**Chapter 246: Luxianbei Has His Own Thoughts**
“Cough, cough—!”
Longxiang fell to the ground, coughing violently, spitting out bl**d mixed with internal organ fragments. He felt his body becoming very light, probably because the armor covering him had been completely torn apart, leaving a massive hollow in his chest.
The wind had stopped, the thunder had receded, and only the rain continued to fall, the cold raindrops striking against him, quickly robbing him of the remaining warmth.
Around him, the ground, under the influence of the Shaman King’s power, had turned into pitch-black scorched earth, with jagged cracks spanning several miles, through which crimson poisonous mist surged.
Beneath the thick fog, a few points of deep blue light flickered, seemingly scattered dragon scales.
In the distance, the sounds of battle echoed. He slightly opened his eyes and, through the dense fog condensed from water vapor, followed the sound.
In the white mist, Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers were fighting against those ferocious monsters, and one figure after another fell onto the rough sandy ground; there were more Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers than the monsters under the Shaman King…
Eye-catching bright red stained the sand.
How powerful! So strong that it was no wonder those barbarians revered him as a deity… Longxiang silently lamented.
Although he had long known that the Shaman King’s powers far exceeded his own combat skills, facing him directly would certainly put him at a disadvantage, and he had no chance of killing the Shaman King. What he didn’t expect was that, even as humans, such a disparity in strength could exist.
That feeling reminded him of when he was ten years old, overly confident in his martial arts skills, thinking he was unmatched in the world, when he first picked up a wooden spear to practice with an elder who was more than a decade older in his clan.
Even at that time, his martial skills had surpassed his peers and even most elders, but the gap in power could not be fully compensated for by technique.
During that practice, he hit that elder thirty-seven times without knocking him down, while the elder only hit him three times and rendered him incapable of continuing the fight…
The difference between him and the Shaman King was similarly a gap in power.
Some people always think peace is the norm, but in reality, since the time when humans were still beasts, chaos and war have never ceased. Many even believe that the fleeting glimpses of peace are merely another form of war.
The “chaos and war” that has existed since ancient times grants the Shaman King power that far exceeds that of an auspicious wind and rain-spitting dragon, resembling an auspicious talisman; it presents terrifying strength to Longxiang.
In a daze, Longxiang felt himself being lifted, an intense pain suddenly shot through his chest, causing him to cough up another mouthful of fresh bl**d.
On the verge of fainting, the surge of pain brought him a moment of clarity.
Regaining his composure and waiting for his vision to clear, he saw the bl**d-stained, somber face of the Shaman King.
Just as the Shaman King’s combat power exceeded Longxiang’s expectations, Longxiang’s combat power also exceeded the Shaman King’s.
Since he began leading the army eastward, there had been others who resisted him, but none of them could survive for more than five breaths in front of him. Longxiang, however, managed to fight him for nearly the time it takes to burn a stick of incense and even severed one of his arms, leaving significant wounds on his body…
It had been a long time since he felt d*ath while in battle; the slightest hint of d*ath closing in was indeed rare enough to emerge from him.
Delightful!
“I didn’t expect you could reach such a level; very good! But this alone is far from enough to stop me.”
“Is that so?” Longxiang forced his lips into a wry smile, revealing a mocking grin. “Should I feel lucky to be praised by the great Shaman King?”
“Of course,” the Shaman King replied calmly.
Were it not for this praise, and were it not for the rare pleasure Longxiang had brought him, he would not have bothered to exchange even a word with him before his d*ath.
“It’s a pity you had the chance to become a valuable servant of mine…”
He truly admired Longxiang, especially the reckless aura he exuded when battling him.
And those Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers…
Even when pierced through by blades, they clung fiercely to their hold, pouncing on enemies with severed limbs, or collapsing in bl**d and flesh yet still entangling the enemy tightly.
They were like a barricade built from human flesh, abruptly blocking the army’s advance.
For a moment, the Shaman King even felt that those Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers resembled servants transformed by the grace he bestowed more than those tribal warriors.
However, what puzzled him was that, among those Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers, aside from their fury and overwhelming desire to k*ll, he could not sense the slightest hint of despair that war brought them. Even when their lives slipped away and they fell to the ground, their eyes held an inexplicable clarity, devoid of despair.
