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Chapter 1226 The Mysterious Disappearance of the Real World
Wang Yunxiao stood at the entrance of the Nezha Temple, looking at the two beggars huddled in the corner, and couldn't help but frown.

The people of Tianmen originally didn't believe in Nezha, but they don't know when it started, those storytellers and opera singers liked to forcefully link Nezha's birthplace to Chentang, and after a few times, quite a few people started to believe it.

This dilapidated temple is said to have been built in the past when the Tianmen River was flooded, causing great suffering to the people. Nezha, the Third Prince, appeared in a dream to the county magistrate, telling him to build a temple here and come to slay the dragon in the river.

What exactly happened back then—whether the county magistrate was incompetent at flood control or embezzled disaster relief funds—is now unknown. In any case, Tianmen City suffered severe flooding every year, and this Nezha Temple never performed any miraculous function, gradually losing its incense offerings and falling into disrepair.

There should actually be three people in the temple.

The beggar mute, whose real name is Helen, is actually a member of a pioneering group that was deployed to this point in time by the Federal Corporation using black technology. This so-called pioneering group consists of mutant prisoners selected from prisons.

Helen's mutant ability allows her to control her body's muscles and bones, switching freely between a muscular, strong man and a cute, innocent little girl. She's also accompanied by a black henchman she recruited in prison, named Martin.

Martin's mutant ability is to metalize himself and disguise himself as a metal object.

Therefore, the image they usually project is that of a disheveled little girl carrying an iron rice bowl and begging around.

During last year's major event of the Annihilation Invasion, this pair of fugitives arrived in the mortal world along with the other members of the pioneer group. While the other members were still immersed in the joy of regaining their freedom and unleashing their primal instincts through acts of burning, killing, and looting, the two of them ran all the way to the safe zone, thus escaping the disaster.

The world of martial arts is the same, regardless of time or place. The fiercer you are in killing, the more miserable your death; the faster you run, the longer you live.

The "Little Mute" duo were actually quite strong; they could at least hold their own against a group of three guards in a one-on-one fight, and might even be holding back. However, they seemed rather laid-back and unwilling to cause trouble, so after a few encounters, the Special Affairs Section added them to their risk monitoring list and ceased all attempts to arrest them.

They can stay and give experience points to the younger students at Qinghe Middle School.

As for Liu Er... there's no need to introduce Liu Er. All the legends surrounding him were fabricated by Wang Yunxiao.

At the time, it was out of necessity to use this method of fighting poison with poison in order to combat the pervasive rumors spread by the deceitful monk Kong Ting.

In reality, this man had no skills whatsoever. If it weren't for the fact that there were fewer beggars on the streets of Nantong District, giving him a chance to beg for food, he could have starved to death in the temple.

These are the three elders of the "Beggars' Gang Nantong Branch".

They were all leaders, not employees.

The moment they saw Wang Yunxiao appear, the little girl carrying the iron basin and the crooked-mouthed beggar king huddled together in fear, trembling.

This reaction is not right.

Wang Yunxiao couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but he just felt something was off.

"Do you still know me?"

"Sir...Sir!"

Liu Er mustered his courage and shouted, "I didn't kidnap this child! You're right! Explain to the official!"

He reached out and shoved the little mute boy, which only made the boy tremble even more violently.

Wang Yunxiao walked over and lightly kicked her: "What are you pretending for?"

As a result, the little mute boy threw down his rice bowl, covered his head, screamed, and curled up into a ball.

Wang Yunxiao picked up the iron basin from the ground, and with a casual squeeze, the iron basin was as if it were made of paper, and he crumbled it into a ball in his hand.

This is just an ordinary iron basin!

Liu Er is just an ordinary Liu Er.

The little mute was just an ordinary little mute.

Wang Yunxiao finally realized that something was wrong.

These three people are like data that has been formatted and rewritten by antivirus software.

It has completely lost its mysterious elements from the past.

Do you remember your name?

"My name is... my name is Helen..."

Do you remember where you came from?

"do not remember……"

Sure enough, everything, from memories to personality, was wiped clean. It felt like...

Myself?
Wang Yunxiao was starting to lose his composure.

He seemed to be in this state when he first transmigrated.

I have a vague idea of ​​who I am, but my specific memories are completely blank.

Combining this with the "immune system" theory that Liu Zhihan just told me, could it be that some white blood cells mistook me for a virus and dissolved me?

No, that's not right.

