Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 338 Passing

"This isn't over yet; the Ancestor has even greater ambitions. It would be good to use the earthquake as an opportunity to expand the decoy, but its true purpose is not there. It also wants to seize the Earthquake World and even the Illusionary Realm." Bidok continued to reveal more information.

"Is this even possible?" Doris frowned. Taking over the world and the illusionary realm—that seemed like a huge leap.

"It also played many tricks in its cooperation with Agui, and infiltration is what bait-type illusions are best at. When it used its power to create an illusionary realm to attract the earthquake impact, it also took the opportunity to spread its own bait. Among those who went missing after being caught in the illusionary realm, many were replaced by the Ancestor in advance. All of this was its preparation."

Biddock, sweating profusely, said, "It took over the large earthquake dweller, which was the first step in the experiment. However, it originally had a better body for itself, so it wouldn't have had to take the plunge itself. But the experiment didn't go smoothly, and we found an opportunity to eliminate the last suspected success."

"Wait? Did you arrange for that successful product to be disposed of?" The Black Sparrow puppet element noticed and quickly looked up.

When Bidok saw the puppet speak, he was stunned for a moment, but still replied, "We leaked the relevant information to the Disposal Bureau, and then used the pretext of internal struggles within the Longevity Society to lure the successful specimen into the Disposal Bureau's sight. Although the strength of that adult body exceeded our expectations, the Disposal Bureau still disposed of it for the time being."

It turns out that the intelligence was leaked at that time, and the idiots over there took the opportunity to plot against Jiang Si. It was all arranged by Bidok and his group who were lurking in the Longevity Society.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

In the end, all I could say was, "You've really worked hard."

Bidok didn't quite understand the emotions implied by the hand puppet, and shook his head: "It's nothing. Over the years, we've been trying to influence the Longevity Society's operations, deliberately recruiting low-quality personnel and creating numerous exposure incidents, hoping to expose their existence to the public. But the Longevity Society has too deep roots and too many connections in Jiangwen Street, and in the end, everything was suppressed. Sigh."

No wonder the Longevity Society has become careless in many of its actions in recent years.

When Tickman first returned to Jiangwen Street, the street thugs who were subordinates of the Changsheng Society got wind of it and couldn't wait to come to his door, acting recklessly.

On the one hand, they knew their family had powerful connections and weren't afraid of trouble in the middle of the night; on the other hand, Bidok and his group were deliberately corrupting and lowering the quality of the Changsheng Society's grassroots members to increase their chances of being exposed.

Boom!

A white light exploded in the distance, and the processing bureau and the flesh-and-blood behemoth collided violently, followed by a powerful aftershock.

Biddock lost his balance and fell to the ground, coughing repeatedly and spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with toxins.

"We need to get you out of here right away; you're severely poisoned," Doris said, looking at the silvery-gray blood on the ground.

“This is what we want. Don’t worry about me. I knew this would happen to me the moment I joined the Longevity Society and gave up my original body.” Biddock grabbed Doris’s wrist. His thin arm was surprisingly strong, and Doris could feel the conviction behind that strength.

"We need to find a way to defeat the Longevity Society, defeat the Ancestor..." Bidok gritted his teeth. "There are too many. The Ancestor has now removed all the traps he laid out in Jiangwen Street and allowed them to mutate and spread. They will either invade the remaining normal people to absorb their life force, or they will find earthquake victims to combine with. We can't continue like this. The Ancestor has many host bodies, most of which can go almost anywhere. Simply dealing with that giant beast will only be a hindrance. It can leave and start over with a single thought."

"We need to completely eliminate its bait; that would at least weaken its power to some extent. If you have connections with the authorities, please make sure they trust us. Every time we try to contact them, we're rejected. We're bait too; nobody believes us!"

Biddock had little strength left, but his voice was almost a roar.

Doris was about to speak when Biddock shoved a switch into her hand: "We've installed a makeshift missile on the Observation Tower. Just one, concentrated with heavy metal poison. It's made from mechanical factors imported from the Mechanical World. A poison expert provided us with the design; he probably also wanted to deal with the Longevity Society, but he was more radical than us and refused to deepen our cooperation... This poison is extremely harmful to the human body, so please use it with extreme caution..."

Doris looked reluctant.

