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"I know you're anxious, but I can't tell you."

Facing the inquiry from the host, the system suddenly changed from normal and became mysterious again.

"The reason." Leng Qingqing scratched his hair irritably.

The system hesitated and said: "You can understand that you cannot hear the secrets from the high-dimensional world at your level. Even if I can say it, you can't hear it. Even if you can hear it, you will pay a price that your body cannot bear. So. My advice is, wait.”

It's still a good thing if you can't hear it, the system muttered in its mind.

Before Leng Qingqing could speak, the system seemed to know what she was going to say and quickly spoke:

"Everything I say is true. You'd better not try it! Don't take your life seriously. You are not what you used to be!"

The system's voice became anxious, as it was really afraid that the host would commit suicide.

But if the host would listen to it, then it wouldn't be her. She thought about it for two seconds.

"tell me the story."

The system became anxious: "Why are you so stubborn? I told you not to listen."

But when the person on the other side is deserted, the system always loses.

After a few minutes of confrontation, he gritted his teeth and said very reluctantly: "Well, don't blame me for not telling you."

"...After Hengheng fell into coma, his consciousness went to a parallel world twenty years later."

As soon as the system finished speaking, blood spurted from the mouth and nose, and the brain was buzzing, as if an invisible hand was reaching into the brain to mess with it.

The world was spinning before her eyes, she felt dizzy, and felt sick to her stomach.

Fortunately, he immediately reached out and held onto the wall, so he didn't fall to the ground.

Along the cold wall, Leng Qingqing slowly slid to the ground. After half an hour, his head gradually returned to clarity.

She wiped the blood from her face.

A trace of sadness spread in the system's heart. It looked at her without speaking. After all, it was a companion it had known for such a long time, and it was not willing to see her suffer even if it could help it.

"You are so smart, you must be able to guess some."

The system's tone was dull: "Don't worry, I will tell you everything, but not now."

Leng Qingqing stood up slowly, her blood-stained hair sticking to the side of her face. Her eyes were calm and her voice was hoarse: "It will be difficult for Hengheng to come back by then, right?"

She guessed it correctly again, and the system wanted to say something, but in the end it didn't say anything.

At this time, Leng Qingqing spoke again: "Anything else, tell me a little more."

She leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. The smooth floor and white walls were stained red with blood. Fortunately, there were no medical staff passing by at this point, otherwise they would have put her on a stretcher and taken her to the emergency room without any explanation.

The system was stunned: "Still talking? What did you say?"

Leng Qingqing took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, opened it and wiped the lower half of his face. The blood stopped flowing.

"Tell me more, pick out the important things." She frowned, as if the pain just now no longer existed at all.

The system wanted to become invisible on the spot, but it also wanted to grab her hair and move closer to tell her that she might die if she continued to listen.

But judging from his expression, the other party obviously didn't care.

So he hesitated for a while and said a few more words - it had been shortened as much as possible.

It was obviously just a few words, but what Leng Qingqing heard was a sentence that was slowed down several times, with slow intervals between each word, and every word was sonorous.

The second of transition from one word to the next seems as long as a century.

——"Hengheng, met himself."

Countless chaotic and noisy sounds seemed to be approaching from a very far away place in an instant, wrapping up the deserted place.

The deserted consciousness fell into darkness.

There were human voices, non-human voices, laughter, and loud cries all around. Her consciousness shuttled through countless universes. There was no concept of time and space here. She was surrounded by pitch black. She was so deserted that she didn't know where she was. She is like a small core wrapped heavily in pulp and peel, with no light from the outside world visible.

Leng Qingqing didn't know how long he stayed.

After regaining consciousness, every pore on his body felt a stinging pain. The pain was unbearable. It turned out that blood was oozing from the pores.

She was completely soaked from her hair to the soles of her feet. Under the floor where she stood, there was a large amount of liquid mixed with water and blood dripping. Her expression was chaotic and dark, like a female ghost that had just climbed out of the water.

Fortunately, in this dark chaos, Leng Qing overcame the surrounding noise and clearly captured those words.

The last thing she heard before passing out was angry rants from the system.

"I told you, but you don't want to listen! It's better to wait. No one has anything to do now. We can only wait... I hope Heng Heng can..."

It doesn't deceive and for its level, there really isn't much to see.

But as Hengheng becomes more and more integrated into that world, it can see more and more things.

If Hengheng created an entity in another world, it would be able to see Hengheng's traces completely, but then something would be very wrong.

So it says Leng Qingqing guessed it right again.

Leng Qingqing suddenly fainted in the corridor covered in blood, frightening everyone. After the doctor checked, he told everyone that it was just because of too much stress and mental stress.

But the doctor could not say anything about the large amount of blood on her body and on the ground.

Leng Qingqing didn't want to explain anything about this. Huo Jingsen was extremely tough on letting her be hospitalized for treatment. It wasn't until Leng Qingqing walked down the street that night and ate two bowls of rice that night that he gradually relaxed and didn't look at her like a prisoner like he did in the afternoon. She did.

Leng Qingqing organized her thoughts and called the director to explain Hengheng's simple situation.

"Looking at the current situation, it's better for us to withdraw."

The director was silent for a moment: "Don't worry, only you can perform this show, and no one can take your place."

Even if the director team intends to find new guests to replace them, the status of Leng Qingqing and Hengheng is irreplaceable.

In addition to recruiting new guests and making netizens miss Leng Qingqing and Hengheng even more, it has no positive effect on the program team.

The director has already discussed this matter with the relevant authorities. If he had not received the exact answer, he would not have dared to give Leng Qingqing such a guarantee.

This is how the director comforted her on the phone.

"Even if we have to wait for half a year, one year, two years, or five years, "Family of Three" can only be starred by you. We are waiting for you together with the netizens. Hengheng will definitely get better."

"...I hope so."