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After he entered, the door closed automatically, shutting Ye Zhe and Zhang Mingliang out.

Inside the door is an ordinary office. Inside the ordinary desk sits a very ordinary-looking old man.

Presumably this is the famous prophet.

The Prophet looked at the document in his hand, without looking up, he waved to Chen Mo: "Wait for me, sit down first."

Zhang Jue was not polite either, he sat on the sofa in a dainty manner, and began to call the old man a lot.

Generally speaking, there is nothing special about it, it looks similar to those old men in his community who often regret chess, and it is completely different from the immortal demeanor contained in the word "prophet".

Two minutes later, the Prophet approved the document, and then turned his gaze to Zhang Jue.

"Hello." He said with a smile, his voice was a little ethereal.

Zhang Jue crossed his legs, put his hands behind his head, and said nothing politely: "Old man, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"Yes." The Prophet nodded. He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the misty sky outside the window. "There is a force in the dark that guides me to find you."

Zhang Jue on the sofa laughed: "Now that I'm here, what are you going to do, kill me to sacrifice to heaven, or give me the position of the leader of the Eastern Awakening?"

"Neither." The Prophet turned his head to look at Zhang Jue, his face was still gentle, and he was not irritated by Zhang Jue's rudeness.

Seeing this, some people may express doubts about Zhang Jue's actions.

Put on a big hat that doesn't know good from bad.

Obviously the other party showed no hostility, and even showed kindness several times, but Zhang Jue still went his own way.

Of course Zhang Jue is not a fool, there is no need to make enemies everywhere.

But at the same time, the word friend is not so easy to be.

In the last days, if you trust someone unconditionally because of a few good words from others, if you are sold by others, then you really deserve it.

So when the two sides first came into contact, he naturally wanted to test it out.

In fact, there are many ways to judge a person's temperament, and in Zhang Jue's view, the simplest one is to irritate the other party.

We all know that the higher the anger value, the lower the IQ.

When a person is angry, he often speaks and does things without thinking, and this will expose something.

Zhang Jue traveled to the world of the Administration Bureau for three or four years. I don't know how many enemies who were angered by his few words and then died under his hands.

But today, apparently his plan failed.

No matter how provocative he was, the Prophet never spoke harshly to him, and his attitude was always quite kind.

He is strong and he is strong, and the bright moon shines on the river.

To Zhang Jue, he seemed to be an accomplished monk in a temple.

Such a person is either a big treacherous and a big evil, or a great sage and sage.

The Prophet looked at Zhang Jue and said slowly: "To be honest, I don't know what to do next, but what I know is that if you are really someone who can save the world, then next, even if I have nothing Do it, and other things will happen, your fate is sealed."

This is related to fate again, which is getting more and more mysterious.

His tone is somewhat similar to 343, probably because he knows too many sequelae.

As we all know, Zhang Jue is a pragmatic person, and what he hates the most is such specious words, so he quickly waved his hand.

"Stop, stop, let's talk about something practical first. How do you know that I am the person you are looking for?"

"Because you appeared in my dreams several times."

"..."

Although Zhang Jue had heard from Ye Zhe before, hearing the prophet tell him about it at this time still felt a little nauseating.

It would be fine if it was a little girl who dreamed of him, but it really didn't make him happy to be missed by such an old man who was nearly seventy years old all day long.

Zhang Jue was about to complain, but suddenly thought of something, and asked strangely: "Old man, do you still remember when and how many times you dreamed of me?"

"Of course." The Prophet nodded. He didn't need to memorize these things at all, and he could just call them from his head whenever he needed them.

"The first time was February 2, the second time was February 21th, the third time was March 2th, the fourth time was March 28th, the fifth time was March 3th, and the sixth time was April 7, and most recently, yesterday."

After listening to the prophet's words, Zhang Jue was a little dazed. It was the first time since the two sides began to contact each other that he was amazed by the ability of this prophet.

into a deep shock.

As we all know, due to genetic reasons, Zhang Jue is not very sensitive to the emotion of fear, and is also relatively insensitive to a series of negative emotions such as nervousness, anger, and sadness.

There were very few things that surprised him, even shocked him.

There are so many strange things in the world of the Administration Bureau. In his impression, only when he suspected that Yang Xue pushed him, did he feel a little bit anxious.

But this prophet did it.

Because what he reported was the time when Zhang Jue came back here from that world, and it was exactly the same.

Regardless of whether this prophet is a good guy or a bad guy, at least his ability is real, because it is impossible for him to cheat in this kind of thing.

It was also the first time that Zhang Jue felt that this trip was really not in vain.

Maybe this old man really has the ability to restore the world to normal.

Now that he knew the other party's ability was true, Zhang Jue was not polite anymore, and asked, "Then do you know what happened to those seven red moons and those resentful souls?"

The Prophet sighed: "Based on the information we have now, we can't trace their origin. We only know that they are an energy body from another world."

"Other worlds?"

"Yes, they don't belong here."

If it were someone else, they might have doubts about the prophet's words, but Zhang Jue himself is a person who can travel between two worlds, so he immediately believed this statement.

He asked again: "Those people whose minds were controlled, where did they go?"

The Prophet shook his head: "I don't know either."

