At the beginning of the lanterns, a figure walked through the bustling streets and walked into the deserted forest.
The figure stood in front of the tree, gently pressing the bark of the tree with his palm, conveying some kind of message.
After a moment, Huailing's face appeared on the rough bark of the tree, and he said expressionlessly: "If I remember correctly, the account between us has been settled."
"I owe you once."
Mosi's clone said hoarsely: "I want to know what Meng Tapir stole from me."
This question should not be asked to Huailing, but to Xuegong.
But the mountain chief is not here, and Li Ang's authority alone is not enough to access the bronze box, let alone take it away and study it privately.
After hearing Li Ang's confusion, Huailing was silent for a moment and said coldly: "Can you completely destroy a porcelain vase?"
This question was inexplicable and sudden. Li Ang was stunned on the spot, "What?"
"If a porcelain bottle is dropped to the ground, it will form fragments. If a piece of porcelain is ground, there will still be porcelain powder. No matter how fine the porcelain powder is ground, it will still have weight and will not disappear completely."
Huailing said calmly: "It is not easy even for the Dream Tapir to steal or erase something that originally existed in the world - it has been designed and sealed in a bronze box by Mohist monks for thousands of years, and its strength is far inferior.
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So much so that after waking up, you still need to use the low-level method of ghost realm to absorb the origin.
In contrast, it is much easier to plant a false impression and make you think you have lost something."
"You probably haven't lost anything you already have. The reason why you think you've lost something is because the dream tapir gave you an illusion before it died."
"If you have never had it, you have never lost it."
Mo Si's clone was walking on the city streets, Huailing's words seemed to be echoing in her ears.
Unknowingly, we arrived at Jinchengfang Mansion.
Since the new mansion in Furong Garden is spacious enough to accommodate all the relatives and friends attending the wedding banquet,
Therefore, there were no tables set up in this old house that had been scheduled to be left idle, and it remained quiet.
Mo Si's clone paused for a moment, used her fingertips to form a key, unlocked the door, and pushed the door open.
The flower beds in the courtyard were overgrown with weeds because they had not been taken care of for too long. The dustpan and broom in the corner were covered with some spider webs, and there were some traces of water stains and drying on the bamboo poles used as clothes drying racks.
Mo Si walked into the kitchen. There were exquisite porcelain bowls and plates in the cupboard.
After a long silence, Mo Si's clone split on the spot, giving birth to two, two to four, and four to eight, transforming into a hollow humanoid outline as black as ink.
Some of the clones went to the flower beds to cut weeds and sweep the dust;
Some go to the warehouse to dig out firewood, light the stove, and wash rice for cooking;
Some go to the study room to sort out drafts and waste papers and store scattered books.
These household chores were ordinary and mundane, but Li Ang did them very slowly. Just like when he was still in Zhenzhou, his parents had recently died, and he was learning to live alone.
Ding Ling screamed.
The small sounds of housework echoed in the mansion, trying to create a lively atmosphere. However, none of the lights were turned on, and there were no voices, which instead added a bit of desolation.
Tap tap tap.
Li Ang silently climbed up to the second floor, came to the bedroom, and lay on his side on the bed. Opposite him was a lonely wall with nothing.
It's obviously the same as in memory, but why on earth do I feel sad?
Li Ang closed his eyes, and all the human silhouettes stopped moving, turned into liquid, passed through the gaps in the wooden boards and came to the second floor, uniting as one.
The wedding was still going on. Amidst the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, the maids used golden branches to open the roller blinds. Li Leling slowly walked out of the green house and stepped on the brocade felt carpet.
The phoenix crown she wears on her head is made of gold wire, gold thread, and gold beads to outline phoenix, lotus and other patterns.
Agate, pearl, amber, turquoise, water essence, all kinds of gems are inlaid with ingenious techniques. They sway gently with the movement of the steps.
The palace maids alternately changed the carpets and paved the way for her.
At the end of the road, Emperor Yu and the Queen, who were sitting in the first seat, looked at their married daughter with joy and held their palms together lightly.
Sitting next to him, Aunt Song, as the man's parent, also covered up the sadness of the past few days and smiled happily.
Li Ang stood at the end of the carpet, with countless fireworks blooming in the night sky. Li Leling nervously but firmly approached him slowly.
"Sister Sui?"
A senior student who stayed behind in the academy looked at Sui Yi who appeared in Chuiyun Lake in surprise, "Didn't you go to Princess Guanghua's wedding today?"
