Chapter 30

The screen zooms in on the image captured by the scout bee.

The three-petal man and his men returned without any injuries, but except for Jiang Xiangyang, the whereabouts of the young men were nowhere to be found.

Jiang Xiangyang remembered that before he set off, he had asked Hei Chu whether he had accepted the young man. Hei Chu said that at that time, his master had just found the route to the main star he wanted to go to. The navigation system of the spaceship was too backward, and he was busy helping his master confirm the spatial dimension. He had not been to the "trading platform" for several days, so he simply left a signal, asking them not to send anyone over recently.

So the boy should not have been offered to the gods, but the boy was missing from the team that returned from the Gena tribe. Not only that, Jiang Xiangyang also noticed the strangeness in the positions of these people. If the team previously followed the lead of the three-petal man, now they are rudely excluding him.

The three-petal man walking in front no longer had the same high spirits as before. His back could no longer be straightened, as if he was carrying a very heavy rock, and his face looked dejected.

The little ball also looked at the image: "Is this a broken heart?"

Jiang Xiangyang: "It doesn't look like it."

Little Ball seriously questioned: "Yangyang has never been in a relationship, how do you know it's not like that?"

Jiang Xiangyang blushed and pinched its paw: "Even if I haven't talked about it, I haven't seen it yet! Okay, concentrate on watching."

The scout bees followed and filmed. Perhaps because of the solemnity of the "worship ceremony", there were still as many people gathered on the field in the morning. Even the old and frail priests put on a few more simple fur coats and looked around shivering in the cold wind. When they saw the three-petal men coming back without the boy behind them, they thought that the boy had been successfully "sacrificed" and walked up to the three-petal men with great joy and stretched out their hands.

The three-petal man didn't move and didn't take out anything.

The scene that followed was extremely chaotic. The old priest's expression suddenly became ferocious. He pointed at the three-petal man and started cursing loudly. The scout bee was knocked back and forth by the chaotic crowd. Jiang Xiangyang could only barely make out two lines of the three-petal man's mouth.

The first sentence is 'I angered the gods', and the second sentence is 'I let him go'.

The reconnaissance bee, which was unable to dodge in time, was crushed by someone's foot, and the picture went out. Jiang Xiangyang stared at the electronic screen for a long time, unable to calm down, and wanted to desperately play out the subsequent pictures.

He held the equally restless little ball in his arms and asked, "Black Touch said it left a signal—because it's busy, so it won't be accepting signals lately, right?"

The little ball hesitated: "According to my understanding of the black tentacles..."

Jiang Xiangyang was in a heavy mood, but still had some hope.

Little Ball: "It won't keep the first half of the sentence explaining the reason, and even if it does, the second half won't be in a good tone."

Jiang Xiangyang: “…”

Little Ball: “…”

Jiang Xiangyang: "So everyone thinks the three-petal man really angered the gods?"

Little Ball: "That should be the case... I guess."

Jiang Xiangyang: "But that's not right. There's no reason. The three-petal man didn't do anything wrong."

The little ball analyzed: "Yes, the boy was a slave who escaped and was recaptured. He didn't volunteer to be offered to the gods. Also, the three-petaled man wanted to protect the boy and wanted to steal Yangyang, who didn't belong to the Gena tribe, and use him as a sacrifice."

Jiang Xiangyang: "That seems to make some sense... No, he didn't stop me at the time. Is that what you mean? No, no, what happened afterwards? Did the other scout bees film the follow-up?"

The little ball shook his head. "The distance is too far. I can't control the scout bee. The shooting trajectory automatically adjusts to evenly spaced fixed-point shooting. There is only one scout bee responsible for that area."

Jiang Xiangyang was practically rubbing the skin off his temples. Even he sensed the weakness in his tone: "According to your analysis of the philosophy and customs of this place, what will happen to those who anger the gods?"

The little ball said, "There are two outcomes."

"Which two?"

"The first one is death."

"...The second one?"

"Tormented to death."

Jiang Xiangyang felt that he couldn't have a good conversation anymore.

Little Ball: "Reality is so harsh. It's impossible to be as smooth as in TV dramas. Yangyang, you have to get used to it sooner."

Jiang Xiangyang: "Baby, hold back your tears first. Where did that boy go?"

The little ball wiped the tears that only existed on the electronic screen with its paw. The electronic voice was very vague: "I'll look for it. According to the plot of the TV series, the boy must not be able to bear to see his lover being tortured like this. Maybe he has been wandering around these days looking for an opportunity to save her..."

Jiang Xiangyang's mouth twitched, and he touched its little head: "You just said this is reality, not electricity..."

