Pencil
Wu Ci didn't even have time to look at the card he had just obtained before he followed Zhen Shanhe.
Zhen Shanhe's private hovercraft was not as luxurious as those arranged by the royal family or Yuxuan. Instead, it was as low-key as an ordinary visit to a small workshop, with only a workbench with stones and a sofa.
Zhen Shanhe continued to pick up his stones on the workbench, and Wu Ci stood obediently beside him as an invisible man. The car was so quiet that the only sound was the sound of stones being polished by the polishing machine.
They were not interfering with each other at first, but Zhen Shanhe suddenly said, "Sit down. I won't be happy to see your face."
He didn't even raise his head when he said this, and his voice was as hoarse and flat as a broken bellows.
Wu Ci was deliberately stunned, pretending that he didn't know what Princess Chenxing had said before, that Zhen Shanhe hated him to the core because he had kidnapped and held captive by him 20 years ago. He didn't understand why, but sat on the sofa obediently.
The car became quiet again, with only the dull, mournful sound of stones being polished.
"I heard that your favorite pencil model is 2H?"
Hearing this question, Wu Ci suddenly remembered that when he was evaluating the Heroic Spirit, after Fu Ke asked him this question, she said that she would report every word to Zhen Shanhe. It turned out that she was waiting here.
He controlled his heartbeat to a steady rhythm, his expression calm, "Yes, 2H pencils are more convenient and versatile than other pens... What is this you're asking about?"
Zhen Shanhe's dark golden eyes glanced at him without emotion. "Nowadays, most things are done on electronic devices. Pencils and paper are rarely sold. Moreover, 2H pencils were classified as prohibited items 20 years ago. It is harder to get one than it was to get a nuclear bomb 20 years ago."
What? 2H pencils are prohibited!
Where did the law come from? How was such a law passed? Was it the Sky Group's pressure or was it that the Evernight Royal Family, who controlled the Dark Star, had a problem with their brains?
Who would consider this stuff as illegal? Why is it that something so common is harder to make than making a nuclear bomb 20 years ago!
Wu Ci pretended to be surprised, "Director... well, you know, I came from the wilderness, and when I was a kid I was always hanging out in the garbage district, and later I crawled to the old city. I really don't know much about this... I just picked up a pencil in the garbage district and thought it was useful."
"You'd better tell the truth." Zhen Shanhe sneered, "I heard you had a pencil in your hand when you entered the law enforcement bureau. You still carry it with you, right? Give it to me."
Wu Ci showed no emotion on his face, but his heart was filled with anger.
As expected, the consortium’s spies are omnipresent... they know everything.
He really does carry that pencil with him now; rather, he has never left the pencil since he came to this era.
The pencil is the proof of summoning Wu Ci, and Wu Ci has no necromancer, so the pencil is Wu Ci's only anchor in this world. If the pencil is damaged, Wu Ci will be cut off from this world and become a kite without a stake and a stringer. In that case, Wu Ci will not know whether he will die or return to the long river of history.
Unless it is necessary, you must not give it out... Even if you have to give it out for formality, you must ensure the safety of the pencil and not let others know the importance of the pencil.
If Zhen Shanhe knew that the pencil was his anchor, he would definitely use the pencil to control him... and, as a certificate for summoning him, in the absence of a spiritualist, Zhen Shanhe could also use the pencil to give him any order.
Wu Ci pretended to be embarrassed and waved his hands. He took this opportunity to quickly insert the pencil in his sleeve into his chest. He used [Blood and Flesh Regeneration] to heal the wound before the blood gushed out and hid the pencil inside his body. "Chief, the pencil is not with me now..."
Zhen Shanhe threw down the stone in his hand and said, "Don't do those little tricks. You are so flustered. The pencil has been stuck in your lungs and you are pretending to be nothing? Isn't it difficult to speak and breathe?"
"Is it so important to you? You want me to take it?" Zhen Shanhe walked forward without questioning, grabbed Wu Ci's shoulders and pressed on his chest.
The pencil in his lungs shifted, making it difficult for him to breathe. Wu Ci couldn't suppress a muffled groan from his throat, and he could no longer act as if nothing had happened.
He stepped back suddenly, and the spirit particles hidden in his body instantly attached to his body and activated the synchronization mode, and the red line wrapped around his forearm was thrown out!
The true strength of Zhen Shanhe is unknown. Wu Ci's predecessor who just died is a lesson for him. It would undoubtedly be a foolish move to act rashly now, but Wu Ci has no other choice.
The spirit particles of the Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist were attached to the red metal wire, making it emit a shimmering light, like a laser, but as flexible as a whip, with a heavy feel, just like a single-molecule wire equipped with a high-speed rotor, cutting through everything it swept through, with a smoothness comparable to a hot knife cutting through butter.
"Are you going to attack me? That's a stupid thing to do."
