I remember... there seemed to be another voice...
The voice was both strange and familiar, like...
If I had to describe it, the feeling was incredibly mysterious and indescribable.
It was as if another personality had inexplicably appeared within my body.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan's heart suddenly skipped a beat!
Could it be that he guessed right, and it really is a different personality?
Going deeper, if he continues to use his trump card to save himself, won't his current personality be gradually replaced?
If that's the case, will he still be himself?
The more Jiang Fan thought about it, the deeper his fear and lingering dread became.
"System, come out and explain! What exactly is this 'life-saving trump card'? It's not some kind of possession or something, is it?"
[Master, you've been reading too many novels. With this system around, how could such a thing possibly happen?]
"But why do I feel like there's another person here?" Jiang Fan continued to ask.
Don't worry, it's been just you from beginning to end, absolutely no one else!
The system's tone was so forceful and authoritative that it was impossible to find fault with it.
In other words, it has no physical form; if it did, it would definitely be pounding its chest in front of Jiang Fan to vouch for it.
It was precisely because the system spoke in such a frank tone, with every word and even every syllable so powerful and confident, that Jiang Fan couldn't find a single fault with it.
Perhaps he's overthinking things.
However, the feeling that it was as if another person had inexplicably appeared in one's body did not seem fake, nor did it seem like a hallucination.
In short, it's mysterious, yet very real.
You're not lying to me?
[This system never lies. As for how you feel... well... it's a secret. You'll find out later, but I can't tell you now, hehe.]
Hehe, my foot!
Jiang Fan mentally complained, then gradually calmed down.
Although he didn't completely trust the system's words, and he knew that the system was hiding something from him, he just felt that the system wouldn't harm him.
Before long, Jiang Fan and the Little Turtle returned to the Southern Wilderness Fortress.
Xu Zhenyue and the Crazy Old Man were drinking and eating, of course, the food he had cooked.
" Commander Li, just admit it, he's the apprentice you took in, isn't he?"
When Xu Zhenyue asked this question, his gaze toward Jiang Fan was full of admiration.
"Since you've figured it out, why ask?" The Crazy Old Man had no intention of hiding it from his loyal old subordinate.
"Hahaha! I was wrong after all. I knew you wouldn't take such a talented young man as your disciple, but—"
Xu Zhenyue abruptly changed the subject, his brows furrowing as he asked with a puzzled expression, "He is indeed a great talent, but I don't understand. He hasn't fully matured yet. How could you bear to leave him alone in the Southern Wilderness Fortress? I know you want to train him. But this is the Southern Wilderness Fortress, where corpses pile up like mountains every day. If he were to perish here, wouldn't that be an irreversible loss for our Great Xia?"
"Is it my fault?"
The Crazy Old Man blurted out a curse word without any regard for his image.
"Not you?" Xu Zhenyue was slightly taken aback.
"Nonsense!" The Crazy Old Man glared at him. "I admit, I like to mess around, but at most I'll send him to the Outer Wilderness Zone for training, I would never send him to die in the Southern Wilderness Fortress."
"What about him?"
"Strictly speaking, it's Yan's fault." The Crazy Old Man felt that what he said made no problem.
"Huh? Yan Shuai?"
Upon hearing Yan Tianyang, Xu Zhenyue was taken aback. Why was Yan Shuai being brought up all of a sudden? But then he thought about it and realized that Yan Shuai must know that Jiang Fan was Great Psychic at such a young age.
"Did Yan Shuai send him here? That's impossible, isn't it? Yan Shuai can be unreliable sometimes, but he's still better than you—"
Only after saying this did Xu Zhenyue realize he had spoken too quickly, and then he saw the Crazy Old Man looking at him with his smiling eyes.
She just stared at him, fixed on him, and said, "Go on, continue."
Sensing the danger in the other person's eyes, Xu Zhenyue quickly changed the subject and got up to go to Jiang Fan's side.
" Jiang Fan, you have done me a great favor this time in the Southern Wilderness Fortress. The Southern Wilderness Fortress is barren, and I have nothing good to give you, so I can only give you my precious daughter."
Before Jiang Fan could react, the Crazy Old Man spat out a mouthful of wine.
"You old rascal, you really know how to take advantage!"
"Hehehe, I'm not exactly getting the better deal. My granddaughter may not be a stunning beauty, but she's definitely gorgeous. The number of people coming to propose marriage is so high they've practically worn down our doorstep."
"Damn it! You're his grandfather, and I'm his master? So I'm a generation below you?" The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes.
Xu Zhenyue, fearing the Crazy Old Man would attack him at any moment, quickly explained, "What era are we living in? These days, everyone has their own opinion."
The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes again, "You agree, but I'm afraid someone else won't."
Xu Zhenyue assumed the "someone "the Crazy Old Man was referring to was Jiang Fan, so he immediately began his self-promotional pitch to Jiang Fan.
"Old man, I never exaggerate. My granddaughter is not only beautiful, but her figure is also exceptional. Moreover, she's only five years older than you. As the saying goes, 'A woman three years older is like a gold brick, a woman five years older is like a tiger.' I guarantee you'll be absolutely satisfied when you see her!"
Jiang Fan's lips twitched. Was the car going this fast from the start? He's just a kid, okay?
Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted in from the doorway.
This taste--
Why does it look so familiar?
Before Jiang Fan could react, he heard a charming voice.
"My dearest Xiao Fan Fan, have you missed me?"
That seductive, bone-chilling voice sent shivers down Jiang Fan's spine, making even the hairs on his skin stand on end.
Among all the people he knew, who else could possess such a naturally alluring voice besides the fat man's ancestor?
Before he could figure out how Wang Yao had arrived, the red figure had already flashed to his side. Her fair arms emerged from the wide silk sleeves and wrapped around his waist like an octopus, holding him tightly.
Actually, compared to the hand gripping his waist, the real culprit was the pressure above him that was suffocating him.
"Quickly—let go, I can't breathe!"
Jiang Fan's face turned red and then purple as he inhaled less and less oxygen. However, the woman holding him tightly was too excited, and the more he spoke, the tighter her grip became.
Having no other choice, he could only cast a pleading look at the Crazy Old Man.
"Quick, save me! Otherwise—you'll lose—me, my wonderful disciple."
Hearing Jiang Fan's cry for help, the Crazy Old Man finally snapped out of his indescribable daze.