Just a few simple words, but they convey a huge amount of information to the French.
Combined with Ben Bashutcher's visually striking breath of fire, they had no choice but to believe it.
And who are Norton and Tao Xingzhi? There is no need to lie to them about this.
"We will submit relevant information about the Evolvers to your department after we have finished touring here first. Now let's continue."
Tao Xingzhi didn't want to disturb Jiutian's perception because of these things at this moment.
The accompanying translator immediately paraphrased this sentence in standard French.
Everyone was smart enough not to say anything, but kept a close eye on Huang Jiutian's condition. Of course, the French not only focused on Huang Jiutian but also Ben, and even frequently kept their eyes on Baru, apparently this overly strong guy was also suspected to be an evolver.
When Ben was staring at him, Vansh felt like a frog being stared at by a giant snake, and his whole body felt like he was in an ice cellar. He felt better only when Ben looked away, but his heartbeat would not calm down for the time being.
"I'm sorry, Ben is prone to anger due to his evolutionary attributes, but he has excellent rational restraint, so at most he just said a few words."
Norton expressed his apologies to Vansh lightly.
However, if Vansh knew that poor Dr. Irving had just had a skin graft and was out of danger, I wonder if he would be able to remain calm.
The crowd continued to move forward. The water plants inside had obviously been cleaned up. Apart from some stubborn stains, most of the area was still clean. There were also some wires and lighting in some dim locations.
This secret place is slightly smaller than the one in Qingzhen, but the interior space is still very large, including many halls, rooms and corridors.
Since Huang Jiutian would stop from time to time to feel the situation, the crowd did not move very fast.
As the story progresses, in addition to the various mysterious symbols at the beginning, characters and story descriptions begin to appear frequently.
The first one is a mural in a corridor, showing a warrior in armor, holding a sword and an axe, standing on the top of a mountain.
Although the right hand holds a battle axe, the craftsmen probably deliberately exposed half of the right palm for artistic effect.
There is a symbol that looks like a blazing sun clearly on the palm of the hand.
It is difficult to tell which region the warriors are from from their armor, but the era shown in the painting is definitely very old, because the so-called armor is a mixture of some metal sheets and unknown animal bones, full of a barbaric style.
Huang Jiutian stayed on the soldier's blurry face for a few seconds, then looked to other parts of the wall carving.
At the foot of the mountain top where the warriors stood, there were countless monsters densely packed together.
Some looked like evil spirits, some were like giant beasts, and some were simply a twisted mass of darkness. It was not just that the craftsmen were unable to present them, but that such monsters existed in the first place.
Each one is lifelike, and the depiction is not blurred due to the large number of them.
The battle axe was full of gaps and the long sword was broken in half.
As an artistic display, the craftsman who carved this mural can be regarded as a master and a figure. If an artist were asked to comment on it, he would probably be able to come up with a lot of professional appreciation terms such as "tension, realism, and rich in emotion".
But Jiutian can't see these now.
There is only one warrior in the mural, but where is Shuguang's companion? With so many monsters, he doesn't seem to have any intention of evacuating?
How did he end up?
The mural does not give an exact result, but in the last piece of the continuity, a broken sword is seen sticking diagonally into the ground.
There are some words stuck in my throat but I can't tell them to the people around me.
Huang Jiutian took a few steps forward and reached out to pull out a small piece of water grass at the neck position of one of the warrior murals.
That's all he can do now.
All those present were professionals who dealt with special events and anomalies, and their eyes were focused on the monster carved on the wall to see if it could correspond to the current anomaly.
As the crowd continued to move forward, similar scenes became more and more common.
Some wore robes and wielded huge weapons, some wore armor and held spears, and some were simply naked and roared to the sky. Most of them faced terrifying monsters, while others were simply pitch black. The craftsmen used shades of light and dark instead of paint to avoid the possibility of fading.
In the eyes of people who are familiar with Huang Jiutian, he looks a little strange today.
To be precise, Jiutian has been acting a little strange since entering this sealed underwater building.
He rarely spoke and would spend quite a long time on each mural.
However, everyone present was more or less immersed in thinking about these carvings.
A small wall carving in a corridor made the group frown. It was a woman with the symbol still on her right palm, but she was tied to a pile of dry firewood.
There were many people gathered below, and the craftsman made the faces of the crowd appear particularly ugly, especially the one holding the torch, who looked more like a monster than a human.
'The stake!'
This picture is not difficult to guess, or it is the easiest to guess, but it is in stark contrast to all previous murals.
