Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming lowered his head and slowly lit a cigarette.

Smoke rose in wisps, blurring his features.

Zhou Zhengyang was the first to react.

Although he was also filled with despair, as the director, his ability to withstand pressure and his sense of responsibility were the strongest among those present.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and rushed out the door.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Chen Zhiwei is the backbone of China's top technology; she absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble.

Even if the road ahead is a bottomless abyss and the ending is already predetermined, we must never allow Chen Zhiwei's mental state to deteriorate.

In a split second, Zhou Zhengyang made the most correct decision at that moment.

When he rushed into the living room with medical personnel, he found Chen Zhiwei sitting on the floor, pale-faced.

"Dr. Chen?"

Zhou Zhengyang cautiously stepped forward and asked.

Chen Zhiwei shook her head, her voice hoarse and dry: "I'm fine."

"Tell them to go outside and wait. I haven't finished speaking yet."

Although I really didn't want Chen Zhiwei to continue thinking about it.

But Zhou Zhengyang knew Chen Zhiwei's personality.

Her ability to perceive these things stems from her vast knowledge base.

Therefore, she could see it, but others could not.

Knowledge can make or break you.

This kind of lucidity is itself a form of torture.

"it is good."

Zhou Zhengyang nodded in response, turned around and instructed the medical staff behind him, then closed the villa door again.

Su Ming then thought of the issue of space.

Wouldn't the game scenes I collected myself be the vanished space?

Therefore, he shared his thoughts with Chen Zhiwei.

"I can now enter the game scene."

"Those lost spaces can be filled."

Chen Zhiwei didn't speak, but stared at him with a deep, sorrowful gaze, her eyes churning with complex and obscure emotions.

After a long silence, she spoke calmly.

"Su Ming, do you know?"

"You actually represent a doomsday line as well."

His calm tone, like a thousand years of ice, made Su Ming understand instantly.

She probably guessed it.

They realized they were also a source of pollution.

It wasn't something I just guessed.

It's not just about each meeting, each encounter, and each time you listen.

She had already guessed it.

She had guessed it back in 2003, but she didn't say anything.

A chill ran down my spine.

The story of "The Little Spider and the Black Stone" may not have been about being afraid of understanding it in the darkness of the time, but rather about being afraid of fully understanding it myself.

Wen Qi held it in his hand, looking at it over and over again, perhaps focusing on the parts he couldn't understand.

"Zeroing out the apocalypse."

After uttering four words, Chen Zhiwei suddenly burst into laughter: "The end of the world is the future, and the future is the end of the world."

"Without you, there wouldn't even be a 2026."

She looked up at the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging in mid-air, and at the slender yet strong rope, her eyes filled with mixed emotions.

"Therefore, we cannot live without you."

"But we can't have you either."

"us…"

Her laughter was desolate, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

After a long silence, she continued, "We are all living in the cages of the past."

"But it's okay, it's okay."

She wiped away her tears, straightened her back, and stood up, her tone filled with stubborn certainty and humble pleading.

"You belong to us, right?"

"You can only be ours."

"So, let's make love."

"I can fulfill any of your requests."

"If that's not enough, anyone can do it, everyone can."

"Anything you fancy, without exception, is all of it."

"Release your desires," Chen Zhiwei said, grabbing Su Ming's wrist with a burning, almost frantic gaze.

"Su Ming".

"Let out all your most primal, instinctive desires."

"On me."

"In them."

"In everyone."

Su Ming flung Chen Zhiwei's hand away and shouted, "Calm down!"

Chen Zhiwei was taken aback, looking at Su Ming's serious expression, and then suddenly laughed with relief: "Amazing, really amazing."

"The upper class seeks spiritual harmony, the middle class seeks daily companionship, and the lower class seeks physical pleasure."

"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous."

The others were completely bewildered, thinking that Chen Zhiwei had probably gone mad and started talking nonsense, and what she said shocked them greatly.

Only Su Ming knew what she was saying.

It covers the entire spectrum, from top to bottom.

Transform into the strongest and most resilient thread to hold that magnificent crystal chandelier steadily in mid-air, ensuring its safety.

After straightening her clothes, Chen Zhiwei was in much better shape than before.

She looked around at the gazes of the crowd and said with a smile, "Please excuse me, I'm fine. I just lost control of my emotions a little."

"Let's continue with our previous topic."

"Some people may be wondering why I didn't mention the period before 1996, but only considered the thirty years from 1996 to 2026 as the total timeline."

"It's actually very simple."

"It means that before 1996, the world was normal, intact, and stable; it had not yet been polluted."

"Therefore, they are the foundation, they are unchanging."

"The changes began in 1996."

"And one more thing." She turned and walked towards the door, her voice carrying far away: "Zero Doomsday means that time after 1996 has an end, an upper limit."

"How long it can last depends on how long Su Ming can extend the life of the world."

"Oh, world."

"It has its own lifespan limit."

With a creak.

The door opened.

The blinding sunlight poured in.

The moment the sunlight streamed in, Chen Zhiwei swayed and fell straight down.

It was as if the sunlight melted her instantly.

The medical staff waiting at the door immediately began emergency treatment.

She is now severely mentally exhausted and is no longer suitable to stay here.

The 2012 doomsday prophecy has not yet begun.

The most clear-headed and insightful sages have already fallen.

Zhou Zhengyang's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed out.

After settling Chen Zhiwei in, he returned to the living room, slammed the door shut, and sat quietly in the corner.

However, everyone in the living room had strange expressions.

They were all staring at the crystal chandelier above their heads.

That beautiful, luxurious crystal chandelier.

There is no sunlight in the living room.

The light comes from the crystal chandelier overhead.

Its light is abundant.

The living room was brightly lit.

