After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Page 499

Leng Qing walked back to her desk and sat down.

6. "Tea or coffee?"

See “No need…”

Zhou Yan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Leng Qing.

It's like saying, "I just have some things I'd like to ask you, senior."

"Go ahead and ask."

Leng Qing glanced at the time. Hmm, there were still twenty minutes before the next meeting. Twenty minutes was enough time for her and Zhou Yan to discuss a topic.

But what does someone like Zhou Yan want when he comes here? Resources, wealth, or...?

No, no, no, Leng Qing believes that with Zhou Yan and Bai Ze's bloodline, money and resources are just a matter of a word.

But if they're not here for money or resources, what are they doing here?

Talent!

Zhou Yan didn't come here to ask me for people, did he?

Leng Qing felt that she had grasped the key point.

Indeed, Zhou Yan can dig out resources and wealth with just a word, but talent is something you can't conjure up with a single sentence.

The only problem is that we lack talent ourselves.

So how should I refuse Zhou Yan's request to come later?

Should we call Lin Anru over?

"So, senior, have you had a dream these past few days where the Awakened Ones haven't been known to the public yet?"

Zhou Yan asked.

Leng Qing was somewhat dissatisfied.

"As expected of Lord Bai Ze, you know what I dream about."

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"What if I said that this dream wasn't a dream?"

S Leng Qing's mouth, hidden beneath the zombie mask, opened slightly, then quickly closed again, before opening it once more a few seconds later to speak.

Is it a parallel universe? Or Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly?

In this day and age, parallel worlds and time travel are already commonplace. Leng Qing is the kind of veteran who can guess the ending of these shows just by watching the beginning.

Leng Qing did not disbelieve what Zhou Yan said.

"It's not that complicated. I just feel that things in that world..."

Zhou Yan licked his lips.

"It could affect our reality."

After Jiu finished speaking, Zhou Yan's face trembled. Then, this true god, this beast who hadn't been injured even when surrounded and beaten by the gods of Heaven, had two streams of bright red blood flowing from his nostrils.

Si Lengqing said in a cold voice.

Eight "Investigate!"

Every detail of the government building where Leng Qing was located, from the first floor to the second, entered Leng Qing's mind.

If Zhou Yan is getting a nosebleed, it's likely that someone in his own municipal government is targeting him.

Thinking about it this way, Zhou Yan's visit here must have some deeper meaning.

Zhou Yan shook his head again.

Another response was, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm just a little feverish lately, it's normal to have a nosebleed."

Zhuo Zhouyan took out a pack of tissues from his little world, wiped the blood from his nose, and then used the tissues to plug his nose.

Leng Qing didn't believe it. How could getting a nosebleed from a fever be any different from using a condom instead of having sex? But since Zhou Yan had said so, Leng Qing couldn't refute it. She could only focus her attention on her surroundings and investigate carefully.

After Zhou Yan finished inserting the tube into his nostril, he said in a muffled voice.

"Senior Sister Leng, do you still remember your past, um, you yourself?"

Leng Qing nodded without saying a word.

That dream was so real that Leng Qing could remember every detail of it.

Zhou Yan asked again.

"Do you remember the difference between dreams and reality?"

Leng Qing thought for a moment, and then spoke two minutes later.

"There are many differences. First of all, it seems that the federal government still has a strong hold on power in that world."

If the federal government's control is weak, it will be unable to suppress the awakened ones and prevent them from affecting the world of normal people.

"Based on this worldview that is completely different from our own..."

Leng Qing took a breath.

"My life from childhood is quite different from what I remember of the past now."

Zhou Yan said in a deep voice.

"Can you compare them and point out any differences?"

Leng Qing began to ponder.

Zhou Yan hurriedly replied.

"It's not the kind of comparison that relies solely on imagination. I'm asking, what's the difference between your memory of your past and the past that's happening now?"

It took Leng Qing quite a while to understand Zhou Yansou's words.

"Lord Bai Ze, do you mean... the world in my dream is affecting reality?"

Zhou Yan remained silent; he didn't know how to explain the matter.

"I understand, I'll go ask."

Leng Qing got up and left the office. In the corridor, she took out her phone and dialed her parents' number.

"Mom and Dad, there are some things I want to talk to you about..."

