The basement was filled with the smell of dust, and the air was as heavy as a mouthful of phlegm stuck in the throat.
Mou Xuan took a deep breath and inserted the key left by Lu Heping Envoy - a metal block the size of a USB flash drive - into the slot of the Alliance main console.
With a click, the metal block was embedded tightly, and complex codes flashed on the screen like a silent electronic storm.
As the data stream poured in, a huge holographic map unfolded in the air, showing the detailed structure of the Governor's Palace and its surrounding areas.
Mou Xuan's eyes scanned the map like a hawk, looking for anything suspicious.
Suddenly, twelve flashing red dots appeared on the map, like twelve devil's eyes, located deep underground in the Governor's Palace.
"Crystal core reactors?! The Governor's Office actually hid so many!" Mu Xuan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This number far exceeded his expectations.
Just then, a soft but strong hand pressed his arm.
Chen Yao's voice trembled with disbelief: "Wait! Mu Xuan, look at these coordinates connected together..." Her fingers drew lines on the map, connecting the twelve red dots together, "...It's the star map of the Shang Dynasty! It's exactly the same as recorded in the ancient books!"
The air seemed to freeze, and the basement was so quiet that the only sound was the two people's rapid breathing.
Yin and Shang star map?
What does this mean?
The secrets of the Governor's Mansion are far more complicated and confusing than they had imagined.
In the monitoring room, Wu Yinyang's mechanical eyes flashed with a cold light, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's done! The fish is hooked!" However, his smile froze on his face before it could fully bloom.
Bang!
A deafening gunshot shattered the silence.
The M1 Garand in Zhang Guizi's hand spewed flames, and the bullet accurately hit the Alliance's main console. The screen shattered instantly, and the flickering star map disappeared.
"Don't touch the Shang Dynasty ruins!" The old man's voice was hoarse and low, like a warning from hell.
His scarred face was now twisted like a ghost, "The disaster thirty years ago was caused by your father!"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Mou Xuan's brain buzzed and went blank.
Father?
disaster?
What is going on?
He felt like he had fallen into a huge whirlpool, being swept away by invisible waves and not knowing what to do.
At this critical moment, Mou Xuan activated his time ability.
0.7 seconds, as short as a flash of lightning, but enough for him to see some hidden truths.
Behind Wu Yinyang, the holographic projection of Governor Mu the Treasure Hunter appeared with a teasing smile: "Little guy, your father's crystal core research has long been..."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling blue light flashed, and the energy of Chen Yao's crystal core cut through the air like a sharp blade, smashing the Governor's holographic projection into pieces.
“You…” Wu Yinyang’s mechanical eyes flickered, and he looked at Chen Yao in horror.
"Don't try to play tricks!" Shen Yao said coldly, the crystal core energy in her hand flashing with dangerous light.
Deep in the basement, the dull sound of mechanical operation was like an old pacemaker, hitting everyone's eardrums again and again.
Dust fell down in a flurry, and the oppressive feeling in the air seemed to condense into substance, making it hard to breathe.
Then, twelve faint blue lights slowly rose up, like ghosts crawling out from the depths of hell.
They broke away from the wreckage of the giant crystal core launcher, intertwined and circled in the air, as if pulled by invisible threads, and finally... they actually pieced together a line of ancient and mysterious text.
It was not the common language of the Alliance, nor was it any known modern language.
That is ancient text from the Shang Dynasty, carrying an ancient, wild atmosphere that seems to be able to penetrate time and reach the depths of the soul.
"Superpower awakening!"
Four large characters were suspended in the air like ghosts, emitting a heart-pounding blue light.
The light was icy cold, as if it could freeze one's blood.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, Zhang Guizi's outdated M1 Garand suddenly fell to the ground, as if all its strength had been drained away.
The gun hit the ground, making a dull echo, breaking the eerie silence.
“This…this…” Zhang Quezi’s eyes widened, his cloudy eyeballs full of bloodshot. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing at the ancient Shang Dynasty characters floating in the air, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows, “This…this is the pattern my father drew before he died!”
The air seemed to be sucked out, and Mou Xuan felt his mind went blank.
Zhang the Lame's father?
A deathbed pattern?
The amount of information was too much and came too sudden, making it difficult for him to digest it all at once.
That pattern, those words, are actually inextricably linked to a dying veteran and a long-forgotten secret?
Mou Xuan suppressed the shock in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the twelve dark blue lights.
He could feel that his time ability was stirring, as if it was being summoned by some mysterious force.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a burning pain in the palm of his hand.
Looking down, I saw that the palm of my hand, which was originally empty, had suddenly appeared a golden line!
The patterns were complex and ancient, like a mysterious map or a forgotten spell.
They are intertwined to form a complex pattern, which vaguely resonates with the ancient Shang Dynasty text suspended in the air.
That is... the coordinates of the Shang people!
Mou Xuan's heartbeat accelerated instantly. He could feel a powerful force awakening and surging in his body.
And in the midst of chaos and shock, deep in the ruins, Wu Yinyang's mechanical eye lit up again.
The cold metallic luster reflected the blue-purple supernatural clouds that were slowly condensing in the sky... The clouds were constantly expanding, like a huge curtain, covering the sky and making people feel breathless.
An indescribable sense of crisis hangs over everyone's heart.
“Not good…” Chen Yao’s face turned pale, and she was about to say something when she was pulled back by Mou Xuan.
"Don't talk!" Mou Xuan shouted in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Wu Yinyang's mechanical eyes and the blue-purple cloud that was condensing.
There was a suffocating feeling of oppression in the air, and time seemed to have stood still.
“Hehe…” Wu Yinyang’s mechanical eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said in a gloomy tone, “The game… has just begun…”
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