Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

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Linxian City.

The abnormality had actually already begun.

On the first day, nobody noticed.

On the second day, they still hadn't noticed, but some things had gradually become "exaggerated."

While Zhou Baiyu and the others were investigating the anomalies, Wu Yinsong was in a car on his way there.

The taxi driver started talking about a lot of gossip.

Taxi drivers in Linxian City, just like barbers, are particularly sociable professions.

They seemed to be on familiar terms with everyone.

Wu Yinsong's real name is Wu Yinsong. He had previously been arranged to stay in a residence constructed by Unique World.

As a member of Future Gate, coming to Linxian City was naturally to cope with the defense mode.

On the other hand, it was also to join Jiang Xianwu's squad.

Wu Yinsong indeed had the talents of a Gatherer. He believed that partnering with Jiang Xianwu wouldn't conflict with his identity as a member of the Future Gate guild, and they could cooperate pleasantly.

Because Jiang Xianwu's life force was very tough.

The taxi driver kept chatting, like about someone's wife in a certain neighborhood cheating, and taking a taxi with her lover.

The talk was quite realistic.

The desire for gossip is rooted in humans' very bones, even Wu Yinsong was a bit curious:

"Really?"

The driver was somewhat baffled:

"What do you mean 'really'? The important thing is to be sincere, right?"

Wu Yinsong nodded.

Indeed. Shouldn't one be sincere?

"Sir, are you in a rush?"

"What's up?" Wu Yinsong asked.

"If you're not in a hurry, I need to stop for gas. The gas station is nearby, it'll just take a few minutes," the driver said.

"No problem, I'm not in a rush," Wu Yinsong said as he looked out the window.

Soon, the taxi pulled into the gas station.

There was a bus stop right outside the station, and Wu Yinsong waited there for the bus.

At that moment, something strange happened.

A middle-aged man, wearing ragged clothes, hair sparse, reeking of alcohol, staggered along. As he approached the bus stop, Wu Yinsong felt an extremely uncomfortable presence.

The people around, also because of the strong smell of alcohol, stayed far away.

Everyone frowned in disgust. Clearly, nobody recognized such a person.

But the middle-aged drunk suddenly said to a lady in a white dress:

"Young lady, your dad's in the hospital, come with me to the hospital? I'll drive—burp—"

The man burped.

Wu Yinsong thought this was crazy, what nonsense was this drunk spouting?

Drive?

The woman clearly didn't know the drunkard, believing his words would be absurd.

He truly thought so, but on the other hand, Wu Yinsong suddenly flashed a doubt in his mind.

Maybe the drunk man was performing some kind of act? After all, how could a drunk person possibly driving?

His thoughts felt somewhat muddled.

The following event was also odd. The woman actually said:

"Oh my God, what happened to my dad? Is it serious?"

"Don't worry, I'll drive you there, he asked me to come find you."

"Okay, thank you."

"Right, I'll get a car, wait here for a moment."

Wu Yinsong felt something was off, but suddenly couldn't pinpoint what exactly.

Naturally, there were plenty of cars around the gas station. Wu Yinsong just saw the middle-aged drunk randomly approached a car, and whispered:

"I need to drive your car because there is something wrong with it, if you keep driving, an accident will happen."

Hearing this, the driver, terrified, stood up, and even thanked the middle-aged drunk.

Wu Yinsong was astonished, so one dared to speak, and one believed.

Afterward, the staggering middle-aged man took the woman's hand, got into the car, and the woman resisted slightly being pulled by hand, but the middle-aged man casually said:

"Studies have shown, holding a woman's hand makes driving faster. Miss, you don't want your father waiting at the hospital to see you, right?"

"You seem... to have been drinking?"

"No, that's just water. If you drink too much mineral water, you'll belch like this. Burp—"

This nonsensical talk made the woman believe it for a moment. She let her hand be held by the man, no longer thinking he was drunk.

Wu Yinsong stood there, stunned.

The people around them displayed worried expressions, along with looks of being entertained by the drama...

Yet, it seemed no one was surprised.

Soon, Wu Yinsong also found it strange. What am I astonished about?

In this world, what's most valued is honesty between people. Therefore, when people communicate, the most important thing is to tell the truth.

If the other party was telling the truth, then I should be calm, shouldn't I?

This logic gradually influenced Wu Yinsong.

Wu Yinsong didn't know that he had just brushed past the source of contamination.

Today, he believed two trivial facts—

Shaking hands with a woman can make you drive faster.

Drinking too much mineral water can make you burp as if you were drunk.

These statements, just like truths, were definitely true because since the other party had said them, they must be.

After all, being a person means being sincere, doesn't it?

As this logic emerged in Wu Yinsong's mind, the entire city of Linxiang was slowly... undergoing a transformation.

In this world, there will be no more lies.

The exchanges between people will be absolutely sincere.

This rule seemed good, and it definitely was what people pursued.

But when its existence exceeded a certain limit...

Everything started to taste different.

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The next day.

Everything in Linxiang was quietly changing.

As Zhou Baiyu went by, he passed a 7Days Inn.

A girl, holding a phone, was talking to her boyfriend.

She leaned against a blonde-haired youth, appearing quite sweet.

Making a call at this time probably aimed to seek some thrill.

In certain movies that only require two actors, there is often a plot where the wife secretly does something behind her husband's back.

Or the husband secretly does something behind his wife's back.

Then, during this process, they would call their other half, trying to keep it hidden while also enjoying the process of betraying them.

Humans are such creatures that court death.

The girl initially wanted to play such a game with the blonde, but when the man on the phone asked, "What are you doing?"

The girl suddenly hesitated, and her planned response was:

"Ah, husband, I'm booking a room with your brother Aliang."

The moment she finished speaking, the blonde named Aliang was shocked. But then, Aliang's expression returned to normal.

Zhou Baiyu, the bystander enjoying the drama, didn't understand.

Was this a filming set?

Or are young people nowadays really that bold?

Just then, Zhou Baiyu's phone buzzed with a notification— "Famous host promotes goods live, angers the client."

Zhou Baiyu paid no attention to the couple and opened the notification, feeling increasingly that it was absurd.

A well-known promotional host, during the advertising process, openly talked about each flaw of the client's product.

This wasn't some sort of disclaimer video, but a proper live sale broadcast.

The live room had already been banned.

But the video of the host's selling process had been wildly shared.

Because not only did it offend the client, it also offended the viewers.

"Don't use this shampoo. It won't magically grow your hair, look at these ingredients. If you use it, you'll lose hair. Oh of course, I'm just saying I myself shouldn't use it, not telling you guys. After all, the client did pay me money, and today I have the pressure to sell about two thousand bottles. Although you guys are all leeks that I usually call family because of the money, today is no different. Get ready, you bunch of victims, start buying now!"

After watching the video, Zhou Baiyu even thought it was some kind of bizarre edit...

Could this really be true? If this was real, even the greatest crisis PR wouldn't be able to save this host.

Zhou Baiyu thought this would be the highlight of his day.

But the continuously incoming messages made his phone vibrate like a massage stick.

A massive amount of "melons," shocking enough to explode on any normal day, came pouring in one after another.

An era of only truth had arrived.

Zhou Baiyu's eyes widened as he suddenly realized where the problem in Linxiang lay.

These absurd dramas were far from over; everything had just begun.