferryman in the narrow space of time is not completely controlled by the oath-breaker.

That woman was used by time to deal with him, which meant that the Oath Breaker could not completely control her. As Bai Ling, who had abandoned his duties and transformed himself into a different species, the Oath Breaker basically had nothing to do with time.

Therefore, even if he wanted to use the ferryman to deal with Bering, it would probably take a lot of effort.

If that's the case, then I can temporarily contact Ming Zhou and the others.

Originally, he was worried that the distorted alien being who was a "prophet", that is, Nostradamus, would be omniscient and omnipotent.

Looking at Wu Dayou's current appearance, I'm afraid Nostradamus is just a lunatic with mental problems.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Ling looked at Yang Qianxi beside him.

"Thank you very much," Bering said, "I learned a lot from this, which helped me a lot."

Yang Qianxi also looked at him with a smile.

She said slowly, "If you find it useful, that would be great. Although Old Wu sometimes speaks without thinking, he does know a lot. And he often worries that he won't be able to pass on what he knows."

"I've always known that he and I are not the same kind of people," Yang Qianxi walked to the side and gently stroked the spots on the wall. "He should be a more special and strange guy. Just like a wolf, he always licks his wounds in places we can't see. Sometimes I get anxious and distressed, but I can't do anything. Because I can't see what he sees, and I can't understand what he knows."

As she spoke, Yang Qianxi turned her head and looked at Bai Ling: "This is information that only you can understand, and it is also a meaningful inheritance that only comes to you. Neither we nor anyone else can do it, only you can do it."

"So I should be the one thanking you," Yang Qianxi said, bowing slightly towards Bai Ling, "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid he wouldn't be at peace until his death."

Bai Ling helped her up: "You are too kind."

Bai Ling really learned a lot from Wu Dayou. Although the most important thing has not been solved yet, at least he has gained a lot.

Then the next step is to find another "loser".

Thinking this in his mind, Bai Ling looked up at the ceiling.

He learned so many secrets from the "loser" Wu Dayou. So what can he get from another "loser" who lived longer and was even crazier?

Can we find a way to truly crack time? Retracting his thoughts, Bai Ling said softly, "Okay, let's go back."

"When you get up there, turn on your phone and dial this number," Bai Ling said to the witch, while reporting a number, "and then tell the person on the phone that I'm back. I'm in Yanzhou now."

"They will know what to do." - At the same time.

On the other side of the world, Western Europe.

The elegant and graceful King Lionheart looked at the ball of light flashing in front of him and couldn't help feeling excited.

He tilted his head to look at the man hidden under the cloak, and said with an excited tone: "Is this what you call...'origin'?"

The cloaked man chuckled, "That's right."

He stretched out his hand, the skin on his hand was as dry and thin as the bark of an old tree: "This is the 'origin', the key to everything, and the key to escaping the constraints of time."

The cloaked man said calmly, "And now, it is yours, Your Majesty."

The Lionheart King finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes, it's mine now!"

"What Hermes dreamed of finding is now in my hands!" The Lionheart King was overwhelmed with emotion, "I can become the same as Him... no, an existence superior to Him!"

At this point, the Lionheart King's tone was filled with gnashing teeth: "That madman, the madman who turned me into a monster, probably never dreamed that the little devil he had accidentally helped would now hold the treasure he had always dreamed of!"

Listening to the words of the Lionheart, the man under the cloak sneered silently, as if he was mocking something.

Soon, the cloaked man reached out, pinched the ball of light, and handed it to the Lionheart King.

Without a moment's hesitation, King Lionheart directly caught the ball of light.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and crushed the ball of light! The next second, light splashed out from this round sphere, as if the morning sun hit the dew on the leaves, reflecting colorful colors.

The greedy expression of King Lionheart was also reflected in this light.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!”

King Lionheart looked at the golden light in front of him and said excitedly: "Power, indescribable power is flowing into my body!"

"They are transforming my body and strengthening me!" He laughed. "Yes, this is the key! I am about to become the 'only one' in this world, the true 'king'!"

"Come on, come on! Let me..."

Before the Lionheart could finish his words...

The next second, his expression suddenly changed! "This, this?!"

The Lionheart looked at his body in disbelief: "Isn't it strengthening and improving my body?! Why, why do I feel like my body is no longer mine and is turning into something else?!"

"What the hell is going on, Prophet?!"

Listen to his voice.

The cloaked man smiled.

"Nothing," the man under the cloak said with a smile, "Just a small 'gift'."

"You have waited too long, too long, the ferryman of time."

Nostradamus looked at the Lionheart in front of him calmly: "This is my gift to you - a qualified body. Put it on and escape from that narrow space."

"The enemy of time is waiting for your hunting."

The words fell.

Soon, the Lionheart felt his skin peeling off bit by bit.

It's like an orange, whose outer layer is peeled off, revealing the more tender fruit inside.

In the golden light, the skin of the Lionheart King was gradually turning white, and his bronze chest, which he was so proud of, was gradually shrinking and becoming fuller.

"Well……!"

King Richard the Lionheart covered his throat and looked at Nostradamus with resentment.

"You plotted against... me!" He growled, "How dare you... How dare you?!"

Faced with the hatred of this top alien species in Western Europe, Nostradamus just smiled calmly.

"I have waited for a long time," Nostradamus said. "Waiting for the fruit to mature is a very long thing, but fortunately, the harvest season is always pleasant."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. When I looked at you, I always imagined what kind of tenderness was brewing under that appearance. Because of this obsession, I have endured until now. And now, I finally don't have to endure all this anymore."

Wait until the last word falls.

The skin on King Lionheart's body finally faded away completely.

A new, special presence took over his body, transforming him into a softer figure.

And this person's name is "The Ferryman" in the Narrow Space of Time! He glanced at the baggy clothes on his body.

The ferryman said expressionlessly: "Here I come, my 'one and only'."

"You must...wait for me."