Facing Bai Ling, Song Qingci said nothing.

She just stared at Bai Ling in front of her, watching him gently stretch out his hand and firmly grasp the gray mist in his hand.

Then the next second, the mist began to swirl.

This is real rotation. The vortex airflow swallows and exhales the surrounding air, accommodating everything into its own space.

Bai Ling's hair and clothes were blown up by the high-speed rotating airflow.

However, he didn't care and just thought it was interesting.

This is a small attempt at the nameless fog, or in other words, the application of physics.

It's a bit similar to the witch's "spin", but much more superficial than that.

After all, the witch's rotation is almost equivalent to a conceptual technique.

With an imperceptible sigh, Bai Ling immersed his consciousness in the ring that symbolized the nameless fog.

A black glow appeared on the ring.

And then continue.

He poured out a little bit of the "Red Lotus Soul-Burning Potion" that he had taken from Ding Yan and threw it into the swirling wind.

As the droplets fell into the mist.

The next moment, a tornado of flames roared into reality! The radiance of the flames was as powerful as a rainbow, burning everything around it, crushing the oxygen with its majestic momentum and turning it into its own nutrients, blooming like a red lotus from hell! Under such an aura, even the sun's light was eclipsed!

Faced with such flames, Song Qingci's rational mind told her that she must get away!

If you are burned by such high temperature, you will definitely be burned to death!

However, despite what her mind said, it was rare that this time her emotions kicked aside her rationality and occupied her entire brain.

Facing this roaring bright red fire tornado, Song Qingci stood there in a daze.

Her legs were shaking and she couldn't move.

The memories from childhood suddenly revived. Although they were still confusing and unclear, they were enough to make people stunned.

Although the flames were scorching hot, what was burning on Song Qingci at this moment was not this huge fire dragon.

It is a sealed picture deeper in the memory.

The burning fireman stumbled towards him and hugged him tightly subconsciously, but as if he realized something, he let go of his hand in a flash.

It is not clear now what she felt at that time, but Song Qingci vaguely felt the pain of being burned by some strange flame. The pain made her roll on the ground in agony, beating her chest and stamping her feet, feeling like she was dying.

However, in addition to the pain, Song Qingci seemed to vaguely feel that there was something hidden in the flames that made him extremely sad and nostalgic.

This thing appeared with the flame, was transferred to me during the hug, but quickly dissipated like melting snow.

What is that? Song Qingci stood there in confusion, not knowing what it was.

Feeling the blazing fire, for the first time since she was a child, she felt something akin to "fear".

However, within this fear, there seemed to be something brewing that was difficult for her to give up.

She felt a little scared.

This thing is like Pandora's ink cartridge. Even though you know you can't open it, you just can't help it.

With such a confused state of mind, Song Qingci stood where she was, letting the flames devour her clothes and hair.

Sparks had already stained the ends of her hair, and moved up along the black hair. The scarlet light burned the black hair, turning it into charcoal, which gently fell to the ground.

In her trance, the flames were only a few centimeters away from her.

At this moment, the radar of rationality let out an extreme scream!

Wake up! If you continue to be in this stalemate, you will be burned to death! You must run. If you don't run, you will turn into charcoal! Turn into... charcoal like %r￥*!

There seems to be some faint glimmer of light flickering in the depths of reason.

However, even so, Song Qingci still did not react.

It was as if she had turned off her own rational radar and no longer looked at problems calmly and composedly, but instead left everything to her emotions.

But even so, it doesn't mean that she has lost her judgment of her surroundings.

At this moment, Song Qingci realized very clearly that he was in great danger.

More dangerous than ever... Yet she still did nothing.

Just when she was about to be completely engulfed by the flames.

Something broke through the flames, emerged from the vortex tornado, and landed in front of Song Qingci.

Bai Ling's finger gently touched her forehead.

The finger was cold and quiet, like an ice cube in the raging flames, instantly bringing back Song Qingci's sanity, like a pour of ice water on his head.

The fire tornado that was raging in the previous second was then as if taken back by some unspeakable power and returned to the dark ring.

Only the flickering red light on the replacement indicated what had happened before.

Pointing his finger at the girl's forehead, Bai Ling said with a smile: "So, fear is not completely useless."

"At least, you should be able to clearly realize that part of the answer to what you are looking for is hidden in the deepest part of fear."

After saying this, Bai Ling withdrew his hand.

That's enough.

As mentioned before, Bering would only give her one choice.

According to the records in the diary, part of the secret about Song Qingci's mother is hidden in the "flame".

This flame seems to be related to the red lotus.

In other words, Song Qingci's mother might have some connection with the "Nine Heads Divine Religion" in the past...

However, this is all Bering knew.

No matter how much he knows, he still doesn't understand it.

There was not much to be learned about the Nine-Headed Divine Religion, even in the future. Therefore, there was no record in the diary about what happened to Song Qingci's mother.

But Bai Ling knew something about her father...

'If she accepts this choice, then I have something to offer her.'

This is enough for her for now.

As for what happens next?

I will wait until my predictive ability is fully developed and I can truly observe the world like a library, and then I will decipher it.

So, this is actually a blank check for Song Qingci - perhaps the only blank check that can allow her to learn about her father and mother's information.

It’s up to her whether to accept it or not.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling chuckled.

He turned around and picked up the bag.

Behind him, Song Qingci fell to the ground dejectedly, looking dazed and at a loss.

She looked at her palms, her mind as confused as boiling water in a pot.

Just when she was extremely conflicted.

"Oh, by the way," Bai Ling turned his head and glanced at her, "Remember to notify your classmates later."

"Unfortunately, no one passed this assessment." He shrugged. "I will notify you of the next class soon. If anyone is willing to attend, it will still be in this classroom."

"I look forward to your choice."

After saying those meaningful words.

Bai Ling stepped on his boots and left the classroom slowly.

All that was left were a group of sleeping students and a dazed girl.

The results are out. The first order didn't reach 500, but 250 is considered one update. 　　One update for each reward and monthly ticket, plus two updates per day, so today there are six updates in total! I've updated more than 20,000 words in two days, I feel like I've worked very hard