Zhen Shanhe took a step forward, the space began to collapse, and he raised his hand to grab Wu Ciji's red line that strangled the hovercraft.
Wu Ci's nails with red marks added double the spiritual power. Even the "Duke Solomon Dextal" that he had not originally planned to take out turned into an invisible spirit particle and entered his body at the same time as "Chu Ci" to synchronize with him to resist the pressure coming from Zhenshan River.
Excessive extraction of spiritual power puts more pressure on the body and brain. With three identities and three lines of operations, even Wu Ci has to pay attention to whether the two heroes in the fierce battle have shifted their spirits, exposing their existence in this way.
"You really surprise me. Maybe I should have let you do something that matches your abilities earlier."
Zhen Shanhe is worthy of being a capitalist standing at the highest position. At this time, both parties have completely turned against each other, and he is still thinking of exploiting each other.
Wu Ci wanted to laugh but couldn't speak, only blood flowed out of his throat.
He drew upon his own life force and flesh as a substitute for his spiritual energy, and took a step forward.
[One step to conquer the country]
The shattered space forces of both sides collided, and Wu Ci ultimately lacked spiritual power. With his ideals and goals unfulfilled, he could not bring himself to sacrifice his entire life.
So he raised his hand and pulled out Solomon's certificate.
——The quill pen inlaid with gemstones
[You are consuming the number of times you can simulate the evidence]
[Number of Solomon's actual certificates remaining: 1]
[Since the simulation certificate has been completely extracted as a time anchor, "Duke Solomon Dextal" is about to be sacrificed.]
Another gamble where I risked everything...
——Confirm!
The power of the world anchor includes the ability to locate and change history across the long river of time, and even the legend of the birth of heroes is shattered and transformed into pure energy!
[One step to conquer the country]
In fact, when Wu Ci was a child, he asked Master Yu San if he knew so many cheating techniques that he would never lose, or better yet, would definitely win.
But Master Yu San told him that there is only one way to never lose, and that is not to gamble!
But all Master Yu San taught him was to cheat, and witchcraft could not escape the gamble of life.
Play every gamble as if it were your last…
The time I came to this world was too short, the capital was too little, and the initial conditions were more difficult than in Sir Silver's chess game. Because Wu Ci didn't know where in reality there was an existence that could be compared with the real mountains and rivers...
But Wu Ci swore to Master Yu San that as long as he was in the game, he would win... before he lost everything, before he died, he would never lose!
Therefore, Wu Ci, who was willing to risk everything in this period of time, and Zhen Shanhe, who didn't care much, collided with each other in the same way!
The space around him collapsed into a black hole. He could no longer sustain his mental collapse. Before he passed out, Wu Ci used a red thread to wrap around Zhen Shanhe. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed wantonly, "Old man, I'll break your neck again. Thank me for not turning you into a pendant on a street lamp in the future!"
With a sudden pull on the red string, Wu Ci fell into the air. The strong wind grabbed his black military coat, biting out his extremely thin waistline.
"Heh." Zhen Shanhe sneered. The mechanical fingers blocking his neck broke due to the red line, but they still firmly grasped Wu Ci, who was like a kite with a broken string.
His other hand passed the witch words through his chest, like manipulating a silent puppet, to pull out the pencil stuck in his lungs.
"I order the use of [Blood and Flesh Infusion] to restore with the authority of a spiritualist."
If Wu Ci were to wake up, he would be shocked that the whole world knew about his Tianzun formation ability.
But Wu Ci is in a coma.
The wound on his chest also began to heal inadvertently due to the Command Spell issued based on the evidence.
Zhen Shanhe crushed a pebble in his hand that had failed to be polished due to Wu Ci's sudden attack, turning half of the stone, which already glowed with a jade-like luster, into powder.
He carried the witch's words on his shoulders like a corpse and walked away.
Zhen Shanhe heard it. He heard Wu Ci's wild and wanton laughter and sudden outrageous remarks. His golden eyes were full of interest.
Whether it's real or fake, there's something to play with.
This matter must not be exposed... Don't let this new toy attract the interest of Lady Ines, or she will become a male pet with this face. We must get over there quickly.
If it's any later, that old woman Ines will start to make trouble.
I'm sorry, my dears. I had a serious cold before, and I was coughing up blood due to pharyngitis and upper respiratory tract infection. I couldn't take a day off and had to work overtime every day. I was exhausted after a day's work today, and my period happened to come. It suddenly rained heavily when I got off work.
After coming back from the rain today, I thought about the fact that I have to do a one-year internship, and I only get a little over 1,000 yuan during the internship. My whole body aches and feels hot. After taking a shower, I can't even lift my hands when I lie down. I am completely emotionally devastated. I will write this much for today and will make up for it next time. I can't hold on any longer, so I'm going to sleep.
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