plumnovel Chapter 170, Paragraph 1: Net Coordinates
Chapter 170, Paragraph 1: Net Coordinates
As soon as the black slit bit into his ankle, the observer began to fall.
He braced himself on the ground with both hands, his fingernails scratching out several white marks.
Sun Wukong rushed forward in one step.
The golden cudgel pressed down.
A muffled "snap" sounded.
The hand, studded with tiny plaques, was smashed directly into the crevice.
A strange cry came from the darkness.
It's like someone scraping the bottom of a pot with a piece of iron.
Yang Jian didn't stop.
With a flick of the three-pointed double-edged knife along the seam, the tip of the knife flipped, and the entire black seam split open by half a foot on the spot.
The hand inside was trying to pull back.
Wukong swung his stick and smashed it again.
"Click!"
Several small cards flew out and spun on the ground.
Chen Fan didn't look over there.
He squatted down in front of the sutra reader, staring at the half-old picture in his hand.
"explain."
Where is the first paragraph?
The person observing the sutra was panting heavily, and his mouth was covered in black blood.
He raised his hand and first pointed to the light-colored seal at the corner of the old map.
The word "clean".
"Look at this seal."
"Look at the reading notes again."
The old Song dynasty records had long since unrolled those yellowed scrolls of text.
The string of short sentences above resembles a count or a roll call.
Clean, seven, three, return, north, turn.
The person observing the sutra used their fingers to gesture back and forth between the two sides.
"It's not a word."
"It's Canglu."
"Jingyin pressed the first paragraph."
He coughed twice, his throat sounding like it was stuffed with sand.
"Enter from the West Inner Bay, pass Pier 7, and do not go through the main gate."
"Go down along the third fold beam."
"The landing point is at the outer edge of the net position."
When Pigsy heard this, his eyes widened in astonishment.
"You call this coordinates?"
The person observing the scriptures twitched the corner of their mouth.
"The host doesn't write complete sentences."
"He's afraid people will understand."
"Leave only half."
"The other half is either in the master box or in the general ledger."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
Are you sure this part matches?
The sutra reader pushed the old picture in front of him.
"See for yourself."
"The clean seal on the recitation strip and the clean seal in the corner of the picture are exactly the same."
Even the indentations are the same.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
That seal wasn't newly stamped.
The edges are fuzzy, as if it has been pressed repeatedly.
He quickly tucked the drawing into his sleeve.
"What's the part about the mother box?"
Just as the sutra observer was about to speak, a series of soft "whooshing" sounds suddenly rang out above his head.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
In the distance, the white lid of the mother box is closing one section at a time.
What's more troublesome is that white lines started appearing from all directions.
Those white lines followed the ground like thin snakes.
"It's collecting things."
Song Jiuce's expression changed.
He grabbed the white wooden plaque at his waist, his hand tensing up.
"Expired box label".
"The mother box has begun to be recycled."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the area around the old team exploded.
A tall, thin man had barely uttered half a curse when the wooden sign at his waist jerked violently, causing him to stumble forward.
The crack on the wooden sign began to turn white.
Then, a piece of white thread emerged from the ground and wrapped around one end of the wooden sign.
"Let go!"
The people next to him rushed over and pulled him away.
late.
The wooden sign flew up with a "whoosh" and headed straight for the mother box in the distance.
The man knelt on the ground, as if he had suddenly lost all his bones.
"My signature!"
"It took my lot!"
One shout after another, chaos reigned everywhere.
More white wooden plaques are starting to heat up.
Some of them are so hot they burn your hands.
Some of them flipped themselves over.
Some were trembling violently in their waists, as if they were in a hurry to run back.
Yang Jian glanced at it, and his brows immediately furrowed.
"This is not confiscation."
"It's stored away."
Song Jiuce's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Secondary storage."
"District Seven will be stuffed back into the old box."
Pigsy's face turned pale.
"Where is that person?"
"Should we put the person back in too?"
The old Song dynasty records did not provide an answer.
He just stared at the flying wooden signs, his hands trembling violently.
The answer is already there.
The wooden sign flies first.
People dispersed afterward.
Chen Fan stood up and dusted off his sleeves.
"What about the general ledger?"
The person observing the sutra raised their head, their eyes filled with anxiety.
"The general ledger is in the hands of the port owner."
"That page records the seal on the mother box."
"Also remember another set of coordinates."
"Without it, we can't enter the clean area."
"Without the mother box section, you won't be able to find the door even if you go inside."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He turned to look at the mother box.
The top cover of that thing was already two-thirds closed.
The white line is receding faster and faster.
The wooden signs on the ground flew up one after another.
Even the few remaining valid signatures in the old number team started to get hot.
"Monkey King".
Chen Fan spoke quickly.
"Go to the front of the mother box, and make sure it doesn't accidentally collect all the people."
Sun Wukong grinned and brandished his staff.
"I hate this stuff the most too."
"Whoever dares to take on people, I'll go and smash their shell first."
Yang Jian didn't waste any words.
"Three breaths."
"I'll go to the crack."
He lifted his foot and walked away, slapping the ground with the back of his knife. The hand in the dark crevice immediately retracted, and the strange cry from inside also weakened by half.
Chen Fan turned around and looked at the person observing the scriptures.
"Where is the general ledger?"
The observer raised his chin and pointed to the row of black cabinets at the far end of the port.
"Under the main tower of the harbor."
"Behind the third cabinet."
"But if you want to go there now, you have to cross the recycling line first."
Chen Fan looked in the direction he was pointing.
A white mist-like tide had already risen over there.
Layer by layer, it's being pushed towards the main account in the port.
Further away, on top of the black cabinet, a page of account paper had somehow flipped out on its own.
The paper is blank.
But the next instant, the first line of text slowly appeared.
net.
seven.
three.
Chen Fan stared at the line of text, his eyes turning cold.
"It's also filling in the coordinates."
The person observing the sutra suddenly looked up.
"It's not a supplement."
"I'll show you a clip first."
"It wants you to chase after it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the top cover of the mother box closed completely.
All the white wooden signs in the entire seventh district trembled simultaneously.
The next second, hundreds of white lines pulled back simultaneously.
The members of the old team at the very front had their wooden badges removed from their waists.
Amidst a flurry of white shadows flying through the air, Chen Fan suddenly heard Song Jiuce shout out in a terrified voice.
"broken!"
"That's Qi Sanshou's fortune slip!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the general ledger page behind the black cabinet in the distance turned to another page by itself.
On this page, a string of new words slowly emerges.
The mother box has been recovered.
Pier 7 is closed.
Chapter 559 The Mother Box Opens Its Mouth
"The mother box has been retrieved."
"Seventh Pier, sealed off."
When that string of words appeared, the entire Seventh District felt as if someone had grabbed it by the throat.
The white wooden plaques that had just been pulled up in mid-air all turned around and stopped flying towards the general ledger page. Instead, they rushed towards the crack on top of the mother box.
It's not about collecting cards.
It's a warehouse swallowing.
Song Jiuce's face turned pale. He reached out to grab an old plaque that flashed past his eyes, but as soon as his hand touched it, the wooden plaque hissed and burned his palm.
"Don't touch it!"
The spectator grabbed him tightly, his voice strained.
"It's opened the recycle tray!"
Chen Fan suddenly looked up.
The black cover on top of the mother box was sealed shut, but a round crack appeared in the very center.
The opening wasn't big.
It was only as wide as the millstone at first.
The next instant, the black edges around the mouth flipped open section by section, like lips being peeled off.