It was as if, before they died, they opened their eyes not out of reluctance, but to witness whatever they could after d*ath with those very eyes.
He could only wonder what Longxiang had done to train them to be this way.
Disgusting!
“Heh, valuable servants, huh?” Longxiang chuckled at the Shaman King’s words. “Then great Shaman King, do you think it’s still too late for me to submit to you now?”
Upon hearing this, the Shaman King’s double pupils trembled slightly, a flicker of astonishment passing through, then shook his head, saying, “A dog that has bitten a person once has no worth living, no matter what.”
As he spoke, a faint pressure echoed, his robust arm flexing tightly, massive hands crushing Longxiang’s neck, creating five deep indentations.
The time for bestowing mercy before d*ath had come to an end, marking the conclusion of Longxiang’s life.
However, just as he was about to crush Longxiang’s throat, Longxiang suddenly grinned, revealing a malicious smile that puzzled him.
“Great Shaman King, do you happen to know that in this vast Gobi, there exists a Miracle Flower?” Longxiang said, his previously exhausted spirit energy suddenly surging once more.
In the next moment, a rich fragrance began to emanate from within him.
Dazzling golden flames ignited beneath his shell, highlighting his increasingly hideous smile, causing the Shaman King to momentarily lapse into a stupor.
In the haze, a low recitation echoed through the air.
That voice was not emitted by Longxiang but came from a distant and elusive place, ethereal and vague.
“I wish for the fragrance to envelop the world today, sacrificing my life, enduring the three disasters of the ten calamities and four sufferings, to eliminate all vile thoughts and wicked speech, to guide the soul onto the right path, to purify all evils, and to continuously receive light and joy…”
As the murmured sound rose, golden flames spread from Longxiang, tracing intricate spells upon the Shaman King’s arms.
Seeing this, Longxiang couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Hahaha! This battle, I have won!”
“To stop the strife with this body, to extinguish the flames of war, what does a d*ath matter!”
“A thousand deaths… what does it matter!”
As Longxiang’s voice fell, the Shaman King immediately sensed that something within him, something regarding his powers, had suddenly intertwined with Longxiang’s.
In almost an instant, he deduced from the dissipating spirit energy fluctuations that this was a spell originating from Zoroastrianism.
No wonder that little Hong Bian hadn’t shown up; it turned out he was preparing this kind of scheme in secrecy… Boring! The Shaman King thought.
Although he realized that this spell could likely inflict heavy damage upon him, he had no intention of retreating.
The Shaman King, born from bl**d and flames, unrivaled in the world, would only instill fear in others. How could there be a reason to choose to avoid the spotlight out of fear?
Either slay the enemy on the blade or d*e trying; that’s what was satisfying and proportional to his powers!
Moreover, even if Hong Bian had been plotting in the shadows, even if Longxiang sacrificed himself for this spell, it wouldn’t be enough to take his life.
All forces and sufferings that couldn’t k*ll him would only bring him momentary pleasure, becoming the driving force behind his increased strength.
So, it was all over!
In contemplation, he suddenly exerted force, and then solid spirit energy surged forth from within him, transforming into a half-virtual, half-solid dark hand, shimmering with red light, enveloping Longxiang’s body.
In that moment, Longxiang felt unprecedented agony spreading from the depths of his soul, hearing the continuous sounds of breaking, which came from his soon-to-be shattered body, rippling from the collapse of the Chilin Spirit Patterns.
The next moment, a pitch-black beam filled with malice and despair erupted into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds shrouding the heavens, dyeing the night sky in shades of bl**d and fire, as Longxiang’s vision became enveloped in crimson, as if the entire world had plunged into a chasm of bl**d and fire.
At that moment, a thunderous shout resounded.
“Living in d*ath, a thousand deaths, what does it matter——!”
As the shout came, figures cloaked in golden flames—who had endured the simultaneous erosion of body and mind—slowly approached, dragging others into a cycle of relentless slaughter and despair-filled nightmares.
These were the remaining seventy or so Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers left from the battle thus far.
In a daze, seeing the figures of those Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers, Longxiang felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
Farewell, may you find a good world in your next life, live safely and happily, no longer suffering from the ravages of war… Longxiang silently muttered the words he could no longer express, and then closed his eyes.