Wang Yunxiao had a vague feeling that this wasn't the case.

He threw down two silver dollars, ignoring the two beggars' repeated thanks, and turned to leave.

He wasn't a technical expert and couldn't explain it clearly; he could only rely on his intuition to find the answer.

After wandering around to Ding Laosan's house, Wang Yunxiao, too lazy to exchange pleasantries, went straight to the point and asked, "Can you still use that spell that controls the adopted child spirit?"

"what?"

Ding Laosan was startled, thinking, "How the hell did you know...?" Then he remembered that last year when he went to explore the immortal's cave with this Section Chief Wang, he had let him see his page.

"Lord Wang, you may not know this, but I'm actually quite new to magic. To cast a spell, one must burn incense and bathe beforehand..."

"Go prepare now, and then perform for me."

Wang Yunxiao said in a deep voice, "I'm not trying to cause you any trouble, so don't make yourself miserable."

Ding Laosan looked helpless and could only turn around to prepare.

Staying at Ding Laosan's house, I watched him tinker and fuss around for almost half an hour before finally finishing. I saw Ding Laosan light three sandalwood sticks and stick them into the incense burner, then bite his fingertip, draw a talisman with his blood, and mutter incantations.

However, after a long time without any reaction, Ding Laosan's expression changed slightly.

"Please don't be offended, sir. Perhaps it's the wrong time. You see, the sun hasn't set yet, and these ghosts and demons are unwilling to come out."

"You can perform the ritual again after the sun sets."

Wang Yunxiao knew he had a point, so she didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

After leaving Ding Laosan's house, Wang Yunxiao went to Cui Xiaoying's house.

Risa Uesugi's dojo is located by the sea, but she herself is still staying at Choi So-ei's place.

In her own words, she's nostalgic.

But she didn't seem to miss home much.

Wang Yunxiao thought that she was probably after Widow Cui's cooking skills.

They've been fed and raised like pet dogs and can't leave this place anymore.

The little witch had actually lost weight after not seeing her for several months.

Not only has she lost weight, but she's also grown about five or six centimeters taller, revealing her beauty that was previously hidden by her baby fat. Now she looks ethereal, gentle, and beautiful, finally living up to the elegant title of "Divine Priestess."

This is all from eating incense and offerings.

When people make offerings and worship, they often mentally fill in the blanks with images of the deities they are worshipping. This mental imagery is mixed with the power of the incense and prayers and is transmitted together. From a certain perspective, it is also a way of making a wish to the deities.

If one absorbs all the incense offerings and prayers without reservation, one's image will gradually change according to the image imagined by the believers, becoming more and more ethereal and less and less human. Judging from Sugi Risa's appearance, she has no intention of controlling it.

As long as she can successfully lose weight, she is willing to sacrifice a little bit of humanity as a price.

The missing bit of humanity can be made up for with a hot pot meal every day, then you can continue dieting, creating a cycle.

"Can you still receive incense offerings from the temple?"

"Um... there haven't been many lately, since everyone's busy with the Lunar New Year."

The little witch is broad-minded and never engages in mental anguish. You can believe her a little or not.

Anyway, I'm just a mascot. Even if you ask me to manage it, I wouldn't be able to.

"Is there any incense offering today?"

"No, not today."

Risa Uesugi carefully examined the area, shook her head, then tugged at Wang Yunxiao's sleeve, blushing as she whispered, "Wang-san, it's been so long! Let me treat you to a meal! I'm rich now!"

All you ever do is eat!
Wang Yunxiao said helplessly, "No problem, you perform a few shows for me, and I'll take you to find some delicious food you've never eaten before."

"Yay! We're going to have to put on a show?"

Risa Uesugi, lost in thought, said shyly, "Is it... one of those shows from the Yagyu family? I'm not really into it, but if it's what you requested, Mr. Uesugi..."

What kind of nonsense did those temple priests who switched careers from the Yagyu family teach you?
Wang Yunxiao quickly stopped her: "I mean, as a former priestess, you should know some exorcism techniques, right? They're the traditional exorcism methods of Japanese priestesses, unrelated to that Black Dragon Princess."

"Ah, I can do that, like sprinkling salt, shooting arrows, and dancing the Kagura dance..."

When her field of expertise was mentioned, the little witch immediately became proud.

"Could you perform for me?"

"OK!"

Then the little witch stood in the courtyard, clapping her hands and dancing while singing a Japanese folk song.