"It wasn't about a boyfriend, it wasn't about marriage, it was something from when I was a child..."

"Why ask such a question? I'm writing my own autobiography..."

……

One hour later.

Leng Qing walked back to her office and went to Zhou Yan, who had been waiting for an hour.

Zhou Yan asked.

"What was the result?"

"I asked in detail."

A hint of doubt flickered in Leng Qing's eyes.

"It seems that my past is different from the past I remember. I remember that I attended a primary school called Kandong Primary School, but my parents said it was Yucai Primary School. Yucai Primary School is the primary school that Leng Qing in my dream attended. My memories of junior high school and high school are also somewhat different."

Leng Qing asked Zhou Yan a serious question.

"This shouldn't be a memory error, right?"

Scientists once conducted an experiment in which they induced memories in a mentally mature adult, making him recall his childhood. Then, through language and various ambiguous information, they were able to implant an event that never happened into the adult's memory.

This is memory error. Of course, this error cannot be too outrageous. Many things that are deeply ingrained in our memory cannot be confused by memory inducement.

The parts of Leng Qing's memory that have errors are the parts that don't matter whether she remembers them correctly or not. If these parts are confused by the overly detailed information in the dream, that's understandable.

"It's definitely not a memory error, but it's not something to be afraid of either."

The tissues stuffed in Zhou Yan's nostrils began to bleed downwards.

Zhou Yan had another nosebleed, and it seemed to be flowing quite heavily, so much so that the tissue stuffed in his nose couldn't stop it anymore.

Leng Qing chuckled and then checked the time.

Leng Qing had several meetings today, one of which was forty minutes ago, but things were a bit complicated with Zhou Yan's situation, so Leng Qing abandoned her own meeting and focused on dealing with Zhou Yan's matter.

"Sorry, junior, I was supposed to be in a meeting, but it's already been delayed for a long time. So, could you tell me everything you can?"

Zhou Yan's matter seems to have involved her, so Leng Qing has to take notice in order to prepare for any possible surprises.

Zhou Yan replied.

"I'll take responsibility if anything happens, and I won't let anything happen to you, senior."

Leng Qing stared at Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan met her gaze without yielding an inch. The matter of Mount Ling was a secret, a deadly poison that even a true god couldn't withstand. It was better for Leng Qing not to know, because if she did, she would die.

They stared at each other for a full minute, and Leng Qing's expression softened.

"I'm going to a meeting. If you have something else to do, wait until I get back. If not, you don't need to wait for me."

Zhou Yan covered his bleeding nose and made muffled groans. Blood began to seep out from between his fingers.

Leng Qing hurriedly left the office.

As a smart person and someone who knows how to restrain herself, Leng Qing knows very well that she shouldn't ask questions she shouldn't ask.

Zhou Yan's current attitude and constant nosebleeds suggest that he has encountered some unspeakable calamity.

As Bai Ze and a true god, Zhou Yan was like this, so Leng Qing could only suppress her curiosity and wait for Zhou Yan to solve the problem.

The greatest help a weak person can give is to avoid causing trouble for the strong.

Inside the office.

Zhou Yan's lower face was covered in blood. The boy weakly watched as drops of blood dripped from his chin, hitting the ground and splashing blood onto the white floor tiles.

It seems that I have come into contact with some deep secrets belonging to Mount Ling.

The damage caused by this meme virus was particularly severe; Zhou Yan was in so much pain all over his body that he almost fainted.

……

Fifth-floor conference room.

When Leng Qing arrived, most of the people in the conference room had already left, except for a few familiar faces who were still cleaning the floor and tables.

Lin Anru, who was sitting at the front of the conference room, stood up and said.

"Senior, if you don't come, I'll sit here."

Leng Qing nodded.

"Okay, you can sit here when I'm not around."

Lin Anru stepped out from the front seat and asked with an awkward smile.

"Senior, I... I heard that some juniors from Suzaku Academy have come..."

Leng Qing glanced at her assistant, who was organizing documents and had her head down.

This assistant is great in every way, except she's too talkative and always likes to gossip and spread all sorts of nonsense.

"It's Zhou Yan who's here."

Leng Qing said.

Lin Anru immediately turned around and went to the door of the conference room.

Leng Qing grabbed Lin Anru's shoulder and reminded her.