I play prophet in Salvation Organization

"Minister Xun, Minister Xun?"

Ding Yan held two dinner plates in his hands, and squeezed through the crowd with some difficulty.

Along the way, he almost bumped into a certain female star of An Jianxiu's team, and the soup on the plate spilled a little on her skirt, and Ding Yan was so frightened that he apologized repeatedly, saying that he didn't mean it.

And the pretty female star smiled kindly, and after telling Ding Yan that it was okay, she got his contact information from Ding Yan by the way.

"That's an apology," the female star said with a smile, "Just get to know each other."

Ding Yan, who was scammed from the phone for some unknown reason, stood there in a daze. After a while, he recalled his previous purpose again.

Holding the two plates again, Ding Yan crossed countless streams of people, and finally found Xun Mo in a certain corner.

At this moment, Xun Mo was curled up into a ball, with loose clothes covering his body, like a corpse laid horizontally in the morgue.The pale fluorescent light of the mobile phone can be seen from his arms, illuminating his delicate face like a dead person.

Ding Yan sighed, and put the dinner plate on the table next to him: "Minister Xun, it's time to eat."

After hearing his voice, Xun Mo didn't raise his head: "Don't worry, wait until I clear this boss."

As he said that, he wrapped his fingers in his coat like flying, as if playing a grand and gorgeous piano piece on the small mobile phone screen.Every input is like the bursting of piano notes on the keys, as sharp as a blade, falling on the thick and colorful battlefield, harvesting the life of the huge monster in the center of the screen one by one.

After about 30 seconds, the monster on the screen let out a mournful wail, its body stiffened and slowly fell to the ground.

The phone vibrated, and after a while, a delicate girl's voice came from the phone: "Congratulations, you have cleared the level!"

I don't know the reason, but just hearing this voice, Ding Yan feels that Xun Mo is probably not playing a serious game now...

Putting down the phone, Xun Mo stood up and left his coat on the seat next to him. He picked it up and put it in the middle of the table.

Glancing at Ding Yan, Xun Mo said casually, "Did you meet the person under that motherfucker?"

so gay……

Ding Yan's brain stopped for a while before he realized who Xun Mo was talking about: "You mean Boss An?"

"Nonsense." Xun Mo broke away the disposable chopsticks and rolled his eyes, "Who else can put the word 'sissy' on himself like wearing clothes?"

After fiddling with the rice, he said listlessly: "Based on my personal experience, you are being targeted by others."

After taking a mouthful of rice, Xun Mo's voice was a little vague: "As someone who has been here, let me give you a suggestion. In this world, except for your parents, no one will show you unreasonable kindness. If there are strangers If you don’t ask extravagantly, he will be nice to you. It must be that what he wants is so big that you can hardly afford it. It’s like me. Can't run away."

When he said this, Xun Mo's expression was a little broken.

He probably really felt that his present life was very different from his ideal life.

Sighing, Xun Mo continued, "Did your boss tell you to follow me?"

Hearing this, Ding Yan nodded: "Yes."

In the combat meeting not long ago, Bering assigned tasks to almost everyone, including of course the people from Tomorrow.

But that is something that needs to be done tomorrow, and nothing happened today, so everyone involved in this operation can move freely.

But after the meeting ended, Bering went to find tomorrow's person alone.

"If you have time these two days, follow Xun Mo," Bai Ling said, "Try not to let yourself be alone."

This order made everyone in Mingzhou a little confused.

Ji Qianqin couldn't help asking: "What about you, boss?"

When asked this question, Bering smiled: "Me?"

"I have other things," he said, and at the same time glanced at Han Qianqiu beside him, "I probably won't show up for a while. The reason is also very simple - if I show up too early, Ms. Pale will be afraid."

When he said this, Bering's tone was extremely calm, as if he was saying, "Today is a good time to go fishing and not air force".

However, only those who really understand this area know how important this sentence is.

It is almost self-evident what this means to make a "disaster" level monster feel fearful and restrained just by appearing on the stage!

No one will doubt the truth of this statement.

Because everything that happened in the past two months has made these people fully realize what kind of existence a "prophet" is!
Patting Han Qianqiu's head, Bering said some incomprehensible words again: "Not to mention, I'm afraid there are still people looking for me."

"To be honest, although I really want to know who is the one who really moves the needle of fate, it is obvious that Xinhai's side is more important now," Bering said regretfully, "So even if I am Curiosity can only temporarily suppress this restless curiosity."

