Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

A phantom white figure slowly rose from the Memory Tower.

"Your Majesty, what are you laughing at?"

The sudden sound behind him startled Su Ming, who turned around to look.

It's Bai Xinglan.

Although it was still a semi-transparent ghost, the chilling yin energy around it had dissipated considerably, and its initial ferocity was gone.

"You remembered?" Su Ming asked curiously.

Bai Xinglan answered truthfully: "My memory has not been fully restored; it is still incomplete."

"I only pieced together my past self by using fragments of the king's memories."

"I see." Su Ming nodded and activated his spiritual vision.

Bai Xinglan's personal information quickly appeared before his eyes.

Ghostly Female Spirit

Name: Bai Xinglan

[Level: Disaster]

Cause of death: Unknown

[Requirements: Unknown]

[Memory: 56%]

【Affection Level: Dislike (100/100)】

He hadn't even noticed that Bai Xinglan's favorability rating was already maxed out.

"Hatred".

Su Ming muttered to himself.

No wonder he attacked me the moment we met.

"System, advance favorability."

[Ghostly Female Ghost Affection Level Upgrade: Hatred → Avoidance (200/200)]

[Capacity limit increased: 24 → 26]

Backpack capacity increased from 36 to 39.

(The test failed due to the lack of a key item, resulting in failure to advance the favorability rating.)

Su Ming rubbed his chin.

It seems that she, like Tang Tang, is born with a maxed-out level of favorability.

Return to the cemetery scene.

At this moment, Bai Xinglan looked almost exactly the same as Su Ming remembered.

Su Ming looked at her with a complicated expression and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Its body is translucent.

Even the memories she pieced together were false to Blue Star.

Bai Xinglan understood Su Ming's expression.

Instead, she smiled and said, "Your Majesty, my current memories are false to Earth, but to myself, they are real."

"Just like I said before."

"If something existed, it existed."

"There's no need to dwell on whether it's true or false; it's meaningless."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming smiled in relief.

No matter what, Bai Xinglan is still Bai Xinglan.

Even if the whole world forgets her, it's enough as long as she remembers.

Before Su Ming could speak again, Bai Xinglan floated forward on her own.

"Your Majesty, let me give you a thorough examination of your physical condition and mental state."

Su Ming let out an "Ah".

She just found herself and immediately had to give him a check-up; her professionalism is truly admirable.

"How do I check?"

Su Ming looked at the graves all around him.

There are no testing instruments here either.

The previous medical examination records have also disappeared.

Bai Xinglan didn't explain much, but simply floated in front of Su Ming and held up one finger.

"Your Majesty, your mental fortitude is too strong. Could you please open another breach?"

Su Ming nodded, reopening a breach in his mental resilience.

Bai Xinglan gently inserted her fingers into Su Ming's mind, stirred them lightly, and then pulled them out, pulling out thousands of transparent threads.

Su Ming couldn't help but groan in comfort.

This feeling is like the stagnant air accumulated deep in the soul being completely drawn out, giving a strange sense of exhilaration.

Bai Xinglan chuckled softly, then quickly composed herself and began to carefully comb the silk threads in front of her.

As she combed through the threads, she explained, "Your Majesty, these are your threads of cognition and your threads of spirit."

"Look here, it's already knotted."

Su Ming quickly went over.

Wait, it really is.

Many threads were tangled together, forming a knot.

After a moment of recollection, he said, "It must be a lingering effect from when I used the low-level blind spot before."

Bai Xinglan focused intently as she helped him untie the knot and straightened it out in order.

You know what, Su Ming felt like his mind had become much clearer.

"Your Majesty, you should use this ability sparingly."

"Right now it's just a knot, so it doesn't have a big impact. But if all the threads get tangled together, even I might not be able to untangle it for you."

Su Ming nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I've already disabled the low-level blind spot."

That would be best.

Bai Xinglan continued to manipulate the threads of the mind, organizing Su Ming's spiritual core.

This is a special technique for arranging lines by creating a hollow space.

Su Ming had only seen it online before, never expecting it to happen to him.

Many people online say that the so-called "empty space and line sorting" is when an elderly person is about to die, and they sort out all their memories.

Some say it's an elderly person on the verge of death playing with the umbilical cord in another world, preparing to welcome a new life, due to the overlap of time and space.

Su Ming didn't know whether it was true or false.

But Bai Xinglan was genuinely trying to clear her mind.

At this moment, Bai Xinglan is undoubtedly the most professional, most capable, and most authoritative psychiatrist on Blue Star, without exception.

"Your Majesty, please don't let your mind wander," Bai Xinglan advised. "Clear your mind."

Just as Su Ming was lost in thought, a large number of threads appeared, completely affecting Bai Xinglan's operation.

"Okay, I understand."

Su Ming let his mind go blank, and Bai Xinglan continued to sort it out for him.

After a long while, Bai Xinglan pointed to a larger nodule and asked, "Your Majesty, how did this nodule form?"

After saying that, she even pulled out a thread and gently tugged it, which triggered a fragment of Su Ming's memory.

"It's a lingering effect of my past self-transformation."

"How can it be so big?"

Su Ming scratched his head in confusion.

Back in 2003, when the Old World used the concept of Him, his consciousness remained perfectly clear throughout.

Bai Xinglan's tone turned serious: "Your Majesty, it's very serious, you know? It almost became a dead knot."