It grows bigger and bigger.
It gets lower and lower as it rises.
There were no teeth or tongue inside.
There are only layers of black grooves that curl inwards.
Something was hanging in each of the slots.
Broken white cards, broken black rings, half-broken account books, and blackened old pages.
There are still people.
Some people were stuck in those dark troughs, with only half of their faces showing. Their mouths were completely sealed with iron plates, so they couldn't even scream. They could only stare out with their eyes wide open.
Pigsy felt a chill run down his spine after seeing this.
"Damn it, this isn't a box, it's a whole warehouse!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a suction force suddenly shot out from the opening of the mother box.
Whoosh.
The entire row of broken cabinets at the street corner flew up.
The cabinet door burst open, and the old rolls, expired serial numbers, and fragments of black nails sealed inside were all swept into the air.
Even the wreckage of the recovery boats on the ground started to slip.
Sun Wukong stepped on a cracked platform and slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.
"Everyone, lie still!"
The old squad members around them were already in a state of chaos.
Someone clung tightly to the base of the pillar.
Someone put a rope around their waist.
Several others didn't even have time to react before they were lifted off the ground, screaming as they flew.
"Help me!"
"I've lost all my cards! I've lost all my cards!"
"I don't want to enter the market!"
The tall, thin guy fared the worst. The cracked white wooden plaque on his waist flew off first, and as soon as his body left the ground, a line of gray characters appeared on the back of his neck.
The old number is invalid.
The next second, the suction force of the mother box suddenly intensified.
He couldn't even break free before being swept into the abyss.
Not a sound was left.
The group of onlookers froze in shock.
Just a moment ago, some people were still clinging to a sliver of hope, thinking that as long as they weren't singled out, everything would be fine.
Now everyone understands.
The mother box isn't here to arrest a few people.
They've come to clear the area.
The old certificate was swallowed back.
The old number was swallowed back.
Even the black rings that failed were not left behind.
It wants to completely clean up this mess in District Seven.
"The port owner has gone mad!"
Song Jiuce's voice cracked.
"This is an annihilation zone!"
"It's afraid we'll release the old maps and net coordinates; it wants to swallow everything that can testify to this!"
Before he could finish speaking, the port gates that Yang Jian had just sealed off in the distance also trembled.
A string of black rings fell from the crack in the door.
Those black rings seemed to be alive, dragging their chains as they crawled towards the mother box.
The ground began to crack.
Thin black nails emerged from the crack.
The nail head had a number tag attached.
Like patches of black grass growing out.
The person observing the sutra looked down and their expression changed.
"It's pumping out the deep storage channel."
"This is not surface recycling."
"In a little while, it will hollow out the foundation of District Seven."
Chen Fan did not respond.
His eyes remained fixed on the inward-curving black grooves inside the mother box.
Others are watching the swallowing process.
He was watching the rhythm inside.
That suction force wasn't random.
Every three breaths, the innermost layer would light up briefly.
When it's lit, the channel will pause briefly.
It's like there's something checking inside before letting it through.
check?
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"Brother Monkey, take me up there."
Pigsy got anxious first.
"Are you crazy? That thing has its mouth open!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pointed.
There's something inside.
Sun Wukong didn't even ask the second question, and reached out to grab Chen Fan by the back of his collar.
"I've got my eye on it."
The next instant, Chen Fan felt his feet sink into the ground.
The wind whistled past my ears.
Sun Wukong swung his arm and threw him directly towards the side of the mother box opening.
A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.
"Master Chen!"
"military adviser!"
Chen Fan was in mid-air when he flung away the half of the old map in his hand.
As soon as the blueprints were unfolded, the first segment of net coordinates, which had only been illuminated once before, was now being made white by the black light coming from the mother box opening.
More than one segment.
A second thin line emerges from the edge of the image.
The line doesn't go outwards.
It's drilling inwards.
It leads directly to the depths of the mother box.
"really."
Chen Fan's heart sank.
This thing isn't just a simple recycling port.
It is itself the entrance to a deep box road.
What's even more ruthless is that as soon as the blueprints were revealed, the verification process at the innermost layer of the motherboard also became even clearer.
Chen Fan saw it.
A nail.
A nail was embedded in the center of the black groove, its body in the iron plate, with a dozen thin lines attached to its end.
It's the same as the previous review authority pin.
It's just deeper and darker.
The old certificates, old numbers, and black rings that were swallowed up around it were all swept up first. The qualified ones were sent in, and the unqualified ones were directly shredded.
A series of thoughts immediately flashed through Chen Fan's mind.
The first permission pin can modify the surface layer.
The second permission pin is stuck in the mother box's core.
Whoever gets it will be able to access the deeper secrets.
No wonder the port owner is holding on so fiercely.
This is not a single warehouse.
This is the main meridian.
Just then, the mother box seemed to sense something, and the suction suddenly stopped.
Immediately following, a dull thud came from the black mouth.
thump.
thump.
thump.
Each time it beeps, the permission pin lights up.
The person observing the sutra below looked up and roared.
"It has found you!"
"Get down quickly!"
Chen Fan did not back down at all.
He gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and shone the half of the old picture towards the nail.
As soon as the white line made contact, a screeching friction sound immediately rang out from inside the mother box.
Next to the black nail, another narrow door suddenly popped out.
Behind the door are all boxways leading down.
Layer upon layer, so deep that the bottom cannot be seen.
Chen Fan's scalp tingled.
The deep entrance has been opened!
But this move was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
The opening of the mother box suddenly widened.
The suction force increased several times over.
Chen Fan felt a tightness in his chest, and was pulled inwards.
"Chen Fan!"
Below, Sun Wukong pushed off with his feet and instantly soared into the sky.
On the other side, Yang Jian also raised his hand and swung out his three-pointed double-edged sword. The hilt of the sword got stuck in a crack in the ground. He then grabbed a string of old chains with his other hand, trying to give Chen Fan some leverage.
The mother box is faster.
Four tongue-like iron bars suddenly emerged from the edge of the black mouth, heading straight for Chen Fan's legs.
Chen Fan was in mid-air, twisting his waist to narrowly avoid one, but another had already grazed past the sole of his boot.
Half of the boot was gone on the spot.
The people in the old team below were staring so intently their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"It's swallowing people alive!"
"They'll catch that guy again!"
"What the hell is this monstrous thing?!"
Pigsy was so anxious he jumped up and down, picked up his nine-toothed rake and started cursing.
"You think you have a mouth? This old pig will plow it to pieces first!"
He swung the rake down and hit the outer shell of the mother box squarely.
With a bang.
Sparks flew everywhere.
The mother box didn't even shake; it only left nine white marks on the outer wall.
The next moment, the white seal wriggled on its own and slowly closed up again.
Pigsy's lips twitched.
"Will this thing grow?"
Yang Jian said coldly, "The outer shell isn't the point. Once the entrance is open, attack from the inside."
Sun Wukong rushed in front of Chen Fan, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him outwards.
Chen Fan used the momentum to flip himself out, landing heavily back on the broken platform, his chest still trembling.
Song Jiuce rushed over, tumbling and crawling.
"What did you see?"
Chen Fan looked up, his eyes shining brightly.
"The second review authority pin."
"It's inside."
"There's also a deeper tunnel inside."
Upon hearing this, the surroundings fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, everyone's breathing became erratic.
The one who observed the sutra was the first to react.
Are you sure?
"Sure."
Chen Fan pointed to the opening of the mother box.
"That narrow gate we just passed is the second section of the road on the map."
