"Jiang Xiaoyue!" Shang Jianyao jumped up. "You're still alive?"

Jiang Xiaoyue replied without any expression:

"Of course, I'm still alive."

"Weren't you in a vegetative state?" Shang Jianyao looked shocked.

Sitting cross-legged on the bay window, Jiang Xiaoyue coldly said:

"Cured."

Clap clap clap, Shang Jianyao applauded and sincerely praised:

"A medical miracle."

Jiang Xiaoyue's eyebrows twitched slightly upon hearing that.

Possibly noticing the sarcasm in the sentence, Shang Jianyao quickly shifted her attention:

"Why do people who enter your room get 'Heartless Disease'?"

Jiang Xiaoyue slightly raised her chin and said:

"How can one waste food that's delivered to their door?"

Shang Jianyao was silent for a while, then argued:

"But I entered 'Dawn's' dream and nothing happened."

"What he thinks has nothing to do with me." Jiang Xiaoyue still had that forced-to-work expression and tone.

Shang Jianyao was silent again, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't seem to care whether anyone was talking, still sitting cross-legged on the bay window, looking at Shang Jianyao at the door.

Shang Jianyao said with an extremely calm and serious expression:

"I remember that your room number in the 'Mental Corridor' was '503'."

Jiang Xiaoyue nodded lightly, without making a sound.

Shang Jianyao continued:

"This is 'Zhuang Sheng's' mental world?"

"Not entirely." Jiang Xiaoyue's expression changed slightly.

Shang Jianyao continued:

"The first person I encountered here was suspected to be April's Arbiter, 'Twisted Shadow.' Then are you May's Arbiter, 'The Overseer'?"

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't give a direct answer:

"That's not important. What's important is the choice you make next."

"Are you here to stop me like 'Twisted Shadow'?" Shang Jianyao quietly took a step towards the door.

"Stop" included the option of humane extermination.

Jiang Xiaoyue revealed a faint, unsmiling smile:

"Theoretically, I should be doing that, but I'm a little hesitant, which is why I'm talking to you so much.

"I've figured it out now. Even if the status quo is to be maintained, it must be under my leadership.

"You can leave this room now. You can pass through this area in any way you want after this."

"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao tried his best to control the one who hated evil and claimed to be the embodiment of justice, while slowly moving his feet back onto the corridor.

Just then, the honest Shang Jianyao, unattended, manipulated the body and asked:

"I have a question. Were you really dating that middle-aged tycoon back then?"

The air in the room suddenly froze, and the light dimmed a lot.

Shang Jianyao hurriedly raised his hands and covered his mouth.

They wished they could beat the honest one to death on the spot.

Jiang Xiaoyue narrowed her eyes slightly and muttered to herself:

"I didn't want to stop you in the first place..."

With a *whoosh* sound, illusory lines emerged around Shang Jianyao, one after another.

They came from Jiang Xiaoyue, extending towards Shang Jianyao's body, densely packed and countless.

"Mind control?" Shang Jianyao shouted in horror, turned around, and ran.

The illusory lines converged into waves, surging towards his back in layers.

In this process, no matter what abilities Shang Jianyao used, they were all like stones sinking into the sea, without any response.

Seeing that the illusory lines were about to pierce into the back of Shang Jianyao's head and back, Jiang Xiaoyue's expression changed, and she raised her right hand and pressed down lightly.

The illusory lines disappeared instantly, all of them disappeared.

Shang Jianyao didn't notice anything, running wildly like a charging bull.

After running for a while, seeing that nothing seemed to be happening to him, Shang Jianyao stopped.

"This place is really dangerous," he sighed sincerely. "I can't beat anyone!"

He then stroked his chin:

"Why did Jiang Xiaoyue say that this place isn't entirely 'Zhuang Sheng's' mental world?"

Muttering to himself, Shang Jianyao looked around, observing where he had escaped to.

His current location remained in a "maze" state, with five corridors leading in different directions.

The ceilings, walls, and floors were still painted with white paint, and the doors on both sides were painted different colors.

This made Shang Jianyao completely unable to figure out where he had come to.

"Moreover, where should I go next? I can't just check each room one by one, right? That's too dangerous..." The sinister and vicious Shang Jianyao was a little scared of his current situation.

He didn't even know how to leave this "maze," or rather, he didn't know where the exit was, and his retreat had been blocked. If he wanted to leave, he could only find another way.

Just as Shang Jianyao was about to look for the rules of the "maze," he heard a slight movement coming from a room in front of his side.

