The door to Nibelungen was closed, which was something Si Yun had never imagined before.
But what surprised Si Yun was not this. It was that whenever it came to the opening and closing of Nibelung roots, their disappearance and dissociation, a subspecies named Bigui, which had existed for thousands of years but had not yet given birth to a true mind, could interfere.
The only ones who can make the Nibelungen close the passage in an instant and disappear since then are the legendary first-generation species with noble blood, the twins on the throne of the four kings!
"Is that child the one brought back by the head of the old family?" Si Yun's memory quickly went back and her target was the little guy brought back by Li Chengqian and named Li Chang.
He indeed disappeared with the Nibelungs.
This matter must be reported to Li Longyuan, this was the fastest thought that flashed through Si Yun's mind.
However, the satellite phones brought by Si Yao, Zhou Chen and others are currently out of contact.
The ferry originally scheduled to go to Japan to pick up Eri also had no news, and it was eerily silent.
In this case, she could only lead the team in person and fly to Japan on a special plane to find the person.
Si Yun instructs Song Yuan absentmindedly while pressing the button of the elevator, but for no apparent reason, a loud and harsh sound and the faint smell of blood made her feel crisis.
Yes, she finally realized the huge crisis caused by the sudden closure of the Nibelungen portal.
Including the Shence Army and the noble Zong family, the orthodox trump cards are all stored in the Nibelungs.
The people who work in Li's Heavy Industry are only civilian employees with thin family backgrounds and no experience in combat, as well as orthodox non-staff personnel.
"Can you make a trip to Japan for me? We bought the Blackstone Mansion on Yindou Peninsula to use as a contact point." Before the elevator door opened, Si Yun said to Song Yuan solemnly.
"Of course, I understand that this matter is more difficult for ordinary people."
"No, I can."
Of course Song Yuan had the courage and willingness to fulfill Si Yun's order, but she didn't understand how such a major task could be handed over to an unarmed ordinary person.
But the moment the elevator door opened completely, Song Yuan understood.
Countless pairs of golden eyes shined fiercely in the huge office, and blood sprayed on the ceiling, walls and floor.
The uniformed office workers of the Li Group were roaring in resistance. Some were holding submachine guns, while others were holding sharp ancient swords. Bullets and sword light converged into a fierce battlefield.
However, he was still being rushed through the door, with ferocious monsters covered in iron-blue scales killing him with their long and shiny claws.
"Now, I will create a passage for you."
The mature and calm voice of a beautiful woman sounded behind Song Yuan. Si Yun reached out and took off her red-rimmed glasses, her pupils shining like gold paint.
She looked at the chaotic scene in front of her, but a long-lost calm arose in her heart.
Si Yun knew that this was a premeditated attack.
But as an insignificant chess piece, she was unable to jump out of the chessboard and see the towering chess player.
Therefore, we can only ask Song Yuan to tell the family leader everything that happened in Zhengtong during this period. It is up to Li Longyuan to make his own judgment.
"The members of the Zong family are all on the Sea Falcon heading to Japan. They don't care about our lives at all!"
Under the high pressure, some members of the separated family broke down and roared.
"Li's betrayed us, should we continue to work for him?"
Another clan member surnamed Zhao looked at the tragic situation in front of him, pointed to a circle of clerks who were still struggling in the circle of dead servants, and asked Si Yun, who was temporarily in charge of Li Longyuan, hysterically.
All orthodox people who heard this sentence felt sad.
"There is no such thing as betrayal. We are the outliers in society. It was our old master who gave us a chance to live a new life."
Si Yun replied calmly, and took off the jade hairpin from his head, and stabbed it into the neck of a Deadpool who was pressing on the orthodox member, about to bite.
As he pulled out the hairpin, blood spurted out, splattering his hand as white as snow, which also made Si Yun's face even more beautiful and coquettish.
"Anyone who makes further remarks about the clan will be killed without mercy!"
The beautiful middle-aged woman glanced at the surviving orthodox members in the field, her unimpressed eyes made them feel shuddering, and they were speechless.
As her red lips parted slightly, Song Yuan seemed to hear a voice that did not belong to this world, and the Spirit of Words and Netherworld field was activated.
The so-called Tongyou, among ancient Chinese warlocks, means communication between gods and ghosts. It allows mortals to open their eyes and take a look at the world of ghosts and gods.
In the periodic table of the Dragon Word Spirits, the upper-level Word Spirits are equivalent to the Word Spirits and Ghosts. They can open an illusory path that is independent of this world and allow people to travel through it without hindrance.
"Three minutes. I can only hold on for three minutes. I can go as far as I can. The rest is up to you."
The scene in Song Yuan's eyes was constantly illusory, with the puffing of gun flames, waving sword lights, spurting blood, and deafening roars of fighting losing color and intensity, just like playing a Chaplin silent film using 3D technology.
But when she looked back, the beautiful woman in cheongsam who fiercely pulled out a dagger and chopped off Deadpool's head was so real and beautiful, like a wild rose growing wantonly in the blood-sprayed land.
Song Yuan and Si Yun only exchanged a look, and then continued running towards the unknown front along the narrow corridor released by Yan Ling Tongyou.
But she was suddenly curious about how this cheongsam lady, who had always been dignified and elegant in the group, developed crisp and sharp swordsmanship.
She and Li Chengqian, the former head of the Li Group, experienced some thrilling things together.
But what Song Yuan experienced at this moment was not the most unforgettable deed for her as an ordinary person.
The waves were lapping at the beach, and Li Longyuan stood silently at the ferry. Even though the sea breeze kept ruffling his forehead, he just stared quietly, watching the ferry disappear from the end of his field of vision.
Only then did he raise his head and glance at the sky.
The night is as dark as ink and the stars are as bright as lights. It turns out that I have been too busy these days and have too many things to plan, and I have forgotten the promise I made to the Qinghai starry sky.
Eri Yi won't blame him, right?
Li Longyuan turned around, exhaled slowly, and showed a relaxed smile.
The satellite phone in his arms soon rang. He answered the call, and soon heard the young man's roar with tears in his eyes.
"Let's go! Let's go quickly!"
Li Longyuan's eyes narrowed. Of course he was familiar with this voice. It was Si Yao.
"We were betrayed, no, maybe it was just me who was betrayed!"
Si Yao's roar of grief and anger sounded like questioning, but also like venting.
"Young Master, maybe this is the last time I call you Young Master."
"Si Yao, calm down, what happened?" Li Longyuan didn't know why Si Yao, who had always been calm and composed, seemed to have lost his soul.
"How do you ask me to calm down!
How can you keep calm after you let me know that none of your Li family members are human beings?"
On the other end of the phone, Si Yao seemed to be yelling with all his strength.
"You, a group of cold-blooded and cruel dragons, do you think it's fun to use divine means to tease and control us poor mortals?
Glory, protection, and faith are all not real, none of them are real!"
"Li's orthodoxy, haha, Li's orthodoxy!" Si Yao's laughter stopped suddenly, and Li Longyuan's face seemed to be frozen, neither happy nor sad.