Tapping the table lightly with his fingers, Bering said with a smile: "Anyway, you stay with Xun Mo for now. If there is no accident tonight, Xun Mo will definitely go out to 'move'. This is a rare event. Opportunity, just today you can see how the really top people prepare when they have enough time to prepare."

That's why Bering asked them to come to Xun Mo.

Although Bering was also able to teach them this kind of knowledge, to some extent, it was easier to really watch and witness with the eyes than to passively listen to others.

That's why Ding Yan will stay by Xun Mo's side now.

And Xun Mo probably guessed something, and couldn't help but yawned: "Tsk, it's really, it was carved out of the same mold as Qi Guang."

Rubbing his eyes, Xun Mo lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of rice, then said slowly, "That's fine, I just need to make some preparations tonight. It doesn't matter if you follow up and have a look."

Hearing this, Ding Yan smiled slightly.

However, before he was happy, Xun Mo changed the subject: "However, it's not free."

"It's just like a concert, even if it's a third-rate underground idol, you have to buy a ticket if you want to come in and watch it," Xun Mo pointed to himself, "not to mention me, this kind of superstar who is well placed in the entertainment industry Level. To be able to watch this kind of performance up close, in the past scalpers would have to earn a lot of money."

Ding Yan scratched his head subconsciously when he heard this sentence.

"Then what's the price?" He said cautiously.

Facing Ding Yan's question, Xun Mo smiled.

He pulled out a few game consoles and tablets from behind, and the electronic equipment fell in front of Ding Yan like rain, and a small mountain piled up in front of Ding Yan almost after a while.

Looking at this electronic product that almost covered his eyebrows, Ding Yan felt uneasy for no reason.

Every electronic device is lit with brightly colored interfaces, some of which are scantily dressed Two-dimensional girls holding their hearts coquettishly at Ding Yan, and some of them are dressed in cold and rigid mechas, carrying a large laptop as tall as a person. Saw, looked at Ding Yan indifferently, as if he would step out of the screen in the next second and give Ding Yan a ruthless blow.

From this, we can also see Xun Mo's taste - he wants both soft and cute love games and die-hard hardcore.

While Ding Yan was dumbfounded, Xun Mo looked at Ding Yan with a smile across the pair of electronic mountains.

"all of these."

He spread his hands and said meaningfully towards Ding Yan.
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"Are you ready?"

Just when Ding Yan was struggling with how to pass Xun Mo to his mobile game to clear the level.

Bering sat on the chair in front of him, facing the two people opposite him.

"This time, we are going to use the power of the corpse picker to induce Han Qianqiu your state," he said, and glanced at Han Qianqiu, "You and Ms. Pale are of the same origin, so I think there may be something between you." connection."

"If we can build a bridge through this connection, then we may be able to trace back her memory. This is very meaningful for us to deal with her."

As he spoke, Bering shook the green jade pendant in his hand.

He "borrowed" it from Kaguya, and Kaguya personally agreed.

"This is a prop for psychics. Through psychics, we can enter a state similar to pure consciousness. As long as you and Ms. Pale still have a link, then you can share the same ocean of consciousness at that time."

Bering said: "Therefore, it is not impossible to sneak into her memory and dig into her past. What is needed for this is your cooperation."

"So I ask again, are you guys ready?"

listen to him.

The two girls sitting opposite him nodded slightly.

One of them is Lin Bi, who is holding a bottle of gray-black potion and looking at Bering calmly.

On the other side, was Han Qianqiu whose eyes were covered with a white cloth and his hands were wrapped and folded on the back of the chair.

In front of the three of them was a small log table with a few white candles on it.Melted wax dripped from the bottom of the candle, like pale claw marks on a brown log.

The dim light reflected on the faces of the three people, making their current expressions pale and strange.

Lin Wei was the first to reply: "Yes."

She replied very briefly.

And Han Qianqiu, who was tied to the chair, was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Okay."

The voices of both of them are very soft. If it wasn't for Bering's better hearing, the voices of these two people might have been missed.

"That's good," Bering nodded slightly, "Since we're ready, let's get started."

He raised the candle in his hand, and pinched Kaguya's green jade pendant with his right hand.

Not long after, Bering chanted some awkward and strange words and sentences softly in his mouth.

Accompanied by Bering's voice, Lin He silently stabbed the needle tube hard at his neck, and at the same time pressed the piston to push all the liquid into his body!

After injecting the potion into his body completely, Lin He's eyes suddenly rolled upwards, the pure whites of the eyes were like jade stones embedded in the eye sockets, and beside them were protruding blood vessels like veins.

