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

"Please return it."

The messages sent from the cold storage of the Moon Palace are colder than those from the Divine Court of Deep Space.

It poses no threat.

There was no argument.

It's like an inventory system that detects items being borrowed beyond their due date and automatically pops up a reminder to return them.

[Abnormal sample: Lin Xiaoman.]

The original sealing number has not been removed.

Please return it.

Lin Xiaoman stood there, her face as white as if a layer of frost had been formed on it again.

Lin Jibai's toolbox flashlight suddenly lit up.

"Not returning it."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was colder than at any point in these chapters.

Xu Wangshu immediately accessed the old permissions of the Guanghan Palace.

She is a candidate for Chang'e and the first recorder of the lunar far side lighthouse, and theoretically has the right to review the cold storage area.

However, the cold storage facility did not make a regular sealing request this time.

[The sample involves the Nantianmen key.]

[The sample participated in the online listening session.]

[Increased external activity of the sample.]

According to cold storage regulations, high-risk samples should be returned to the cold storage for cooling.

Lu Chengong cursed under his breath, "I just dealt with one, and another one comes along."

Wen Zhaolin looked at those lines of text with a very bad expression.

"This is an automatic rule, and it may not necessarily reflect the will of the vault keeper."

Xu Wangshu looked at him coldly.

"Automatic rules will also steal people."

She accessed the lunar map and sent a verification.

Lin Xiaoman has been removed from the list of abnormal samples.

[Current identity: Listener to the Human Dream Network, holder of the South Heaven Gate key, independent individual.]

The Moon Palace responded quickly.

[Status of independent entity: Unregistered.]

Xu Wangshu was so angry he laughed.

"Not registered?"

Lin Jibai said, "Why does that tone sound like a gatekeeper in a residential complex?"

No one laughed.

Because they all know that this is much more serious than the community access control system.

The Moon Palace is not an enemy.

It sealed away the remains of the old god and isolated it from abnormal pollution. It once saved Lin Xiaoman and also imprisoned her.

Its logic is similar to that of the Nuwa Mending the Sky Project: it's not malicious, but it might put people back into the cold storage for safety reasons.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly spoke.

"I'll say it myself."

Xu Wangshu looked at her.

Lin Jibai immediately said, "Xiaoman—"

"Brother." Her voice trembled, but she didn't flinch. "This is my business."

The flashlight in the toolbox stopped.

Lin Xiaoman walked in front of the public recording camera and placed her father's work badge on the table.

"Moon Palace, I am not a sample."

The cold storage facility did not respond.

She continued, "I was sealed away by you because the key to the Southern Heavenly Gate was inside my body, and also because I had no power to refuse at that time. You can record that history, but you can't use that history to define who I am in the future."

Xu Wangshu's fingertips gently rested on the edge of the moon painting.

She didn't continue speaking for Xiaoman.

This time, it must be Xiaoman herself who says it.

Lin Xiaoman took a deep breath.

"I refuse to return it."

The Moon Palace finally responded.

[Reason for refusal?]

Lin Xiaoman raised her eyes.

"Because I am nothing."

The main control room was so quiet that only the heartbeat of the toolbox could be heard.

thump.

thump.

The Moon Palace remained silent for a long time.

Then, it sent new terms.

If the item is not returned, an external cooling solution must be provided.

If the temperature cannot be lowered, the cold storage facility will be remotely recalled.

Xu Wangshu immediately took over the technical department.

"External cooling can be implemented."

Qin Lan asked, "How do we do it?"

"Using a copy of the low-temperature archives from the moon's far side lighthouse, along with the rules of Nuwa's patching, a dream network isolation layer was established for Xiaoman. She only listens, does not bear any burdens, and is not directly pulled away by the fire or the South Heavenly Gate."

Lin Jibai asked, "Risks?"

Xu Wangshu looked at Lin Xiaoman and made no attempt to hide anything.

"It will temporarily deprive her of some freedom in her dreams. She will need to be monitored while sleeping and will not be able to freely enter her old dreams."

Lin Xiaoman nodded.

I accept.

"There's more," Xu Wangshu said, "If the Moon Palace recalls her remotely, she must refuse herself. We can help her build the borders, but we can't refuse for her."

Lin Xiaoman gripped her employee badge tightly.

"I can."

After she finished speaking, she added, "If I can't hold on, I will say so. It's not about showing off or proving I'm useful. I just want it to know that I can report my own status."

Xu Wangshu glanced at her and nodded.

"Write this in as well."

[My personal status is reserved.]

The Guanghan Palace sends a cooling window.

[External cooling verification: will begin in ten minutes.]

A ten-minute countdown appeared in the corner of the screen.

When Lin Xiaoman sat down in the listening seat at Mengwang, her fingers were still trembling. The cooling ring fastened to her wrist, like a thin layer of moon frost, and made her gasp slightly as soon as it touched her skin.

Lin Jibai immediately asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Xiaoman shook her head. "It's just cold."

Xu Wangshu turned the temperature up by half a degree.

"Lower temperatures are not a punishment. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so."

Xiaoman looked up at her.

"Before, when I was in the cold storage, no one would ask me if I was comfortable."

Xu Wangshu paused for half a second.

"There will be more in the future."

This sentence wasn't written into the technical solution, but Qin Lan quietly added it to the manual notes.

Sometimes, the rules of self-cultivation in the human world begin with such notes.

ten minutes.

They had just established insurance for Lu Chenggong, and now they were going to build an isolation layer for Lin Xiaoman.

Self-cultivation in the human world is not a glorious victory.

It was more like a series of frantic emergency repairs.

Before one person could finish repairing it, another crack appeared.

But no one said they would give up.

Xu Wangshu distributed the plans.

Qin Lan is in charge of monitoring the DreamNet network.

Lu Chengong was in charge of the fire arrows and guard duty.

Wen Zhaolin provided the interface for Tianheng's old cryogenic medical equipment.

Lin Jibai was responsible for identifying the guiding words about the South Heavenly Gate in Xiaoman's past dreams.

Upon hearing the last item, Xiaoman looked at the toolbox.

"Brother, do you still remember my dream?"

Lin Jibai paused for a moment.

"I remember some."

"Which ones?"

The flashlight in the toolbox shone softly.

"When you were little, you always dreamed of a white corridor with a door at the end. You said someone was calling you from behind the door, but you were never brave enough to open it."

Lin Xiaoman's eyes reddened.

"What did you say back then?"

"I said I don't want to drive, so I won't drive."

thump.

The heartbeat in the toolbox steadyed.

Fragments of Nuwa float with words.

[Family anchoring is strengthened.]

However, when the countdown to the Guanghan Palace verification reached zero, the temperature in the main control cabin plummeted.

A frosty white cold storage door appeared on the screen.

The voice of the warehouse keeper, which Xu Wangshu had heard before, came from behind the door.

[Chang'e lunar probe candidate, please confirm: Are you willing to provide external guarantees for anomalous samples?]

Everyone looked at Xu Wangshu.

This time, the Moon Palace didn't ask about Xiaoman.

It is asking the keeper of the vault.