The Shaman King had misjudged one thing.
The spell that Hong Bian had meticulously crafted for a long time was not just a sacrifice of Longxiang alone, but of all in the Longxiang Army present on this battlefield.
And Hong Bian also knew that, even with everyone sacrificed, it would be difficult to k*ll the Shaman King. Thus, this spell did not aim to take his life but to seal away all his spirit energy, awaiting the arrival of God Realm Yumen to ensure his eternal confinement in the sandy sea.
“Sand, sand—sand, sand—!”
In the distance, the Yumen Pass, which had been rooted in the earth, began to fade away as if blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing as though it aimed to merge into the Gobi.
Immediately after, whispers of sound came from the sky, as wisps of flowing sand began to cascade down from the bl**d-red night sky, like a sandy sea being breached, falling upon the Shaman King’s massive body cloaked in golden flames, sending ripples surging.
“All that you have done is in vain; as long as there are fires of war in this world, my Que Pijia will never fall!” the Shaman King roared, his voice filled with unwillingness, like a vicious curse.
As he roared, he stretched out a hand toward the sky, gripping tightly.
But he grasped nothing.
Endless yellow sand flowed through the gaps between his fingers, engulfing his body.
The roar suddenly ceased.
Moments later, in the seemingly endless Gobi, only the ancient winds continued to roll the yellow sand, as if Longxiang, the Shaman King, the Yumen Pass, and those Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers had never existed, all vanishing without a trace…
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On the other side, atop the dilapidated rooftop.
The Proxy Player Sister, who had finished her various tasks, tied up her long hair, put on an apron, and sat cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with what resembled bloody red clay while gazing at the projection in the sky, her brows furrowed, murmuring to herself.
Her look bore an uncanny resemblance to a middle-aged housewife, grumbling about an unsatisfactory plot while doing household chores.
“Can this guy not get this done? This is the 1,629th try; why isn’t it successful yet? Is he trying to drive me crazy?”
As she spoke, her hands inadvertently squeezed, crushing the already formed head of the clay figure.
When she hurriedly collected the scattered pieces of clay and reformed a rough spherical shape, she lifted her head to look at the sky, only to be momentarily taken aback, followed swiftly by a look of excitement.
Could it be that it worked this time?
How many tries has it been?
1,630, or… forget it, that’s no longer important! the Proxy Player Sister thought.
In the projection in the sky, Luxianbei, with a slightly pale face, stood with both hands cradling a ball of crimson flame, seemingly identical to the flame beside her infused with the powers of Celestial Maiden Ya.
The flame danced and flickered, and within the firelight, figures in azure clothing with crimson hair flashed by.
The silhouette of Celestial Maiden Ya seemed to have been perfectly recorded within that flame.
However…
“Although the face is a bit distorted and twisted, resembling a ghost, but the one condensing the spirit seal is Luxianbei; we can’t demand too high standards,” the Proxy Player Sister pouted. “Moreover, a few flaws seem to not matter, right?”
To her, as long as Luxianbei could obtain Cataclysm Grade power without embracing destruction, it didn’t matter how it was attained or what level would be reached afterward.
It was similar to a fresh graduate; it didn’t really matter what kind of house or car they would buy in the future or what kind of life they would lead; what mattered was finding a job that suited them and taking the first step.
However, just as the Proxy Player Sister was about to breathe a sigh of relief and relax to create her “new work,” Luxianbei shook his head and waved, dispersing the spirit seal he had just formed, not yet stabilized.
“What the heck! Is she not satisfied and wants to start over? Why doesn’t she have a bit more self-awareness about her abilities?”
The Proxy Player Sister was very clear that the fact that Luxianbei could condense such a ghostly face was already an extraordinary performance. Doing it again, it would be challenging to do better, and to re-condense the spirit seal would likely require another thousand tries, or even more.
However…
Luxianbei had his own thoughts!
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In a chaotic realm of consciousness, Luxianbei gazed at the flame imbued with the powers of Celestial Maiden Ya and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
“……”
He hadn’t expected that effort would actually yield results. Although there were significant flaws and the powers stolen were less than 50%, it could still be considered a success, right?
Since the spirit seal recorded the projection of Celestial Maiden Ya was successfully created, perhaps substituting it with another appearance might also succeed?
