Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

The air was completely still.

Su Ming remained silent.

Yu Mengnian remained silent.

She was a person who didn't talk much.

After a long while, Su Ming scratched his head and stopped worrying about the memory issue.

He looked up and asked, "Did I just hear you mention Zhou Zhengyang?"

"Is Lao Zhou now the director of the Abnormal Management Bureau?"

Yu Mengnian nodded: "Yes, I officially took office two years ago."

Su Ming asked with slight confusion, "Who was the previous one?"

Yu Mengnian uttered only one word: "Me."

Upon hearing this answer, Su Ming looked puzzled.

With Yu Mengnian's personality, how could she become a bureau chief?

No wonder they changed the person in charge; it makes perfect sense.

The bureau chief may not be the most capable, but he is definitely the busiest, the most tired, and the most resilient under pressure.

Just then, Yu Mengnian's phone rang.

She picked up her phone and answered the call.

The receiver instantly crackled with Zhou Zhengyang's helpless and exasperated voice: "My little ancestor, could you please give me a heads-up before you leave the capital?"

"I'm here..."

Snapped!

Yu Mengnian hung up the phone without even blinking.

Less than three seconds later, the phone rang again.

"My little darling, can you please let me finish? It's always like this..."

Yu Mengnian hung up the phone again.

Su Ming, standing to the side, grinned broadly.

Old Zhou, you're just naturally talkative.

It's been going on and on since 2003, all the way to 2026.

From Yu Mengnian, the little ancestor, to myself, the little ancestor.

Neither of your two generations of little devils can change your nagging habit; you deserve to get hung up on on the phone.

Three seconds later, the phone rang again.

This time, Zhou Zhengyang's tone on the other end of the line was much calmer and more serious.

"My dear, I've already made contact with the person for you."

"Shen Wanyu's background is quite complicated. Her grandfather is a high-ranking official, and her connections are very wide-ranging."

"At least give me a reason so I can report and coordinate in advance."

Yu Mengnian held the phone, silent for a few seconds: "It's my Daoist partner who wants to see them."

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Just before the call ended, Su Ming clearly heard Zhou Zhengyang let out a roar like a lion.

He truly is a man like a lion.

He loves to yell at the drop of a hat.

Su Ming chuckled: "Annoying, isn't it?"

Yu Mengnian nodded, paused for a second, and then added, "But it's very reliable."

Su Ming agrees with this point.

Zhou Zhengyang's greatest strength is his reliability; he's always busy and never idle.

At this moment, the parents of the bilingual kindergarten all rushed over.

Among them was Su Ming's mother, Song Yu.

Su Ming watched as Song Yu hugged her childhood self, while in her other hand she held the ice cream that she loved to eat as a child.

The two held hands, a heartwarming and healing scene that kept him glued to his eyes for a long time.

"You as a child?"

Yu Mengnian took the initiative to ask.

Su Ming nodded slowly, his eyes gentle: "Aren't you very happy?"

"That's my mom and me when I was three years old."

"Do you think they are biological mother and child?"

Although this idea was bad, Su Ming couldn't ignore it.

What is he?

Pollution sources, pollution sources confined within the human framework.

Song language refers to ordinary human beings.

Could an ordinary human give birth to him?

Although I don't want to think about it, I can't help but have doubts.

Yu Mengnian, who was standing to the side, seemed to notice Su Ming's confusion. She raised her hand and said in a calm voice, "It's very simple. You'll know as soon as you test it."

He pulled back, and two drops of bright red blood appeared on his fingertips.

The simplest and most direct method is paternity testing.

Yu Mengnian called over an official clerk disguised as a pedestrian from the roadside and handed him two drops of blood: "Give this to Chen Zhiwei, and expedite the testing."

Having Chen Zhiwei perform a paternity test for Su Ming would guarantee 100% accuracy with absolutely no errors.

Su Ming stared at her in shock.

Seeing this, Yu Mengnian explained, "Telekinesis is a very simple method."

She has more tricks up her sleeve than she did in 2003.

Su Ming subconsciously asked, "How strong are you now?"

"Five years ago, I entered the realm of the Five Awakenings," Yu Mengnian answered truthfully.

Five years ago, in 2007.

Yu Mengnian was 14 years old at the time.

A 14-year-old awakened individual with all five senses.

As expected of the strongest awakened one recognized by the Dragon Kingdom, he's amazing.

"Then did you sense the world barrier?" Su Ming asked again.

Yu Mengnian was somewhat puzzled.

Judging from her expression, Su Ming knew that she had not yet touched the world barrier and had not yet reached the peak of 2026.

According to the cultivation world in Yu Mengnian's dream, she was a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage in 2026, and could ascend to immortality at any time.

As for now, he is most likely in the middle or late stages of the Nascent Soul stage.

Composing himself, Su Ming looked at the street where his childhood self and Song Yu had disappeared.

A bold and crazy idea exploded in his mind.

If I were to kill my childhood self now, would my present self disappear?

This is a classic example of a spacetime paradox.

If the past self perishes, there will be no future self.

Without a future self, no one can travel across time and space to kill the past self.

It goes on and on, without beginning or end.

Therefore, there is only one answer.

Wen Qi guessed correctly again.

The post-apocalyptic worldline is an independent branch of spacetime, forming its own realm.

