Chapter 87 Digital Coordinates

"What should I do? You still have the nerve to ask me what to do?"

"What were you doing before? You couldn't even keep an eye on a little brat? Huh?"

Black market star field.

Leader's manor area.

A series of explosions spread throughout the manor, and Guan Jiu kicked over his priceless tea table again.

The wine bottles, fruit plates, snacks and porridge on the tea table smashed to the ground, and the servants in the room were timid and lowered their heads, not daring to pick them up. The remaining subordinates knelt in front of Guan Jiu with fear, not raising their heads, and the place in his heart where the jellyfish toxin was injected was already aching.

"Let me ask again," Guan Jiuhuan looked at everyone in the living room and narrowed his eyes grimly, "You mean, he secretly went to the library to read a lot of books, and then on a night when no one was watching, he secretly drove an airship to the port of passage to teleport himself away?"

"..."

The leading subordinate was pushed, swallowed his saliva, and spoke tremblingly: "Yes, yes..." "

On the night when the young master left, a huge purple fog suddenly rose in the black market star field, and the signals and electromagnetic surveillance were all interfered with. The personnel stationed at the port of passage also showed memory confusion... Because it was only a few minutes, we didn't pay too much attention..."

"How many minutes?" Guan Jiu raised his voice, obviously in a rage, "You mean within how many minutes, he ran from my manor to the port???"

"......" The subordinate lowered his head, "Yes, yes."

It sounds quite unreasonable, but it happened.

After this, even Guan Jiu himself fell into a long silence, and the whole manor was dead silent.

The subordinate raised his head in fear and saw Guan Jiu kicking the poor tea table that had already turned over again. With a cold face, he walked around the mess in the living room and opened the smart computer.

The smart computer popped up several top contacts, one of which was particularly conspicuous with a lion head.

"Hello?"

Guanjiu's back gradually disappeared at the staircase entrance, leaving only his voice echoing in the house, accompanied by a strong sense of displeasure and anger.

"You are in the fringe galaxy now, right?"

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"You mean, Guan Buhui was taken away by the false god?"

Deng Baoying frowned: "And he was taken to the fringe galaxy... at the coordinates where we are now?"

"Don't ask me how I knew, that damn thing definitely wanted to take revenge on me and to change his shell. He knew you were in the fringe galaxy..." Guan Jiu spoke at an unusually fast speed, and sounded impatient with Deng Baoying's questioning. "Listen, you can use the resources on the black market however you want, but you must bring that stupid kid back to me intact. I owe you a favor."

"Your attitude towards asking for help is as bad as ever."

The lion griffon commented lightly, and there was a snapping sound under his feet. He lowered his head and found that he had stepped on a certain follicle-like tentacle group, and his frown deepened immediately.

"......" As if he heard a sound, Guan Jiu was silent for a few seconds, "Where are you now?"

"Me?"

Deng Baoying repeated, looking around.

"Of course, it's where you committed the sin."

Located on the edge of the galaxy, the former nuclear test area that once belonged to the black market was the first place where the false god appeared. It was

also the place where everything started when Guan Buhui released the false god.

The once heavily guarded experimental area has become a desolate and miserable death place, and the buildings stand silently under the deep purple sky. After settling the medical staff and clerical workers, Deng Baoying arrived here with his light elite team without even taking a break.

In fact, they had no time to rest.

The dark and abandoned laboratory corridor was full of lifeless golden tentacles, hanging on the walls like ivy, wrapped in emaciated eyeballs and tentacle groups, and some of them were human corpses that had been completely absorbed. Even if they noticed the intruders coming, they could only linger a few times weakly, and it was obvious that they were already far away from the main body.

The air was filled with the fishy smell of sea water, and breathing into the lungs would cause burning pain.

Even the well-equipped elite team couldn't help but look embarrassed after seeing the scene in the building.

Deng Baoying sighed silently and warned his subordinates to go out and vomit if they wanted to, and then come back to perform the mission.

"Okay," Guan Jiu coughed lightly, "I know where you are...Did you find anything?"

"Found?"

The huge test site was dead silent, and countless precision instruments were entangled with sticky tentacles and completely scrapped. Griffon leaned down calmly and looked at the elevator entrance. The dark elevator passage was filled with broken metal and twisted tentacle remains.

He reached out and touched it, and there was a bit of light golden mucus that had not dried up on his fingertips.

Fresh mucus.

The false god had been here recently.

"I did find something," he stood up and made a pause gesture, letting the elite team members gather around him. "I remember the matter of that child... If possible, I will bring him back. The private affairs between you and me will not involve the younger generation."

"After everything is over, I promise to go to the black market star field to pay you a good visit."