For example, Bai Xiaohua? Or perhaps… myself?
Luxianbei pondered silently, adjusting his breath and once again methodically stimulating the spirit energy within him.
**Chapter 247: Abnormalities in the Earth Veins**
Vibrations, intense vibrations.
A deafening roar echoed from beneath his feet, as if the gigantic city gate was about to rise, flying into the sky.
It felt like a massive earthquake… Shen Baiwei thought.
While searching for the whereabouts of the Sacred Relic in the Miracle Cult, she had encountered a 7.8 magnitude earthquake near the Fiji Islands, a memory that remained vivid in her mind.
Now, the tremors from the Yumen Pass felt even stronger than that earthquake, but strangely, despite the violent shaking, it had not caused any serious damage.
Dust and fine sand accumulated over countless years were lifted in the tremors, swirling like a raging flood, sweeping through the streets and alleys, while tiles flew off the roofs of buildings, creating crisp sounds.
However, aside from the edges of the city gate, where a few dilapidated huts were already worn, the other buildings appeared to be protected by some force, showing no signs of damage.
After several moments, the soaring city walls surrounding the Yumen Pass began rotating, as if a pair of hands were hastily manipulating the sides of a Rubik’s Cube. The not-so-precise yet overwhelmingly numerous spells burst forth with brightly colored brilliance from the walls.
The surging spirit energy made the air feel thick and scorching, as spirit energy from all directions surged toward the County Prince’s Mansion in the center of the pass, creating a massive vortex of invisible waves above it.
It was as if some terrifying giant beast lay concealed there, breathing deeply.
From a distance, atop the tallest building of the County Prince’s Mansion, amidst the rolling waves of endless flying sand, stood a towering figure in a pale monk robe of Zawen Temple, gazing up at the sky, like a final guardian, waiting for something to descend.
Countless streams of shimmering light arose from the walls, weaving together like chaotic cables, merging into brilliant colors that enveloped the air above the Yumen Pass, obscuring the daylight, then gradually dimming until the sky reverted to chaos.
It seemed that the God Realm Yumen was about to be sealed… Shen Baiwei thought.
The Nanling County King had successfully lured the Shaman King to the God Realm Yumen. After the Shaman King was suppressed by the Nanling County King’s sacrifice of this life, as well as reincarnation at the cost of “three calamities of ten disasters and four sufferings,” the Hong Bian Monk had also successfully utilized the power of the God Realm Yumen to complete the suppression.
Thus, this war had come to an end, and the God Realm Yumen and the living beings within the city were about to face a thousand years of sealing.
However, how was the “three calamities of ten disasters and four sufferings” achieved?
Shen Baiwei, having studied this information at the Tethys Laboratory, knew that in this world, there was no such thing as reincarnation; once dead, one was truly dead, and even if there were occasional occurrences of a revival, they were without a doubt urban legends.
Since there was no reincarnation, the concept of three lives and three realms was even more ludicrous.
When the Nanling County King and the Longxiang Army Armor Soldiers sacrificed themselves, the “three lives” referred to in the spell most likely pointed to some urban legend?
In other words, they would endure the sufferings of three lives and three realms but would not have any real coming or going… Shen Baiwei pouted.
While searching for a way to escape the powers of the Snake of Time, she had read some records from M Country, where urban legends about demon transactions were prevalent, which also included information about sacrifices.
Any urban legend involving demon species that proposed the trade of this life for the next, was pure deception, akin to a scam at the level of a pig slaughter operation.
There was no life to come; sacrificing one’s life meant complete disaster!
However, some people, even the vast majority, did not believe in evil.
In recent years, the Night Alliance in M Country had dealt with thousands of urban legend incidents triggered by “demon transactions” almost every year.
Shen Baiwei thought to herself, until she suddenly heard Luxianbei mutter something akin to a dream in her arms, startling her out of her disjointed, perpetual train of thought.
Looking down, her eyes trembled slightly.
Luxianbei was still asleep, looking peaceful, his pink lips murmuring in his sleep.
What surprised Shen Baiwei was that she had unconsciously taken out a notepad and was recording the scene just before the sealing of the God Realm Yumen, as if it had become an instinct for her…
But this feeling didn’t seem too bad? Shen Baiwei thought.
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At the highest point of the County Prince’s Mansion within the city gate.