Without making a sound, Lin He stretched out his hand and grabbed Han Qianqiu's arm.

At this time, Han Qianqiu, who was sitting opposite them, began to struggle subconsciously.

Following Bering's chanting, some corpse-like spots appeared on her body surface from time to time, like tides rising and falling, going back and forth in disorderly words, crawling onto her pale arms bit by bit, and quickly subside.

And when Lin He grabbed her arm, these corpse spots seemed to be under control, they couldn't completely dissipate, instead they gathered on both sides of Lin He's fingers, like stars hanging over the moon.

As Bering's chanting became faster and faster, Han Qianqiu's movements became more and more distorted and ferocious!
Despite being restrained by ropes, her arms still bent in a strange arc, which made one wonder if the bones would pierce through her skin, bringing out scarlet flesh.

"Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

Non-wordable syllables flowed out from the corners of Han Qianqiu's mouth, the corners of her eyes were raised high, and bright red blood could be vaguely seen in the eye sockets!
Bering grabbed the candle in front of him, his face sank like water.

"Calm down, Han Qianqiu," he said calmly, "The psychic will not affect your spirit, you are still free now. Don't be affected by your half body, you should spy on your other half instead."

"Because Pale Lady stripped her half body, and now the power of the 'Corpse Man' controls your 'death', so right now you should be in a pure state of 'life'. This is confusing to Pale Lady, It's like borrowing her key to enter her courtyard, and the dust-locked gate will not stop your footsteps."

Through the bright flames, Bering's voice slowed down: "Now tell me, what do you see?"

With his soft voice.

Han Qianqiu's originally violent struggle gradually calmed down.

After a long silence, she said in a low voice: "I saw...a book."

Han Qianqiu's voice was erratic, like a white cloth being torn in a strong wind: "Beside the book is a quill pen and a warm oil lamp. I also saw a beautiful mask with the imprint of a two-headed snake staff engraved on it... ..."

"There is a person who seems to be lying on the desk. That person should be writing something. I can't understand the words," Han Qianqiu said softly, "The appearance of that person seems to be hidden in the fog, and I can't see clearly."

Bering quietly listened to her narration.

After Han Qianqiu calmed down, he continued, "Except for these?"

Besides……

Han Qianqiu said in a trance: "I heard some voices."

"That voice seems to be calling me," Han Qianqiu said, "or in other words, calling the original 'me'."

"Say what you hear," Bering said. "Take your time."

This sentence has a good palliative effect on Han Qianqiu.

It turned out that Han Qianqiu's brows were tightly frowned, fine drops of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her expression was extremely painful, as if she was about to twitch.

Obviously, the Pale Lady's consciousness has a very heavy sense of oppression for her.

However, the role of language is also obvious.

After a brief silence, Han Qianqiu adjusted his thoughts, and then said: "I... heard a vague voice."

After a while, Han Qianqiu's voice suddenly changed.

An indistinguishable voice whispered from her mouth: "What are you looking at, Nostradamus?"

"Is prophecy such an important thing to you? Ha, or is your origin and the experience of that prophet the root of your distortion?" Han Qianqiu grinned, as if laughing, "Half-way Worrying?"

"Okay, okay, take it and read it. Anyway, the prophecy will change at any time. Even I dare not say the mystery that can break the time. For us, it is almost like poison. Touching it rashly It just burns us."

As she said that, she shrugged her shoulders: "After all, you are different from me, you don't need to go through all this. Although you see less things and have more restrictions, at least you are still complete."

"This is really...enviable." Han Qianqiu said softly.

After finishing the words, she turned her head and looked at Lin Bi next to her.

"Oh, my sweet Chrissy, could you stop your flute if you don't mind?" she said nonchalantly, "Look, the red spider next to me couldn't take it any longer and grabbed my clothes Begging for forgiveness."

"No, I'm not saying you don't play well, I'm just saying please avoid us when you play. You know, like those three hundred children buried in the castle, if one is not careful, We could all be led away by your flute."

Han Qianqiu said with a smile: "Of course, if a human being finds it, I will not prevent you from playing. At least, if the person surnamed Ji finds it again, I will allow you to do it."

A brief silence.

After a while, Han Qianqiu lowered his head and said to the empty space, "What's wrong with you, my child."

"You said that half of your body feels like it's being torn apart?" Han Qianqiu said to himself, "It's normal, because this is your future—half of your body will definitely be torn apart." .”

