Chapter 49 Fragments? The fifth piece!
A cluster of small flames danced in Tang Jingmo's eyes. He tapped the table with his fingertips, making seven regular sounds: "Dragon God Mountain, fragments, Yang girl."
Xiaobai sat up suddenly, vines sprouting from his sleeves.
"Could the 'system' in Yang Xueying's mind be the fifth fragment?"
Xiaobai pointed at the location of his sea of consciousness and said, "Last time when she used time travel, I saw her energy light. At that time, I thought it was a supernatural power. Now that I think about it carefully, it seems a little different."
Tang Jingmo's spiritual power condensed into light blue dots in the air, forming the energy spectrum when Yang Xueying used "Time Travel":
"Look here—" He pointed to the unnatural wave pattern in the graph, "This is not a supernatural wave, it's a digital signal."
He recalled a scientific research base he had searched for in the last days.
"I seem to have seen this signal before," he fell into deep thought, trying to find clues from his distant memories.
"Hmm... the code of the intelligent system that appeared before the end of the world."
Xiaobai felt that he was only a thin film away from the truth.
"If the fragments have intelligence, it means they can communicate with each other. Even if we don't look for them, they will find a way to appear in front of us."
She suddenly slammed her fist on the table, causing the tea bowl to jump up and then fall down again: "The people behind us are so abominable! From the time we were reborn until now, we have been led by the nose!"
She gritted her teeth, "Just wait! One day I will pull it out and twist it into dust!"
"Someone is planning something." Tang Jingmo held down her angry hand, "But there may not be only one player."
He unfolded the map and pointed to a place in the Longshen Mountains. "Here, ancient books record that there was a Taoist temple in the pre-Qin period, but there were no statues of gods enshrined in the temple."
Tang Jingmo's fingers slid along the mountain range, "More like... a gatekeeper."
"Gatekeeper?" Xiaobai frowned.
"Guarding the ruins of the foreign civilization under Dragon God Mountain."
"Is it the so-called rules again..." Xiaobai muttered to himself, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, as if something was about to break out of the ground.
She clenched her fists tightly, digging her nails into her palms - the tearing feeling came and went quickly, but the pain that penetrated her bones could not be shaken off.
She lowered her head, and the loose hair on her forehead hid the anger surging in her eyes.
In the corner, Song Wan covered Gu Zhongzhang's mouth tightly, and the veins on her arms were bulging.
Gu Zhongzhang rolled his eyes because of her strangling him, but he still pricked up his ears to listen to gossip.
Xiaobai glanced over.
Song Wan immediately smiled flatteringly: "We didn't hear anything! We don't know anything!"
She winked at Gu Zhongzhang frantically, wishing she had a magic wand in her hand to cast a silencing spell on him.
"Let him go." Tang Jingmo shook his head helplessly, "Hold back whatever you want to ask. I'll tell you when the time comes."
Song Wan finally let go, and Gu Zhongzhang gasped for breath, but his eyes were frighteningly bright: "Understood! I'm the most tight-lipped!"
He was as excited as a child who had discovered a new toy, and didn't notice at all that the words "I want gossip" were written all over his face.
The reason why Tang Jingmo and Xiaobai did not avoid it was because they took into account the special identity of Song Wan - she knew this history better than them.
The following matters cannot be done without their help. Trust the people you employ, and do not employ the people you doubt.
Suddenly, a loud thunder struck outside the window, and an invisible energy wave returned to Tang Jingmo.
He picked up a pen and drew a new route on the edge of the map - it was exactly the destination that the Yang father and daughter took a detour to.
"They didn't return to Beijing?" Xiaobai narrowed his eyes.
"I got off the train halfway," Tang Jingmo tapped the mark with his fingertips, "and took a detour to a small village three hundred miles away."
At the same time, on the rugged mountain road, a military jeep was struggling to move forward in the heavy rain.
