"The monsters outside will only get more and more serious. Maybe they will fight each other. I plan to hide here until the end." Dong Zheng looked straight into her eyes, and the invisible tentacles formed by his spirit quietly approached the woman, but he was not going to attack.

Murphy's appearance gave him new ideas. Can he use his own spirit to secretly interfere with other people's ideas like that?

He doesn't need to be as powerful as Murphy, and he will be satisfied even if he adjusts the other person's emotions and mental state to a certain extent.

The abilities of the spiritual system are in a sense, and the difference lies in their respective limitations. After seeking Fu Zhe's consent, Dong Zheng had explored his spiritual world in a shallow way, seeking ways to make himself progress. In Dong Zheng's eyes, Fu Zhe's spiritual world is also a core. The illusions he created are virtual models composed of countless data, but they cannot explain the mechanism of his hypnosis.

When Fu Zhe entered Dong Zheng's core, he could only see the already formed firewalls, information highways, shielding fields and other facilities, and could not detect more basic data factors, let alone manipulating those.

The tentacles gently touched the woman and sank into her head. Soon Dong Zheng discovered that she was more afraid than hostile.

She was afraid of herself.

He is a young and strong man, and he doesn't know what method he used to directly open the door that was closed well. In this world full of crisis, the unknown is the most terrifying thing.

"My name is Dong Zheng. The circus I entered with my teammates was assigned to different venues." The room was complete, because it was prepared for shelter, and there was enough food and water. Dong Zheng pulled over the chair beside him and sat down on his own, bent down to search for the medical box in the cabinet, and expressed his attitude with practical actions.

When the woman saw that he left his back to him, although she knew that she would definitely not be unprepared, she also felt a little relieved, "My name is He Xiufang."

"Sister Fang." Dong Zheng called her. He successfully found the place where the medical items were, unscrewed the lid of the iodine wine to disinfect his wounds cut from the glass. "If nothing unexpected happens, I shouldn't go out of the room during this period. I hope you won't mind."

He Xiufang nodded and sat on the other side apart from Dong Zheng. Dong Zheng dealt with the injuries next door and the back of his hand. He could not see the situation on his face, so he put the iodine and cotton swabs aside and said, "When I came here, I found some information. This house was specially built to protect core members when an accident occurs. It is very safe."

Dong Zheng was stained with Murphy's blood, which looked horrifying. He Xiufang looked at him, and his originally frown gradually stretched out, and suddenly asked, "Do you want me to help you with it?"

The other party was also starting to show goodwill, and the atmosphere finally eased. Dong Zheng had no reason to refuse. He nodded and handed the iodine wine and cotton swab to He Xiufang: "Then I'll trouble Sister Fang."

He Xiufang used a cotton swab to dip iodine wine to wipe the tiny wounds on Dong Zheng's cheeks. She was able and careful in her movements, and obviously did a lot of things to take care of people. The middle-aged woman had thick calluses on her hands that did housework all year round, and the area was even larger than that of Dong Zheng, a man. Although the cracked holes made from washing clothes healed, they also left scars that were difficult to resolve.

Since Dong Zheng's stepmother Su Daijun married his father, except for occasionally cooking, she has no touch of water. All the housework is done by the nanny. The nanny who took care of Dong Zheng when he was just born also has such hands.

A typical pair of hardworking hands.

He Xiufang's skin was darkened due to neglect of maintenance, with dark spots and a little messy gray hair. No matter how you look at it, she is the kind of woman who is responsible for the family's heavy responsibility and is gradually aging in obscurity.

But her eyes were clear and firm, and she wiped the blood from Dong Zheng's face little by little.

"Is this a wiped out by glass?" She stood in front of Dong Zheng. Due to her height, Dong Zheng raised her face and made it easier for her to apply.

"I was stared at by a monster in the administrative building next door, so I could only escape through the window." Dong Zheng looked over He Xiufen's shoulder, staring at a point on the ceiling, but in fact he was just talking to Murphy in the core.

"You can't go to that place." Seeing that the other party was about to walk to the pure white area in the center, Dong Zheng directly blocked her way without saying a word. The center had a reflection of Cui Zuojing's existence in his core. He had a good agreement with Murphy, but even if there was one in ten thousand chance, he could not let the other party contact something that might harm Cui Zuojing.

He didn't really trust Murphy.

"Okay." Murphy shrugged and stopped. "Now you will be safe as long as you don't go out and run around. I'll take a break."

After saying that, Murphy's figure slowly disappeared in front of Dong Zheng, and the data flowed continuously. He ran past him. Dong Zheng frowned, and with a thought, he came to the pure white area in the center.

Arabidopsis has grown a lot more than when it first appeared. The small white flowers on the top are blooming all the time, looking quite energetic.

When he was sure that Cui Zuojing was in good condition, Dong Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With the boy's strength level, there should be nothing that could be difficult for him, let alone this place is a clown.

He reached out and touched the oval small leaves, and the grass trembled slightly.