It stretched everyone's shadows long and deep.

It was in this strange atmosphere.

Clang—!

A clear, cold sword cry suddenly pierced the silence.

Yu Mengnian suddenly drew her sword and spoke, causing the temperature in the living room to plummet and become bone-chillingly cold.

"You should have heard that already."

"In 2003, we caused Su Ming a lot of trouble."

"If Wen Qi hadn't assigned us our identities beforehand, things would have been even more complicated."

"so."

She stood with her sword in hand, her eyes icy and filled with murderous intent: "Everyone here, except Shen Wanyu, must die."

This is the most direct, effective, and decisive method.

None of those present were ordinary people; they all carried special trajectories.

Once contaminated, the uncontrolled mutations can be extremely difficult to manage.

2012 was Shen Wanyu's year; she couldn't die.

Although Tang Tang is wholeheartedly devoted to Su Ming, she can choose Su Ming without hesitation and abandon everything.

But facing the unknown doomsday scenario of 2012, no one knows what changes might occur.

Among them, the greatest threat is Yu Mengnian herself.

After killing everyone present, Yu Mengnian will draw her sword and kill Chen Zhiwei, then commit suicide.

It's not just about killing.

Instead, it means reducing the body to ashes and scattering the soul, thus eliminating the possibility of all mutations at their root.

Do not doubt Yu Mengnian's methods.

"Everyone, I'm sorry."

The moment the apology was made, the sword was drawn, transforming into countless fine silver lines that crisscrossed and sliced ​​through the entire space.

At the very moment when the sword energy was about to erupt and finish off.

Su Ming's pupils suddenly turned into a cross, and he raised his hand and growled, "Rewind."

Time flows backward, space reverses.

The crisscrossing sword energies reversed direction and returned.

The fatal bloodline on everyone's body receded.

Yu Mengnian reverted to her initial sword-drawing stance.

In an instant, life and death were reversed.

Su Ming stepped forward and grabbed her wrist: "Wait."

"I am very strong right now."

Yu Mengnian still gripped the sword hilt, her gaze icy: "How strong?"

Su Ming twisted his neck, his aura surging: "Try it, and you'll see."

Boom—!

The door exploded instantly.

Yu Mengnian transformed into a beam of light, like a rising meteor piercing the sky, soaring straight into the heavens.

The space in front of Su Ming distorted, and he stepped in.

In an instant, the two disappeared from the living room.

Everyone in the living room instinctively touched their necks.

If it weren't for Su Ming's time travel, they would have been dead just now.

Will they be able to continue living?

It all depends on the outcome of the battle between Su Ming and Yu Mengnian.

Su Ming must win, and he must win in a crushing, complete victory.

Otherwise, everyone except Shen Wanyu would die.

In fact, it wasn't just those women present.

Before committing suicide, Yu Mengnian would thoroughly eliminate any potential threats to Su Ming.

This pillar that guards the Dragon Kingdom has now transformed into a sword drawn from its sheath.

Fifteen minutes later, the living room space distorted, and Su Ming stepped out, his expression calm.

Three minutes later, a streak of light flashed across the sky, and Yu Mengnian appeared at the door.

She slowly entered the living room and stood behind Su Ming.

The sword has vanished.

This means that Su Ming won this battle.

Neither of them mentioned the matter.

Su Ming turned and walked up to Tang Tang, ruffled her hair, and looking at her rosy cheeks, couldn't help but smile and ask, "Tang Tang, what's your opinion?"

Tangtang shook her head; in fact, she didn't understand.

It's a bit complicated, and she's a little confused.

Looking at Xu Qinghe beside her, she still maintained her obedient smile.

Noticing Su Ming's gaze, she obediently said, "Brother Su Ming, whatever you do, I will fully support you."

That's already pretty good.

At the very least, Xu Qinghe is now willing to take the initiative to speak and express her feelings.

Xu Qinghe, who will become a cursed doll in the future, has even sealed away her own self.

Lin Jiajia, who was crouching in the corner, probably had the strongest reasoning and analytical abilities among those present, possibly even stronger than Chen Zhiwei and Wen Qi.

But she is too timid and has social anxiety, making her easy to be ignored.

Only Su Ming knew about her terrifying talent.

This guy once single-handedly uncovered the core truth of the first level of the abyss in just twenty minutes.

"Lin Jiajia".

Lin Jiajia trembled and quickly shrank back into the corner, not daring to even lift her head, let alone speak.

However, while waiting, Xi Ruo's soft, mosquito-like voice cautiously rang out.

"The Deep Sea... Anthem of the Sea will disappear, becoming... becoming your game scene."

"Yes... we can throw all the bad stuff in, reduce the doomsday talk, and thus reduce the doomsday line."

"If...if we throw...throw Sister Yu Mengnian in."

Will the gods who descend to earth in 2026 simply disappear?

"If we... these characters you're going to raise in the future, and you throw them in, will we end up... in a game scene?"

"Directly address the root causes of 2012, eliminate all anomalies, summarize all doomsday scenarios, and restore normalcy in 2026."

Before Su Ming could speak, Lin Jiajia's voice rang out again: "It seems... won't work."

"Abnormality...abnormality is born with panic, and the source of pollution is born in the past."

"Once the old is eliminated, new ones will grow."

"Once you choose a character in the system, it's unlikely you can change it."

She then contradicted everything she had just said, her voice growing softer and softer.

Finally, with her head down, she whispered an almost inaudible apology: "I'm...I'm sorry, I...I didn't know either."

Then, it stopped reacting and became a stone that could only breathe.

But Su Ming knew.

There must be countless meticulous deductions and brand-new ideas hidden in her mind.

Fear bound her words, and cowardice trapped her thoughts.

I really want to open her head and take a look.