136: Chapter 136 Bloodline Reversion, Pan Shen

"I didn't expect that coming out for a trip, I would actually run into two perverts… What should I do?"

The dark red gemstone on the forehead of the mask lit up. Light poured out from the gemstone and fell onto Bai Wu, like an invisible net, covering her inside.

Bai Wu's gaze began to unfocus, and her pupils began to dilate.

It felt as if something was churning in her brain, and many images were flashing by.

Then Bai Wu lay down, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Zhang Qiming, wearing the mask, slowly turned around and looked at Wang Dashan.

His voice came from behind the mask: "I have discovered something interesting."

Zhang Qiming raised his hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed at the void.

His hand was not reaching for Bai Wu's body, but toward her slumbering mind.

Zhang Qiming's hand was like someone catching a dream that was flying away.

Then, as if he had grasped something, he withdrew his hand.

In his palm was a transparent orb of light; that was Bai Wu's memory, the memory of Wang Lin devouring Bai Wu.

Zhang Qiming held the memory in his palm and raised it in front of Wang Dashan.

Wang Dashan squinted his eyes, looking at that orb of memory as those images flashed by.

He saw Wang Lin standing in a white space, saw Wang Lin open his mouth, and darkness like an abyss poured out from Wang Lin's mouth.

He saw Wang Lin bite off Bai Wu's fist, bite off the Tiger Demon's claw, bite off a corner of the iron hammer, and also saw Wang Lin bite down on Bai Wu's chest…

"I didn't expect… this kid had such a trick up his sleeve… even I, his father, didn't know…"

"It's just that this last bit… was a bit ruthless…"

"I wonder if it will cause psychological trauma to the little girl…"

"Sigh… It's just that I didn't expect that the 'Fast, Ruthless, Accurate' I taught him since he was a child, this kid actually used in this place…"

"He really has a future…"

"Truly, there is always a mountain higher than another, and there is always someone stronger than the strong… The student has surpassed the master…"

Zhang Qiming looked at Wang Dashan: "Don't be modest, you and this kid are still quite a match…"

Wang Dashan glanced at him and then smiled: "Yeah… this kid… is becoming increasingly unfathomable…"

Zhang Qiming placed that memory back into Bai Wu's consciousness, his movements very light, as if returning a borrowed dream.

The light melted into Bai Wu's body, melting into her memories.

Her brows furrowed slightly, then smoothed out again; her face was devoid of any expression, calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Zhang Qiming turned around and looked at Wang Dashan: "What about her? Kill her? Or turn her into an idiot?"

Wang Dashan shook his head: "Kill her? What a pity."

He walked to the bedside, looking down at Bai Wu's pale face and her slightly pursed lips.

"I said before, I not only want her money, but I also want her person."

Wang Dashan turned around, facing Zhang Qiming: "Change her memory."

"Make her think she is a member of the Twelve Zodiacs, an undercover agent we sent to the Circus."

Zhang Qiming looked at him, his eyes lighting up: "Brilliant."

He turned around, walked to Bai Wu's bedside, and dark red light poured out from the gemstone.

Bai Wu's brows furrowed, her eyelids twitched, and her lips trembled slightly.

A transformation was taking place in her brain, just like someone was renovating the depths of her mind, repainting her soul.

Bai Wu's memory had been rewritten.

She was no longer a Dreamweaver raised by the Circus, but an undercover agent planted by the Twelve Zodiacs in the Circus.

She had been adopted, trained, and nurtured by the Twelve Zodiacs since childhood, and finally sent to the Circus to go undercover.

Everything about her, including her Superpower, her identity, and her past, had been given to her by the Twelve Zodiacs.

Her mission was to monitor the Circus, collect intelligence, and provide assistance to the Twelve Zodiacs at critical moments.

The corners of Bai Wu's mouth curled up slightly, her voice very soft: "I am… a member of the Twelve Zodiacs… I am… an undercover agent…"

Wang Dashan looked at her, a smile appearing on his lips: "The people from the Circus certainly wouldn't expect that the person they sent out to gather information would eventually become our pawn."

Zhang Qiming took off the mask and tucked it into his embrace: "We must make good use of this pawn."

Wang Dashan turned around and walked toward the door: "I didn't expect that the forbidden artifact you wanted most would actually be obtained by my son."

Zhang Qiming followed behind him, a step away, neither too far nor too close.

Those eyes peering from behind the lenses were slightly squinted, filled with a sense of gratification: "Yeah, I didn't expect it either."

"It seems the red envelopes over these years weren't given in vain."

"This Chinese New Year, I must add another thousand yuan for this kid."

Wang Dashan laughed out loud: "One thousand yuan? Are you trying to brush off a beggar?"

Zhang Qiming also smiled: "Then how much do you say I should give?"

Wang Dashan was silent for a moment, thought about it, and said: "Two thousand… it can't be any less."

Zhang Qiming laughed aloud: "Fine, two thousand it is, consider it me taking a small loss."

That laughter echoed in the morning corridor, like two old friends joking with each other.

The two walked out of the inn and into the morning light.

No one would notice two middle-aged men walking out of an inconspicuous inn.

The two crossed one street, then another, and walked into a small alley.

At the end of the alley, there was a door.

Wang Dashan pushed open the door and walked inside.

Behind the door was a small courtyard, where a van was parked; the van's body was covered in mud and scratches, and a faded peace talisman hung from the rearview mirror.

Zhang Qiming sat in the passenger seat, pushed up his glasses, took out the mask from his embrace, and looked at it over and over in his hands.

Wang Dashan looked at Zhang Qiming's fond expression and said: "Twelve Zodiacs, Wei Yang. Bloodline Atavism—Pan."

"One of your abilities is to devour others' memories and create panic."

Zhang Qiming continued: "The side effect of Nightmare is that by changing others' memories, one will lose their own memories."

"Once or twice is fine, but after many times, the user will become an idiot."

"So, although it is a forbidden artifact, it is the most useless one among all forbidden artifacts."

"No one dares to use it often, and no one wants to use it often."

He turned his head and looked at Wang Dashan: "But I am different; I have the bloodline of Pan."

"I can devour others' memories and use those memories to replace the memories I have lost."

"Others' memories are my memories. Others' lives are my backups."

"As long as my devouring Speed can keep up with the Speed of forgetting, I can ignore the side effects of Nightmare and use it an infinite number of times."

He held the mask up to his eyes, looking at that dark red gemstone: "This forbidden artifact is practically tailor-made for me."

Wang Dashan exhaled a puff of smoke; the smoke dispersed in front of the car window, obscuring his vision: "Yeah, who could have expected… the kid who brought this forbidden artifact out has only awakened for a little over a month."