Male beasts seeking mates are the most vengeful. Guan Jiu knew that he was still thinking about the seduction of the Supreme God that night, and he laughed loudly, without any concealment. So much

so that the surrounding team members could hear the sneer from the intelligent brain, clearly and distinctly.

"Okay," he chuckled, "I'll wait for you in the black market after everything is over."

"..."

The communication on the intelligent computer was disconnected, and Deng Baoying rubbed his brows, once again deeply feeling that talking to this jellyfish was simply a matter of life and death.

After adjusting his mood, the griffon raised his hand to let his subordinates wait for a while, and he visually estimated the depth and width of the elevator shaft, lowered his center of gravity, and jumped down.

The corner of the snow-white clothes brushed against the wall of the elevator shaft covered with golden slime, inevitably leaving stains. Under the dark space dozens of meters deep was an abandoned elevator. When Deng Baoying landed, the roar even reached the team members on the floor of the elevator shaft. In the darkness, the griffon simply patted the dust on his clothes lightly, raised his hand and tore open the cold and hard metal elevator wall, tearing a path.

The damn smell of the sea was even stronger in the underground space, and the ground was almost submerged in golden slime, and even every step would cause pulling.

The lighting equipment had been completely destroyed, but the griffon's excellent night vision allowed Deng Baoying to move forward without any obstacles even in the pitch-black darkness.

"Before you come down, prepare a gas mask, an anti-vibration isolation layer, and lighting tools," Deng Baoying continued to move forward in the underground laboratory, and his low voice was transmitted to the channel through the intelligent computer, "The concentration of toxins in the air underground is higher. Also, be careful of the tentacles on the elevator shaft wall. They may attack instinctively."

"Also, tell the scientific researchers outside to remember to come in and collect mucus analysis samples."

The iron door of the restricted area at the end of the corridor of the underground laboratory has been completely destroyed. The huge and heavy iron door was violently torn apart, like the aluminum foil on the lid of a can.

The edge is still stained with golden mucus, but the action is very rough, which does not seem to match the pretending personality of the false god.

Griffin frowned again without leaving a trace, stepped through the torn iron gate, and finally entered the underground forbidden area, which was as wide as a football field.

The huge tempered glass tank in the center had long been shattered, and the concentrated sulfuric acid had corroded the ground to the point where there were pits and glass fragments everywhere.

The huge, fat, old skin that was taken off by the false god was wrapped in a pile of dull golden tentacles. At first glance, it looked like a mountain of meat, or a giant octopus that crawled up from the bottom of the sea. The tangled and sticky tentacles were entangled on the ceiling and even the mechanical brackets, and had lost their activity.

For the false god, skin is equivalent to evolution.

It seems that after swallowing those cracks, even He has more or less shown signs of indigestion, coupled with the frequent purple mist and delirium in recent days, which over-consume His own will. The false god has to regulate his own energy through the skin of lamia.

Taking Guan Buhui away should be because of this.

Deng Baoying certainly knows Guan Jiu's secrets. He initially adopted Guan Buhui, which was equivalent to raising a skin that could be used in the future, or in other words, a tool.

Young, strong, rich in resources, and gifted. He

was also spoiled by wealth and power, and basically had no strong will, making him the most suitable vessel for seizure.

What a sin.

It should be karma, Guan Jiu gave up the idea of ​​robbing the parrot, and raised the little parrot with good food and drink, hoping that he would grow up safely. In the end, it still became someone else's wedding dress.

Thinking of this, Deng Baoying frowned slightly and suppressed his emotions, and walked forward to the pile of shed tentacle skins.

In the pile of dull tentacle shells, a huge crack like the opening of a tent could be seen. He lowered his eyes and saw that there was a piece of paper in the crack.

The whole piece of paper was filled with the smell of sea and musk.

The handwriting on the note was crooked and written in golden ink, which gave it a strange feeling of deliberately imitating human handwriting, but it was still barely recognizable.

"Good afternoon, Griffon."

"Since I swallowed that rift, I seem to be able to see a little bit of the future trajectory... Just like now, I am still in severe pain, but I can see your phantom jumping down from the elevator shaft. Haha... Is this the reward I get for sacrificing my rationality? It sounds like a pity."

"But, because of this, I feel even more sorry for you, the heirs who are still kept in the dark. We are all chess pieces in the cosmic sandbox in the hands of the gods, moving forward according to the predetermined route - even all the decisions you make, or what I say now, are inevitable paths in destiny."

"Are you really not curious about why the gods left the world ten thousand years ago?"

The handwriting turned into an unclear stain at the bottom, and it seemed that the writer was shaking violently.

Deng Baoying read the long string expressionlessly, turned it over, and saw another string of digital coordinates left by the false god.

Ah, great.

He thought with a hint of sarcasm: This guy finally left something useful.