Noah era

Chapter 6 Can you take care of me?

"Is that right?"

Lin An replied to Zhao Zhuo perfunctorily, and more attention was drawn to the panel in front of him.

【 Ability 】: Mindfulness (A-level)

[Source Technique]: None

[Martial Art]: First Rank Martial Apprentice

[Tactics]: None

What is this?

Lin An curiously touched it with his hand, only to find that his hand had passed through it, and there was nothing else in the void.

"What's going on?"

Sensing that Lin An was somewhat abnormal, Zhao Zhuo asked with concern.

"So, Zhao Zhuo, can you see this?"

Lin An pointed to the panel in front of him and asked curiously.

"Hmm? What are you talking about? It's inexplicable."

Zhao Zhuo looked around, scratching his head for no apparent reason.

After a while, he suddenly looked at Lin An and pounded his left fist towards his right palm, as if striking the sound with one stroke.

"You're not having a bad brain, are you?"

Lin An gave him a white glance:

"I'm sorry, I've always been smarter than you. I've really wronged you."

Ignoring Zhao Zhuo's impending attack, Lin An continued to look at the panel.

Is this a system?

Lin An recalled that before falling asleep last night, he seemed to have seen something flashing past him, which should be it.

Lin An was stunned for a while, with only one thought in his heart - was this a favor from heaven or a trouble for himself?

Who dares to set up systems and programs in this era? The level of development of the mechanical family has far exceeded that of the beginning of the mechanical era. They are completely hackers and can easily invade and tamper with.

"However, with the erudition of Senior Lu Ya, these issues should not arise."

Looking back on what he saw in his dream, Lin An knew that Lu Ya had placed his hope on him, and perhaps he was the key to that ark.

"What are you muttering about?"

Zhao Zhuo noticed that Lin An had been staring ahead since waking up, and his face was also gloomy and uncertain. He leaned over to Lin An and placed his palm on his forehead, then patted Lin An's shoulder to comfort him:

"I think I should go find a nurse to help you check your brain."

Lin An glanced at Zhao Zhuo, who was looking for a taxi, and was about to say something when he was interrupted by the sound of the door being pushed open.

The person entering was a woman with a cold face. She was wearing a tight fitting uniform, as if she didn't like long sleeves and deliberately curled them short. Her long hair was tied in a low ponytail, and her distinct strands were neatly tied up. Paired with her tall figure, she had an elegant and aloof temperament.

"Ten fingertips are like bamboo shoots, wrists are like white lotus roots. They are as white as snow, and skin is like condensed fat. In one word, 'Sa'."

Lin An instinctively blurted out.

Zhao Zhuo widened his eyes and couldn't believe his ears. He whispered, "I'll go, Lin An. Do you know who she is?"