Try to evoke some special effects.

After all... a large part of the aliens' power comes from pollution."

The little red cloud, which was flapping its wings, stopped flying, and Cen Qiyun widened her eyes slightly.

For example, when she first read the book, she thought Shang Shuyan's ideas were fantastic, but they were simply impossible to realize...

Now, things seem to be turning around.

She took a small breath and spoke with a hint of surprise: "We have a "snowball" in the real world.

This is commercial arbitration, no, this is an advantage that no one else has.

They can only hear fragments of language when communicating in the real world. Faced with such a complex and ever-changing language, there are only these few "patterns" and no one can figure out the rules behind it.

But we can do it…and listen to it if we want to.”

Meng Yi turned his head in front of her and chuckled, "That's indeed the truth."

Since there is no clue to find the traces of gods in the real world, it is better to let Xuetuan play other roles.

Sometimes, you might be able to gain more knowledge and information by "dialogue" with the real world.

The God of Killing wants to obtain information in a roundabout way, so I will also take a roundabout way.

However, if this happens, Cen Qiyun will have more responsibilities on her shoulders.

My own plan also includes research on supernatural powers...

I hope that the apostles in other scholar paths can grow up as quickly as possible.

Or... find a way to lure Shang Shuyan over here?

The big arbitrator will be angry, right?

Well, it’s all for humanity…

Next, Cen Qiyun flew all the way to the office building with a pensive expression on her face.

She has already started thinking about how to carry out the research.

Is this...linguistics?

After going to rob at night, I would come back to the library to browse books.

Soon, the two came to the small conference room in the office building.

Now only Ning Xingxiu, Zhang Xier, Ye Linglan, and Fang Cunwen are here.

Oh...and Xiao Wu.

A small light bulb was circling around Zhang Xier, who was sitting upright, meeting Ning Xingxiu's gaze...

He muttered, "Stop making trouble. I'll go out and play with you later."

It seems that someone gets along well with the Holy City, and of course, gets along well with his boss as well.

Meng Yi chuckled, walked into the meeting room and sat down in his seat. Then, he glanced at the lively little light bulb.

The little light bulb was startled for a moment, then floated obediently behind him.

Well…others regard Xiaowu as a “holy city”, so they can cure it themselves.

Meng Yi cleared his throat and spoke directly:

"I contacted Old Turtle a while ago and wanted him to set up an intelligence network in Xin'an City. The purpose was to... monitor and search for information related to the Weaver.

oh…"

He then remembered that no one knew about the Weaver, so he added, "I have confirmed that the Weaver's position is hostile to us."

He pointed to the sky and said, "This is the influence of the gods."

Everyone nodded and thought to themselves...

Only Ning Xingxiu frowned slightly and said, "Old bastard? The old bastard from Jing'an City?

Um… you, uh, how many apostles under my command are there in Jing'an City?"

“No more, no more…”

Meng Yi coughed dryly, "That's all. Let's talk business. The old bastard needs a little help.

He was short of manpower, but many of the other apostles were at the sixth level. In terms of strength alone, there wasn't much of a problem, but...

They lack experience, and I wonder if we should send one or two people to help the old bastards get through the initial starting stage."

Ning Xingxiu subconsciously glanced at Zhang Xier... and Zhang Zhuanger beside him.

There was no other way. Everyone else had their own tasks, so the only one who could act as a temporary firefighter was Zhang Zhuang'er.