"It's not trying to lure us away."
"It's on the Tibetan road."
"The Hong Kong government's intention to reclaim District 7 is not just to silence witnesses. He fears that someone else will preemptively enter this area."
Song Jiuce's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes reddened.
"Deep underground passage...there must be old case files hidden underneath."
"My master's records and my brother's deleted criminal records might be in there."
Bajie forgot about cursing and turned to look at Chen Fan.
"What should we do?"
"Once it finishes swallowing us, we'll all be gone."
"Going now is like jumping into its mouth."
"If we don't go, the outside world can't hold out either."
Large numbers of old signatures were torn away from the surrounding area.
A section of the ground collapsed in the distance.
A whole row of low-lying warehouses where the old inhabitants had hidden themselves slid towards the mother box, along with the walls.
The cries and screams suddenly erupted.
Yang Jian exerted force, and cracks began to appear in the blocked harbor gate.
"It won't last long."
Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, looked up at the ever-widening black mouth and grinned.
"What else is there to think about?"
"If it dares to open its mouth, I'll go inside its belly and cause trouble too."
Chen Fan took a deep breath and quickly scanned the crowd.
Wukong can clear the way.
Yang Jian was able to cover the rear.
Those who contemplate the scriptures understand the path to enlightenment.
The old records of the Song Dynasty were used to identify old cases.
This mother box is something everyone avoids like the plague.
They insisted on charging in.
If we don't go in, we'll die outside.
Going in would at least give us a chance to grab nails, clear a path, and survive.
Chen Fan raised his hand and slapped it directly onto half of the old picture.
The white lines on the drawing jolted, and the second section of the entrance line lit up completely.
"Listen carefully, everyone."
"We're not returning it."
"The Mother Box isn't here to eat us; it's here to deliver itself to our door."
"Now that the door is open, don't let it close."
Bajie swallowed hard and still cursed.
"Damn it, this is the first time in my life that Old Pig has ever voluntarily crawled into the warehouse."
The spectator tucked the old token back into his waistband and whispered, "Once inside, find the checkpoint. If it stops every three breaths, that's the way to survive."
Song Jiuce trembled as he bound his tattered copy of the book tightly to his chest.
"I'll lead the way to identify the warehouse pages."
Yang Jian drew his sword, his eyes hardening with coldness.
"I'll seal the door."
Sun Wukong slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder and pointed it at the mother box.
"Walk."
Just then, the second authority pin inside the mother box suddenly lit up.
Immediately following, a deeper unlocking sound came from the depths of the black groove.
Click.
Click.
Click.
It seemed that something even deeper inside the mother box was also awakened by them.
Chen Fan's expression changed.
"There are still live gatekeepers inside."
The voice just fell.
Deep inside the mother box, an eye covered with numbered tags slowly opened.
Chapter 560 The Mother Box Was Split Open
As soon as that eye opened, the black grooves in the mother box's opening lit up completely.
The numbered tags flipped up one by one, like layers of fish scales, rolling outwards along the box wall.
The first team of the old squad had just reached the edge of the opening when their feet sank into the ground.
"retreat!"
Song Jiuce roared until his voice cracked.
late.
What emerged first from the black trough wasn't a hand, but a chain.
The chains were covered in nails.
Each sign is engraved with an old number.
With a flick of its wrist, it wrapped itself around the waists of the three people and dragged them inside.
The three men frantically dug at the ground, their fingernails leaving white marks, with only one word left in their mouths.
"save--"
Sun Wukong arrived first.
The golden cudgel slammed down horizontally.
when!
A string of sparks exploded.
The chain was bent, but not broken.
Wukong narrowed his eyes, stomped his foot, and lunged into the mother box, swinging his staff with both hands to stab at the eye.
"I'll blind you first!"
The eye shrank, and the two sides of the box suddenly closed, trying to trap him in the middle.
The next moment, the old shell on Wukong's body cracked open with a "crack".
It's not skin.
It was like an old mark that had been pressing down on him for a long time.
As soon as the shell broke, golden light burst forth from under the monkey's fur, and the entire opening of the mother box was pushed open by half an inch.
Song Jiuce stared in disbelief, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.
"It...it hatched?"
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
He knew this wasn't just ordinary rage.
This is because the mother box had been pressing down on him for too long, which pushed Wukong's ferocity to its limit.
The shell is now cracked.
That way, they can really break in.
"Yang Jian!"
Without him having to shout, Yang Jian had already moved.
With a flick of the three-pointed, double-edged sword, the blade didn't cut the eyes, but instead sliced straight through the nine suspension chains on either side of the box opening.
With the first strike, a burst of black flames erupted from the chain.
With the second cut, the entire chain snapped in two.
A strange cry immediately rang out from deep within the mother box.
It's like someone having their teeth pulled out.
"Again!"
Yang Jian didn't even blink, and slashed three times in quick succession.
Click!Click!Click!
All three large chains were broken.
The mother box shook violently, and the eye finally panicked. A vertical slit appeared under the eyelid, from which black nails rained down.
So dense it's like splashed ink.
Tang Sanzang stepped forward, flicked his robe, and pressed the string of prayer beads in his hand directly into the ground.
"Pressed seal!"
With a loud bang.
The ground in front of the mother box suddenly collapsed by half a foot.
The prayer beads transformed into a circle of golden seals, forcefully suppressing the spewed-out black nails in mid-air.
The nail vibrated wildly, just an inch away from the center of everyone's forehead, but it just wouldn't come down.
Tang Sanzang's forehead veins bulged, and his jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound.
"fast forward!"
"I can't hold it in for long!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and waved.
"Old team, follow me! Song Dynasty old register, recognizing the warehouse pages! White Dragon blocks the rear! Bull Demon King protects both sides!"
After saying that, he was the first to rush in.
As soon as they entered the mother box, the shouts of battle outside were immediately cut off.
There was only one sound inside.
Tick.
Tick.
Like water falling.
Chen Fan looked up and felt a chill run down his spine.
That's not water.
It was a black liquid, dripping down the huge pages of the warehouse.
The mother box is not empty.
It is a row of storage units so tall that you can't see the top.
Each compartment has a wooden cage embedded in it.
A white sign was nailed to the cage, with words written on it.
Samples awaiting sale.
Not cleared.
Recording can be repeated.
Song Jiuce's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
"So many..."
"I've only heard of him before, but I've never seen Manakura..."
Before he could finish speaking, the innermost eye opened again.
More than one.
More than a dozen numbered eyes lit up one after another in the gaps between the storage compartments on the left and right sides.
As soon as they lit up, all the shadows in the wooden cage moved.
thump.
thump.
thump.
It felt like thousands of people were banging on the door at the same time.
The Bull Demon King cursed and charged forward with his staff.
"Damn it, this place is dirtier than purgatory!"
The first to rush out were a few half-human, half-card guards.
His body was covered in white wooden tags, making it impossible to see his face.
They move incredibly fast, darting close to the storage rack and specifically targeting from behind.
The white dragon horse breathed out a burst of dragon breath, burning a piece of wooden sign.
Those gatekeepers didn't retreat; they charged at his neck despite the flames and bit him.
"roll!"
With a flick of its head, Bai Long slammed the thing against the warehouse wall.
The warehouse walls were not cracked.
Instead, a line of text appeared in that spot.
Loss prevention has been activated.
Internal disassembly and damage are prohibited.
Chen Fan glanced at it and his heart sank.
The mother box is protecting its own compartment.
This is troublesome.
"Don't attack the warehouse walls randomly!"
