Under One Person: I, Jiaqian Jushi, work from nine to five

Zhou Fengliu also sighed. He was somewhat used to the cheesy skill names the system gave him, and he glanced at the skill descriptions.

[Rise! My love/friend/family/enemy!]

[Active skill: Consumes the host's internal Qi to convert it into repairing power to heal the damage received by the target...]

[Consuming a large amount of Qi allows flesh and blood to regenerate and rebuild. By consuming all the Qi in the host's body, it can revive a person who has died within five minutes.]

"..."

After reading the skill description, Zhou Fengliu was stunned for two and a half seconds.

Good guy.

What kind of concept is this?

Is it the enhanced version of the dual-wielding red-hand version?

Can he be resurrected?

and many more...

What resurrection skill can use all the Qi in my body?

Zhou Fengliu was greatly shocked.

The amount of Qi he currently possesses is enough for him to conjure tactical missiles... a single tactical missile can kill a whole group of people, but can only revive one...

Is the system trying to tell me through this cheesy skill that killing is easy but saving is difficult?

Zhou Fengliu made some unfounded guesses.

I don't know if this skill can be used on myself.

If possible...

Doesn't that mean I have an extra life to survive?

...

Just as Zhou Fengliu was speculating, Zhuge Qing walked into his office at an inopportune moment.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhuge Qing knocked on the office door again before speaking:

"Jay Chou, the fish seems to have taken the bait."

"?"

Upon hearing Zhuge Qing's words, Zhou Fengliu snapped out of his daze, looked at Zhuge Qing in front of him, and stroked his chin.

"They've taken the bait... Looks like we'll have to work overtime tonight. Lao Qing, tell Chen Duo and the others to get ready... triple pay tonight."

"Okay." Zhuge Qing nodded in agreement and then began to make arrangements.

After Zhuge Qing left, Zhou Fengliu sighed inwardly:

Tonight... I'm afraid it'll be another sleepless night.

...

It's 2:30 a.m.

Factory ruins in the suburbs of Beijing.

Qu Tong drove to the factory area at the agreed time, parked her car in the ruins, and then got out of the car.

The nights in Beijing this month are still a bit chilly. Qu Tong glanced around and saw the pale moonlight scattering across the empty factory area, providing some illumination.

It was very quiet all around, so quiet that you could only hear the faint sound of the wind.

Qu Tong didn't linger there and walked straight toward the abandoned building in front of her.

As she entered the building, her inside contact, who was also inside the building, heard the commotion and slowly emerged from a corner.

"Why did you call me here?"

Looking at the familiar face in front of her, Qu Tong asked in a cold tone.

"you've changed."

Upon seeing Qu Tong's current state, the mole blurted out those three words.

Hearing this, Qu Tong, who was already annoyed, became even more annoyed.

"so what?"

"That's why I'm saving you. I told you before, you can't handle Zhou Fengliu, but you didn't listen..."

Hearing the accusatory tone of the mole, Qu Tong frowned and then reprimanded:

"When did you get the right to criticize me in that tone?"

"No...I didn't." Upon hearing Qu Tong's words, the mole quickly shook his head.

“I just want to help you get through this... I don’t want to watch you completely lose yourself and rashly attack the World Society for Zhou Fengliu’s sake. This is something you would never have done before.”

"Zhou Fengliu must have done something to you, otherwise you wouldn't have become the person you are today..."

"Think back, your initial purpose in approaching Zhou Fengliu... wasn't it to win him over and use him? When exactly did things start to change..."

Hearing the mole's question, Qu Tong frowned and began to carefully recall the fragments of memory in her mind.

At first, no one cared what decisive role a meal or a stroll could play, until these details of their interactions became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Qu Tong still didn't know where the problem lay...

She could only pinpoint the source to the night the mole ventured to uncover Ruan Feng and his men's location...

What did she experience that night?

I ate dinner, went downstairs to get some drinks, and had a conversation with the mole...

What did they talk about?

Qu Tong tried to recall the content of the conversation, and she got a slight headache while trying to remember the details.

...

"Take my advice and stop. That Zhou Fengliu is not someone you can control..."

"Didn't you ever consider that he did it on purpose?"

"What if...he has the ability to withstand your methods?"

The mole's words echoed in her ears, causing the fragmented memories in her mind to resurface once again.

wrong...

There's definitely something wrong...

Qu Tong frowned and began to describe the memories of that night in her mind.

That night... he cooked dinner, and I ate very well. We cuddled on the sofa... I confessed my feelings, and he said yes... I fell in love with him...

Upon hearing Qu Tong's description, the mole was first taken aback, then his brow furrowed, revealing a thoughtful expression, and he asked Qu Tong a question:

"You mean... Zhou Fengliu?"

"As far as I know... he doesn't seem to know how to cook."

"..."

Upon hearing the mole's question, Qu Tong trembled.

Her mind went blank for a second, as if it had crashed, before the pain intensified.

...

P.S.: I pray for everything as usual. Goodnight and sweet dreams to all my godfathers.

Chapter 460 The Biggest Clown in the World of Extraordinary People—Qu Tong! (First Update)

Zhou Fengliu...can't cook, as mentioned in previous materials.

So the question arises: Zhou Fengliu can't cook... so how was she able to prepare such a delicious meal? This contradicts her previous memories...

wrong.

There must be a problem somewhere.

My memory...has been tampered with?

So which memory is real and which is fake?

Because of the existence of the Heart Steel, even though she now doubts this memory because Zhou Fengliu can't cook, her subconscious is still forcibly telling her that this memory is real.

The one lying... is this mole in front of me, the one who collected the information...

This is the most terrifying and the most painful.

At this moment, she felt like she was stuck in a quagmire, unable to break free. That memory seemed to have deeply impounded her ability to think.

Doubt and belief collided in her mind, creating sparks that made her head ache more and more.

She pounded her head, trying to alleviate the pain that came from her very soul, but it was no use.

Seeing Qu Tong in such pain, the mole knew she was going through the most crucial moment, so he continued:

"Think back to your past self, would you be the kind of person who would fall in love with him after only ten days of knowing him?"

"And that Zhou Fengliu... how could he agree to your confession? If he really could agree, wouldn't he be stringing you along... right?"

As the mole continued to dissect the logical flaws in that memory, the two opposing forces in Qu Tong's mind intensified.

The more she questioned the memory, the deeper the pain became, forcing her to believe it.

This feeling of being forced made her feel as if she were seeing Ma Xianhong, whom she was controlling.

Realizing there was something wrong with this memory, Qu Tong chose to take emergency evasive action.

She cannot restore her original memories, but she can erase them...

As far as the eye could see, a blue light flashed in her eyes, and a blue aura condensed in her left hand.

She operated the blue hand and personally performed the memory modification surgery on herself, retrieving all the memories from that night.

After a few minutes, a small blue-white orb of light was pulled from her forehead, which she then crushed without hesitation...