Cannibal Monk Zhang Xuan gazed at the sky, his eyes gradually reddening.
After becoming a disciple of Hong Bian and entering Zawen Temple to practice, he once asked Hong Bian, “What kind of ending would be worthy of one’s life?”
Hong Bian merely smiled and replied, “You’ll understand when the time comes.”
And now, he understood.
Feeling the familiar spirit energy fluctuations surrounding him that belonged to Hong Bian, Cannibal Monk Zhang Xuan knelt on one knee and clasped his hands towards the west. “Master, may you rest in peace!”
He didn’t know where Hong Bian’s hometown was, only that it was roughly to the west of the pass.
Now that Hong Bian had sacrificed himself and returned to the heavens, it would seem he would also return to his home to rest, right?
After a solemn bow, Cannibal Monk Zhang Xuan took a deep breath and pushed his spirit energy to its utmost.
As the spirit energy surged within him, his figure grew, the rocky texture rapidly spreading across his bl**d-smeared flesh, and within a few breaths, a giant rose into view, towering over the buildings of the County Prince’s Mansion.
A terrifying sense of pressure radiated outward in all directions.
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Beyond the city gate.
On a barren hill.
Thief Ma Se and bandit leader Gur Suwan stood side by side, carrying their packs.
When the grand gate, once rooted firmly in the ground, vanished from sight as if blown away by the wind, the two looked at each other and exchanged a respectful nod in silence.
Then they turned, one heading south, the other north, without looking back, setting off towards their respective missions.
With no expectation of reunion, they did not need to say goodbye.
The wind and sand blew, and soon their figures faded away as if time had erased their traces from the Gobi.
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Inside the Dai Mu Institute.
Upon entering through the main door, one would find the lavishly decorated hall, but now this place, which was usually filled with the melodies of songbirds and the intoxication of wine and meat, was now resonating with the cries of children, as numerous songstresses, dancers, servants, and mothers hustled about in chaos.
In the face of crisis, almost all the sons and daughters of the Longxiang Army soldiers had been gathered into this one or two most prominent buildings of the Yumen Pass.
In a corner of the hall, Xia Lianqing gazed mournfully towards the southern city wall.
“Miss, miss, please think of a way! Why are those children crying so much?”
A maid’s voice broke through, and Xia Lianqing returned her gaze, turning to say, “Of course they cry, because their fathers will never return.”
The maid paused for a moment, tilting her head to look at Xia Lianqing’s reddening eyes, perplexed. “Then why are you crying, Miss?”
“Because…” Xia Lianqing smiled bitterly and shook her head, “The wind and sand are too strong, swirling with smoke, it has clouded my eyes.”
“Oh.” The maid nodded dazedly, but by the time she regained her senses, Xia Lianqing had already passed by her, walking straight towards the center stage of the hall, sitting cross-legged and beginning to sing a nursery rhyme.
It was a nursery rhyme in the Huihu language. No one understood the content, but upon hearing it, it felt as if a mirage unfolded, bringing forth images of grasslands, hares, and butterflies.
As the warm and gentle power contained within the song spread, it was like a pair of warm hands gently caressing everyone’s hearts, silencing the cries.
After a long while, all the children had peacefully drifted off to sleep.
Xia Lianqing stepped down from the stage, and the maid hurriedly approached, exclaiming, “Miss! What was that song you just sang? I’ve never heard you sing that before!”
“It was just a lullaby from my hometown,” Xia Lianqing replied. “My mother used to sing it to me…”
When I realized that my father would never return. Xia Lianqing added silently in her heart.
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A thousand years ago, as the dust settled in the God Realm Yumen, Shengjing, at the headquarters of the Siye Association, in the Wordless Book office.
The acting secretary responsible for coordinating various data within the Wordless Book, Wu Yuhui, stood with her hands on her hips in front of her desk, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling violently, while her bloodshot eyes peered out from behind her glasses.
After reviewing the recently delivered documents, she felt that if the Wordless Book did not return soon, not only would she be on the verge of a mental breakdown, but she would also exhibit uncontrolled spirit energy, endocrine disorders, and other symptoms.