"Find the second-level access control pin!"
"Remove the nails first, then the motherboard will become chaotic!"
Wukong has gone berserk.
He swept away two rows of cages with a stick and roared towards the deepest part.
"Where!"
Chen Fan tossed the black ledger forward.
The ledger was flipped open with a clatter, and a black line suddenly appeared on the blank page, pointing straight to the core issue.
"there!"
The group charged forward relentlessly.
The number of guards along the way is increasing.
The old team lost seven men and injured more than a dozen, but they still didn't retreat.
They all saw Canggeli's face.
Some people look exactly like them.
That's not a shadow.
That was a "backup" that hadn't been deleted yet.
An old-timer from the bandit gang, his eyes red, cleaved open the cage door with a single blow. The person inside immediately crawled out, hugged him, and cried.
"Brother, I'm alive! I'm alive!"
He froze completely.
The next second, the "backup" rolled its eyes and spat out a string of black nails, which went straight for his throat.
Chen Fan kicked the two men away and stabbed the man in the face with a knife.
"Don't mistake people!"
"Don't put it in the warehouse yet!"
"They're all half-awake!"
The man's face turned pale, and his hand holding the knife trembled continuously.
Suddenly, a loud bang came from ahead.
Wukong has reached the core.
Inside the mother box stood a black pillar.
A black nail, larger than a fist, was nailed to the pillar.
Second-level permission pin.
The nail was secured by nine slipknots, each chain attached to a small box.
The box lid was half open, revealing half a face inside.
Crying, laughing, cursing, begging for mercy.
It gives people the creeps.
Yang Jian drew his sword and slashed.
The first chain broke, and the small box exploded on the spot.
As soon as a dark figure darted out, Tang Sanzang pressed it into a puddle of ashes with a single palm strike.
The second one. The third one. The fourth one.
Just as the sixth of the nine chains broke, the entire black pillar suddenly began to spin.
A giant mouth emerged from the bottom of the box.
His mouth was full of nails.
"If you dare touch the censors, the entire censorship team will be shut down!"
The voice sounded like the harbor master, or like the mother box speaking on its own.
Chen Fan rushed up the black pillar, his palms raw from the effort, and forcefully pulled the authority nail outwards.
The nail didn't budge.
The black ledger flipped through pages frantically.
caveat.
A temporary review conflict.
Insufficient permissions.
Wukong landed on top of the pillar, stepped on the black pillar with one foot, and exerted force with both arms, wedging the entire golden cudgel into the nail seam.
"Pull it out!"
"I'll pry it open for you, Old Sun!"
Yang Jian severed the seventh chain, turned around, and said coldly, "Quickly."
Tang Sanzang pressed down on that enormous mouth, blood already seeping from the corner of his lips.
"If it goes any slower, it will have to close down."
Chen Fan didn't hesitate any longer.
He pulled the black nail out half an inch from his chest, and blood immediately gushed onto his clothes.
The black ledger trembled instantly.
Temporary identities overlap.
A second proofreader may be consulted.
"Open it!"
Chen Fan let out a low shout, gripped the second authority nail tightly with both hands, and pulled it outwards with a sudden yank, taking advantage of Wukong's prying motion.
puff.
It was like pulling a rusty nail out of rotten flesh.
The entire black pillar remained still for a moment.
The next instant, all the compartments inside the mother box cracked simultaneously.
Click click click click!
Row after row.
One layer after another.
Thousands of wooden cages were blown up.
White cards are flying everywhere.
The "samples for sale" that were locked inside burst out like a dam breaking.
Some were wearing old uniforms, some still had recycling tags on their clothes, some screamed as soon as they landed, and some turned around and killed the gatekeepers.
The entire mother box was completely blown up.
Song Jiuce's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"Release them all?"
"They really released them all!"
But the worst is yet to come.
As soon as the authorization pin left the pillar, the black ledger in Chen Fan's hand suddenly sank.
The cover cracked open, revealing a new black page inside.
The handwriting emerged line by line.
Subpage generated.
The temporary general ledger supplement has been accessed.
Page holder: Chen Fan.
One bypass passage is currently allowed.
Target: Clean zone.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
Clean area.
That's a place even the port owner wouldn't openly mention.
The real entrance they had been searching for suddenly appeared.
Wukong leaned over for a look and grinned.
"it is good."
"This time we can storm their lair directly."
Before Yang Jian could speak, all the samples that had just been released around him suddenly stopped.
Thousands of eyes turned to look at Chen Fan.
It's not someone who's watching him.
It was the page of the ledger in his hand that he was looking at.
The next moment, from the deepest part of the crowd, a tall man draped in a tattered white cloth slowly walked out.
There was a nail hole in his chest.
There was no blood in the hole, only a slowly rotating ball of white light.
Song Jiuce glanced at it once, and his legs went weak again.
"Didn't he sell out early?"
The tall man looked up, staring at the supplementary page in Chen Fan's hand, his voice hoarse like a millstone.
Give me the page.
"That abandoned road is not for you to walk on."
After he finished speaking, the thousands of unsold samples behind him all took a step forward in unison.
Chapter 561 The Abandoned Path Shines Again
Give me the page.
As soon as the tall man finished speaking, thousands of unsold samples pressed forward, their footsteps pushing forward like a wall.
Chen Fan did not back down.
He rolled up the supplementary ledger page, stuffed it into his pocket, and yelled at the old Song Dynasty books.
"Find the way!"
Song Jiuce's face turned pale, and his lips trembled.
"That...that abandoned road is really dangerous to walk on. Nine out of ten people who take that road will end up dead—"
"What about the last one?"
Chen Fan stared at him.
Song Jiuce's Adam's apple bobbed.
"The other one never came back either."
"That's right."
Chen Fan grinned.
"No one is coming back, which means the people outside have no idea what's going on inside."
Upon hearing this, Song Jiuce was stunned.
Even the tall guy paused for a second.
Sun Wukong was getting impatient, so he swung his golden cudgel and smashed it directly into the ground.
boom!
The dozen or so unsold samples in the front row were flipped over on the spot, and a piece of the wooden tag on their chests was broken off.
"You talk too much nonsense."
"Point me to the road."
Yang Jian raised his hand and with a single stroke, sliced the two hook chains that were lunging at him from the side into three pieces, his voice growing even colder.
"If you dawdle any longer, the road will disappear."
Song Jiuce shuddered and turned to rush into the deepest part of the mother box.
"Over here!"
The tall man's eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"Stop them!"
The white light from the hole in his chest suddenly spun, and the unsold samples around him rushed forward as if they had gone mad.
This time it wasn't a random rush.
They all stared at the ledger page in Chen Fan's arms.
Clearly, that page was worth more than their lives.
Chen Fan felt more at ease.
The more valuable something is, the more genuine the path is.
"Monkey King, clear the way!"
"I've been waiting for you to say that."
Sun Wukong leaped onto the edge of the mother box, flying off close to the black trough. With a swipe of his golden cudgel, he swept the row of samples that were rushing the furthest away, turning them into a jumbled mess on the ground.
"Blocking my way?"
"You don't deserve it!"
Bang bang bang!
The sound of wooden signs cracking echoed throughout the room.
Many of the samples awaiting sale were hit by the wind, causing their shoulders to buckle, their legs to give way, and they all collapsed to their knees.
The group of people behind them felt their scalps tingle.
But they dared not back down.
The white light on the tall man's chest spun faster and faster, as if a hand was pulling them forward from behind.
Yang Jian was at the very back, one man and one sword, sealing the gaps perfectly.
