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

Zhou Yan licked his lips.

"It may affect our reality."

After saying this, Zhou Yan's face trembled, and 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.

Leng Qing said in a cold voice.

"check!"

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 probably has some deeper meaning.

Zhou Yan shook his head again.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I, I just have a bit of a fever recently, it's normal to have a nosebleed."

Zhou Yan 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 Yan'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..."

"No, it's not about my boyfriend, it's not about marriage, it's about something from when I was little..."

"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 remembered 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 nostrils couldn't stop it anymore. (Yi)

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 affairs seemed to involve her, forcing Leng Qing to take notice in order to prepare for any potential unforeseen circumstances.

Zhou Yan replied.

"I'll handle anything that happens, and I won't let anything happen to you, senior." (Lin)

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 Jiu's meme virus this time 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, with only a few familiar faces 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.

"Xiao Yan should have already left."

Lin'an looked back, his face full of disappointment.

We've been friends for quite a while, so why did you leave without even seeing me?

Leng Qing joked.

"Don't make that face at people, Xiao Yan has a girlfriend."

Lin Anru pouted. The girl thought of Jiu Feng, that sickly and delicate girl, and her anger subsided considerably.

"I understand, I'm going to get to work now."

As Leng Qing watched Lin Anru walk away, a sudden thought struck her.

"Xiaoru, wait a minute."

Lin'an seemed to stand still.

Leng Qing walked up to Lin Anru.

Leng Qing remembered the number eight; it seemed that in her dream, Lin'an, like the number six, also existed.

If we think about it more deeply...

Leng Qing asked.

"Xiaoru, have you had a dream recently where it's ten years in the future, but the Awakened Ones haven't been exposed to the public yet...?"

Lin Anru looked at Leng Qing with confusion.

"What kind of dream is that? But..."

Lin'an is like a dot on the lips.

"I did have a very strange dream before. In the dream, it was Xiao Yan, and all four divine beasts died at Mount Tai. The underworld opened up, and the entire human world was occupied by powerful ghosts and monsters. Senior, you died not long after that, and the entire Vermilion Bird Academy..."

Lin'an was pointing at himself.

"In the next hundred years, I was the only one who survived, and I struggled to lead all the living people to survival."

Then, Xiao Yan came out.

Lin Anru imagined the scene of her three-hundred-year-old self confessing her love to Zhou Yan.

The more Leng Qing listened, the more somber his expression became.

Chapter Five Plan

In the abyss of the underworld, in the capital of Chu, in front of the Daming Palace.

Little Yama sat atop a mountain of corpses piled high with dead bodies, while countless ghost messengers and soldiers frantically grabbed various ghosts and monsters around her.

Within the capital of Chu, there are millions of evil spirits transformed from the dead. These evil spirits have been nurtured for thousands of years, and many are powerful beings at the demonic or demigod level.

Unfortunately, this was the underworld, and Little Yama was the central ghost emperor. With just one thought, Little Yama seized all the yin energy in the entire Chu capital. The other evil ghosts and spirits could not be replenished. They were grabbed by ghost messengers and ghost soldiers, struggled a few times, and were taken away and thrown into other hells. Some were prepared to be tortured, while others went directly to be reincarnated.

If someone has performed good deeds in their lifetime, they will be pushed to Baoniu Mountain and sent to the Lesser Zero World of Zhou Yan 9 to enjoy 7 years of blessings before being reincarnated.

Of course, there are also the worst ones.

Looking down from the mountain of corpses, Little Yama saw two prison carts at the edge of the mountain, with the Imperial Preceptor and Yang Lingnan sitting inside, both wearing shackles.

After being captured by Little Yama, the two struggled for a while, but now they were tired and stopped struggling. They sat in the prison cart, not showing much sadness, but silently waiting for their fate.