Don't go to the moon, there are gods on the far side of the moon.

Lin Jibai stole that old photograph.

To be precise, it was taken away in front of Wen Zhaolin.

Wen Zhaolin did not stop him.

This is more unsettling than any attempt to obstruct it.

Back in the temporary dormitory, Lin Jibai spread the photos out on the table and used the repair mirror provided by the base to zoom in on the corners bit by bit.

The person who was laid off only showed half of their face.

He had a very thin jaw, wore frameless glasses, and his name tag was missing half of its length.

Xu Wangshu connected the Moon White chip to the offline terminal and retrieved the remnants of old files.

"The Heavenly Court Interface Verification Consultant—that's a strange position," she said. "It doesn't belong to the engineering team, the medical team, or the aerospace team. It's like someone specifically responsible for communicating with the old system."

Lin Jibai stared at the screen: "Can you find the name?"

"It's been erased."

"Who can erase Tianheng's paper files from ten years ago?"

Xu Wangshu glanced at him.

The two gave their answers at the same time.

"The old Heavenly Court system."

The room temperature dropped sharply.

Lin Jibai's wristband lit up with a warning light.

The echo intensity of Tianzhu is abnormal.

It is recommended to stop reading.

He didn't stop.

My father said to investigate further.

Then let's investigate.

Lin Jibai placed his hand on the photo, deliberately releasing the floodgates in his mind.

boom!

The world tilted instantly.

He saw the base from ten years ago.

He saw the young father arguing with Wen Zhaolin.

I saw the frameless man standing in front of the black pillar, muttering some ancient verification phrase.

Black Pillar responded to him.

It's not that Tianheng is reviving the old system.

This person taught Tianheng how to make the old system hear the human world.

Lin Jibai wanted to see his face clearly.

But the next second, the frameless man in the picture suddenly turned his head.

He looked at Lin Jibai across ten years, across memories.

Unauthorized access.

"Record."

Lin Jibai felt as if his brain had been pierced by an iron spike.

In reality, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Xu Wangshu rushed over: "Stop!"

Lin Jibai, on the contrary, clutched the photo tightly.

He needs to see clearly.

You must see it clearly.

The echo from Tianzhu was like a flood breaking through a dam.

Not just ten years ago.

Older, more chaotic memories flood into reality.

Blue cracks appeared on the dormitory wall.

The lights turned a dim yellow.

Outside the door came the sounds of a spatula clattering, a baby crying, an ancient drumbeat, and burning paper money.

Xu Wangshu's expression changed drastically: "Lin Jibai, you've unleashed the lingering echoes of the urban underclass's myth!"

Outside the base, the space city also began to change.

Late at night, on the street, the convenience store owner saw an old man with a white beard sitting on the stove, taking notes on whether he had shortchanged anyone that day.

In the ruins of the old town's land temple, a small figure emerged from the ground, looking blankly at the surrounding high-rise buildings.

At the entrance of the hospital morgue, the fleeting image of the City God flashed by, flipping through the altered death records.

The entire city's surveillance cameras simultaneously displayed static.

Countless forgotten remnants of ancient gods briefly appeared amidst the uncontrolled echoes of the Heavenly Pillar.

They are not powerful gods.

It's more like a bunch of old programs that have been suddenly powered on, bewilderedly performing duties from thousands of years ago.

"Today's good and evil await verification."

"The household registration records for this area are incomplete."

The deceased's name has been deleted.

"The Moonlight Sickness returns to the Moon Palace."

Lin Jibai's eyes instantly reddened upon hearing the last sentence.

He grabbed at the sound.

The scene shifts, and he sees a hospital ward.

The night Lin Xiaoman disappeared, a figure without a shadow stood in the corner of the ward.

Frameless glasses.

Half a face.

He personally pasted a moon-white label on Xiaoman's bedside.

The label reads:

Abnormal sample, acceptance is recommended.

Lin Jibai's anger exploded.

"It's you!"

He lunged toward that memory.

In reality, the entire base roared with black pillars, and faint blue cracks appeared in the sky above the space city.

Wen Zhaolin rushed into the control room, losing his composure for the first time: "Cut off his echo!"

The technician exclaimed in horror, "It can't be cut! The Gonggong-side variables are being reverse-connected to the remnants of urban grassroots myths!"

Lu Chenggong dragged his still-recovering body into the training ground, his right eye glowing faintly with golden light.

"I can sever the connection."

Wen Zhaolin looked at him: "It will hurt him."

"Continue, the entire city will be covered by the remnants of the old gods."

On the black pillars of the training ground, Lin Jibai's shadow was stretched extremely long.

His memories are being swallowed up by the city.

He suddenly forgot which building he lived in.

I forgot the name of the food delivery station owner.

I forgot the anniversary of my mother's death.

Then, he heard Xiaoman's voice.

"elder brother."

It's very light.

It came from the depths of the far side of the moon.

Lin Jibai suddenly snapped back to reality.

We can't let things get out of control anymore.

He came to save Xiaoman, not to destroy the space city.

He bit his tongue, forcibly drawing the echo from the Heavenly Pillar back onto himself.

All the mythological cracks flooded back into his mind like a tidal wave.

pain.

The pain was so intense that he wanted to smash his head against the wall.

Xu Wangshu rushed over and grabbed his wrist.

A moonlit light shone from her palm.

"Using the Chang'e candidate privileges, the Echo Overflow has been temporarily sealed off."

Yutu chip response.

The illusory image of the cold storage unfolded, pressing the rampaging blue cracks back into Lin Jibai's body.

At the same instant, Lu Chen fired a thin golden beam from his bow, severing the connection between the black pillar and the city.

The roar stopped.

The space city has returned to normal.

Lin Jibai knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Xu Wangshu supported him, her voice strained: "Do you remember who I am?"

Lin Jibai looked up and stared at her for a long time.

"Xu Wangshu".

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Jibai added in a low voice, "But I almost forgot what Xiaoman's favorite food was when she was little."

Xu Wangshu remained silent.

Lin Jibai spread his hands.

In my palm, a verification code pulled from my memory appeared out of nowhere.

And the man with the frameless glasses, whose name was incomplete.

"The...master of fate."

A cold, detached announcement suddenly came over the base's loudspeaker.

"The echoes of the urban myth have been awakened."

"The echo from Tianzhu went out of control and was uploaded to the far side of the moon."

"The temperature rises rapidly at Nantianmen."

"The Earth-Moon Ladder ignition procedure should be initiated in advance."

Wen Zhaolin stood in the control room and slowly closed his eyes.

"Sure enough, they couldn't wait any longer behind the door."