"Of course, you don't have to be afraid, I will tell you how to find your half body back. You know, I will always be kind and tolerant to the children of the 'Charaktu' family. No matter what you do, no matter what you become No matter what happens, I will give you the forgiveness you deserve."

Having said that, Han Qianqiu suddenly turned his head and said to Bai Ling with a smile: "Are you right?"

At this time, Han Qianqiu's eyes were playful, as if he was facing someone in front of him.

Facing her eyes, Bering didn't say anything, but his eyes were deep.

The two of them stared at each other for three seconds.

After a while, Han Qianqiu suddenly grabbed his face.

She tore her face desperately, scraping sharp bloodstains on her face!
Lin Bi next to him saw it, and immediately let go of his hand.

However this doesn't seem to be of much use.

In fact, Han Qianqiu was still scratching his face frantically.

"Who is it!" Her voice was distorted and sharp, "Who has sneaked into my memory!"

She said viciously: "You bastards, thieves, thieves! Do you know what you opened?!"

"The box was opened, the locked thing was released, and this is your work!"

"Everyone is going to die now, and everyone is going to die, no one can escape, no!!"

Her voice was shrill and joyful, and she struggled to scratch her eyeballs and let the blood flow.

Looking at the crazy Han Qianqiu, Lin Bi didn't say anything, but silently turned his head to look at Bai Ling.

And Bering watched Han Qianqiu calmly.

"interesting."

After a while, Bering finally said, "Chalakhtu, I probably understand."

"Thank you, Ms. Pale," his voice was calm and composed, completely unaffected by the screaming Han Qianqiu, "It seems that I have taken another step in the direction I know."

"Then let it be like this, just leave it to me to deal with the aftermath."

Bering smiled: "Although after the aftermath, you probably don't even know him."

With that said, he just wanted to close his eyes.

However, in the next second, Han Qianqiu suddenly reached out and grabbed Bering's arm.

Her movements were extremely fast, even faster than Lin Bi next to her!

In Bai Ling's astonishment, Han Qianqiu looked directly into Bai Ling's eyes.

After a while, she spoke slowly, her voice was as indistinguishable as before: "You can't escape."

"No one in this world can escape time, and there is a price to use such power," Han Qianqiu said softly, "You will be buried in the torrent just like me. This is your fate, the rule of time." The shackles have already been locked up for you. Our consciousness is being eroded by the waves of time, and everything that cannot escape is destined."

"And soon, the price of this destiny will be reflected on you..."

Han Qianqiu laughed a little wickedly: "You will start to forget, forget everything, forget your identity, forget your original purpose, and finally, forget yourself. This is something you can't escape no matter how much you go back in time, because I Same as you, same as us!"

"Look, you should have forgotten something now, right?" Han Qianqiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Otherwise you should have run away long ago, but you forgot, you forgot that you should return to your original timeline Now, I also forgot what I should do now."

"But it doesn't matter, this forgetting is only temporary. You will remember it in five seconds and leave this timeline. It's the same as you were before..."

Grasping Bai Ling's arm, Han Qianqiu said softly: "But you have to be careful, once you start to forget...you won't be able to quit completely."

"Think about it, if you forget who you are, if someone imbues you with false memories when you forget who you are..."

Letting go of Bering's hand, Han Qianqiu laughed and said, "So we are the same, the same! Hahahahaha!"

Her laughter was piercing and sharp, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, with a chilling thrill that almost pierced other people's eardrums!

Hearing this voice, Bering's face became ugly.

After a long time, it may be just a moment.

A hand gently covered Bering's shoulder.

Lin Wei said in a low voice: "Prophet, are you still... okay?"

Raising his head, Bering glanced at Lin He.

And Han Qianqiu, who was looking down at the ground uneasily with his arms still unwrapped.

……I am back?
Bering thought with some uncertainty.

It was as if Han Qianqiu's voice was still echoing in his mind, making it impossible for him to forget it no matter what.

Rubbing his head, Bering said wearily, "It's okay."

He shook his head, throwing all those messy things out of his mind.

After recovering his spirit a bit, Bering adjusted his thoughts: "I've already figured out Ms. Pale..."

Yet he hadn't finished speaking.

In the next second, the second half of Bering's sentence choked in his throat, and he didn't make a sound for a long time.

Ok?
Lin He, who was still listening, looked at Bai Ling in a daze.

She didn't know why Bering suddenly stopped narrating.

However, Bering didn't look at the two people beside him, he just lowered his head and looked at his arm absently.

At this moment, there was a black and blue palm print on his arm.

That was the place where Han Qianqiu held Bering's palm in the future!