Sui Yi, or the clone of Mo Si who pretended to be Sui Yi and successfully passed the ban and sneaked into the palace with the help of the patrol jade pendant, waved his hand and said, "I have something urgent at the moment. Come back. I'll leave first."
Mo Si's clone hurriedly left Chuiyun Lake and arrived in front of Dongjun Tower. She took a deep breath and stepped into the building.
Buzz!
The screen wall in front of the hall suddenly lit up with red light the moment Mo Si's clone appeared.
The ethereal clouds and mist carved on the screen wall are rotating rapidly, changing, gloomy, and brewing boundless wind and thunder.
Mosi's clone was forced to stop, and an unprecedented sense of destruction came over her, as if the thunder of the entire world was hanging above her head.
Ding.
At the moment when the screen wall thunder was about to tear apart the potential threat, the second jade pendant hanging on the waist of Mo Si's clone quietly rotated.
This is a jade pendant given by the mountain chief a long time ago, with a protective talisman inside.
Perhaps because it detected a familiar aura, the red light on the screen wall suddenly paused, then slowly dimmed and returned to normal.
Did it pass?
If Mo Si's clone had the function of sweat glands, it would have been covered in sweat at this moment. He took a deep breath and stepped into the building.
Dongjun Tower is still deserted and silent. The old monk, who looks more like a puppet than a living person, is sitting behind the table, holding a book in his hand, his eyes closed, and his head pounding.
Mo Si's clone walked lightly, walked to the depths of the floor, and found the storage room.
The wooden door of the storage room was ajar, and there were dust, brooms and other tools on the shelves, but there was no oil lamp that Li Ang wanted, only a white candle.
Tread.
There were faint sounds of footsteps in the distance, and two members of the Supervision Department wearing face-covering conical hats walked slowly towards them.
Sui Yi also belongs to the Supervisory Department, and he will definitely strike up a conversation once he meets him. It is too easy for him to make mistakes.
The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. Li Ang immediately took the candle, lit the candle, and ducked into the spiral downward stone staircase next to the storage room.
sand--
The omnipresent coldness and darkness immediately surged in from all directions, instantly wiping out the way back.
The flame of the candle in Li Ang's hand was invaded by the darkness, shaking violently.
He immediately protected the flames. According to Servant Ati, the path in this spiral staircase is not determined by space, but by the brightness of the oil lamp.
Once the lights go out, you will fall into an unknown realm. Even death is a luxury.
However, candles are not as stable as oil lamps after all.
As the wax oil continues to melt, the flames also become unstable.
Tiny whispers rang out in the darkness, and countless cracks opened in the cold stone wall. Scarlet eyeballs peered through the cracks, staring at Li Ang who was walking downward.
A door embedded in the wall also sensed an abnormality.
Maybe it's because it's a candle instead of an oil lamp,
Maybe it’s because the person holding the candle is an alien,
Maybe both,
Doors made of different materials and models kept shaking and trembling, making thunderous sounds.
Some wooden doors were twisted and deformed, showing ferocious faces.
A cloth door curtain even opened halfway, and hundreds of inhuman bones protruded from it, grabbing at Li Ang, but he narrowly dodged it.
The white bones rushing out of the door curtain seemed to be some kind of signal, and the things imprisoned in each room became even more restless, constantly hitting the doors and stone walls.
A dense cracking sound of unknown objects came from above the stairs, and then a dazzling red light lit up.
Li Ang had no time to look back. He held the candle in his left hand, protected the flame with his right hand, and ran down quickly.
The candle has been burned halfway, and the wax oil continues to drip, forming candle tears.
Finally, Room No. 1,024 has arrived.
Li Ang stopped, his fingertips transformed into the shape of the key he had seen before, inserted it into the door lock, and turned it.
Click.
The wooden door opens, letting in the refreshing cool breeze.
Li Ang ducked into the room and slammed the door shut, blocking out the unknown red light that was chasing him.
One second, two seconds, nothing happened.
Without any time to hesitate, Li Ang let go of the door handle, blew out the candle, turned around and ran, rushing to the giant beetle in the middle of the vast basement.
The giant beetle, which is as big as a blue whale and covered with golden threads, is lazily eating books stacked high in front of it, indifferent to the appearance of outsiders.
Li Ang held the patrol jade pendant in his hand, climbed up the ladder, and put his hand on the head of the Immortal.
The golden threads around the body of the Immortal Silkworm automatically curled up and covered the palms of their hands, and a complex interface instantly appeared in front of their eyes.
Tell me the current location of the bronze box that holds the dream tapir.
Li Ang conveyed his thoughts, and the numerous and complicated items in front of him, like stars, quickly dissipated, and in the end only one message remained.