X Tai Sui and the F-class urban legend were getting restless, with breaches in containment, small leaks of Night Erosion, and sightings of unidentified spiritual ability users from the Solar Eclipse Society out of containment—stirring the pot, and illegal cults possibly worshiping X Tai Sui organizing large-scale suicidal sacrifices…
In normal times, handling just one of these issues would have them running at full capacity, yet now, all seven or eight incidents had piled up on her.
“……”
Truly, I was wrong!
I thought I could escape the pressure of the big companies by coming to the Siye Association, but I didn’t expect it wouldn’t become any easier! Wu Yuhui lamented.
She never imagined that while the leaders of the Siye Association rarely exploited their subordinates, once they began doing so, the effect would be much worse than her previous bosses!
What 996? That’s laughable! Have you ever seen a 13020?
Working over twenty hours a day from the first to the thirtieth of each month… do you even know the worth of that?
Just as Wu Yuhui’s mind was filled with resentment and her spirit was on the brink of collapse, the door swung open.
Another secretary arrived with new documents.
“One good news, one bad news; which do you want to hear first?”
“Good news! Good news!” Wu Yuhui replied without hesitation.
She was on the verge of breaking down and desperately needed some good news to relieve her stress.
Another secretary shrugged and said, “The Tulip Society and the Dachunyang Palace have intervened in the suppression of the F-class urban legend. X Tai Sui ceased its restlessness half an hour ago, and the Siye Association operatives went to patch up the containment area.”
“What about the bad news?” Wu Yuhui asked.
“Bad news…” the other secretary sighed. “The level of Night Erosion at the Yumen Pass doubled ten minutes ago, and a large number of spiritual energy fluctuation sources from urban legends have been detected inside the God Realm Yumen.”
“How many is a large number?” Wu Yuhui complained. “How many times has Lord Wordless Book said that these data must not be used? Vague quantities mean nothing; have you forgotten again?”
“Preliminary statistics show between 10,000 to 11,000…” the other secretary said awkwardly. “They all appeared out of thin air, as if summoned there by some power.”
Wu Yuhui, “？？？”
What is this? How is the weight of your good and bad news so imbalanced? This is like getting a raise of five hundred in the morning only for your house to burn down in the afternoon!
“What’s stranger is that as the God Realm Yumen was damaged, the detection signals grew stronger. Guess what we found inside it?” the other secretary continued.
“What?”
“We found living people inside the Yumen Pass… uh, to be precise, over five hundred ordinary people.”
Wu Yuhui, “……”
How is that possible?
In an environment worse than hell, ordinary people couldn’t last even five seconds; how could there be over five hundred ordinary people inside?
This is absurd, just like almost being burned to ash, and yet the little cat at home remains unscathed.
Seeing Wu Yuhui’s expression turn somewhat grim, the other secretary comforted her, saying, “But we don’t have to worry too much about this! The powers of these suddenly appearing urban legends, their energy fluctuation levels are all around Class C. Several Guardians are keeping an eye on them; no matter the quantity, they won’t stir up any waves…”
“That’s true…” Wu Yuhui hesitated, rubbing her temples and sighed deeply. “Well, I can only trust in the Guardians.”
According to common sense, even with Guardians involved, the secretaries should always monitor changes in data. But now, with her and the other secretaries struggling to handle only the data related to the F-class urban legend and X Tai Sui, they were overwhelmed.
“It’s not good! It’s not good!”
Just when Wu Yuhui’s taut nerves were about to relax, an urgent shout from the corridor outside caused her heart to lift again.
Three seconds later, a gasping, pale-faced Siye Association operative appeared at the office door, clutching a document bag marked with a red mourning owl.
What kind of trouble is it now? The two secretaries in the office changed their expressions.
Then they heard the Siye Association operative, holding up the file bag, stammering, “Red… red… owl signal…”
“Xiao Chen, slow down and adjust yourself before speaking!” Wu Yuhui said sternly.
Hearing this, the operative named Xiao Chen took several deep breaths and then quickly pulled out the document from the bag, handing it to Wu Yuhui while explaining, “Secretary, it just came in—the red owl signal.”
“About ten minutes ago, anomalies appeared in the geological pulse of the desert around the Yumen Pass, approximately 50,000 square kilometers, as if… as if summoned by some powerful force…”
Wu Yuhui, “……” What is this? Where did this Cataclysmic urban legend come from to stir things up?