Anyone who dares to pounce from behind will have their knee cleaved open with a single stroke of his sword.
The blade flashes without leaving a mark.
These are all the most effortless ways to kill.
In the blink of an eye, the group had reached the bottom of the mother box.
The innermost black wall was originally completely dead.
At this moment, the second authority pin is suspended in mid-air, flashing brightly.
As the light fell, a line slowly emerged on the black wall.
First, a little bit.
Then it splits to both sides.
It was like a door that hadn't been opened for many years, which was forcibly pulled open from the inside.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The door gap was widening.
A gust of cold wind blew out from inside.
It's neither a mountain breeze nor a sea breeze.
It smelled like it was coming from a deep, empty warehouse, carrying a musty, stale woody smell.
Song Jiuce ran to the door, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.
"It's...it's really open."
Chen Fan rushed forward and looked inside.
There's no warehouse behind the door.
That is the way.
A narrow maintenance passageway stretched diagonally forward, clinging to the black wall, with broken nail slots and severed chains on both sides. A row of small lights hung from the ceiling, which had been completely off, but were now being lit one by one by the Second Authority nails.
One lamp.
Two cups.
Three cups.
It shines all the way into the unseen depths.
It's as if someone is paving the way for them.
Song Jiuce's voice cracked.
"The abandoned road is lit up again!"
As soon as the sound fell, the entire Seventh Pier erupted in chaos.
"Inner Zone!"
"Hong Kong Chief Executive Order: Arrest the person holding the supplementary page alive!"
"All inside recovery teams, move into the mother box layer!"
A louder, metallic sound rolled down from above, shaking the mother box.
"Yang Jian has locked the outer gate; the fleet can't get out!"
"All groups within the inner district, listen to my command: abandon the outer gates and block the abandoned roads!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiuce's face drained of all color.
"It's over, the port lord has given the order himself."
Chen Fan laughed instead.
"Good thing."
"What good news?"
"The outer door is locked; they can't get out."
Chen Fan raised his hand and nodded.
"In other words, now if anyone in Hong Kong wants to arrest us, the only way is to follow us down this path."
Song Jiuce was stunned.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he immediately understood.
"A narrow road is useless with many people."
"right."
Chen Fan looked at the abandoned path that could only accommodate two people side by side, and a smirk appeared on his lips.
"At Pier Seven, we're at a disadvantage because of the sheer number of people."
"If they crawl in, they'll have to line up and give up their lives."
Sun Wukong was amused and swung his staff over his shoulder.
"I like hearing that."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go in and give it our all."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the tall man behind him had already reached the door.
He saw the abandoned road light up, and his whole face twisted in surprise.
It wasn't anger.
It's panic.
I'm really panicking.
"We can't let them into the restricted area!"
After he shouted that, Chen Fan felt completely confident.
Clean area.
Sure enough, it was behind this road.
Moreover, that place is very important.
The tall man charged forward, a sudden burst of white light emanating from his chest, instantly increasing his speed and allowing him to withstand the force of Sun Wukong's staff and break through.
"Leave the side page!"
Chen Fan shifted his feet, avoiding a direct confrontation, and instead flicked the supplementary page in his arms to the side.
The tall man's eyes even tilted slightly.
Just this one moment.
Yang Jian's blade sliced horizontally, passing right past the hole in his chest.
laugh!
The ball of white light was struck by the blade and suddenly recoiled.
The tall man was stunned, staggering back seven or eight steps, knocking over a string of unsold samples.
He clutched his chest, his face showing surprise for the first time.
"Can you cut the tent lamp?"
Yang Jian ignored him and only uttered a single sentence.
"Go any further, and I'll chop you down with my next strike."
This caused many of the pursuers behind to stop.
They were afraid of Sun Wukong.
Looking at Yang Jian, I'm even more afraid.
Especially that last strike, which made the white light on the tall guy's chest tremble, who would dare to go first?
Chen Fan seized the opportunity and turned to enter the abandoned passage.
"Everyone, come in!"
Song Jiuce was the first to rush in.
Although Tang Sanzang didn't appear in this part, several members of the old team quickly followed.
Sun Wukong refused to stay behind and insisted on going ahead.
"The road is narrow, I'll sweep it first."
After he finished speaking, he stepped into the abandoned path, and with a thrust of his golden cudgel, he knocked away the entire section of the dangling chain in front of him.
Yang Jian was the last to retreat into the gate, and then swung his sword back.
boom!
He chopped off a corner of the half-open black door, which fell down and got stuck in the crack.
Just as a group of pursuers rushed up from behind, they were blocked by the broken black door panel.
A chorus of curses erupted.
"Break through!"
"Hurry up and crash!"
"We can't let them go far!"
The tall man was so angry that his voice became hoarse.
"Tear it down!"
Hundreds of people banged on the door together.
The entire abandoned road shook.
Chen Fan glanced back as he ran.
"How long can it last?"
Yang Jian glanced at the vibration coming from behind the door.
"Thirty breaths."
That's enough.
Chen Fan looked down at the second authority nail in his hand.
After it entered the abandoned passage, it shone even brighter.
It's not just bright.
The nail tip was still gently turning, as if pointing them in the right direction.
As you continue forward, there are small, sealed doors on both the left and right sides.
The doors all have old serial numbers engraved on them.
Some of the door cracks still have half a wooden sign stuck in them, as if many years ago someone desperately tried to climb out and ended up dying here.
My legs trembled as I read the old Song Dynasty books.
"These are all people who practiced the abandoned path in the past."
"The clean area thought they were dirty and wouldn't let them in."
Sun Wukong didn't even turn his head.
"Too dirty?"
"Are the people in those 'clean areas' more precious than anyone else's hair?"
Song Jiuce had a bitter face.
"Clean zones don't recognize people, they only recognize the environment."
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
"What ring?"
Song Jiuce glanced subconsciously at his wrist, then at the black ring marks on Yang Jian and Sun Wukong's bodies.
"Black Ring".
"A complete black ring prevents entry into the clean zone."
"In the past, some people would try to sneak across the road, but they would be turned back as soon as they reached the entrance. At best, they would lose their hands; at worst, their licenses would be revoked."
Chen Fan didn't stop walking.
My mind was already racing.
As they fought their way through, the black rings on their bodies not only didn't decrease, but actually became more and more complete.
Especially him.
With the subpage in hand and permissions pinned, the ring mark is no longer just a regular black mark.
At that moment, all the old lights in front suddenly turned on.
At the end, a white sign stood upright.
The sign was very tall, almost reaching the top of the road.
There were no other words on it, only a notice that emitted a cold light.
Complete black rings are not accepted in the clean zone.
Upon seeing this line of text, Song Jiuce slipped and collapsed to the ground.
"I told you... I told you..."
Sun Wukong also stopped and squinted at the sign.
"What do you mean?"
Yang Jian walked up with his sword, his expression darkening.
"It means the road is open."
"People may not be able to get through it."
Chen Fan stood at the front, staring at the white sign without saying a word.
next second.
The line of white text suddenly scattered.
A thin crack appeared in the middle of the white tag.
From the crevice, a hand without skin or flesh slowly emerged.
With two fingers joined together, that hand gently tapped the black ring on Chen Fan's wrist.
Chapter 562 Coordinates are still missing two segments
The moment Chen Fan's fingertip touched the black ring, his wrist burned.
It wasn't burned.
It's like someone taking a thin needle and sticking it into the seam of the bone.
The black ring clicked.
A crack appeared on the surface of the old black leather.
