Chapter 593 Bright Lights
"Verify history?"
"The easiest way, of course, is to recognize each other directly. I call you Dr. Su, you call me Director Chen, and then we say we haven't seen each other for a long time. We recall everything we experienced together hundreds of years ago, and we talked about this together in the ruins. A paragraph of words... If all this happens, it naturally means that everything here is true. "
Su Zhiwei asked in confusion, "Isn't this normal?"
Chen Ling sighed, "But when Yang Xiao met me, he was...very vague? He seemed to recognize me, but he didn't want to recognize me directly. I don't know what he was thinking at that time."
"So, are you worried that I will be like him, with a very vague attitude?"
"That's right...so, I hope we can make an agreement in advance." Chen Ling said seriously, "If everything goes well, we will recognize each other normally; but if there are some complicated factors that prevent us from recognizing each other directly, we will Agree on a set of code words.”
"Hmm... that's okay, what's the code word?"
Chen Ling thought for a while, "Do you know that poem by Li Bai? When we meet in the mortal world, we hold the golden whip high."
"You know, do you want to use this sentence?"
"No, let's modify it a little bit... When the time comes, I will say 'meet in the world of mortals', and then you answer 'smiling for a long time'." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "As long as you answer the second half of the sentence, it means that we have happened now. Everything is real, even if I don’t recognize it, I know it in my heart.”
"No problem, I remember it."
"Thank you."
Chen Ling opened the flip phone. It was less than ten seconds before the archive of this era ended.
He took a last deep look at Su Zhiwei, smiled and said,
"Then, I look forward to meeting you in another era."
[The time limit for No. 129439 has expired]
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The main city of Hongchen.
The cloth shoes stepped on the turbid puddles on the road, causing ripples in the water. In the stirred reflection, a figure wearing rags and linen clothes was slowly walking through the dilapidated alley.
It was a woman who looked like a beggar. She was covered in brown linen clothes picked up from somewhere. Her long black hair was covered with mud. It was tucked up and covered under a tattered hood. Even if someone passed by her in the alleyway, , would not even look up at her, and would even stay away from her.
It wasn't until she reached the roof of a long-abandoned building that she slowly stopped, took out a carefully wrapped steamed bun from the box in the corner, sat on the ground and nibbled on it.
On the mottled face covered by mud, a pair of eyes as deep as lake water were observing the surroundings at all times.
Liu Qingyan felt very calm.
Ever since she skinned and killed that disgusting old man at the headquarters of the Huadu Consortium half a year ago, she has been completely anonymous and hiding in the streets of the main city of Red Dust.
On the one hand, it is to avoid the pursuit of the police and the Huadu Consortium, and on the other hand, it is to deeply pursue the essence of this path.
Liu Qingyan could feel that her path was different from others.
When she set foot on this sacred road half a year ago, she vaguely felt that there were two forked roads extending out... They were very different from each other, but they were vaguely related. One was flat and vast, and the other was covered with thorns.
And in the end, the one she stepped on was the one filled with thorns.
This road is difficult and unclear. Until now, Liu Qingyan doesn't know what she has chosen, and no one can guide her in the direction. She doesn't even know what the Shinto and the path are; she is like a The blind man groped in the dark.
After embarking on this road, Liu Qingyan instinctively began to get tired of the performance and the eyes full of desires. Especially after killing Zong Wen with her own hands, something in her body seemed to be awakening, guiding her to stay away. The world is in turmoil.
The good news is that after she killed Zong Wen, she took away the treasures in the latter's safe. After selling all these things, she sent them all back to her hometown in Liu Town.
The money should be enough to pay off the sky-high debts owed by her parents, and enough for her brother to go to the doctor. She no longer has to continue to be a star to be exploited and enslaved by the consortium in order to pay off her father's debts.
In the past six months, Liu Qingyan's life was very difficult, but also very relaxed. She just observed all kinds of people in the world of mortals, and unknowingly, she reached the second level...
But now, she could no longer see clearly where the next path was.
Liu Qingyan watched the sky gradually dimming. The lights lit up in the dimness, gradually connecting into pieces. The billowing red dust awakened in these neon lights. People finally ended their day's work and began to pursue physical and mental stimulation. Pleasure.
But the strange thing is that some of these lights all over the city have always fallen into darkness recently, like mildew growing in the neon world, exuding inexplicable weirdness and gloominess, and as time goes by, these dark areas More and more.
"Is the power outage..." Liu Qingyan muttered to herself.
She stood up and walked down the unfinished building. Her dirty clothes seemed to blend into the dark alley. After taking a few steps, she felt like she stepped on something.
Liu Qingyan looked down and found that it was a newspaper thrown on the roadside.
The surface of the newspaper was full of footprints. Judging from the date, it must have been a few days ago. She picked it up easily. The first page was the news about the Great Twilight Society. After scanning it for a few times, her brows unconsciously wrinkled.
She read the above content carefully, then turned back a page, and saw a wet profile on the stage, and suddenly froze in place.
"He is back……"
Liu Qingyan's eyes gradually brightened, and her eyes instantly locked on the three words "Jinghong Tower" in the article. Regardless of whether the newspaper was dirty or not, she rolled it up and stuffed it into her arms, and hurriedly ran in a certain direction. .
She walked through the crowded streets and neon-lit storefronts. Even her mud-stained hair floated out from under her hood. This beggar-like girl running in a hurry also attracted suspicious glances from passers-by. .
Liu Qingyan seemed unaware of this. She ran for several blocks and finally stopped in front of a certain street.
This neighborhood seemed to be shrouded in mold-like darkness. The surrounding buildings were all without power, and there were pedestrians and shops everywhere carrying kerosene lamps for lighting...with the exception of one building.
It was an old-looking theater building. At this moment, two large trucks filled with lanterns were parked at the entrance of the theater building.
Seven or eight figures were carrying lighted lanterns, hanging inside and outside the theater. The radiance of the lanterns dispersed all the darkness. Even without electric lighting, the theater was still as bright as day!
At the same time, a group of people were waiting in line outside the theater with tickets-like things. Seeing this extremely bright theater, they couldn't help but praise something...
Inside the theater.
Chen Ling, who was all ready to sit down and rest, looked at the door with a confused expression. Kong Baosheng, who was excitedly directing the hanging of lanterns, and Li Qingshan, who was very excited in the background and seemed to be planning to sing all night, couldn't help but hold on. forehead...
"What a sin..."