Chapter 1146: Chapter 78: The Illusory Song of the Cyber Ghost (8)_3
Will ghosts target her because of this? This was her third failed attempt within two days. Will Ariel co to clean up personally upon noticing this minor anomaly? The woman’s fear grew deeper in her heart as she tried to convince herself not to let her mind wander. Just then, an unfamiliar sound of footsteps echoed outside the door, and her heart jumped into her throat.
The door opened, and a stranger who seed sowhat familiar, a gray-haired young man, stood at the entrance and waved in greeting.
“Long ti no see, Creyah Kalash,” Gongsun Ce said.
“Thank heaven…”
Creyah relaxed and lost her strength, collapsing onto the table. This forr old partner of Aorus was dressed in office attire and high heels, looking like a modern urban woman but appearing worn-out and lacking luster. Qiluo peered from behind Gongsun Ce and greeted, “Hi, hello! I rember you used to be a superpower user with Light Core? Yesterday you seed to want to et with Gongsun Ce, but then changed your mind.”
“It wasn’t my personal decision, it was…” Creyah nervously pressed her lips together. Gongsun Ce snapped his fingers, summoning a gray snake in the room.
“With Qiluo and watching, it won’t be detected, so feel free to speak.”
Creyah sighed in relief, standing up from the desk, “It’s Ariel Karash’s Impermanence Skill. That power seems to suppress people’s—I don’t know how to describe—’self-awareness’? I only discovered the drastic change after returning to the family; she’s completely controlled the Kalash family, and even with the totem, the family head cannot escape her grasp.”
Gongsun Ce nodded, “We’ve noticed, but how did you break free from it?”
Creyah instantly beca furious, “Aorus sohow brainwashed , his brainwashing skill conflicted with Ariel’s Impermanence Skill! That self-righteous idiot!!”
Gongsun Ce tried hard not to laugh, coughing twice: “Cough cough! The adept Creyah must have obtained so bargaining chips?”
Without a word, Creyah took out the information disk in her hand.
“This is the principle of real sound conversion phenona, the lady next to you, Qiluo, should be able to understand.” Creyah straightforwardly handed over the bargaining chip, “I don’t have the capital to negotiate with you, and now is not the ti to talk conditions. We can discuss compensation after resolving the Sound Curtain City crisis.”
“You’re more reliable than your sweetheart.”
“During Light Core days, I was responsible for more than half of the internal affairs, while that idiot only handled investnt and boasting,” Creyah said fiercely, “I request temporary protection.”
“You’re entitled to it, Miss Creyah.” Gongsun Ce promised, turning around to see Qiluo using her phone to read the information disk, her eyes glowing with excitent.
“Hello~” Gongsun Ce waved, “Miss Qiluo~?”
“When does Ariel’s concert start?” Qiluo suddenly asked.
“Tomorrow night at eight o’clock,” Gongsun Ce said, “I plan to crash the event then…”
“Using violence against her will only make it worse, I have a better way to handle this.” Qiluo hurriedly picked up her phone, “Only half a day left, ti is so tight… Help contact the City of Vault, hurry up, hurry up!”
·
Three minutes later, at Cecil Laboratory.
“Are you kidding ?!*” Doctor Cecil yelled at the communication screen, looking frantic, “You expect results within a day? Do you think I’m a wish machine, tossing a coin for solutions?!”
The black-haired Qiluo stood with hands on her hips in the center of the screen, speaking assertively as if giving an expert lecture, “Doctor Cecil, I’m providing you with the totem operation logic of the State of Real Sound; fundantally, it shares the sa information expression as Yun Yinglang’s ‘Purple Explosion.’ To put it in terms of the Impermanence Law Enforcer, it’s the authority of ‘real sound.’
Cecil bounced up from her seat, her face beaming with excitent: “Give the data, now!” She hung up after cursing a few tis, noticing the pink-haired information life form already appearing on every screen in the laboratory, arranging her work assignnts discreetly.
“Reference the design plans in Room 3B to design the musical instrunts. Group E and Group F, simulate scenarios using the map data.” Qiluo ford her hand into a gaphone, “Where is Yun Yinglang? Where’s the machine god!”
“I’m urgently mobilizing the machine god!” Mo Yuankai ran over, sweating profusely, gripping a newspaper tightly, “I saw the news and imdiately prepared. Should we go to Bibo State or State of Real Sound now?”
“No, have all three on standby in the City of Vault.”
“All standby?! Qiluo, are you aware of the situation?!” Mo Yuankai was dumbfounded.
“I exchanged views with Alandia two seconds ago; listen to , it’s correct.” Qiluo firmly stated, “Where is Yun Yinglang?”
“Here I am, here I am!” A purple-haired maid flew over through a burst of explosion smoke, saying eagerly, “Are you relying on my incredible wisdom?”
“Indeed, the organization has a daunting task for you.” Qiluo’s face on the screen was serious, “Yun Yinglang, join in composing.”
“Leave it to —huh?”
Yun Yinglang was montarily confused, pointing at herself stupidly: “? Compose?”
“Rely on your ability for testing; we’ll talk specifics as we work. Start now!”
“But I can’t read music…”
“Overco that with sheer montum if you have to, with sheer montum! Get Shiyu Linwu to co help you!”
The other machine god pilots only now arrived, extrely puzzled by the chaotic scene in the laboratory. Kardesia shaded her eyes, asking on behalf of everyone, “What’s going on?”
Shiyu Lianyi observed the situation for a while, affirming, “Seems like they’re helping Qiluo prepare for the concert.”
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