Song Jiuce was so frightened that he shrank back.
"Again?"
"This thing even has a second level?"
The bony hand in front of the white card didn't move anymore.
It hovered in mid-air, its fingertip still pointing at the black ring.
next second.
A line of very thin white text emerged from the inner circle of the black ring.
The coordinates of the clean area have been verified.
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed.
"Only one section?"
Sun Wukong came over and cursed at him.
"After all that trouble, all you get is a short clip?"
Yang Jian remained silent.
He stared at the slit in the white card; the three-pointed, double-edged knife was already half an inch raised horizontally.
He would chop down whenever that bony hand reached out again.
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed it down.
"Don't cut yet."
"This thing is providing the way."
The cracks on the white card are still slowly widening.
The bony hand retracted.
Immediately afterwards, another narrow white slip of paper emerged from the seam.
The white-label visa did not land.
It hung in front of Chen Fan as if suspended by a string.
There were only four characters written on it.
One section, then turns north.
After seeing the old Song Dynasty records clearly, my throat went dry.
"Northward detour...that's really the old method of labeling clean areas."
"In the past, the old port authorities only wrote this on the most confidential transit forms."
Chen Fan grabbed the white slip.
The moment I got it, the talisman melted away.
They haven't broken up.
It burrowed directly into his palm.
A cool sensation in my palm.
A fragment of a map flashed through his mind.
Only one corner.
A gray line bends northward, ending in a white circle.
It's too short.
It's so short it looks like someone deliberately tore off only a corner for you to see.
Chen Fan cursed.
"As expected, they didn't give it all at once."
Sun Wukong hated this kind of tedious method the most, so he slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.
"Whoever hid it, I'll go and smash it open too."
New words have appeared on the white sign again.
The second section is sealed at the eighth rotation speed.
The third paragraph is placed on the last page of the Hong Kong master ledger.
After reading these two sentences, Song Jiuce's face turned pale.
"It's over."
"We really need to search to the very bottom."
Yang Jian turned to look at him.
Speak like a human.
Song Jiuce swallowed hard, his voice trembling.
"Eight-cycle drive, not an ordinary drive."
"Those are the dead files left behind after each failed attempt to open the waste path."
"For every failure, we must seal a door, bind a book, and record the losses and cancellations for a year."
"Eight cycles represent eight years of failure."
"I've only heard of that place, I've never been inside."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"It sounds like it deserves to be smashed."
Chen Fan, however, did not rush forward.
He stared at the last line of text on the white card.
Hong Kong General Ledger Last Page.
This is even more troublesome than running the gear eight times.
They had just met who had the general ledger.
That tall man with the hollow chest, clutching the supplementary page tightly, was most likely one of the old port's loyalists who stayed behind to guard the accounts.
In other words.
The second part involves breaking through the door.
The third part involves grabbing the money.
The dismantling of the structure piece by piece is clearly an attempt to force them to go deeper into the detours.
The person observing the sutra remained silent.
He slowly walked up, leaning against the wall, and stared at the white sign for a moment.
"The complete coordinates of the clean area are indeed in three segments."
Chen Fan tilted his head.
"You knew all along?"
The person observing the sutra shook their head.
"All I know is that it's not a section that can be driven."
"Back then, some people wanted to take a shortcut and rushed in after getting the semi-coordinates."
"None of those who went in came back."
Song Jiuce's legs went weak again.
"I knew it, I knew it."
Sun Wukong glanced back at him.
"If you keep sitting on the ground howling, I'll tie you to the head of a stick and take you there too."
Song Jiuce immediately got up.
"I can walk, I really can walk."
Just then.
The white card made a soft sound.
It's like an old lock cylinder that's been turned open.
The abandoned road ahead was originally only illuminated by a sliver of white light.
Now that light rushed in, the entire inner wall lit up.
The brightness is uneven.
A section of white, a section of gray.
It's like old paint that was applied many years ago has seeped back out.
Then, the first door appeared.
It didn't just appear out of thin air.
It was the wall on the left side of the abandoned road that bulged up on its own, slowly cracking open to reveal a doorway.
Old wood, iron nails, and a half-tilted doorplate.
There are two characters on it.
One era.
Song Jiuce's eyes almost popped out.
"There's a real chance."
Click.
The second door.
Second century.
Click.
The third door.
The four people stood there, watching as eight old doors suddenly cracked open in the wall.
From the first to the eighth century.
They were lined up side by side.
Some of the door panels were cracked, some of the door hinges were covered in rust, and there was a dried-out old cloth strip under one of the doors, as if someone had tried to climb out but was caught by the crack in the door.
When the white light shone on it, a small number tag was nailed to the edge of the strip of cloth.
761.
Song Jiuce glanced at it once, and his face twitched.
"This is not a strip of cloth."
"It's the sleeve."
"The person was stuck inside, completely mangled, but a piece of their sleeve was still left."
Sun Wukong lifted his foot and started walking forward.
Which one should we choose?
Chen Fan didn't move.
He scanned all eight doors, and finally his gaze fell on the ground next to the third door.
There was a very shallow drag mark there.
It wasn't newly left.
I'm getting so old I can't see anymore.
But when illuminated by white light, a line can still be seen.
It was dragged from the bottom of the third door to the front of the sixth door, and finally broke.
"Someone went through the third gate, and then went to the sixth gate."
Yang Jian saw it too, and squatted down to touch the mark.
"They were dragged out by iron chains."
The person observing the sutra looked a little somber.
"The annals of failure are not separate journeys."
"Some doors can be visited together."
"If someone takes one wrong step, everything that follows will be wrong."
Sun Wukong grew impatient.
"No matter what we say, we still have to go in."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Enter."
"In the second segment, which involves eight gear shifts, the gear shifter cannot be placed at the entrance."
"These eight doors are mostly the shells left behind from eight failures."
"Finding the right door is the fastest way to get to the point."
Song Jiuce asked in a low voice.
"Did you get the wrong one?"
Chen Fan glanced at the sleeve at the bottom of the door.
"Then let it become like that."
Song Jiuce immediately shut up.
The atmosphere immediately became tense.
Even the faint sound of drafts at the end of the abandoned passageway could be heard clearly.
Chen Fan took two steps forward and stopped in front of the first door.
There is a row of very small engravings under the doorplate.
It looks like someone is scraping it out bit by bit with nails.
Thirty-seven people opened the door, and seven returned.
Now let's look at the second door.
The shipment was misaligned; return is prohibited.
The third door.
Before the files are sealed, the person who moved the pages is executed.
Yang Jian's eyes turned cold when he saw this.
"This is not a warning."
"This is a record."
Chen Fan nodded.
"It's for future generations to see."
"It's also possible that it's for the goalkeeper's own eyes."
Sun Wukong raised his hand to push the third door.
The moment my hand touched it, a muffled thud came from inside the door.
boom!
It was like something heavy slammed into the back of the door.
Song Jiuce jumped in fright.
"There are survivors inside!"
The door shook twice.
Before anyone could react, the fourth door opened with a knock.
boom!
The fifth door.
boom!
Immediately afterwards, all eight doors rang, one after another.
The entire abandoned road instantly erupted into chaos.
There seemed to be people behind the door.
Some are crashing.
Some are being arrested.
Some of them made a very soft scratching sound, which sent shivers down one's spine.
The person observing the sutra became deep in breath.
"Not a gatekeeper."
"Like those who didn't come out back then."
The old Song Dynasty books were all chipped together.
"Stop talking."
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
He suddenly realized that the eighth door was silent.