Immediately afterward, the corresponding white wooden door opened by itself.

Shang Jianyao, both curious and vigilant, leaned to the other side, preparing to look into the room.

Suddenly, a slightly clear male voice sounded in the room:

"Don't you want to know the current situation and what to do next? Come in, and I'll tell you."

This was in Red River language.

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" Shang Jianyao was very cautious.

He had completed the move and began to look in.

He then saw a male figure wearing a colorful shirt.

The voice replied:

"I don't need to go to so much trouble to deceive you."

"That sounds so familiar..." Shang Jianyao muttered to himself, "Give me a written guarantee!"

The person in the room was silent, seemingly not knowing how to respond for a moment.

After a few seconds, he said:

"Apart from me, no one else will give you the answer. You have no choice."

"How do I know if that sentence is lying to me?" Shang Jianyao said, but his body, led by the reckless Shang Jianyao, honestly walked towards the room.

At the same time, he repeatedly emphasized:

"You said it yourself. It's absolutely impossible to deceive me."

This sentence contained the power of "Thought Implantation."

From the beginning, Shang Jianyao was preparing for "Thought Implantation."

Of course, he had no way of knowing whether it would eventually work. Winston Garland and Jiang Xiaoyue, whom he had met here, had both "exempted" themselves from his influence in some way.

After arriving at the door of the room, Shang Jianyao clearly saw the appearance of the speaker:

He was a young man, with golden hair parted in a three-seven style. He was of above-average appearance, and his glances revealed a clear sense of arrogance.

At this time, he was sitting on a padded-back chair, wearing a colorful shirt and loose beach pants, with sunglasses on his head. He looked like he was on vacation.

Although Shang Jianyao was no longer entangled in the question of deception, the young man still resolved his previous concerns:

"If deception was useful, you wouldn't need to bear the subsequent events."

"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked, puzzled.

The young man's voice lowered a little:

"You'll know later."

"Oh," Shang Jianyao politely asked. "What's your name?"

The young man smiled:

"We haven't met for long. I am 'Truth'."

"You're 'Truth'? You didn't sound like that before!" Shang Jianyao was shocked.

"Truth" answered this trivial question:

"On the one hand, I had some problems before. My speech outside the High Tower was affected. On the other hand, that kind of speaking style is more in line with the identity of a quasi-Arbiter."

"I like the second reason," Shang Jianyao applauded.

Then, he asked curiously:

"What is a quasi-Arbiter?"

"Truth's" expression turned cold:

"A quasi-Arbiter is an existence that will definitely become an Arbiter."

"You want to replace 'The Weakling'?" Shang Jianyao thought of the speculations inside the "Old Task Force."

"Truth" revealed a sarcastic smile:

"That softie, replacing him is only a matter of time. Moreover, he is standing on the side of maintaining the status quo.

"Heh, I can tell you now that 'The Weakling's' price is weakness. He is now an incurable softie. Even if you are not an Arbiter, if you are tough on him, he will yield."

Shang Jianyao looked delighted:

"So that's how it is."

He then asked:

"Why are you helping me?"

"Truth" replied:

"For freedom, and for the future of the Greylands."

"How so?" Shang Jianyao asked.

"Truth" smiled:

"Most Arbiters no longer want to maintain the status quo and hope to get rid of the game rules set by 'Zhuang Sheng.'

"And in the Greylands, 'Fate' has prepared suitable bodies for us. In that case, we no longer need to feed on human consciousness, but only need to replace our bodies regularly to maintain our state. And we will also restrain the behavior of the Awakened, so that the humans in the Greylands can completely get rid of the trouble of 'Heartless Disease.'"

Shang Jianyao suddenly understood:

"The Big Boss is in the camp that wants to change the status quo?

"Are we the chosen ones, the people of destiny, selected by Him?"

"Truth" seemed to answer every question. He smiled and said:

"Although it's not entirely accurate, you can say that. After all, you are the only Old Task Force that has succeeded out of so many."

"Successfully found the real 'New World'?" Shang Jianyao asked calmly and rationally.

"Truth" shook his head:

"How could 'Fate' not know the real reason for the destruction of the Old World and the essence of 'Heartless Disease'? How could she not know where the real 'New World' is?

"She sent out Old Task Forces only hoping that you would come into contact with those personalities of 'Zhuang Sheng' scattered in the Greylands in the process and make friends with one of them.

"The personalities of 'Zhuang Sheng' always appear and walk around the things related to the Old World, but the other Old Task Forces have failed for various reasons."