The life of the person before her was rapidly slipping away, but at this moment he was brilliantly burning his last bit of life, hoping to leave any help for her and others to destroy the Longevity Society.

The road built by these people with their lives reminded her of that cold monastery.

But this is different from a monastery.

The nuns used their emotions to pave the way with their blood. Doris loathed this feeling, yet she was the epitome of that form, and by extension, she loathed herself as well.

Even though she realized that this kind of thing often happens in the world, that the world is made up of countless beneficiaries, and that she herself is one of those beneficiaries, with countless corpses lying at her feet.

The cold world offers no further response to those who fall, silently waiting for all the beneficiaries to become the next victims.

So-called "love" is an invisible collar, something that people cherish but find difficult to remove willingly, yet it leads them astray, perpetuating a tragic cycle.

Doris's hands slowly clenched. So she also learned to make sacrifices, pouring her love into the music master who led her out of the convent, even if it was just a one-sided pursuit, even if she was just an actress in front of the music master, she wanted to find meaning in this.

Those who cling desperately to "love" should not be the ones ridiculed. "Finally... please tell Tickman..." Bitdog lowered his head, squeezing out his last words, "I've only ever been alone in this life, but you... come find me later. Living a good life with your family is more important than anything else."

He raised his head, managed a weak smile, but his body finally collapsed under the influence of the toxins, turning into writhing, rotting flesh that shrank and eventually disappeared.

A blood-smelling wind blew by, and the figure of the man named Bidok could no longer be seen; his physical existence had completely dissipated.

But some other things might travel far on this wind.

drip-

Zheng Fan stood to the side and took out his specially made phone: "Hello?"

"It's all set here," Luo Ye's voice came through the phone. "Where are you?"

"Jiangwen Street, something happened here."

"Is it urgent?" Luo Ye asked.

Zheng Fan glanced at Doris, whose emotions were fluctuating wildly, and said, "It's quite urgent, but it won't have a big impact. I'm back now."

Upon hearing this, Doris looked at Zheng Fan with a helpless expression. "Is Mr. Music leaving now?"
If it weren't for Mr. Music, could she have solved the problems in Jiangwen Street?
When she officially began to consider solving this problem, it was no longer an easy task.

"However, there are some things I hope you can adjust a bit more. Well, I'll discuss it in detail when I get back, and I'll help you with that too." With that, Zheng Fan hung up the phone.

He looked at the little lamb's pitiful expression with amusement: "Why are you making that face? I'm definitely prioritizing the binary girl in this unfamiliar neighborhood."

“I know…” the lamb lowered its head.

“However, I’m not so desperate to make choices in a place like this. You don’t need to either. Little Sheep, you’re very strong. That kind of thing is no match for you right now,” Zheng Fan continued.

Doris raised her head and stared intently into Zheng Fan's eyes.

"Besides, they have a lot of people, but we have quite a few on our side too." Zheng Fan revealed a dashing smile and turned to look at the fleshy behemoth in the distance.

……

A moment later, Zheng rushed back to the observation station located on Nolan Street.

Luo Ye squinted and said, "You said you want to readjust the plan, what do you mean by that?" She and Big Nose had done all the work, and the person who had been running around all the time suddenly came back and said that the plan needed to be modified again.

To this, Luo Ye can only say: You're the boss, you're awesome.

"How long can that infinite overlap last, according to the plan you gave them?" Zheng Fan ignored Luo Ye's little mood because he was the boss and he was awesome, and asked Niu Qianliu directly.

"It could take anywhere from a few seconds to ten minutes, but no more than that. If things get out of control, it won't be a small matter. I've set up a rollback framework. Although some things will inevitably slip through, once the situation is resolved, I'll try my best to make all the overlapping things go back to where they came from."

"Concentrate the overlapping areas in Jiangwen Street for me," Zheng Fan said directly after hearing the order.

"Huh?" Luo Ye asked, puzzled.

Niu Qianliu also frowned slightly: "Is it necessary?"

"It's unnecessary for us, but perhaps necessary for some. A bunch of fools are shooting themselves in the foot, so we can only add a few more stones."

Zheng Fan grinned, his smile hearty.

Since things have already come to this point, it won't make a difference if he makes one more arrangement.

Ya Gui has already taken the lead, and the Old Ancestor is close behind. Zheng Fan should also prepare his own fireworks.

(End of this chapter)