I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 162 1988, Cycle

The nun rolled her eyes and retorted irritably, "You're not only mute, you're also an idiot!"

"October 15, 1988? What, you need to check the almanac before work?"

Looking at this vibrant punk girl in front of me, with her youthful and unrestrained demeanor...

Lin Yan couldn't help but sigh, how did he end up becoming that female Tyrannosaurus Rex who drew corpse faces all day long in later generations?

After obtaining the information he wanted, Lin Yan basically confirmed his situation.

He leaned against the tire, and the nun watching from the side frowned.

Lin Yan remained calm and checked the mark on his chest.

Both bonds responded, and he sensed that the power of the two powers still existed.

He made a peace sign, trying to solidify the power of separation, and it went smoothly.

With a subtle turn of the left hand, the connection between people and water can be awakened at any time, as the heart transforms the water.

And there's the number one sycophantic narrator in my head, trembling in the corner, but still able to stay connected.

Equipped with two divine gears and complete with all the necessary cheats.

Lin Yan sneered inwardly.

He now understands that the year 1988 was a hoax.

Based on my senior's experience in 1994, the power of authority cannot be used across time periods for air conditioning.

That means we are still in the present world, not in the so-called 1988.

This is very likely a hallucination that the Silent Court forcibly pulled him into before its death, using the nun's lingering attachments.

If he hadn't had any power before, he might have had a better chance of honestly playing the role of a stagehand, going along with the plot, and incidentally finding flaws in it.

But who is he now?

Holding two half-step promotion powers in his hands, why is he still here playing at being a phantom from decades ago with some kind of sentimental literature?

"Excuse me, little sister."

Lin Yan stood up, patted his factory uniform, and casually tossed the aluminum lunchbox on the ground.

"I have a bad back, so I can't lift heavy things. Besides, I'm in a hurry to get home for dinner."

After saying that, he didn't even look at the nun, put his hands in his pockets, and swaggered out of the workshop.

Just as she reached the door, a nun's voice came from behind her: "Hey! My name is Sister An. Remember that, you'll come back begging me!"

Lin Yan smiled helplessly. The nun's personality had been terrible even before she died.

But it doesn't matter. Since this is an illusion, things will be easier.

As long as we find the core source of this illusion.

That is, the culprit who caused the nun's death and became the Silent Court to suppress her.

If we directly use absolute force to uproot the source, this illusion will naturally crumble on its own.

Lin Yan walked out of the factory area and strolled around the small town.

The environment was probably based on the nun's real memories, and it's full of the atmosphere of the 80s.

As Lin Yan strolled around, she began to like the place.

He even bought a bottle of Arctic Ocean soda at a state-run grocery store.

Of course, there was no QR code payment here; he used the small change he found on his person.

While drinking his soda, he tried to get information out of a few old men playing chess by the roadside.

After all, it is common knowledge that randomly appearing wild chess-playing grandpas are an important source of intelligence, no less important than the village aunties' intelligence bureau.

Less than half an hour.

Lin Yan then set his sights on his target.

The largest church in town.

And the old godfather who was highly respected in town, particularly abhorred decadent music, and was the head of the town's ethics committee.

"You're the one, Old Deng."

Lin Yan casually tossed the empty glass bottle into the trash can and turned to walk toward the town church.

Anyway, he'll be out soon, and he won't need the small amount of money for the glass bottle.

The church doors were ajar, and a solemn, somber sermon could be heard from inside.

Lin Yan pushed open the door and strode inside.

The church was empty, with dozens of believers bowing their heads devoutly.

Standing on the platform in front was an old man wearing a long robe and a tall hat, with a stern face.

He was holding a Bible, and he was spitting as he spoke.

Although that face had features, its demeanor and temperament were exactly the same as that judge's phantom!

"Sinners! Those young people who are addicted to noise, their souls have long been corrupted by demons!"

The old godfather waved his arms on the stage, seemingly genuinely enraged.

"We must purify this unhealthy trend! We must shut them up!"

"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch."

A discordant voice rang out, sounding rather rude in the solemn and dignified church.

The old godfather stopped abruptly, and all the believers turned to look at the young man.

"Which factory do you work for? How dare you make a scene here!"

The old godfather glared angrily, already holding the wooden ruler used for punishment on the table.

Lin Yan didn't want to waste words with him.

In this world where he can say "I don't eat beef" anytime, he's too lazy to even pretend anymore.

"The one who will send you to God."

Lin Yan raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together.

[Separation] The power erupts instantly!

A "click" sound.

Lin Yan made a scissor-like gesture towards the high and mighty Godfather.

To the horror of the believers, the old priest, along with the solid wood pulpit in front of him, was cut in two.

The Godfather's body split in the middle, falling to the ground with two thuds, one on the left and one on the right.

From Lin Yan's angle, you can see that Zhang's face on the left still retains that angry expression from before.

"Done, job done."

Lin Yan clapped his hands in satisfaction and waited for the illusion to shatter.

He planned to send the nun out to hide for a while after returning to reality, then have the people in the department clean the floor for free before letting the nun come back.

however.

Half a minute passed —

The scene of time and space collapsing did not appear.

The smile on Lin Yan's face gradually froze.

He sensed something was amiss.

The surroundings seemed to have sunk into a quagmire, and the air itself became viscous.

He suddenly realized what was wrong.

The kneeling believers did not scream in panic because of the priest's tragic death.

Lin Yan turned his head and saw that they were getting up from the ground.

One by one, they slowly turned their heads, startling Lin Yan.

The facial features of the believers began to melt like candles.

In just a few seconds, dozens of believers were transformed into faceless people without eyes, noses, or mouths!