No strange things are allowed to evolve!

However, considering his consistent style, it is understandable.

So when he sees this lifeline, he should grab it desperately, not act stubborn at a time like this.

"Strange... what could be the reason?"

At this moment, the Heavenly Hall Master, who had always acted as the Holy Temple's top double-flower red stick, whose spiritual root was connected to his brain and whose actions replaced thinking, put forward a conjecture that could be described as seemingly foolish but actually wise: "Could it be... that he doesn't want to get too involved with us?"

The president felt as if he had been enlightened.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that the other party is from the Bureau of Heresy. Although the relationship between the Holy Church and the Bureau of Heresy has always been good from top to bottom, it seems somewhat inappropriate for the other party to come to the Holy Church as an advisor.

He had only considered how to get Jiang Shu out of trouble within the rules, but he hadn't thought about this point.

Presumably, after considering it, he felt that doing so would be letting down the Bureau of Different Principles' cultivation of him, which is why he has not replied after reading it.

He went out and came back with a mark on his body; he must have been afraid of hurting their bureau chief's feelings.

But if he hadn't told them, their bureau chief wouldn't have known. Does he still feel indebted for that?

Thinking of this, the director's gaze, which had been gradually becoming irritable due to the series of troubles brought about by Jiang Shu, softened.

"There aren't many people like this who value loyalty and righteousness these days," he said with some emotion.

Along the way, he had seen too many people who gave up important things in pursuit of fame and fortune. Even this behavior, which was not in line with his morality, had become reasonable and commonplace in his eyes.

Seeing such a clean and pure piece of jade again naturally made him feel a bit complicated.

The leader of the Heaven Hall understood the president's feelings, because his values ​​were similar to the president's. So he nodded and agreed, "Yes, he's a man who is not tempted. A man like that will succeed in whatever he does."

"Um..."

However, one thing is one thing, and the issue of Jiang Shu not being able to use the Sanctuary Strategy Zone still needs to be resolved properly as soon as possible.

Fortunately, this matter is not really so clearly defined. Consultants don't necessarily have to be deeply tied to each other. For example, Consultant Liu from the Executive Department of the Bureau of Different Principles is actually hanging out with the old man Wuzheng.

After a moment of contemplation, the president came up with a way to make Jiang Shu accept it without making Heaven or even the Holy Temple look bad.

"Here's what you do: find someone who can recommend you, dispel his doubts from a third-party perspective, and then bring him over to me."

The leader of the Heavenly Hall thought for a moment: "This sounds a bit like a pyramid scheme..."

"Nonsense!" The president was furious, glaring at him. "This is the first time I've ever seen someone throw mud at themselves."

"Haha." The Hall Master of Paradise gave an awkward laugh, stiffly changing the subject, and asked, "Who should we ask to be our recommender?"

......

"The wind direction isn't quite right today..."

Bureau of Different Systems, Group Six.

Shen Mo stood by the window, holding a thermos, his brow furrowed as he stared at the tree branches swaying in the strong wind outside.

"I always feel my eyelids twitching, as if something bad is about to happen."

He took a sip of the warm, brown liquid from the thermos, and his expression changed.

"Who switched my drink to Pepsi?"

Bai Lian's impatient voice came from behind: "Just drink it anyway, it's all heated up. What's the difference between Pepsi and Coca-Cola?"

Shen Mo glanced at the half-empty Coca-Cola in front of Bai Lian and remained silent.

At this moment, the Overlord approached.

"Team leader, when did you learn fortune telling? Tell me, why is the wind direction wrong?"

Shen Mo glanced at him: "What are you doing in our group?"

"?"

Slapping his forehead, Shen Mo suddenly remembered: "Oh! Sorry! You're always out on field missions, I almost forgot you're in our group."

After apologizing, his expression turned serious again.

"I don't know, I just feel something's not right. Although I don't know exactly what's wrong, my intuition is usually very accurate."

As he spoke, he took another sip of hot cola.

Seeing that he couldn't give a coherent explanation, the Overlord assumed that he was just making a show of mystery.

Since the deputy group leader became known as "Lao" (牢), the members of Group Six have felt that Shen Mo has become somewhat depressed and sometimes even a bit eccentric. Now, they've even started drinking hot cola for health, so they've long been used to him saying things that are hard to understand starting from zero frames.

Although everyone wanted to cheer him up, they also knew that Shen Mo was not a weak person; he had a very strong sense of self-esteem, so conventional methods of comforting him might backfire.

Seeing this, Chocolate put down his work, revealed his signature smile, and cheerfully took over the conversation: "That's right, Bawang is always on fieldwork and has missed so much. He didn't even get to see Lala's last moments."

The Overlord was stunned, his face showing disbelief and sorrow: "He...he's dead? Didn't you say he was just on a mission?"

"It's a mission, I mean, the last time I saw you before leaving the bureau to carry out the mission." Chocolate still had a bright smile.

"..."

Sometimes, Bawang felt that this guy was just using a harmless smile to cover up his wicked sense of humor.

"But speaking of that guy..."

Mentioning Jiang Shu suddenly lightened Bai Lian's mood, who had been overwhelmed and increasingly irritable due to her heavy workload. She unconsciously put down her work and joined in the conversation.

