Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"That's the rule."

Chen Motong crossed her legs and said casually: "The regulations do not restrict students from using the system wing."

In other words, your restrictions are against the rules.

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

According to the regulations, there are no so-called restrictions on the permission of the system wing.

But regulations also exist, and they must provide what consequences will occur if the system wing is suddenly lost.

"System Wing, how are you using it?" Bai Mo temporarily gave up on this problem that his own personality could not solve.

"very good."

Chen Motong replied seriously: "It's in very good condition."

"Really? I will report the time to the system wing."

After getting Bai Mo's answer, Chen Motong did not leave. She put down her crossed legs and smoothed the red hair from her ears.

Chen Motong took a deep breath and asked Bai Mo about her real purpose of coming: "Is the Chen family really solved?"

"...Yes, the records detail this."

"...I saw eyes."

Chen Motong clenched her fists and repeated anxiously: "I saw familiar eyes, they were staring at me!"

"Don't panic, an element detection station has been set up here! No one is monitoring you." Bai Mo stood up and stepped forward to hold the shoulders of Chen Motong, who was obviously out of control.

"Eyes, familiar eyes are looking at me, laughing at my stupidity." Chen Motong murmured to himself, looking up at the ceiling above his head.

In the world she saw, there were cracks on the ceiling, and pupils the size of dragon eyes opened one after another, staring at her all the time, white and black blending, telling words that had been repeated in the past.

■■■■(dragon language)

Bai Mo raised his hand and slashed her neck with a knife.

With a dull sound, Chen Motong was hit in his "weak point" by the blow of the knife. His head fell straight to the side and he passed out.

After the dust fell to the ground, Bai Mo looked up helplessly and glanced at the spot where Chen Motong was staring before.

According to the current personality of this body, Bai Mo will definitely go to investigate this matter.

"What's this all about~"

Slightly mobilizing the power of "Bai Mo", Bai Mo looked at the elements in front of him from a different perspective than ordinary people.

These elements flow smoothly, and are ordinary here. There are no so-called "eyes" at all, and there is no abnormality that should appear at all.

If there is no external world, then...it can only be internal.

Bai Mo looked at Chen Motong and reached out to dial the system wing's communication.

"...It's me, the student has a psychological problem. Yes, Chen Motong, it's her again. This time she needs treatment. She has more serious hallucinations and needs treatment. Please come to my office."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Mo twisted his neck, lay on the table and fell asleep, entering Chen Motong's subconscious in the form of spiritual seed.

Entering his subconscious, Bai Mo first saw a series of black corridors, which led to different directions, and the walls of each corridor were covered with paintings.

Bai Mo walked to the nearest painting and looked at the twisted and changing paint on the painting.

As time passes, the changing paint in the painting gradually condenses, revealing the "appearance" of the interior.

"Is this something that has settled in the subconscious?"

Bai Mo thought and stepped inside.

First there was darkness, then light illuminated the world he saw, the alternation between night and day.

As the light came, Bai Mo saw a bunch of precious medical instruments, crosses, and dragon alchemy-related machines in front of him.

Judging from the meaning expressed by these instruments, the answer is clear-this is a ward.

In addition to Chen Motong, there were two people in the ward, a man and a woman. Neither man looked very good-looking and was on the verge of losing his temper.

"...That's what you said."

The person in front of him was also familiar to Bai Mo. The patriarch of the Chen family was also Chen Motong's "father".

"Yes, it is ■■."

These inaudible sounds...seemed to be missing.

Bai Mo tried to concentrate and mobilize his local power to further "read" this memory.

The displayed sound is still the silenced content, and it is impossible to understand what is being said. It's like a big broken hole. No matter how much stuff is filled inside, it's still impossible to know what the big hole was originally.

"The plan must be completed, the supreme must ■■"

After Chen Motong's father finished speaking, he turned around and left without even glancing at Chen Motong's hesitation and unusual decisiveness.

The Supreme...will he be the Black King?

Bai Mo guessed at the answer. After a few seconds, the world in front of him gradually dimmed and returned to the way it was at the beginning.

The painting in front of you can now be entered at will.

Rubbing his sore forehead, Baimo moved to the second painting. After several changes, the true content of the painting was revealed.

…Sacrifice…

…Supreme, Resurrection, Eternal Life…

…Gods and Buddhas…Legends…

After writing down these important words, Bai Mo walked towards the third painting.

This time, the world in front of me is no longer a separate white room, but a study.

Bai Mo looked at Chen Mo Tong's actions in his memory.

"Chen Motong" flipped through the books here. She took down a large book with an almost completely faded cover, opened the catalog, and saw the "text" recorded in the catalog.

【The Supreme Emperor will be resurrected】

【The Kingdom of the Dead Appears Again】

[All rebellious officials should die by the sword]

The elegant poetry conveys the words. After the page is turned, the foam once again exits the painting.

After repeating it several times, Bai Mo compared the common points - fragmentation, incompleteness, Chen Motong's perspective, her past experience...

"That is to say, everything here is the most profound memory fragment in Chen Motong's subconscious, involving the true "purpose" of the Chen family."

Bai Mo thought about it while searching the contents.

The spiritual power is held in the hands, and then turned into invisible threads, spreading from the white foam to these paintings.

Following these broken and almost non-existent memories, Bai Mo walked to the deepest point and saw a door appearing in front of him.

The height of the gate is unclear, the end point cannot be seen between the top and bottom, and the length and width to the left and right cannot be seen at a glance.

Its appearance seems to be made of bronze, with countless dragon characters painted on it. These languages ​​seem to be telling a story, a great and noble historical story.

Bai Mo squinted his eyes slightly, walked up to the bronze door, and looked at the words and patterns displayed on the door.

But before they got close, the bronze door seemed to be affected by some kind of fluctuation, and some changes occurred that Bai Mo didn't know about.

An invisible mental shock fell on him, blasting the foam away.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Bai Mo gasped, holding on to the fragments in his mind. The huge sense of fragmentation in his mind made him feel like he was dividing himself.

The rest of Bai Mo shared the pressure here, and in just a few seconds, Bai Mo regained his own mental influence.

Looking back on the pressure he felt, Bai Mo suddenly felt familiar. This was the "pressure" he was all too familiar with.