Little Ball: "Found it."

Jiang Xiangyang was surprised: "So fast?"

Little Ball: "Because it's not far... He seems to be just fifty meters to our left."

Jiang Xiangyang: “…”

The little ball's claws pointed to a hidden bush. A delicate and thin figure was vigilantly observing the movements of the Gna people. The boy, who only had a grass skirt tied around his waist, was half-crouching, causing most of his buttocks to be exposed, revealing his spring scenery.

Jiang Xiangyang: “…”

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"No, actually." The commander's well-defined hands showed bulging veins, but his gaze remained calm. "Based on the live video feed inserted just before the image was shown, we can't even confirm whether he's dead or alive."

Everyone: “…”

The hot-tempered man gritted his teeth and slammed his fist on the table. The gentleman pushed his glasses, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said nothing more.

"The person in charge of Station X has already cooperated and changed the live broadcast path to the confidential archives. Rest assured, if there is any news later, we will be notified first." After all, the commander had experienced many ups and downs, so he concealed his emotions well. "That's it, let's disperse..."

The communicator in the upper left corner suddenly sent out a rapid signal. The commander identified the source of the signal wave in less than a second, and then connected to the communication in less than half a second. The speed was so fast that he did not seem like a civilian who had not touched a mecha for decades.

"Commander, the signal from the target person was just at 1:56 PM—"

The commander waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense and get the content into the conference room immediately!"

"Good Commander!"

Those sitting here were all meritorious people who had experienced countless battles on the battlefield and crawled out of the pile of corpses. But when they heard this, they couldn't help but stand up and stare at the big screen in front of them.

The commander was still sitting in the chair, his legs didn't tremble at all, but his tightly clasped fingers clearly revealed the unrest in his heart.

The uploaded content finally started to play on the big screen as everyone was eagerly waiting. First there was a scene of a blazing fire. Jiang Xiangyang was unceremoniously carried by a tattooed man along the path into the Gena tribe. Then the picture flashed and the young man was unceremoniously thrown into a straw hut. Then the picture went out.

If this scene was chosen to be broadcast in a TV series, it would definitely be listed as a suspense segment that would make countless viewers beat their chests and stamp their feet. However, this is not a TV series, and the people present are not ordinary audiences. Just based on such a moment, the hot temper almost made the table smash a hole.

Without needing the scumbag to say anything, another more prestigious retired cadre slammed his particle gun down on the table and sneered, "Just keep quiet!"

Bad temper: "......"

The old cadre used to be his mentor. Even though he was in a high position now, he didn't dare to confront the other party head-on due to his hot temper. He had to keep quiet and watch silently with everyone else, just like a young wife being bullied.

After that, there were landscape photos taken from various angles. Each one was pleasing to the eye and could be used as a desktop wallpaper. However, the people present did not want to appreciate them. Their worry about Jiang Xiangyang made them feel itchy. Finally, the picture of Jiang Xiangyang appeared on the screen again. This time the clip was very long. It showed Jiang Xiangyang and the teenager being escorted to the ore mountain by the tattooed men.

"What kind of ceremony are they going to hold?" a certain councilor with a sharp eye said.

The team on the screen heard footsteps, and the people present subconsciously held their breath. They were a little surprised that the three-petal man could throw the rope five meters high by human power, and they couldn't help but laugh and scold Jiang Xiangyang for suddenly stepping forward to teach the boy how to climb the mountain. Finally, the camera followed into the mountain and the picture was suddenly turned off again.

It was totally unexpected!

Which photographer took this photo? Don’t you want to eat?!

The content uploaded this time is just these two short videos, neither too long nor too short, and countless landscape pictures. The crises come one after another, which is really ups and downs. Even the commander who knows the true identity of the photographer can't help but want to shoot the little ball.

Grumpy said, "That's all?"

The gentleman scum breathed out a foul breath: "That's all."

Grumpy's eyes widened, and his tone was full of disbelief: "Is this the end!?"

The gentleman raised his voice impatiently: "What else do you want?"

Hot-tempered's face flushed red as he yelled at him, "So I can do whatever I want!?"

Everyone: “…” There’s something wrong with the atmosphere.

Commander: "Wait, it's not over yet, look at this."

The heads of the two rows of people turned in unison, their movements coordinated as could be.

The commander pressed the replay button.

The live video is 3.78 seconds long, without any noisy sounds, only the gentle rustling of the wind. In the video, a spirited face is magnified, as if facing the camera, with the corners of her mouth slightly pursed, with a bit of pure and immature nervousness.