"It's been almost half a month since we last heard from you, hasn't it? What kind of mission is it, team leader? Do you know?"

It was at this moment.

A more intense unease welled up in Shen Mo's heart.

Seeing that he didn't react, Bai Lian called out again, "Team leader?"

“It’s this…” Shen Mo replied, seemingly ignoring the question, “It feels even more intense now.”

Jiang Shu's name is like a remote control; once you press it, Shen Mo feels a sense of unease.

He slammed his hand on the windowsill: "It must be related to him!"

But... what could it be?

He knew what Jiang Shu was doing, so he couldn't understand what trouble could possibly arise in the sanctuary.

"Were you bullied?"

"No...no...it shouldn't be that bad. He's the one who bullies others."

"It must be some other kind of trouble."

"Is it related to the competition...?"

"Is this the only possibility?"

"Participating in the competition at level six is ​​still too difficult after all..."

"When he set off, there was only one month left. The director's intention was probably just to let him familiarize himself with the battles against the evolved beings, and at the same time, learn from them to become stronger. But given his personality..."

"I'll probably aim for the main competition and then force myself to do it."

"That kid will definitely do that."

"But even if he's incredibly skilled, level six... isn't that a bit too much for the high-level arena?"

"This feeling of unease appeared suddenly..."

"Could it be that he suffered a serious setback?"

Reflecting on his past experiences, Shen Mo felt that this was very likely.

Even if you are injured in the incubator, you can recover instantly once you leave the incubator, even if you become an evolved being divided into five parts like Shang Yang.

However, the setbacks brought about by failure and the psychological trauma caused by facing real death are things that can only be digested by oneself.

Although I haven't experienced this kind of trauma myself, when I think back to the competition that year, I did witness many geniuses who came with great confidence and high morale, but left heartbroken and dejected like stray dogs.

Even though being hit hard in a competition where safety is at least guaranteed is better than dying confidently at the hands of a real opponent, Shen Mo believes that if one's backbone is broken, it means that becoming a top expert is no longer an option.

That kind of thing... is impossible!

Unable to hear Shen Mo's mutterings and self-talk, the members of Group Six simply exchanged helpless smiles and shrugged, as was their customary practice.

Oh no, I'm going crazy again.

Just then, Shen Mo's phone rang.

He answered the phone somewhat irritably, and said "hello" in a less-than-friendly tone.

Then, his irritation subsided considerably.

"What's up, boss?"

"Huh? Develop downlines? Where do I develop downlines?"

"Oh, I don't need to look for it, you guys must have."

"Since they've already designated someone, why should I be the one to show up?"

"Oh, it's easier if I know someone there..."

"That's not right. Am I developing a downline or digging a hole for myself? If he's an advisor, then who am I?"

"That's true, I haven't been going much lately, but..."

"Short-term? Okay then."

"Email...no need for that. Just send me your WeChat ID; it's just a phone number."

"By the way, I wanted to ask you something. I have a friend who seems to be..."

"Damn it, you dare hang up on me?!"

"Oh, the boss isn't dead yet? I wasn't talking about you... I was just asking..."

"Damn, he's really done for this time!"

Angrily, Shen Mo raised his phone high, held it for a moment, then silently put it away, ultimately unable to bring himself to actually smash it.

He was only now realizing the truth, and a hundred questions were running through his mind.

Wait a minute, I'm from the Bureau of Different Lineages, so asking me to help the Holy Temple recruit people sounds really weird...

What else is there that says you can definitely recruit someone just by calling them and telling them you're also an advisor to the Holy Temple?

He remained silent, utterly perplexed.

But he wasn't really concerned about any of that; what he was most concerned about right now was Jiang Shu's condition.

He originally wanted to ask about Jiang Shu's situation on the other end of the phone. Although the competition should not be under Heaven's jurisdiction, the other party was, after all, a hall master, so it wouldn't be a problem for him to inquire about it.

But unexpectedly, the signal suddenly went bad, making him think the other party had hung up. He couldn't help himself and ended up offending the other party. Now, it's uncertain whether he can find out the other party.

Shen Mo could only sigh helplessly.

There's no other way. It seems the only option is to help first before it's convenient to ask Jiang Shu about his situation.

Seeing Shen Mo answer a phone call and then display a range of emotions, the others, unsure of the specifics, asked with some concern, "Are you alright, boss?"

"It's alright, you guys are busy, I have some things to take care of."

Shen Mo waved his hand, said nothing more, and returned to his office.

Sitting at his desk, looking at the phone number that had just been sent to his phone, Shen Mo couldn't help but feel a little curious.

People I know...

He copied it to the number pad and dialed the number.

The next second, he was stunned.

He seemed to have saved this phone number before; the note that popped up on the screen was proof of that.

And he was indeed very familiar with this person.

Or rather, it's the person he was thinking about just a second ago.

Ginger bundle?

Heaven's Advisor?

how come?

Countless question marks flooded into Shen Mo's mind, as if an immeasurable void had been opened up.

He couldn't understand why Jiang Shu, at such a young age, could be recruited by Paradise as an advisor. That was a prestigious position that even he himself had earned through countless hard-won collaborations with Paradise on missions.