After the dance ended, both of them fell into deep thought.

"Um...Mr. Wang...I'm really sorry, I may have become quite rusty lately, please give me another chance."

Risa Uesugi was very embarrassed.

"No need, it's not your problem."

Wang Yunxiao's suspicions were confirmed once again, and he no longer intended to waste any more time outside.

All signs indicate that this is a mysterious disappearance.

Moreover, it was a widespread and mysterious disappearance.

After this time travel, apart from the officially promoted Twelve Methods of Cultivation which remained unaffected, almost all other mysterious forces showed signs of decline to varying degrees.

The little mute girl and her food bowl were directly formatted.

Ding Laosan was unable to summon the little demon he had raised.

Since the true form of the Myriad Transformations Master Black Dragon Princess is still in the mortal world, Uesugi Risa, as Her Beloved, has not been affected by the divine martial arts she has mastered, but the traditional exorcism methods she learned in the past have all lost their effectiveness.

Wang Yunxiao was no longer a novice; he no longer needed to collect data. The existing evidence alone was sufficient to support his inferences and report to the Special Service Bureau.

After listening to Wang Yunxiao's report, Liu Zhihan's expression turned solemn.

"Tell me what you think."

"I think it's not 'immunity' but 'interference'."

Wang Yunxiao said solemnly, "The approach of the great tide has created a powerful interference with the mystery of the real world."

Just like the sunset at dusk, even though the sunlight is no longer brilliant, it can still redden half the sky and cover the whole city with a golden color.

Even before the great tide arrives, its mere existence is enough to disrupt all traditional mystical forces in the present world.

In addition to the Twelve Dharma Gates system, which was specifically created to deal with the tides of time and space.

Only at this point does the true value of the cognitive method become apparent.

"I will report to my superiors. You stay in the bureau and don't wander around. Wait here for further orders."

"Teacher Liu, I'm no longer employed by the bureau."

"I know, that's why I told you not to run around. Or why don't you go out now and gather more evidence for me?"

"Never mind then, I'll go check what dishes the cafeteria has today."

Wang Yunxiao felt that he had done everything he could and there was no need to show off any further.

The earth will keep turning no matter who's gone. You can't shoulder all the responsibility and then raise a bunch of ungrateful giant babies.

Just like the stories in Superman comics.

Putting facts aside, Earthlings certainly don't thank Superman. Even the dogs in Metropolis know that without Superman there would be no Doomsday, and without Superman there would be no Darkseid. As long as Superman doesn't step in, our great bald-headed President Lex Luthor can lead all mankind to peaceful unification and into the interstellar age.

Only Superman himself doesn't know.

The great tide is just a ripple before the real apocalypse, and ordinary people are completely unaware of it, still immersed in their daily lives.

This level of natural disaster is not something that a masked man in a cloak or a group of tight-fitting psychopaths can solve.

By doing all the work, you are, in a sense, depriving others of their right to know.

To go even further, it's tantamount to depriving them of their right to survive during the high tides.

The food in the Special Service Bureau's canteen was as high quality and plentiful as ever. It was just a pity that Wang Yunxiao's palate had become too picky about the naval canteen. When he came back to eat the communal dishes, apart from the nostalgic taste, they were not delicious at all.

The intelligence agency is actually quite efficient; it just operates in ways that are not visible to others.

That evening, Wang Yunxiao met two acquaintances at the bureau.

Former Operations Section Chief Huo Qingyang, and former Intelligence Section Chief Qiao Hongyi.

"All the demon lords have vanished without a trace, and even the demon lords in Hell have begun to guard their gates and keep a low profile. Only a very few low-level scoundrels who are unaware of the truth are still swaggering around."

As soon as Qiao Hongyi returned, he dropped a bombshell.

After resigning from his position in the intelligence agency, he went undercover among those demons and evil spirits as an intermediary, gathering an unknown amount of intelligence.

"Accurate information from the Starshine Temple indicates that the Great Tide will arrive as early as next year."

"What's the specific time?"

Huo Qingyang asked.

"There is no specific time because the time cannot be observed when the high tide comes in."

Qiao Hongyi's expression was grave: "We are not prepared enough."

"Who dares to say they are fully prepared?"

Huo Qingyang laughed and said, "Avalon has been sealed off, completely cutting off all contact between the upper and lower city areas. I think the British are even more uncertain; they themselves don't know how long that shell can hold out."

(End of this chapter)