Cut it off, and it will automatically repair itself and regrow.

It can only be said that even when Wen Qi is not around, she is still influencing him at all times.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ming had an even more terrifying idea.

Both Wen Qi and Shen Wanyu are trying their best to avoid dying in reality.

What would happen if I died in real life?

To break free from the constraints of the human form?

The doomsday line in 2012 features a childhood version of myself.

If he dies…

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his horizontal pupils slowly appeared.

Om-!

Time and space around them seemed to freeze in an instant.

The wind stopped, people were still, and light and shadow froze.

As the pupils dilated and contracted slightly, the frozen time began to flow backward.

The three-year-old herself held Song Yu's hand and took a step backward.

Pedestrians on the street are walking in the opposite direction.

Fallen leaves float in mid-air, drifting back.

Soon, the timeline returned to the moment when the children had just finished school at Xincheng Bilingual Kindergarten.

Su Ming slowly stepped forward and walked up to his childhood self.

His memory underwent strange changes.

Childhood memories and entirely new memories intertwine, seemingly merging into one, without any sense of sequence.

He could hardly tell whether the resurrected old memories were correcting the new memories, or the new memories were perfecting the old memories.

But no matter what, his memory became more complete and more vivid.

It's like creating your own unique, high-dimensional memory.

A complete memory...without any inferior blind spots.

But the next second, a chilling feeling shot up my spine and straight to the top of my head.

He suddenly turned around and looked.

Not sure.

do not know.

But just now, he noticed a gaze steadily fixed on him.

The gaze was familiar, carrying a profound sense of timelessness.

Is it him from the future?

Looking at my past self from my present self.

The future you looking at the present you.

Looking at your future self.

Layer upon layer, endlessly tracing back, endlessly gazing at each other, forming an eternal closed loop of contemplation.

At that moment, he subconsciously thought of Wen Qi again.

Wen Qi was able to sense it.

On that night in 2003, she had a one-way dialogue with her future self across time and space.

that…

A chilling feeling crept into my heart as I pondered the implications.

How many times has Wen Qi discovered this?

How many dialogues across time and space did she leave behind, waiting to be heard?

That wasn't something I was saying to myself right now.

It's something I'm saying to my future self.

She is waiting, waiting for her future self to cross the river of time and look back to listen to the echoes of the past.

To hear the sounds of the past from the perspective of the future.

Therefore, at this moment, Su Ming realized a truth that was almost suffocating.

The end times will only be born in the past.

There will be no apocalypse in the future.

Every second that passes belongs to the past.

Humanity cannot end the apocalypse, just as time cannot be reversed.

That's an unsolvable problem at its root.

It is an ultimate despair that even if humans know about it, they are powerless to change it.

And the gaze from behind.

Although it only appeared for a moment.

But the message conveyed is very simple.

rest assured.

I look at ourselves as children.

We, as children, will not die.

He has already been able to genuinely influence the past.

This is something that Su Ming, with his current level two Grand Observation Eye, cannot do.

That's what I mean.

In the future, his vision will reach an even higher level.

At the very least, they are all level three.

So, Su Ming carefully observed him as a child.

He couldn't see anything strange about his childhood self.

Ordinary human beings.

It has flesh and blood, and is fresh and warm.

But he knew that in the old trajectory of 2012, his childhood self would not die, and even if he did, he would not break free from the human framework.

Because his future self was gazing at him.

Perhaps, from the moment he was born, his future self cast his gaze upon him.

Please.

I really enjoy my life now.

Su Ming paused for a moment, then corrected, "We all like it very much."

It's more like a tacit agreement that transcends time.

no respond.

But Su Ming knew that his future self had heard it.

Layer upon layer of shackles are constantly being deepened and tightened by oneself.

What an unsolvable... willingly.

The horizontal pupil ends.

Time returns to its proper place, and all things begin to flow again.

Yu Mengnian looked at Su Ming strangely.

She had no idea what had just happened.

But Su Ming seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, and even snapped his fingers: "Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

Chang'an International Hotel.

After Su Ming sat down, he waved his hand generously and brought out a menu.

He began to eat and drink heartily, his expression one of satisfaction and contentment.

Delicious food!

This is likely a blind spot in the knowledge of the pollution source that is beyond their comprehension.

The fresh and fragrant flavors bursting on the tongue stimulate the senses layer by layer, awakening every vibrant cell.

After eating for a while, he looked at Yu Mengnian with some curiosity: "Why is no one looking at you?"

With her unparalleled beauty and talent, once she appears, she will surely amaze the world, instantly ignite the entire internet, and be admired and adored by hundreds of millions of people.

Don't underestimate Yu Mengnian's charm.

It's no exaggeration to say that among all the beautiful women Su Ming has ever seen, including Wen Qi, Shen Wanyu, and Tang Tang, there are many.

None of them can compare to Yu Mengnian after she grew up.

Perhaps only Chang'e from mythology, who descended to earth, can compare to her.

Yu Mengnian stretched out her hand, her fingertips adorned with an ancient, simple ring: "A concealment ring, which can hide my aura and conceal my true appearance."

"In the eyes of ordinary people, I am very ordinary and inconspicuous."

Another magic weapon.

The items used by the Bureau of Abnormalities were definitely developed by Chen Zhiwei based on Yu Mengnian's magical artifacts.