All seven doors in the front were rattling.
Only the eighth door was as quiet as if it were dead.
The dust is thickest on the doorplate.
The cracks in the door were the cleanest.
It looks like someone has been wiping it down all year round.
"Old Sun."
"Don't touch the third door."
Sun Wukong stopped and turned to look at him.
"What did you see?"
Chen Fan raised his chin and pointed to the eighth door.
"The station is not located in the area where the disturbance is most intense."
"It will be hidden in the place that most resembles a Buddhist temple."
"The first seven doors seem to be chasing people away, but this one seems to be waiting for someone to pass by."
Yang Jian had already drawn his sword and stood in front of the eighth door.
"Me drive?"
Chen Fan was about to nod.
Suddenly, a wisp of black water slowly flowed out from under the eighth door.
It's not water.
It's more like ink that's been dissolved.
The substance flowed out along the floor tiles, and as soon as it touched the tip of Yang Jian's boot, it twisted out a line of small characters on the ground.
Non-Hong Kong residents are not allowed to turn to the last page.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
I haven't received the second part yet.
The third part has been caught up with.
And that line of text had just finished appearing.
From behind the eighth door came a very soft sound of a page turning.
Wow.
Chapter 563 Eight Boxes of Remnants
As soon as the first level of the abandoned path opened, Chen Fan stopped.
Eight boxes were placed against the wall.
The box was cracked in half.
Each box had a white tag nailed to its corner.
Only two words remained on the signature.
Remaining files.
Song Jiuce stood behind, his hands still trembling.
"Don't read it all at once."
"The most sinister thing about this place isn't hiding things."
"It is possible to change people."
Chen Fan stared at the eight boxes.
"How should it be changed?"
"If you read the whole set, it will follow your lead and write accordingly."
Song Jiuce swallowed hard.
"After reading this, a layer of old shell will be added to your mind."
"When you turn around, it won't be you anymore."
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
"Too verbose."
"Then let's dismantle it piece by piece."
Yang Jian stood on the left, his sword held horizontally in front of him.
"I'll guard the outside."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Don't touch it."
"I'll start by explaining the reasons for the failure."
"I'm not going to read the full content."
He walked up to the first box.
When the lid of the box was lifted, there was only a gray page inside.
Five words on the page.
Swallow the whole thing first, and you'll die the fastest.
Chen Fan glanced at it, then tossed it to Song Jiuce.
"Remember this sentence."
Song Jiuce's hand trembled, and he quickly caught it.
The second box contained a broken nail.
The nail end still had black paint clinging to it.
The conclusion is also brief.
First touch the mother container, then the dock will recognize it.
Sun Wukong scoffed.
"I understand what you mean."
"Whoever reaches out first, gets bitten first."
The third box contained half a wooden plaque.
A sentence was engraved on the back of the wooden sign.
Follow the last page first; you'll wake up behind the door.
Yang Jian glanced at it, his brows furrowing.
"That's how I woke up with that hand just now."
Chen Fan didn't reply and turned to the fourth mouth.
This box is thinner.
There was a strand of white silk inside.
It looks like it was torn off an old flag.
Beneath the white silk, there was a line of small print.
Save the samples first; the samples will speak for you.
Song Jiuce's face turned even paler.
"This is the worst sentence."
"There was a group of people who, upon seeing that the samples were still alive, would go and rescue them first."
"As a result, when the samples started talking, the first thing they said wasn't a cry for help, but their names."
The fifth box contained a nail head.
The edges of the nail heads were polished to a shine.
The words were written under the nail heads.
First grab the permissions, then your hands will be crippled.
Chen Fan reached out and touched it; his fingertips immediately felt cool.
He immediately shrank back.
"really."
Sun Wukong asked, "How useless are you?"
"It's not a break."
Chen Fan threw the nail cap into the open space.
"I'll never be able to lift it again."
In the sixth box, there was a piece of black rope.
The rope end was tied in a knot.
The next sentence is even more direct.
Seal the entrance first, and the abandoned path will lock itself.
Yang Jian raised his eyes.
"If you close the road too early, there will be no road left."
"This box is a death trap."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Still reminding people not to rush to wipe their tails."
The seventh box is the lightest.
There was only one blank page inside.
A small black stain was stuck to the corner of the paper.
Chen Fan turned the paper over.
There are words on the back.
First, find the black box; the master ledger page will be borrowed.
After finishing reading the old Song Dynasty books, my mouth felt dry.
"If the black box moves, the general ledger will be watching you."
"It's not about keeping accounts."
"It's looking for a shell."
After the first seven people finished reading, a circle of torn pages lay on the ground.
Each one is short.
Each one is like a blow to the head.
But Chen Fan didn't stop.
He moved to the eighth box and pressed his hand against the edge of the lid.
There was no label on the box lid.
There was only one freshly scratched mark.
It's like someone just finished writing, and then their hand was pulled back.
Sun Wukong took a step forward.
"Don't open it again."
Chen Fan did not turn around.
"At this point, there's no escaping it."
He yanked open the lid of the box.
There are no pages inside.
There was only a thin black mirror.
The face reflected in the mirror is not his current one.
It's another one.
Even thinner.
There are old injuries at the moment.
His left hand was still wrapped with half a piece of white cloth.
The face looked up and met his eyes.
At the same time, a line of text slowly emerged from below the black mirror.
Those who read the entire archive will be rewritten back to their previous form.
Chen Fan's eyes turned cold.
"Predecessor sample".
Song Jiuce's legs went weak, and he almost sat down.
"It's over."
"This is not the eighth bite."
"This is the opening that will pull you back."
The face in the black mirror smiled.
The smile was very faint.
It was as if she knew he would come.
The next second, the mirror surface trembled slightly.
A hand reached out from inside.
The five fingers are slender.
His knuckles were covered in old scars.
That hand didn't grab anyone else.
He grabbed Chen Fan's wrist directly.
Chapter 564 First Failure
As soon as that hand gripped his wrist, the black ring on Chen Fan's wrist rang first.
It's not fried.
It's a "click" sound.
It's like turning the pages of a ledger to the page on which the Lord is recognized.
The next moment, the mirror suddenly sank.
Chen Fan was pulled forward and tilted, half of his body sinking into the black mirror.
Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched, and he swung his golden cudgel in a wide arc to smash it down.
"Let go of Old Sun's hand!"
boom!
The stick struck the mirror, but instead of shattering, it created a ring of white streaks. The old, scarred hand trembled slightly, but its fingers clenched even tighter.
Without wasting words, Yang Jian used his three-pointed double-edged sword to make a diagonal cut.
The blade arrives.
The face in the mirror, identical to Chen Fan's, suddenly smiled even more deeply.
"You guys are driving too fast."
"The first time, it was this bad."
The words fell.
The entire black mirror suddenly lit up.
The face in the mirror is no longer the same.
It turned into a long, blindingly white corridor.
Both sides of the corridor were rows of half-open warehouse doors.
Numbered tags were nailed to the warehouse door.
Huaguoshan.
The Shifting Sands Boundary.
Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.
Gao Laozhuang.
White Tiger Ridge.
Row upon row, stretching as far as the eye can see.
Song Jiuce only glanced at it before his teeth chattered.
"This is not a mirror repository, this is the first-round archive channel."
"This is the route I took when I first ran the entire course."
Chen Fan's heart sank.
"First round?"
The hand was still holding him, as if deliberately pulling him in so that he could see clearly.
At the end of the long corridor, a few lines of broken characters slowly emerged.