Zhang Jue pinched his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "I have one last question." At this point, he paused, staring into the Prophet's eyes and said slowly: "My lord Prophet, have you seen 'it'? "

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Zhang Jue knew about 'it', and the Prophet was not surprised.

However, this question caused the prophet to fall into silence for a long time.

"You haven't seen it either?" Zhang Jue asked.

The prophet shook his head again: "No, anyone who has awakened the ability has seen it, including you, Mr. Feng."

"I've seen it too?" Zhang Jue was confused.

"Yes, but according to our investigation and statistics, everyone sees 'it' differently. Mr. Feng, you can think about whether you have seen some unusual things."

something out of the ordinary?

Zhang Jue has seen many such things in the management bureau world, but in this world, apart from those resentful souls and the seven red moons, it seems that there is no such thing—no!

Zhang Jue finally remembered that he had seen a huge shadow in the sky when he traveled back for the second or third time.

He remembered very clearly that those who lost consciousness at that time all worshiped that huge shadow.

Could it be that thing?

Seeing that Zhang Jue seemed to have gained something, the Prophet continued: "We don't know what its body is. The only thing that is certain is that it looks different in everyone's eyes. Some people see a monster, and some people see it as a monster. What people see is another self."

Zhang Jue asked curiously, "Then what did you see?"

"It's a child," said the Prophet. "A baby, to be precise."

Zhang Jue nodded thoughtfully, Zhang Mingliang was right, no matter what, this old man did let him know a lot.

He was about to leave and go back to digest the information he had so far, but before he could speak, he suddenly thought of something else.

"You just said that I am also a person with abilities?"

The Prophet nodded: "Obviously."

Zhang Jue looked himself up and down: "But I don't feel that I have any ability."

Of course, except for being able to travel back and forth between the two worlds.

The Prophet nodded: "Perhaps this is the difference between you, Mr. Feng."

"It makes sense." Zhang Jue hummed, accepted his explanation, and said, "I heard that you have assigned a level to capable users, such as paper and rape."

The prophet said slowly: "Paper, tie, strong, fierce, mad, god."

"Yes, yes, these are the few. Do you pay attention to arranging these things?"

"Mr. Feng, it's not something I made out, but something I foresaw."

"Predicted?"

"Yes." The Prophet said, "Mr. Feng, don't forget my name."

"Oh, a prophet, you always know a little more than others, understand." Zhang Jue laughed, "Then what level of ability do you think I am?"

"Mr. Feng's ability cannot be measured by these, because your ability level is dynamic."

The Prophet's statement aroused Zhang Jue's curiosity, and he asked, "How?"

"When I dreamed about you yesterday, your ability was only at the paper level, but today when you were fighting with Cao Aqiang outside the city, your ability was at the parallel level. Just now when you came back with Ye Zhe, you were promoted to the crazy level."

Zhang Jue understood the words of the Prophet, this is the case of the strong, the strong, the disgraceful Naith.

At this moment, he sized up the prophet maliciously: "Then old man, can I ask what level I am in front of you."

The prophet didn't know what he was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Paper level."

???

Zhang Jue's eyes widened, and he looked at the Prophet, with a few big characters written on his face——are you kidding me?

The Prophet sighed: "Although my ability is special, its strength is not high. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Feng."

Tsk, this old man must have done it on purpose.

Zhang Jue waved his hand and walked out of the office.

……

Zhang Jue, Zhang Mingliang and his party settled down in the Eastern Awakening camp.

They were sent to the prophet by Ye Zhe himself, so no one dared to bully them with their seniority.

However, except for a few core personnel, no one else knew that Zhang Jue was the person the Prophet was looking for.

So everyone thought that Dongfang Awakening had recruited another powerful foreign aid, that's all.

However, there were not many people in Dongfang Awakening, and things about Zhang Jue and Cao Aqiang quickly spread within a small area.

In the evening, under the arrangement of Ye Zhe, Zhang Jue, Zhang Mingliang and others went to the government cafeteria for dinner.

After all, they have not officially joined, and their positions are separate from those awakened in the East, which is equivalent.

Seeing the white steaming food in front of them, Zhang Mingliang, Chen Sanhua and other brothers stared straight.

After several months of consumption, almost all the supplies in Jianghai City have been looted by people. They have gone through almost every neighborhood and picked the locks, just to see if there is anything left to eat.

But in the end, most of the time, I can only rely on compressed biscuits and instant food to survive, and I have long forgotten what white rice and stir-fried vegetables are like.

A few people are like country bumpkins entering the city. Everyone has eaten several bowls of rice and almost swallowed their tongues.

Those people awakened in the East looked at this scene, and they couldn't help showing disdainful eyes. They seemed to have forgotten that it was the same situation when they just came here.

Zhang Mingliang burped after eating the sixth bowl of rice, and only then did he notice the way people around him looked at them.

But he didn't care.

He's been with Feng Zi for a long time, and he hasn't seen any scenes. When he was in high school, he was given the middle finger by a dozen girls. Was he ever afraid?

Zhang Mingliang wiped his mouth: "Hey, Feng Zi, why don't you eat?"

"I ate."

"Two bowls are also called eating."