Chapter 298 Jet Lag Party
This matter is a bit difficult to handle. Ning Mingmei can't just search every room one by one. Moreover, Ning Mingmei soon discovered another unscientific aspect of the layout of Xinghuo Island.
“Why are the buildings here so randomly placed and not symmetrical at all?”
These thousand-year-old bamboo houses are both new and old, and are arranged asymmetrically, making it difficult to find a pattern in their layout. Moreover, some of the buildings were burned down and corpses were scattered throughout, making it even more difficult for Ning Mingmei to identify the bodies.
But soon, Ning Mingmei figured out a pattern.
Most of the newer-looking buildings are multi-functional, including galleries, medal display racks, and even an "ice-drinking room" that looks like a dessert shop. Most of the older buildings are necessary basic buildings. For example, teaching buildings, reading rooms, sports fields...
The old buildings are sparsely distributed, and new multi-functional buildings are interspersed. Ning Mingmei looked at it for a while and roughly understood it.
"At the beginning, Spark Island didn't have much money, so they could only cut costs as much as possible and only build necessary buildings. Later, as they saved money little by little, they had a gallery, hobby activities, and a dessert shop..."
The atmosphere on Spark Island was gloomy. Anyone who walks here will only feel fear and feel as if they are in the underworld. But when Ning Mingmei looked at these buildings, he felt as if he had barged in and peeped into someone's past life.
"The school and the sports field are built in places with abundant spiritual energy based on the principle of providing training for students... It goes without saying where the offices of Weng Xingyun, Yun Simu and others will be built."
It must be a place that is cheap, does not have too much spiritual energy, and leads to convenient locations.
Ning Mingmei took two steps towards this position and then stopped.
"Transportation doesn't have to be very convenient. After all, they are cultivators. No matter where they want to go, they can ride the wind."
Following other people's thoughts is like following the thread of a memory. Ning Mingmei was clearly walking among the broken walls, but he felt as if he could hear the sound of reading books in his ears, or as if there were girls and boys in white clothes walking and laughing beside him.
But when he glanced back, the young men were gone.
But at least Ning Mingmei still got something, such as an old building located deep in the ground. Ning Mingmei was stunned when he saw the bamboo building, because most of the buildings in other places had suffered serious damage, only this building was relatively well preserved compared to other ruins.
But this perfection is not without price. The accumulated corpses and traces of spells in front of the bamboo building are the price to pay. Ning Mingmei squatted down, and with his sharp eyesight he saw a long trail of blood, stretching from outside the door to inside.
"What's this?"
At this moment, the system said quietly, "That is the body of Weng Xingyun. After her death, several of her followers risked their lives to drag her body into this room."
“…”
"The people from the Immortal Sect originally wanted to take her body away. However, the people here resisted too fiercely. When the leader of the Qiushi Sect at that time learned about this, he scolded them, saying, 'What kind of people are you?' They said, 'Killing them all is no different from the devil cultivators.' So everyone gave up. And because of the black fog, everyone felt something was wrong, so they left here." The system said, "You said, she's dead, why are those people protecting her body?"
"Aren't the lives of a group of living people more important than the life of a dead person?"
"You're really good at finding opportunities to disgust people." Ning Mingmei commented.
He pushed open the door and entered the bamboo house. Inside the innermost small door, the time traveler from the same era as him might be lying quietly inside. Ning Mingmei discovered that there were many spells on the small door. All kinds of people, from all races and all sides.
Among them are spells from the demon clan, spells from the monster clan, spells from the ghost clan, and even witchcraft and various unpopular spells from the immortal clan… It is as if, at the critical moment of life and death, all the clans that had gathered here and died in vain, left a forbidden spell here before they died.
Why do they do this? To prevent the punitive forces from desecrating the girl's body? To maintain her last bit of dignity?
Some spells are powerful, while others are ridiculously weak. It was not until this moment, when Ning Mingmei looked at these spells that carried the residual warmth of thousands of years ago, that he truly realized that there really had been many people on Spark Island.
Many demons are here, many monsters are here, many abandoned and violated ones, many who have been ignored and despised have all been here and stayed.
——Do you want to go in and take a look?
There are several very powerful spells on it, which are higher than Ning Mingmei’s current level of cultivation. But after his cultivation level improved, it was not difficult for Ning Mingmei to decipher these spells with some effort.
But Ning Mingmei did not touch the door. He can easily solve many mysteries in the world of cultivation and apply all the knowledge and principles he has acquired with ease. But when faced with this girl who should have been much younger than him before she traveled through time, he did nothing.
Even though she is not difficult, she is not complicated either. In the past, and now, there are many people in the immortal cultivation world who are far less intelligent than Ning Mingmei, and they have laughed at her naivety.
Ning Mingmei's hand subconsciously reached for his head. But soon he discovered that he was not wearing a hat. There was nothing he needed to take down now.