The first attempt failed.
Reason for failure: Clearing the area too early.
The source sample is immature.
Forced closure.
There aren't many words.
But it was like a blow to everyone's head.
Song Jiuce was the first to speak.
"Clearing the area too early?!"
"Who cleared the area?"
Sun Wukong's face darkened as he stared at those lines of text, his breathing becoming labored.
"So, the first batch of people were put back in the barracks before they even grew up?"
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at the line "Source sample is immature," his mind already piecing together all the previous fragments.
Those strange monkey shadows on Flower Fruit Mountain.
The old rumors in the quicksand realm that never quite match up.
The white dragon horse's memories of its broken front and rear legs.
There were also the wounds on Tang Sanzang's body that had been forcibly sewn up.
It wasn't that they made a mistake later.
It was wrong from the very first time.
And it was a very serious mistake.
This is not the first time the mother box has been used.
This wasn't their first round either.
Chen Fan looked up and spoke coldly to the face in the mirror.
"Who gave the order to clear the area?"
The person in the mirror didn't answer.
Suddenly, the warehouse doors on both sides of the corridor popped open one by one.
There are no people inside.
It's a fragment.
Clusters of pale figures, fragments of torn pages, and voices with only half a sentence remaining rushed out like madmen.
"Failed to recover the grain."
"Numbering misplaced."
"The seventh rewrite of Huaguo Mountain".
"Page missing in the quicksand zone."
"The bones at the source of Eagle's Sorrow Stream are incomplete—"
A barrage of noise erupted.
Song Jiuce squatted down, clutching his head, his face pale.
"Don't listen, don't listen to everything, the fragments will get stuck in your head!"
Yang Jian stepped forward and slammed his sword hilt down heavily.
"Everyone, step back."
The third eye suddenly opened.
A cold light swept across the long corridor.
The group of fragments that rushed out were immediately suppressed by his divine light, as if they were nailed to mid-air.
Sun Wukong grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder, exerted force, and pulled him backward.
"Come back here!"
Pull on both sides.
Chen Fan felt like his wrist was about to break.
The black ring trembled again at that moment.
Click.
That old scarred hand loosened by half an inch.
Chen Fan's eyes sharpened. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his other hand suddenly reaching into the mirror to grab the few lines of text at the end of the corridor.
"Weren't you going to show it to me?"
"Then I'll watch the whole thing!"
Song Jiuce was so frightened that his voice cracked.
"Don't touch the entire file! It will be overwritten!"
It's too late.
The moment Chen Fan's finger touched the words, the characters scattered and turned into a turbulent flow that crashed into his palm.
My mind went blank for a second.
Scene after scene, as fast as a whip cracking.
The first thing to appear was a giant white hand.
The hand pressed down from above and gently wiped.
A large area of the mirrored zone that was still growing was completely cleared.
Many figures had barely formed their outlines, their faces not even fully settled, when they were swept into the recycling channel.
The warehouse doors opened simultaneously.
Forced closure.
Chen Fan even saw a Flower and Fruit Mountain that was not yet fully formed.
The mountain shadows swayed, and only half of the entrance to the Water Curtain Cave was illuminated.
The monkey troop was in complete disarray.
The next second, the entire area was engulfed by white light.
Next comes the quicksand realm.
The yellow sand had only piled up to form a ridge line, and the boundary hadn't been sealed off yet, when the order to return to the granary arrived first.
As a result, that place was always short of wind and always missing a corner, and many old marks could not be repaired no matter what.
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
No wonder.
No wonder the earlier the location they investigated, the more distorted it was.
The first failure is no small mistake.
The main storyline was completely distorted.
"Do you understand?"
The face in the mirror reappeared.
He stared at Chen Fan as if he were looking at someone who was far too late.
"You think you're getting a bargain."
"Actually, I was picking up the skin of the corpse that was discarded the first time."
That's a really harsh statement.
Sun Wukong was furious. He swept his staff across, blasting both the man and the mirror together.
"Bullshit!"
boom!
This blow was even harder than the last one.
The black mirror finally cracked open.
What gushed out of the crack was neither blood nor mist.
They were stacks of charred, thin pages.
The moment the thin pages flew out, Song Jiuce's eyes widened in surprise.
"Coordinates are broken!"
Chen Fan saw it too.
On the corner of one of the pages, there was a half-length of dark silver code, exactly the same as the pattern on the clean zone coordinates he had obtained before.
Second paragraph!
Although it's only a corner.
But even in this corner, there's enough room to keep piecing things together.
The page had just fallen to the bottom.
The person in the mirror also moved.
For the first time, he showed a look of panic, lunging towards the crack and reaching out to grab the fragments.
"I can't give you this!"
"It's too late."
Chen Fan flipped his hand, and the black ring opened its mouth directly.
Before the fragment even touched the ground, it was forcefully sucked into the black ring.
hum!
Two new lines of patterns lit up on the inner wall of the black ring.
Incomplete.
Only one-third of it was lit.
But the warmth that helped him find his way had already surged up his wrist.
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.
"This is indeed the second paragraph."
Song Jiuce was so excited that his mouth trembled.
"They're really good at it, incredibly good at it!"
The face in the mirror instantly darkened.
"It's no use for you to take it."
"The opening from the first clearing wasn't patched up, so every subsequent section will be off-center."
"If you go to the clean zone, you'll only see a second failure."
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room fell silent for a moment.
The first failure was already this bad.
Is there a second time?
Chen Fan stared at him, then suddenly smiled.
"You're getting impatient."
The person in the mirror twitched at the corner of their eye.
Chen Fan raised his wrist, deliberately showing him the newly lit pattern.
"If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't have fought for this corner."
"You're afraid I'll follow the second section and find the clean area."
"What I'm even more afraid of is me seeing who cleared the area the first time."
Each sentence is more powerful than the last.
That face finally couldn't hold back anymore.
Deep in the corridor, all the warehouse doors shook together.
Boom boom boom!
The fragments that Yang Jian had suppressed seemed to have received a death order at the same time, and they rushed outwards like madmen.
The crack in the black mirror kept widening.
The entire eight crates of broken furniture were rattling.
Song Jiuce plopped down on the ground, his face ashen.
"It's over, the archives are going to collapse."
"If this place collapses, the entire abandoned road will be flooded!"
Sun Wukong pulled Chen Fan back and placed his staff at the front.
"Then smash it open."
Yang Jian turned his blade and stood directly in front of the mirror.
"Get the code."
"I'll cut off my mouth."
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fan immediately closed his eyes and pressed the fragmented code that had just been absorbed into the black ring into the coordinate book.
The first page is lit.
The second page is bright.
The third page was halfway lit when it suddenly stopped.
A piercing friction sound came from the black ring.
It looked like something was crawling on the back of that piece of junk.
Chen Fan's heart tightened, and he abruptly lowered his head.
On the reverse side of the broken code, a line of tiny blood-red characters had appeared out of nowhere.
Not the source code.
It looks like someone wrote it on later.
The second coordinate system prohibits bringing the predecessor into the port.
Chen Fan's expression changed.
Before I could even speak.
Deep within the black mirror, the person who looked exactly like him suddenly raised his hand and slowly pointed behind him.
"You've already brought them in."
Sun Wukong and Yang Jian turned around at the same time.
Song Jiuce also stiffened his neck, looking back inch by inch.
Behind them, someone had appeared out of nowhere.
wrong.
It's none other than someone else.
It's another Chen Fan.
He kept his head down, clutching the coordinate book that had been strapped to his chest.