Chapter 192

... reliable fire-spreaders

Fang Shiqing finished the opening remarks with a red face, but just this one sentence made the man standing in front of her completely fall into a daze.

?

Do you want to hear what you are saying?

You, a city defender, tell me the will of the city builders is too conservative?

So my dear salary-seeker lady, what exactly happened to you?

What, or who, made you produce such an "unreasonable" change?

The man breathed deeply for a long time like Fang Shiqing before recovering, he walked to Fang Shiqing's side with great interest, looking her up and down with a pair of sharp eyes, and then smiled again.

Interesting, the man who changed her mind is a man, but not that kind of man.

"Tell me, my salary-seeker, I hope I can hear a more shocking story.

Of course, pay attention to your expression and wording, there is only one tube of Reminiscing Mourning, once I know him...

We have betrayed the oath we have been keeping."

Fang Shiqing nodded seriously, telling the thoughts in her heart, no, the thoughts in Cheng Shi's "heart" one by one.

Time passed for a long time, long enough for the petal on the desk to dissipate all its power and gradually wither.

The man stood there motionless, listening to the whole process.

He frowned deeply, falling into deep thought.

Seeing him like this, Fang Shiqing picked up the tube of Reminiscing Mourning, silently erased her memory, and then prepared to turn and leave silently.

"Wait! This petal..."

"No longer needed."

Fang Shiqing didn't look back, but just looking at her back, one could see she was smiling, and smiling confidently and brilliantly.

"I suddenly figured it out, an organization that relies on oaths to secure the army's heart and compromise cannot become the existence you speak of that brings a new tomorrow for all beauty.

So, we don't need it.

Just like your feeling when you saw this petal, my path went astray.

But fortunately, someone pointed out the direction for me."

After saying this, Fang Shiqing left with big strides.

The man looked at her leaving back thoughtfully, and looked at the petal on the table meaningfully, picked up the notebook he had been painting and changing from the desktop, and turned to the latest page.

Then, he picked up the pen and wrote four big characters:

God-Making Plan?

"Do you think it's feasible?" He asked toward the void behind him.

A very quiet woman paced out of the void, her eyes clearly covered with a layer of black cloth, but she still turned to look in the direction of the notebook, smiling after lingering for a moment.

"Why not?

Didn't you hear what this salary-seeker said?

When I was 2400 points, I was thinking, among those sitting on the high throne, why couldn't I be one of them?

You, me, are more than 2400 points.

Always have some confidence, Qin Xin?"

The man frowned and thought for a moment, hummed lightly, raised his hand and heavily crossed out the question mark after "God-Making Plan."

"Then, let's try."

Reality, in an apartment in an unknown province/city.

Since returning to the rest area, Seeing Bai Ling had been thinking about what the deep meaning of the question Fang Shiqing asked was.

She was afraid that the other party would see that her memory had changed, and remember those memories lost in the trial.

So, he came!

A big shot is a big shot, he is actually a clown, he is actually 2400 points, he actually saved himself again.

But she almost killed him by mistake.

Even though she had forgotten that Cheng Shi was Cheng Shi at that time, she was still trapped in deep guilt.

She was scared, she was afraid.

What she was scared of was not the damage the bowstring caused to Cheng Shi, and what she was afraid of was not whether Fang Shiqing saw through her, what she was anxious and uneasy about was... the current memory!

She didn't know why the big shot's method failed on her, but she was afraid that she, with 1400 points, couldn't keep this memory and exposed Cheng Shi's existence.

Yes, since the big shot chose to let her forget, she shouldn't have remembered it in the first place.

But if she didn't remember this memory, what a pity it would be.

This was one of the few times fighting side by side with him, and it was also the most attractive scenery on the path that was becoming brighter and brighter under her feet!

But still that sentence, Seeing Bai Ling felt she couldn't keep it.

So she decided to do something.

So... she washed away the fatigue, settled all the miscellaneous thoughts, knelt piously in front of the bed, and prayed in a low voice:

"Solve..."

Just said one word and she paused.

No, can't pray to 【Filth】, this is no different from making this secret public to the "crowd."

The complex expression on Seeing Bai Ling's face flashed again and again, after much consideration, she gritted her teeth and tremblingly began to try another prayer:

"Don't distinguish between true and false, don't discuss reality and illusion.