"Once it becomes a dead end, it must be cut, which will have a great impact on your spiritual core."

"At best, it can cause mental damage and emotional instability; at worst, it can damage the foundation of one's being and leave permanent hidden dangers."

"Theologization, disabled."

Su Ming obediently replied with an "Oh".

Bai Xinglan, now a ghost, is much stricter than when she was human.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Xinglan finally managed to untangle Su Ming's mental threads.

After untangling his mental threads, she beckoned with her hand, and pulled out something resembling an anchor.

Su Ming's eyes widened in surprise: "What is this?"

Bai Xinglan explained, "Your Majesty, this is your anchor point. I'm just checking it for you."

"There are some cracks at the bottom of the anchor point."

"And here, the wear and tear is quite severe."

"I'll fix it for you temporarily. After you go back, find a crowded and lively place to beg."

Su Ming was still reeling from the shock that the anchor point could be made tangible.

The next second, I was stunned by those words.

He immediately let out a howl, his voice rising eight octaves: "Begging?"

Bai Xinglan nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, begging is the most effective way to reinforce the anchor points at this stage."

"When you went to lively places to relax or to school, you were more like an observer, merely being influenced, with little effect."

"And begging is the most down-to-earth and easiest way to integrate into this community."

"With your current anchor strength."

Bai Xinglan paused for a few seconds to assess the situation: "One day is enough."

"The anchor point doesn't need to be too hard; if it's too hard, it will become brittle. Just the right amount is fine."

Su Ming immediately shook his head.

"No way, I'd rather die than go."

"How could I, the number one person on Earth, a sixth-level awakener, a level six processor, possibly beg?"

Su Ming is a man who cares about his reputation.

If Zhou Zhengyang and his friends found out about this, they'd probably laugh themselves to death.

Bai Xinglan has a knack for dealing with uncooperative patients like this.

She leaned close to Su Ming's ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of soul intercourse?"

Su Ming didn't take it seriously at first.

They maintained an attitude of "I'd rather die than go."

But upon closer reflection, she suddenly realized what was happening and stared intently at Bai Xinglan.

"It's that one..."

Bai Xinglan nodded with a smile: "It's exactly what you're thinking of."

"Then...then...then..."

Whether out of excitement or nervousness, Su Ming hesitated for a long time before slapping his thigh and simply saying, "See you tomorrow."

The next second, Su Ming left.

He had completely forgotten to ask Bai Xinglan for the crucial prop.

Urgent! Urgent King is online!

Going back to reality.

Before Wen Qi and the others could say anything, Su Ming dashed away.

A voice drifted from afar: "I'm going out for a day, none of you are to follow me."

They exchanged a glance, and Wen Qi seemed to understand something in particular.

She couldn't help but laugh and said, "It seems that this Bai Xinglan knows very well how to manipulate Su Ming."

Shen Wanyu nodded in agreement: "After all, he is a doctor, and a psychologist at that."

Tang Tang looked puzzled, not knowing what Su Ming was going to do, nor what they were talking about.

Xu Qinghe tapped her fingers thoughtfully, a clear smile playing on her lips.

Dragon Kingdom, a remote third-tier city.

Dressed in beggar's clothes, Su Ming lay sprawled on a small wooden board containing gears, his hair disheveled and filthy.

Look closely, he is missing two legs, one hand, one eye, and one ear.

His pitiful appearance was so striking that many passersby would run over from afar to throw him some money.

"Thank you to all the kind people."

There are still more good people than bad in the world.

As he was begging, Su Ming suddenly froze.

That uncle selling fried skewers up ahead looks kind of familiar.

I squinted and took a closer look.

Holy crap~

Isn't this Zhou Zhengyang?

What's this guy doing selling fried skewers here?

Although I remember that his way of stabilizing his position was by selling fried skewers, there was no need to go this far.

Immediately, Su Ming turned to leave.

But the "kind-hearted" Zhou Zhengyang ran over with a big handful of fried skewers, saying with a sympathetic look, "Young man, I don't have much money either, here's some fried skewers for you."

As soon as he handed the fried skewers to Su Ming, he froze.

Why does this beggar in front of me look so familiar?

Looking again, he saw Su Ming staring straight at him, his voice low and cold, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell piercing through the mortal realm: "You recognized me?"

Those four words nearly scared Zhou Zhengyang out of his wits.

He shook his head vigorously: "No."

He tried to leave, but found that Su Ming had already grabbed his leg.

That hand was like a pair of pliers; no matter how hard Zhou Zhengyang tried, it wouldn't budge.

He sensed murderous intent.

It's over, let's cool down.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"I'll allow you to choose one."

The sound came from behind, accompanied by gusts of eerie wind.

Zhou Zhengyang didn't even dare to turn his head.

All he wanted to do was cry.

To think that he, the dignified director of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, would make a special trip to this remote third-tier city just to save face.

Who would have thought.

He actually met the king disguised as a beggar here.

You're so dense! Think quickly, is there any way to salvage this?

Ten minutes later.

A bustling pedestrian street corner.

Su Ming lay under the white sheet.

Zhou Zhengyang knelt on the ground and wailed, "I'm selling myself to bury my father—!"

"Please, kind passersby, have pity on me!"

A mournful cry could bring tears to the eyes of anyone who saw it and saddened anyone who heard it.

Don't ask.

The answer is that she really cried.