Chapter 2 (2/2)

He felt at a loss.

Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at the sides of the hallway. Doors slowly opened one by one. Children poked their little heads out to look at Zhou Bai, who walked in the middle. They carefully examined Zhou Bai, their gazes full of curiosity and caution.

Zhou Bai noticed the youngest were seven or eight, and the oldest only 15 or 16. And there were Asians, white people, and black people…all different races. What was this place?

Speaking of, before he passed out…Zhou Bai recalled what happened before he fainted, concentrating his attention on his mind. As expected, the Deva Nine Disasters Auxiliary Practice System appeared again.

Degree of Taoification: 0%

Primordial Spirit Value: 10

Divine Map: Deva Nine Disasters

Laziness: 0

This thing…seems to have been invented to assist in the practice of so-called Deva Nine Disasters, he figured. Judging from Laziness, this thing might be a super plug-in.

But after Zhou Bai saw the 0 next to Laziness in his mind, he went blank for a moment.

That’s not right, he thought. I lay for so long on the patient’s bed. Why is it still 0?

He didn’t have time to think further; he had already arrived at a white door with the gloomy man. The man turned and said to the blond girl, “Elsa, wait here for us.” Then he turned to look at Zhou Bai, “Follow me.”

The blond girl named Elsa nodded but said, “Teacher, I’m hungry.”

The gloomy man’s face fell as he said, “Didn’t you just eat lunch?”

Elsa went blank, a strong hint of doubt flashed across her eyes. “But why am I still hungry?”

The gloomy man sighed helplessly and said, “You wait here. I’ll make you something to eat when I come out.”

Zhou Bai followed the gloomy man into the room and found it was an office. The gloomy man sat behind the desk, gesturing at the chair in front of him for Zhou Bai to take a seat.

Then he took out a stack of documents and asked Zhou Bai, “What’s your name?”

“Zhou Bai.”

“Age?”

Zhou Bai looked at his much younger body. “…I don’t know.”

“Where are you from?”

“China.”

The gloomy man raised his head, frowning. “China? Where is China?”

Zhou Bai went blank for a second and said with a laugh, “You don’t know where China is?” But the next moment he became stupefied because he suddenly found that the language he spoke, including the sentence he’d just said, wasn’t Chinese. It was a language he theoretically had never learned, but he somehow knew all the vocabulary and grammar and spoke it with the same proficiency as Chinese.

He didn’t realize this when he just woke up, but now that he paid attention to it, he suddenly became aware of this language issue.

What…language is this? he wondered. It’s not in my memory at all…This guy doesn’t even know China—is it a problem with translation? Or…?

Although he had a million questions, Zhou Bai looked at the unfamiliar man’s suspicious expression and forced down the matters in his mind.

He smiled and said, “Just a small place. Maybe you don’t know it.”