Jiutian twisted his thighs with his hands in his pockets, forcing himself not to stay here too long.
A corridor ahead had collapsed, and everyone went directly from a large hole on one side into a hall that was the largest so far.
It is still a wall carving, except for the most conspicuous sun and fireball logo, there are no monsters in the carving, but it is full of a feeling of warm celebration.
In the center, a robed figure is depicted in an artistically exaggerated manner, appearing taller than the people around him.
He held a glowing scepter with the symbol on the bottom clearly visible, and pressed it down on the palm of a kneeling person.
In the surrounding scene, whether armed or unarmed, everyone stretched their hands to the sky, waving or clenching their fists in celebration.
'Like a coronation!'
This is what most people think, but Jiutian understands what this represents. This is the honor he will receive in the near future - the branding ceremony.
By the time I came out of the building, almost two hours had passed without me noticing.
Although this place is not as big as the secret place in Qingzhen, the richness of the wall carvings is far greater than that in Qingzhen.
As soon as they got outside, everyone who had been keeping an eye on Huang Jiutian noticed that something was wrong with him.
It seemed that he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and his condition took a turn for the worse when he got outside.
Standing outside the building, breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his face, his thoughts in a highly active state.
Qin Xiaoxia's magic power has started to work spontaneously, protecting his brain and spirit, allowing Jiutian to endure the soul pain caused by the drastic disturbances and changes in his thinking and mental strength.
The shock was too strong.
Huang Jiutian, who was just one step away from true evolution, was actually triggered by this investigation to undergo a mental transformation that had been brewing for a long time.
If Qin Xiaoxia were to say this, he would definitely exaggerate it in his mind and summarize it as "excessive brain supplementation leading to mental evolution."
"Jiutian? Are you okay? Jiutian!"
"Move away and give him some fresh air!"
“Call a doctor!”
…
The chaotic shouting of the people around him seemed very far away from him. Huang Jiutian felt a little unsteady on his feet, but was immediately supported by the people next to him.
Apart from the sound of his own heavy breathing, all that flashed through his mind was the previous carvings on the wall.
A shrill squeaking sound like a microphone pointed at a loudspeaker kept ringing in my mind with waves of pain.
A faint purple magic power burned before my eyes, alleviating the torment at the moment, but my consciousness inevitably became blurred.
…
In a private hospital in Lyon, a large group of people gathered in the corridor outside Huang Jiutian's ward.
Almost all members of the Chinese team were present, while only a few from France and the United States stayed behind to wait for news.
The chairs in the aisle were full of people.
The doctor said that the patient was just overtired and would recover after a rest, but the people present only took the doctor's words as a reference. After all, Huang Jiutian's condition should be related to the ethereal perception.
Someone has already started searching for information about the building. From the Internet to physical libraries, the domestic teams of the three countries are frantically exploring in a thorough manner.
The information is rather fragmentary, and its presence and unity are extremely low, with almost no records of it appearing in formal history.
They sound like a series of made-up stories that are passed around casually, and at first glance they seem to have no basis in fact.
But such a rumored organization actually possesses an exaggerated secret building at the bottom of the reservoir, and it also exhausted the perceptive Huang Jiutian to the point of coma.
"What exactly is the Dawn Association? Could it be the same mysterious organization that Shen Cheng had come into contact with?"
Tao Xingzhi stared at his phone, muttering to himself.
We constantly receive search information sent by domestic team members.
The light in the darkness, the savior, the cunning deceiver, the one who plays tricks, the hero who eradicates evil, the saint, the villain who only cares about profit...
Early AD, the Middle Ages, the changes of dynasties, historical changes... Britain, Northern Europe, America, Asia... There seems to be a connection with various religions in various regions...
All the information and materials are not in-depth.
There are fragmentary records all over the world, mostly in unofficial biographies and paintings.
The recorded time spans nearly a thousand years, but this may not be the whole story. It is not difficult to see some earlier traces from the previous wall carvings.
Perhaps never before has so much attention been paid to this neglected historical organization.
Perhaps for the first time, people have discovered or paid attention to the existence of a mysterious entity that exists throughout history and across the world.
They have never entered the sight of those in power or the public, and have moved forward in history in a low-key manner.
Or maybe, they may not have been unknown in the past, but were simply forgotten by history, either actively or passively.
Tao Xingzhi thought of the French authorities' previous futile investigation, the previous vigilance of the mysterious existence, and the meaningful words of the mysterious man outside Shanghai.
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