Let the system try to save the world

"You really can sleep." When I opened my eyes, the familiar smell of disinfectant was already lingering around my nose.

He has returned to the hospital. Lu Jingming is tugging at his sleeve reluctantly. "You are the one who said you wanted to watch a movie, and you are the one who slept better than anyone else in the cinema."

"Alright, Master Lu." Mu Yiyu pulled Lu Jingming away, "Master has just been injured, he can't hold on for that long."

"Then you should get more sleep. I'll come back to see you." Lu Jingming and Xi Tong said goodbye reluctantly, "Don't think so much. You can also arrange for me to do it."

"Okay." Xitong nodded, "I'll find you."

After being scolded by the doctors and nurses, Xitong repeatedly assured himself that he would not find another chance to sneak out of the hospital, and he finally lay down on the bed in the ward.

Xitong was unwilling to adjust his body's pain perception, and the injuries on his upper body still had a certain impact on his movements.

He closed his eyes. He had hacked into the firewall of Xihe Base before, and the information inside was open to him without reservation.

He quickly found the information he wanted, which was a person's registration information. The young man in the photo smiled as awkwardly and woodenly as in every ID photo. Xitong read out his birthday, "February 9, 19xx."

The eight characters of birth are composed of the year, month, day and time of a person's birth. Most files do not record the birth time of each employee to the minute. The lack of time has indeed had an inestimable impact on Xitong's work.

But at least he had something else.

Xitong looked around, confirmed that the nurse had left, and took out one of the glass balls from the system space like a thief.

Poor thing, the master system was scolded by the class teacher, doctors and nurses.

These humans are so offensive!

Xitong lamented his fate in his heart and carefully looked at the glass ball in his hand. It was not round like other glass balls, but had an abrupt cross-section.

Its interior is not a complete space like Xia Chenze's, but a dead black space, and the whole thing looks like an artificial black pearl.

Xitong held the glass ball and quickly drew runes on its surface with his fingers. The long and thin runes divided the sphere into eight equal parts, almost covering the entire transparent sphere.

"Ren Shen, Ren Yin, Yi Mao..."

"Call the soul to restore the spirit, call the spirit to prolong life."

"Lan He, come back." Xi Tong shouted to the glass ball three times, "Lan He, come back."

"Blue River, come back!"

The glass ball in his hand began to vibrate violently, and a large number of cracks began to appear on the surface. With a snap, the glass ball in Xitong's hand exploded and disappeared into the air.

Xi Tong waited quietly for five minutes before he opened his phone and flipped through the pile of heavenly masters that Xi Qihuang had recommended to him, and picked out a name.

“Request to add 染江水 as a friend”

Xitong thought about it and filled in the verification message, "I know your horoscope."

The other party passed the friend certification almost instantly.

Ran Jiangshui: "Who are you?"

Xitong was a little embarrassed. How should I put it? No matter what my identity was, it seemed difficult to explain my behavior. Your director's son?

A001: "I am the consultant invited by your director."

Ran Jiangshui: "Were you invited by Director Zhang?"

A001: "How come I don't know your director's last name is Zhang?"

"It is really helpless to test you, fellow Daoist." Ran Jiangshui, that is, Lanhe, typed, "I don't know where Mr. Lu invited you, a master, from. Please give it a try."

It's so funny that it was born from his partner's birth.

Lan He was asking Xi Tong where his master came from and what school or sect he belonged to. Xi Tong typed with a stiff face, "I am self-taught, so my master is not worth mentioning."

"I need no thanks for your kindness. If you need any help from me, Lan, please feel free to tell me." Lan He was obviously a little anxious and sent voice messages one after another.

"I was a little reckless before. I fell into a trap while chasing a monster and unfortunately lost my life." His words were a bit old-fashioned and he typed very slowly. Xitong guessed that he typed one finger at a time.

"How did you...resurrect? How did I return to my current body?" Lan He asked anxiously. "Resurrecting human flesh and bones is against the will of heaven. Lan He is very happy that he can live in this world with a shameless face."

"But if I cause my fellow Taoist to suffer heaven's punishment... I would rather die than live."

"You didn't die before." Xitong was very satisfied and was willing to patiently explain, "It's just that your soul left your body and fell into an illusion."

Lu He's vision of people is really good. No wonder Lan He was able to wake up after being attacked by the Heart-Eating Demon. This person has a pure mind and a strong character. He himself survived a disaster, but he was actually thinking about whether Xi Tong would be punished by God.

Xi Tong sneered. Heaven's punishment? He wanted to see how powerful this Heaven's punishment was. He wanted to see if Shu dared to strike him with thunder.

If the monster hadn't set up another trick, it would only be a matter of time for Lan He to return to his body with his own strength.

Lan He understood. The so-called soul leaving the body usually occurs before a person dies. Part of the person's three souls and seven spirits will leave the body, and the deceased will have symptoms such as chills, incoherent speech, coma, etc.

If someone could perform a ritual to call back the soul, life span could be extended, but in most cases, birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal course of human life, and even a high-level celestial master is powerless.

Xitong pressed the microphone, "Do you have a clear memory recently? Do you still remember your last name?"

"Clearly." Lan He was somewhat surprised at the youthfulness of the other person's voice, but with the "previous experience" of his colleague Zhong Lixue, he did not care and quickly replied, "My name in that body is Liu Xiaoxia, and I seem to be a martial artist as well."

"Do you feel something is wrong?" Xitong asked.

"Although they are in the martial arts world, those masters may have some hidden illnesses." Lan He said tactfully, "Not only are their skills low, but their clothes and appearance are also very strange. They don't look like they have real kung fu."

Xitong already wanted to laugh. From just a few sentences, he could tell that Lan He was a very old-fashioned Taoist priest. This kind of person probably only learned typing recently, and his usual entertainment activity was watching TV.

If Zhong Li Xue encountered this situation, she would have probably guessed that she had traveled through time. She might even have suspected that she was traveling through time in another popular way, called traveling through a book.

"Have you seen this person?" Xitong called up the records and sent Meng Ruyan's photo.

"Mr. Meng! I recognize him!" Lan He said, "He may have just entered the martial arts world, so his boxing skills are a little immature, but he has great talent and is hardworking. He will definitely be famous in the martial arts world in the future."

"How did you get his picture?"

I wonder if Meng Ruyan has ever thought that there will be a day when she will be called a knight. Xitong further confirmed his thoughts, "Why don't you search the name 'Xia Chenze' on the Internet?"