Inside the car, Yang Zhongxiu had a gloomy face and asked, "Has that person been found?" His voice sounded particularly cold in the bumpy ride.
Secretary Chen trembled as he unfolded the note: "I found it, but the conditions he proposed..."
He swallowed, "It's a bit strange and hard to get."
Yang Zhongxiu took the note, looked down at it, frowned, glanced at Yang Xueying who was sleeping with her eyes closed beside him, and relaxed his brows again.
"Agree first, but we have to see his ability! Otherwise..."
Yang Xueying suddenly opened her eyes - her pupils had completely turned into a mechanical blue.
"Warning! Low energy! Low energy! About to go into hibernation!"
Under the car, a dark green leaf is quietly attached to the fuel tank, and the energy flowing in the leaf veins is the same as that of the small white vine...
Yang Zhongxiu's jeep rolled over the muddy mountain road and finally stopped in front of a deserted village.
Among the broken walls, a few dilapidated earthen houses looked particularly eerie in the heavy rain.
"It's here." Yang Zhongxiu opened a black umbrella, and the rain dripped along the ribs of the umbrella, making small holes in the mud.
He looked up at the old locust tree in the center of the village that had been struck by lightning. There was a vague symbol engraved on the trunk, which was the "dragon eye" recorded in the ancient books handed down by the Yang family.
Secretary Chen held the heavy lead box in his arms, his voice trembling: "Minister Yang, do you really want to do this? What if..."
"There is no such thing as a one-time event." Yang Zhongxiu sneered, "Next year's disaster will kill 240,000 people. It is a fait accompli. We are just... collecting a little interest in advance."
In the dim ancestral hall, Yang Xueying sat stiffly on an armchair, her pupils had turned completely dark blue.
"Is this the prophet?!" an old voice sounded.
Secretary Chen secretly glanced at the person who was speaking. He was obviously a young man of the same age as him, but he spoke in an old and frail voice. He was indeed an immortal.
"Mr. Cang, I leave everything to you!" Yang Zhongxiu clasped his hands together.
"Okay, okay, happy cooperation!" Old Cang walked around Yang Xueying and nodded with satisfaction.
"Tomorrow night, this time is the best time to turn the world upside down. It is also the time for you and me to accomplish our mission. We must not make any mistakes!"
With Cang Lao's repeated warnings, Yang Zhongxiu naturally did not dare to relax. He used his authority to mobilize the surrounding armed forces to seal the mountain overnight, and no one was allowed to approach.
Time flies, the sun rises and the moon sets, and 24 hours are over in the blink of an eye.
On the hill three hundred meters away from the ancestral hall, Xiaobai looked out from the distance and said, "Sure enough, it's here."
Tang Jingmo closed his eyes and felt everything around him: "There are energy fluctuations. There is something strange about that village."
"What does Yang Zhongxiu want to do?" Gu Zhongzhang held up a telescope and observed, lowering his voice, "He doesn't really believe in some elixir of immortality, does he?"
"It's worse than that." Xiao Bai sneered, "He wants to use 240,000 lives to exchange for a hundred years of luck for the Yang family."
"Zhong Zhang, have the local comrades been notified?" Tang Jingmo lowered his voice, "We must catch the perpetrators red-handed this time."
Gu Zhongzhang opened his collar, revealing the miniature camera hidden inside: "Don't worry."
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and there was no trace of his usual carefree look.
"Reporters from the provincial newspaper are already waiting at the foot of the mountain - Minister Yang is taking the lead in promoting feudal superstition. Isn't this a sensational headline?"
He cracked his knuckles with a sneer, "With Hei Zi as a witness, plus the 'prescription' signed by him... and the people called in this time... they are just tying themselves up in knots!"
He took out a yellowed piece of paper from his inner pocket, on which was clearly written "10 milliliters of cerebrospinal fluid of the predictor"!
"He abused his power and took human life lightly. This time, even the gods can't save him."
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