Chapter 911: Second Silence

"'Zhao Hui Ji Yi' means retrieving memories," I said. "Can people here who have lost their memories get them back?"

"Theoretically, it's possible," Bai Yang said. "It's just that the method is a bit complicated."

"How exactly do we do it...?"

"It depends on the situation," Bai Yang said. "Yan Zhi Chun, if you really find me later and discover that I've lost all my memories, you can ask me at that time what to do."

"Ask you directly..." I nodded. "Okay, got it."

Indeed, once I find Bai Yang, I'll just ask him directly.

"It's just that I'm not sure if he'll be able to follow my current line of thinking," Bai Yang sighed slightly. "We're both me, but I don't trust myself. Teaming up with someone I don't trust is bound to be full of uncertainties, no matter what."

"This..." After hearing that, I furrowed my brow slightly, feeling that Bai Yang was getting abstract again.

He's actually planning to team up with his future self in his current state... but he doesn't trust his future self?

This kind of thing would make me think the person is crazy, no matter where I heard it.

"After today, I won't mention any of the plans again," Bai Yang said. "Just let them become secrets in your heart."

"Okay..." I snapped back to attention and agreed.

"By the way, the young man next to us is 'Jian Mo'," Bai Yang said. "His presence ensures that no one else can hear our conversation."

"'Jian Mo'..." So that's why this young man destroyed his own ears—I finally understand.

"Remember, if this secret gets out to a third person, the entire plan could fail. We'd miss the best chance to liberate this place and waste decades for nothing."

Bai Yang's words instantly heightened my sense of tension, and I nodded seriously.

He knows what kind of person I am—whatever can't be said, I won't say a word.

After Bai Yang finished speaking, he turned around, about to say something to the young man, but suddenly paused. Then he slowly turned back to stare at me and hesitated:

"By the way... Yan Zhi Chun, if certain rare situations occur when you find me..."

"'Rare situations'...?" I paused. "For example?"

Bai Yang lowered his head, lightly touched his chin, and murmured to himself: "For example... what if only part of the memory is recovered...?"

It seemed even Bai Yang wasn't sure if such a situation existed.

"Forget it..." Bai Yang sighed. "I can't even be completely sure if I'll lose my memories, so let's not discuss these rare situations."

Thinking about it, Bai Yang's plans seem a bit overly meticulous to me.

He keeps assuming he'll lose his memories, then that he'll recover them, and now he's even starting to consider what to do if only part is recovered.

People who plan ahead are already impressive, but Bai Yang is trying to prepare for every possible disaster—hail, thunderstorms, sandstorms, earthquakes, and more. He's pushing himself too hard.

Bai Yang sighed, turned around, and patted the young man on the shoulder, nodding to him.

The young man understood, and he withdrew the force field around us. I could hear the street wind again.

He politely bowed to us both and then left "Ji Le Qian Zhuang," disappearing unsteadily down the street.

"That's it for now," Bai Yang said to me. "Yan Zhi Chun, if you have your own things to do later, you don't have to come see me here. But remember to come at least once per cycle, otherwise you won't know when I've disappeared."

"Okay..." I nodded. "Bai Yang, I'll do my best."

After leaving Bai Yang's place, my mood was incredibly complex.

Just like the first time I met him, there was so much for me to process.

And Bai Yang was the same as when he first appeared—he conveyed all the information in just one conversation, and from now on, he won't bring it up again, nor will he allow me to.

This feeling filled me with both tension and excitement...

Turning the corner from in front of the "Qian Zhuang," I walked into a side alley. Next, I needed to start participating in a lot of games and try to kill other "Can Yu Zhe" in them. Only through more real combat would my "Xin Nian" reach its peak.

But which games should I join first?

I paused for a few seconds, then suddenly thought of something and pulled out the map that Bai Yang had drawn for me, carefully checking the locations of the eight people on it.

Maybe I should go check out these "Sheng Xiao" first?

But before I could decide on a destination, I noticed something odd around me.

That familiar force field was spreading out again, and I couldn't hear the wind anymore.

What was going on? Was this some aftereffect of "Jian Mo"?

I looked up and saw a man in a long robe standing not far in front of me. He had strange dark green long hair and was standing with his hands behind his back, facing me.

Something felt off—the way he was dressed was too bizarre; no normal person would wear clothes like that.

He must be a "Da Ren Wu."

I quickly put away the map and turned to head back toward "Ji Le Qian Zhuang." In a situation like this, only Bai Yang could save me. But in the next second, the man appeared in front of me again, this time very close. I could even see a dark green mark between his brows.

I knew I couldn't escape.

"Hello."

I spoke up decisively, making sure my voice reached him clearly.

No matter if he was "Tian Ji" or not, as long as I spoke first, I'd have the upper hand.

"'Jian Mo,' right...?" the man asked.

"What...?" I said.

"You were with Bai Yang for so long, and I only caught a few words... Was it 'Jian Mo'?" His voice was strangely androgynous, like two people speaking at once, sending a chill down my spine.

"Bai Yang? Are you talking about that 'Sheng Xiao' from 'Ji Le Qian Zhuang'?" I steadied myself and said, "I just went to play a game and didn't win."

"But what exactly did he need to discuss... that he used 'Jian Mo'?" The man ignored what I said and continued, "Why could I hear everything before... but not this time?"

I swallowed slowly, feeling an extremely dangerous aura from him.

Seeing I didn't respond, he slowly approached me: "Yan Zhi Chun... why? Why couldn't I hear this time?"

He even knew my name—I couldn't handle him.

These upper-level matters had to be dealt with by upper-level people.

"How would I know?" I shot back. "Why don't you ask Bai Yang? He's right in that building—go ask him directly."

"Ask Bai Yang... Would that kid tell me the truth?" The man before me gave a chilling smile. "It's only you ants... who get so scared in front of me and spill the truth nonstop..."