He seemed a little unsure of how to react. Finally, he looked at the door and let out a long breath.
"Some things can't be solved." Ning Mingmei said, "It's too difficult, too difficult."
He took a step back and said in his throat, "They are just corpses, nothing to see."
After leaving the small room that made Ning Mingmei feel depressed, he returned to her office - the place just now was probably the small cubicle where Weng Xingyun rested. Much of the office was destroyed, but much was still in good condition. Ning Mingmei took a look around and put them on his to-watch list.
On the second floor, there is also Weng Xingyun’s formal bedroom. Ning Mingmei just pushed open the bedroom door and took a look, then wanted to leave. He didn't want to think of the word "death" when he saw such a warm and lovely room. It sounds a bit weird and a bit cruel, especially when facing the chubby wooden sculpture of a rabbit on the small table and thinking to it, "Your master is dead."
However, when Ning Mingmei was about to leave the bedroom, he discovered something.
There are a few pens on the small table.
Different colored pens.
Ning Mingmei suddenly remembered the notebook in his hand that was written with pens of different colors. His body was already moving faster than his mind. He crouched down and began searching the bedroom.
People hide their diaries, but often forget to hide their pens. But just like if a person does not have an iPad, there will not be an iPad charger on the table. If a person does not have a laptop, there will be no laptop charger on the table. When Ning Mingmei attended an academic conference, he only remembered to hide his iPad in his suitcase, and then his iPad was stolen by the hotel staff. Now, he will use the experience he has gained in his academic career to steal another person's notebook (pre-Information Age version).
Finally, Ning Mingmei found a mechanism.
With a "click", a row of bookshelves flipped over to Ning Mingmei. Ning Mingmei took a closer look——
Why so many diaries? ?
Ning Mingmei: Finished, big project.
He picked up a book at random and flipped through two pages.
...Why is it still encrypted in Martian language?
There are many secrets worth discovering on Spark Island. It was difficult for Ning Mingmei to complete the investigation in a short period of time. Fortunately, Ning Mingmei is the only one on this island.
"Maybe I should report my whereabouts to them." Ning Mingmei thought.
Ning Mingmei took out the jade pendant from his arms and injected spiritual energy into it.
"What's going on?" Ning Mingmei whispered.
He didn't give up. After repeated attempts, he finally connected with Bai Ruoru. Ning Mingmei's call was quickly connected - it was as if Bai Ruoru had been waiting by the phone, waiting for his news.
"Mingmei?" He heard Bai Ruoru's trembling voice, "Is it you? How are you now?"
Since taking over as the head of the sect, Bai Ruoru has rarely shown such excitement. Ning Mingmei frowned, thinking something was strange. He said, "Senior Sister, I'm fine. But I need to report to you about what happened after I went to Yanyun Tower..."
Now that things have come to this, I can only tell Bai Ruoru everything. But Bai Ruoru seemed to be relieved, and kept saying: "It's okay, I'm glad you're okay... Where are you now? Are you safe?"
"I..." Ning Mingmei paused and said, "I was being chased by someone, so I used a teleportation array and was now teleported to an island."
Bai Ruoru said, "Is there anyone on the island who threatens you? I'll send someone to find you."
Bai Ruoru's reaction was really strange. Ning Mingmei frowned, feeling that something was strange. He said, "Sister, there is no one threatening me. I walked around the island and found some things that are beneficial to my practice. I may have to stay here to practice for a while."
"Mingmei, don't be afraid." Bai Ruoru said, "Rumors are just rumors. And those people killed first, do they mean what they did? Now most of the people in Qingji Sect are still on your side. A few days ago, Master Lu and Master Ying also sent a letter to ask how you are doing now. The United Sect cannot do without you, everyone in the Immortal World knows it..."
The more Ning Mingmei listened to this, the more he felt something was wrong. He paused and said, "A few days ago?"
"Not just a few days ago, they have been writing to me frequently these days. Tower Master Lu has asked, Pavilion Master Ying has asked, Valley Master Gui, and the leader of Qiushi Sect have asked..."
"What time is it now?" Ning Mingmei suddenly had a bad guess.
Bai Ruoru also paused, and then she asked, "Mingmei, how long have you been on that island?"
Ning Mingmei said: "It will only take one day."
There was silence on the other end of the call. After a long time, Bai Ruoru said: "Mingmei, a whole year has passed since the Changle Gate Rebellion..."
"Two months."
At that moment, Ning Mingmei felt a little creepy.
"Two months..."
"There has been no news from you for two months. The Supreme Elders claimed to have seen you in Changle Sect, and said that you were the furnace cauldron and participated in the civil strife. They did not believe that several of your disciples had nothing to do with this matter, so they placed all the disciples who went to Yanyun Tower under house arrest." Bai Ruoru said, "And you have not returned for two months..."
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