Almighty God of 【Deception】, I, Seeing Bai Ling, a humble believer of 【Filth】, a sinner not worthy of pity, pray to you here, to open a trial...

A trial that can permanently erase the memory in my brain about 'your pious believer Cheng Shi'!"

Reality, in a residential house in an unknown province/city.

Cui Qiushi was eating when he recovered his memory.

Today, when all resources can be obtained through prayer, he still maintains the habit of cooking.

This is not because of boredom, but because of nostalgia.

Old Cui likes to eat the food cooked by Little Cui, so he never stopped.

On the small wooden dining table, there is a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables, but two pairs of chopsticks are placed.

He really wanted to serve Old Cui another bowl, but Old Cui said not to waste, so he gave up.

When the wave of memories rushed onto the beach of consciousness, Cui Qiushi was shoveling rice into his mouth. After remembering everything in the trial, he swallowed the rice in big mouthfuls while shedding tears of longing.

These sudden tears were definitely not shed for Cheng Shi, but for the one in Cheng Shi's eyes...

Cui Qiushi's father, Old Cui, Cui Dingtian.

Cheng Shi must have seen his father, otherwise Cui Qiushi couldn't explain why Cheng Shi's eyes flashed with surprise and nostalgia the moment he saw him.

He had never ranked with Cheng Shi, nor had he heard Cheng Shi's name from Sister Qing and Seeing Bai Ling.

Even if Cheng Shi knew Zhao Qian, Zhao Qian was not a loose-lipped person, he wouldn't break the identity of his companion to an outsider.

Cui Qiushi was just honest, but honest doesn't mean he wasn't observant and meticulous inside.

He saw that Cheng Shi's attitude toward him was different, and felt the very faint appreciation he emitted.

All of the above made him know that Cheng Shi had a high probability of having seen his father.

Because in this world, only he, is like him.

Father, is he okay?

In fact, Cui Qiushi thought of these inferences as early as in the trial, but at that time he was still the sturdy shield protecting his companions, and couldn't let the sorrow in his heart pull his emotions.

So he put down all distracting thoughts and focused on the trial.

And now, at this moment, it is his own time, he can finally cry well to vent his longing for his father.

Cui Qiushi had asked himself more than once why he didn't go find Old Cui, but he had answered himself more than once:

Because he had decided to do something for this world that was twisting and collapsing, and the price of this choice was too heavy, so he didn't want to let his father carry it with him.

The elderly him had already carried half a life for himself, now it is time for the fledgling bird to try to soar in the sky.

He also knew his father would definitely support him, because Old Cui once said: The Cui family's seed must live upright.

Perhaps the current me is not good enough, but I have already walked on the right path.

Dad, do you see it?

This is a slightly salty dinner, but what makes the mouth salty is not table salt, but tears.

When Cui Qiushi ended this sad moment in nostalgia, he resolutely drew a symbol on the wall behind him, then stepped over that black door and walked onto the path of spreading fire.

He found the idle 【Fire of Hope】 and prayed for Him to help him cover up this memory.

【Fire of Hope】 examined him happily for a long time, and asked with great interest:

"How did you know it was Me who restored your memory?"

Cui Qiushi was stunned, his face blank:

"I... just knew."

"..."

The flame stalled. At this moment, the fire-spreading space protected by 【Fire of Hope】 was almost seen through by 【Silence】!

He was choked, looking at the at-a-loss Cui Qiushi in front of Him and sighing heavily.

"Relax, you will forget everything."

As soon as the words fell, Cui Qiushi lost his memory.

He even forgot why he appeared here, because the code of conduct jointly followed by the fire-spreaders is "don't knock on the door if there is nothing to do."

But just then, a shout that broke the embarrassment came from far away on the path of spreading fire.

"Qiushi? Just in time, was just about to call you, quick, the boss said a new city builder has joined, and is about to hold a welcome ceremony?"

Cui Qiushi was stunned again.

City builder?

Didn't the city builder's salary-seeker die at the hands of a traitor?

How could there be a new city builder?

Could it be... a new salary-seeker?

The companion saw his shock, nodded and smiled:

"Guessed it? Looks like we've found another powerful companion, a new... salary-seeker."