Chapter 216 Chen Motong, Bronze Gate
"That's the rule."

Chen Motong crossed his legs and said casually, "The regulations do not restrict students from using the system wing."

In other words, your restrictions are the ones that violate the rules.

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

Such is the regulation, there is no so-called restriction on the licensing of system wings.

But regulations also exist, and they must provide for what consequences would occur if a system wing were suddenly lost.

"System Wing, how are you using it?" Bai Mo temporarily gave up on this problem that his character setting could not solve.

"very good."

Chen Motong answered seriously: "It is in very good condition."

"Really? I'll report the time to System Wing."

After getting Bai Mo's answer, Chen Motong did not leave. She put down her crossed legs and smoothed the red hair on her ears.

Chen Motong took a deep breath and asked Bai Mo about the real purpose of her visit: "Has the Chen family really been resolved?"

"...Yes, the records contain details of this incident."

“…I saw eyes.”

Chen Motong clenched his fists and repeated anxiously, "I saw familiar eyes, they were staring at me!"

"Don't panic, there are element detection positions here! No one is monitoring you." Bai Mo stood up and walked forward to hold down the shoulders of Chen Motong, who was obviously out of control.

"Eyes, familiar eyes are looking at me, laughing at my stupidity." Chen Motong muttered to himself, looking up at the ceiling above his head.

In the world she saw, a crack appeared on the ceiling, and one after another, eyes as big as longan opened, staring at her without stopping. In the blending of white and black, they told the words that had been repeated in the past.

■■■■ (Dragon language)
Bai Mo raised his hand and slashed her neck with his knife.

With a dull sound, Chen Motong was hit in the "weak spot" by the light attack of the hand knife. His head fell straight to the side and he passed out.

After the dust settled, Bai Mo looked up helplessly at the place where Chen Motong had been staring at.

According to the personality of this current body, Bai Mo will definitely go to investigate this matter.

"What is going on~"

Slightly mobilizing the power of "Bai Mo", Bai Mo looked at the elements in front of him from a perspective different from that of ordinary people.

These elements flow in a dull and ordinary way, there are no so-called "eyes" here at all, and there are no abnormalities that should appear.

If there is nothing in the outside world, then...it can only be inside.

Bai Mo looked at Chen Motong and reached out to dial the system wing's communication.

"…It's me. I have a student with a psychological problem. Yes, Chen Motong. It's her again. She needs treatment this time. She has more serious hallucinations. She needs treatment. Please come to my office."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Mo twisted his neck, lay on the table and fell asleep, entering Chen Motong's subconscious mind in the form of a spirit seed.

When Bai Mo entered his subconscious, the first thing he saw was a series of black corridors. These corridors led to different directions, and the walls of each corridor were covered with paintings.

Bai Mo walked to the nearest painting and looked at the distorted and changing paint on it.

As time goes by, the changing pigments in the painting gradually condense, revealing the "appearance" inside.

“Is this what is deposited in the subconscious?”

Bai Mo thought about it and stepped inside.

First there was total darkness, then light illuminated the world he saw, alternating between night and day.

With the arrival of light, Bai Mo saw a pile of precious medical instruments, crosses, and dragon alchemy-related machines in front of him.

Judging from what these instruments say, the answer is clear - this is a ward.

In addition to Chen Motong, there were two other people in the ward, a man and a woman. The men both looked unhappy and were on the verge of losing their temper.

"…That's what you said■■." Bai Mo was also familiar with the person in front of him. He was the patriarch of the Chen family and also Chen Motong's "father".

"Yes, it is ■■."

These unheard sounds…seem to be missing.

Bai Mo tried to concentrate and mobilize his native strength to further "read" this memory.

The sound displayed was still muted, and it was impossible to understand what was being said. It was like a big hole, no matter how much stuff was filled in, it was impossible to know what the hole originally contained.

"The plan must be completed, the Supreme must ■■"

After Chen Motong's father finished speaking, he turned and left without even glancing at Chen Motong's hesitation. He was extremely decisive.

The Supreme...could it be the Black King?

Bai Mo guessed the answer. After a few seconds, the world in front of him gradually dimmed and returned to its original state.

You can now enter the painting in front of you at will.

Rubbing his sore forehead, Bai Mo moved to the second painting. After several changes, the true content of the painting was revealed.

...Sacrifices...

...Supreme, resurrection, eternal life...

... Gods and Buddhas ... Legends ...

After noting down these important words, Bai Mo walked towards the third painting.

This time, the world before my eyes was no longer a separate white room, but a study.

Bai Mo watched Chen Motong's actions in his memory.

"Chen Motong" flipped through the books here. She took down a large book with an almost completely faded cover, opened the table of contents, and saw the "text" recorded in the table of contents.

The Supreme Emperor will be resurrected

[The Kingdom of the Dead Reappears]

[All traitors shall die by the sword]

Elegant poetry is sung in words, and after the page is turned, Baimo exits the painting once again.

After repeating this several times, Bai Mo compared the common points among them - fragmentation, incompleteness, observation from Chen Motong's perspective, and her past experiences...

"That is to say, everything here is the most profound memory fragment in Chen Motong's subconscious mind, involving the true "purpose" of the Chen family."

Bai Mo was thinking while checking the contents.

The spiritual power was held in the hands and then transformed into invisible threads, spreading from the white foam to the paintings.

Following these broken and almost non-existent memories, Bai Mo walked to the deepest part and saw a door appearing in front of him.

The height of the gate is vague and uncertain, and the end cannot be seen from top to bottom, and the length and width on the left and right are endless.

Its appearance seems to be made of bronze, with countless dragon characters painted on it. These languages ​​seem to be telling a story, a great and noble historical story.

Bai Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, walked to the bronze gate, and looked at the words and patterns displayed on the gate.

But before they got close, the bronze gate seemed to be affected by some kind of vibration, and some changes occurred that Bai Mo was not aware of.

An invisible spiritual shock fell on him, blasting the white foam away.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!" Bai Mo gasped, trying hard to hold back the fragments in his mind. The huge sense of separation that was blasted out of his spirit made him feel like he was splitting himself.

The rest of the Bai Mo shared the pressure here, and in just a few seconds, Bai Mo recovered his mental influence.

Looking back on the pressure he felt, Bai Mo suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. This was the "pressure" he was all too familiar with.

(End of this chapter)