"Okay." He Xiufang threw the cotton swab into the trash can, "You have also made the broken glass, so it's best not to get water."

"Thank you." Dong Zheng sat down again. The room was shock-resistant and sound-proof, and he could still feel the movements coming from outside. He didn't have to think about it and it must be a collapse of the sky and the earth.

Maybe ten big monsters have already started fighting. When they go out in three days, they can still see their bodies outside.

What do clowns want to do this?

He Xiufang looked at Dong Zheng. Dong Zheng changed into the uniform left by the prison guard in the guard's dormitory. He was more than 1.8 meters tall and his figure was very strong. The guard's blue clothes and black pants were worn on his body, making him look very heroic.

"How old are you?" He Xiufang had been living in the most remote countryside before coming to Pure White Land. She had never seen a person like Dong Zheng who exuded nobility. She looked like she was not from the same world as her. Now she had met, and her hostility and vigilance gradually eased, which made her feel a little curious.

"Twenty-seven years old." Dong Zheng was also willing to talk to her about the situation, and then said, "Where are you?"

"I'm fifty-three." He Xiufang couldn't help but sigh, "Why did you come here so young?"

"Traffic accident." Dong Zheng saw He Xiufang tied a red rope on his wrist, wearing a small round iron plate with a □□ avatar printed on it, and realized something and asked, "Sister Fang, how many years did the real world when you came in here?"

He Xiufang said: "In sixty-nine years, I have lived here for almost ten years."

Dong Zheng was shocked by that year. If He Xiufang was already fifty-three years old in 1969, then wouldn’t he be born in the early 2009?

Something was wrong at this time.

He Xiufang came here in 1969 and spent ten years, but he entered in 2018, and it only took a year to get here.

So what kind of world will they return to if they are lucky enough to leave the Pure White Realm one day?

After spending three years in Pure White Land, it only took half an hour to go out. Does it mean that if he and Linhai go out, they will wake up in the hospital bed within a few hours after the accident?

In this case, will he and Cui Zuojing really live on the same timeline? Will he wait for him to find Cui Zuojing outside, but the other party has not yet entered the Pure White Land and met him again?

Dong Zheng thought about his scalp numbness. Time has always been the most mysterious thing. Even Cui Zuojing, who is carrying the power of time, cannot understand the mystery very well.

What should they do if the two people's time is staggered?

Soon Dong Zheng realized that he seemed to be thinking a little too much, and whether he could go out successfully was another matter. Instead of worrying about a future that might not be reached, it is better to focus on the present.

"I'm surprised. I know you young people should have come from the future." He Xiufang smiled and continued, "I have lived here for a long time. The people I met at the beginning were basically gone, and I was the only one left. We also talked about reality. It seems that the time points of each other came in were different. I have seen the earliest person here in the late Qing Dynasty. He died on the way to escape."

Dong Zheng put aside his doubts and smiled and said, "Sister Fang, you have to calculate it by seniority, which is even older than my great-grandmother."

Thanks to the education and character he received since childhood, Dong Zheng has always been polite and polite when treating outsiders, not to mention that his face can easily capture female compatriots from eight to eighty. The two of them put down their guard and started chatting slowly.

He Xiufang obviously wanted to talk to others, but now she found someone who was willing to listen to her, so she said a lot without realizing it.

Dong Zheng learned that she had been living in the rural areas of the west. From birth to death, the farthest place she had been to was selling eggs in the county town. He Xiufang gave birth to seven children, and three of them survived. Since she was sensible, she helped her family work. After getting married, she worked day and night until she finally got sick and could never get up again.

The tragic fate of women in the old era was vividly reflected in her, but now looking back, He Xiufang doesn't feel so sad. After most of her life, she experienced an unprecedented new life in the pure white world.

This can be said to give her a new life.

"But I have always been worried about my youngest baby. She is a girl. She has been having a fever since she was born. We thought she couldn't survive. Later, she grew up slowly and got sick again. Her legs were covered with roots of disease, and she was as thin as reeds. At that time, there was not much food at home, so I could only eat her an egg secretly in the woodshed without hiding the other children."

Speaking of her favorite little daughter, He Xiufang only showed the middle-aged woman's nagging, "I took her to the county town once. She especially liked a white dress. She knew that her family had no money and didn't tell me. She was very sensible."

"By the way, I asked my husband who had studied in the village and asked him to help him." He Xiufang said, "Her surname is Zhao and her name is Zhao Mofei. Isn't it particularly nice?"

Dong Zheng had a bang in his mind.

He Xiufang was still talking, but Dong Zheng could no longer hear her words. He had difficulty in legs and feet, was thin, the girl in a white dress, and the exact same name. Everything made him feel extremely chilled.

He had never told He Xiufang anything about Murphy, and judging from He Xiufang's narrative, the other party had no idea that something was wrong, as if there was such a child in her past life.

When was He Xiufang "infected"?

Dong Zheng finally realized that this consciousness, who called himself Murphy, was probably an extremely dangerous cause.
Chapter completed!