Reversing Falsehood and Preserving Truth: All Gods and Gods Are in My Hands

The morning light pierced through the clouds, turning the cement roof of the No. 11 Middle School teaching building into a pale gold.

Yesterday's clamor and crisis have receded like the tide, leaving only the lingering fresh scent of dew and dust in the air.

Lu Yu, Chen Mo, and Su Wan leaned against the rusty rooftop railing, the city silhouettes faintly visible in the morning mist. Gone was the tense atmosphere of yesterday; instead, there was a somber feeling, a mixture of weariness and deep contemplation, after a major battle.

"Something is really off about Zhao Lei's father."

Chen Mo pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting the morning light. Although the insightful vertical lines in his eyes were not fully lit, they revealed a sharpness that penetrated to the essence, breaking the silence first.

"When Zhou Jingming accused him of 'drugs,' his first reaction wasn't to angrily refute it, but rather to subconsciously feel tense and wary. That wariness didn't stem from the accusation itself, but rather from having a secret that absolutely couldn't be exposed exposed. Combined with the abnormal fund flows in the Zhao Group's publicly available data, what he's hiding is definitely not simple."

Su Wan nodded gently, the morning breeze ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the hem of her clothes.

Her psychic abilities gave her an extraordinary sensitivity to emotions. At this moment, she frowned slightly: "I can sense that Uncle Zhao is very troubled. Especially when the 'special goods' were mentioned, his heart suddenly raced, and his emotions surged with panic. It wasn't the anger of being slandered, but more like the anxiety of being investigated further."

She brushed a stray strand of hair aside. "Moreover, there seemed to be a very faint, unsettling 'aura' surrounding him. It was subtle, but definitely there."

Lu Yu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the gradually bustling campus below.

The perception granted to him by the Great Dao of Truth touched the essence more directly than Su Wan's psychic power. He clearly "saw" the discordant trace of "illusion" remaining around Zhao Zhenhong, which was different from the cold and violent nature of ordinary illusory spirits, and was more like a strange feeling after being carefully "modified" or "bound".

Lu Yu's voice was deep: "Those so-called 'special goods' are definitely not just high-tech products."

The three exchanged a glance, and all saw the same solemnity in each other's eyes.

Zhao Lei's father, Zhao Zhenhong, a seemingly successful multinational entrepreneur, has a more complex and murky past than they imagined.

"We can't tell Zhao Lei."

Su Wan said softly, her tone full of concern, "He is simple-minded and values ​​relationships. If he knew that his parents might be involved in a dangerous secret, given his personality, he might act impulsively and put himself in danger."

Chen Mo agreed, his analysis as calm as stating an objective law: "Based on the existing information, the benefits of telling Zhao Lei the truth far outweigh the risks. His emotional stability is insufficient to handle such a complex conspiracy; hastily informing him might lead to his loss of control, or even alert the enemy."

"I will continue to monitor the Zhao Group's public information flow and related data on the dark web, and look for any unusual clues regarding funds and transportation; Lu Yu and Su Wan, you are responsible for keeping an eye on Zhao Lei's daily life and emotional fluctuations to ensure that he does not fall into unforeseen dangers due to ignorance."

A silent understanding was reached between the three of them.

This is not concealment, but protection.

They will weave an invisible protective net around Zhao Lei, observing the situation and waiting for the truth to surface on its own, or until they have enough power to face the storm behind them.

At the same time, Zhao Lei walked into the school gate with a relaxed expression, greeting several familiar classmates with a grin. He was wearing loose sportswear, brimming with excess energy, and his forehead was still covered with a thin layer of sweat from his morning exercise, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the three on the rooftop.

Zhao Lei's parents hurriedly left home again early this morning to return abroad to handle "urgent official business".

Before leaving, his father, Zhao Zhenhong, simply patted him on the shoulder as a matter of routine, telling him to "study hard and take care of your health," his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible haste; his mother, on the other hand, scrutinized him for a long time, repeatedly saying, "Leilei, you must take good care of yourself," her excessive concern making him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

There was a slight sense of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by the relief that the "family scandal" had been resolved and his parents had not investigated his involvement in causing trouble with his classmates.

I put those vague anxieties aside, my mind filled with the afternoon's training plan and next week's mock exam, and strode towards the teaching building.

He was completely unaware of the protective network his three friends had quietly established around him on the rooftop, and continued to walk confidently on his own sunny path.

After school, Lu Yu returned home, ate dinner, and went into his bedroom, locking the door behind him. The afterglow of the setting sun divided the room into fragments of light and shadow.

He didn't turn on the light, but sat cross-legged on the bed, his consciousness slowly touching the mysterious mark on his palm that connected all the myriad paths.

After the familiar feeling of weightlessness subsided, the vast starry sky unfolded once more, with a flowing sea of ​​seven-colored light beneath his feet. He first followed his usual route to the Nuwa Temple, which was still enveloped in a soft, life-giving halo, warm and peaceful, with Nuwa's blurry yet majestic figure standing silently.

"Child, you've come."

A gentle and kind voice resonated in my heart, carrying a hint of probing, "Your mind is unsettled, as if a new confusion is troubling you."

Lu Yu bowed respectfully and briefly recounted the recent turmoil at the birthday banquet, the numerous speculations about Zhao Zhenhong, and the dilemma of wanting to protect Zhao Lei but also being wary of unknown risks.

Nuwa listened quietly, the chaotic mist around her subtly shifting with her thoughts. She did not offer a direct answer, but instead offered earnest advice:

"The world is full of chaos, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Your good intentions and desire to protect your dear friends are commendable. However, you must remember that even when you are caught in a fog, you must not lose the light in your heart; even when suspicion arises, you must not easily abandon trust. The truth will eventually come to light, like water. Do not let anxiety cloud your judgment, and do not let suspicion blind you."

Nuwa's words were like a sweet spring, gently washing away the chaotic and restless thoughts that Lu Yu had been experiencing due to the series of events.

He silently digested the information for a moment, then, thinking that Feng Hou was proficient in array formations and strategies and might be able to provide more specific guidance, he bowed and took his leave, turning to walk towards the Feng Hou Temple not far away.

The paulownia tree still stands tall and straight, its star patterns shimmering with a faint blue light in the void. Feng Hou, holding a beast bone scepter, stands in the hall, exuding the majesty and vicissitudes of an ancient god.

"You've come for Zhao Zhenhong's matter?" Feng Hou's voice was like the booming of an ancient bell, and he had already seen through Lu Yu's intentions before Lu Yu could even speak.

Lu Yu bowed respectfully: "Senior, you are wise. I am unsure how to balance protecting my dear friend with investigating the truth, and I fear that I may make a mistake that could lead to disaster."

Feng Hou slowly raised the beast bone scepter, and lightly touched the ground with the tip of the scepter. Instantly, fine array patterns appeared on the Xuanhuang stone palace, flowing like a river of stars, but suddenly twisted into a tangled knot in mid-air.

A glint of malice flashed in his eyes, his tone as firm as iron: "Protecting friends and seeking the truth are like the yin and yang of an array; imbalance leads to chaos, while excessive rigidity leads to collapse. Do you know that the difficulty of this array is never in trapping the enemy, but in achieving 'balance'?"

The knot at the tip of the staff trembled slightly, as if it were about to break or merge, just like Lu Yu's dilemma at this moment.