The first-level monster, Dream Tapir, number 19, has been contained.
The containment location is on the top floor of the teaching building, in Shan Zhang’s study room.
Containment equipment, ancient glass cabinet.
The person in charge, Xi Yangyu.
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Li Ang retracted his palm, stomped on the ground, relit the candle, and rushed out of the room.
This time, he finally saw clearly the source of the red light——
Countless scarlet eyes grew out of the cracks in the stone walls.
His eyes rolled around, focusing on Li Ang and the candle in his hand.
Snap.
One eye blinked, and the skin on Li Ang's left cheek disappeared instantly.
The cut surface is extremely smooth, revealing the pale gums under the skin.
Snap.
Another eye blinked, and the sole of Li Ang's right foot disappeared out of thin air, and his body tilted to the right.
Snap, snap, snap.
Countless scarlet eyes blinked, making a dense sound like a flock of birds flapping their wings.
Li Ang was instantly riddled with wounds and was on the verge of collapse, as if he had been tortured.
At the moment when Mo Si's clone was about to die, the mountain long jade pendant carried on the waist activated itself, and an invisible force spread out, forcing it against the scarlet eyes to prevent them from closing.
Puff puff puff puff.
Mo Si's clone immediately produced silk threads, recovered from his injuries, strode out of the stairs, and returned to the surface.
The two members of the Supervision Department were no longer where they were. Li Ang stuffed the half-remaining candle back into the corner of the cabinet in the storage room and walked out of the Dongjun Building quickly.
We came to the shadow of the trees by Chuiyun Lake and looked across the lake at the top of the teaching building.
In the mountain chief's office, the lights are on.
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"Record, the 291st experiment."
Xi Yangyu's soliloquy echoed in the room. He was sitting on a chair with a square box made of glazed glass in front of him.
You can use the complex and sophisticated dexterous arms inside the box to fiddle with the dozens of large and small bronze box fragments at the bottom of the glazed box.
"The fragments of the bronze box have been tested using a Mohist ruler numbered 285, which is a second-level alien species. There was no special reaction."
As Xi Yangyu spoke, he released his mind power and controlled the pen and paper on the table next to him to record.
"Um?"
Noticing the reflection of the glass box in front of him, he stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked back, only to see Mountain Chief Lian Xuanxiao appearing in the corridor.
"Chief of the mountain?"
Xi Yangyu let go of his technical arm, opened the study door, and asked in confusion: "Why did you come back from Mobei?"
"The matter is settled, let's come back and take a look first."
Lian Xuanxiao spoke calmly, glanced at the glazed box, and said calmly: "How is the research going?"
"It didn't go well."
Xi Yangyu shook his head and said: "The fragments of the bronze box do contain the breath of the dream tapir, but these breaths are very scattered and fragile.
I asked Dr. Zhang Liang and others to investigate the Mohist inscriptions inside the box, and the result they got was also very strange—the Mohist people who made the box had long ago determined that the Dream Tapir cannot be killed."
Lian Xuanxiao's tone changed, "Oh?"
"This is the result of the translation of the inscription. Take a look."
Xi Yangyu waved his hand, and the cabinet in the corner of the study opened on its own, and a scroll flew out of it.
Xi Yangyu opened the scroll and explained: "The Mohists carefully investigated every area where there is a legend about the dream tapir, and studied every oracle bone that recorded the dream tapir since the Yin and Shang Dynasties. They came to a conclusion.
The dream tapir is not a monster, and it is far from a demon. It is more like some kind of natural law without self-will.
As long as there are still people alive and people dreaming, the dream tapir will never die.
The ancients during the Yin and Shang Dynasties were the first to discover the dream tapir and worship it as a demon god, allowing the dream tapir to exert its power, modify reality, and bless good weather.
However, those who play with reality will surely suffer backlash. Hundreds of years of worship gave the Dream Tapir its self-awareness, broke the shackles that bound it, and destroyed the kingdom that imprisoned it.
The Mohists were deeply afraid of its power, and designed to seal it away and exile it to a deserted island in the windless zone of the endless sea. They hoped that as long as it lasted long enough, they could refine the Dream Tapir and allow it to return to a state without self.
state of consciousness.”
Xi Yangyu paused and said: "Their plan may have succeeded. According to the current test results, the dream tapir and the bronze box are integrated.
Repairing the bronze box will imprison the dream tapir again. Crushing the fragments of the bronze box will allow the dream tapir to break free from physical constraints and escape again.
In other words, we currently cannot find a way to safely control the dream tapir for our own use."
This chapter has been completed!