[Even if asphalt covers the entire earth, sooner or later green grass will break through the barriers and thrive.]
[——Yinlia Ellenburg]
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[Part 1·Log]
Next to the meeting hall of Jushan Station, there are four large culverts built by giants.
These caves are divided into sixteen gates, extending all the way to the Icelandic Coast Guard defense base.
"This small country does not have a serious national defense force and is protected by nine countries. The permanent police force in all cities is only 600 people. The Jushan Station is built at the bottom of Reykjavik's volcano."
Jiang Xueming followed the team of passers-by, disinfected and took blood at the quarantine checkpoint, checked DNA, and killed the Vita brand.
At the last level, except Xueming, everyone else in [joestar] was stopped.
Bu Liuxing and Xiao Qi's madness index hovers at [a].
Jason Meagan comes straight to [Off-Spec].
As Jason's waiter, Katyusha had to stay with her employer to take care of him.
Brother William's race is a giant. If he wants to go to the human world, he must first get a certificate from the leader of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Meteor immediately stood at the level window and kept yelling.
"Do I look like a madman?! Hey! Brother Gatekeeper! Open your eyes and take a good look! Is there something wrong with this instrument?"
"Sorry." The armed defense personnel guarding the customs raised the tranquilizer gun and did not point the gun at the meteor. It was more like a gentle show of force: "This is a rule. There is no polarizing sextant at Jushan Station. If you are released
If we go out, our entire department will be fined and lose our jobs."
"In London, the quarantine process at Sky Dome Station is not so strict." Xueming stepped forward to negotiate in English and pointed at Xiao Qi: "My waiter's madness index is already very high. She can enter and leave Sky Dome Station freely. Why?
Isn’t it possible at Jushan Station?”
"Because this is Reykjavik." The armed man whispered: "This place is an international port and a tourist destination, but there are few police officers and the security is average - it is also the venue for various e-sports events, all over the world
People from all over the world will come here. Now is the post-epidemic era. Not only Vita Brand, but also the new coronavirus will spread. If there is nothing else, it is best not to run around."
The good brother guarding the customs said so, stamped Jiang Xueming's passenger ID, and patted Xueming's shoulder.
"Don't bring viruses from the surface to the underground world."
Xiao Qi wanted to follow, but was immediately forced back by the anesthesia gun pointed at her nose.
The armed men sneered and looked embarrassed.
"Sorry, sorry, Mr. Waiter, just stay at Giant Mountain Station, or run to London Skydome Station. Return to the surface from there."
Meteor took Brother Qi back to the deportation team.
"Sister-in-law, the last time you ran to the Death Puppet Agency, didn't you also set off from Jushan Station? Why didn't these guys stop you that time?"
Xiao Qi immediately said: "I parachuted down from the crater, and the summons bell task has the highest priority. There is no need to abide by these regulations."
A few dozen meters apart, Jiang Xueming and Xiao Qi shouted loudly.
"How about I come with you? Take the road back to the City of Tears?"
"No need!" Xiao Qi was very sensible: "You fly back to HK first! Bai Lu and Tang Ning are waiting for you! The boss should be waiting for you too!"
——After all, Aohen Mingde’s life-protecting amulet is still in Jiang Xueming’s hands, so this matter cannot be delayed.
"Okay, I'll see you later! Call me if you need anything!"
After Jiang Xueming said this, he left in a hurry.
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After boarding the intercity bus and leaving familiar companions, everything seemed to become quiet and unfamiliar.
There are only a few passengers on the bus. After changing into casual clothes, they are no different from ordinary people. Only occasionally passionate men and women will look at each other, and when their eyes collide, they will often be inspired to read each other's kindness or hostility.
The blood-red sunset outside the car window had just set slowly from the distant mountains. In the vast wilderness between hills and low slopes, the bus was driving on this winding road.
Apart from the sound of the vehicle's radio and the road noise caused by the tires crushing the gravel, the only thing that could be heard was the howl of the warm wind blowing against my face.
Occasionally, a group of passengers started to talk, so Xueming picked up the diary and silently wrote down the contents of their conversations.
"There is a huge mountain station under the Reykjavik volcano in Iceland."
"This giant mountain is actually more like a portmanteau of giant and mountain monster."
"It is said that this volcano is the skeleton of the mountain giant, and the origin of life for all Nordic creatures is here."
"Whether it's the Vikings or the earlier Neanderthals, their ancestors once lived here."
"They believe in spiritualism, which is similar to the animism of all things in Druyin's religious belief. There are souls in mountains, rivers, earth, animals, and vegetation."
"Half a year has passed - I still don't know what Niflheim is, where the giants in the underworld ocean at the end of the Red Star Mountain come from, and what looks like a collection of trees and flesh at the bottom of the trench.
What exactly is a body?”
"The people at the scientific research station clearly told us that photos and videos of these things cannot be released to the outside world. Everything is included in the station's A-level confidentiality agreement. I can only ask Brother Su Xingchen for advice through oral instructions."
"Does the underworld really exist in the world? As we saw, behind the ice crystal wall built by [isa·ISA], is that temple the entrance to the underworld?"
"Is the [Mother] that the giants are talking about the rolling mud in the trench? It looks like a huge one, similar to the [bug god] written by the author in the original "Starship Troopers" -
—Some of the cilia that resemble fungi and plants are exposed from the ocean trench, containing powerful electric charge energy. The surface area of the surface is tens of thousands of square kilometers. I can’t imagine how large an area this kind of creature occupies in the earth’s mantle.
What an exaggeration."
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! "Perhaps what the giants said is true, this is their mother, these giants do not have umbilical cords, and do not need umbilical cords - including Soult and William, these creatures are born
In the beginning, I only had the mysterious rune keystone as my companion, which was like a proof of identity.”
"Brother Xingchen doesn't know what it is that I saw, but this kind of thing was also recorded in the scientific research institute of [Tianshu] - [Wenqu·Wenchang] is its research institute and document library. In these places
, Brother Xingchen found relevant information."
"We call her Houtu Niangniang."
"It is also called Chengtian to follow the example of being virtuous and becoming the emperor of the land."
"All life born in the soil comes from the embrace of the Empress of the Earth."
"Different soils have nurtured different races, formed different settlements, turned into different villages, and emerged with different languages - perhaps in the endless darkness of the land of China, beyond the Moho to the mantle layer, we can also find
Such magical and strange creatures, like Niflheim, also have an underworld."
"I have always been troubled, thinking that I am not a smart person - I am almost insulated from such things as astronomy, geography, mathematics and science. Xiaoqi will also make fun of my cultural level. I think she is right."
"I'm best at destroying something and tearing a complete monster into pieces. As for other weird and magical things, I'll leave it to the scholars who specialize in magic to answer them for me one by one."
"During this trip, what I cared about most at first was Jason Megan."
"He finally recovered his former waiter and his soul power, but what surprised me was not these twists and turns of the soul, nor the complicated emotional relationship between Jason and Wendy."
"What surprises me is my relationship with Xiao Qi——"
"——Brother Xingchen said that the results of the paternity test between Uncle Jiang Zhengchu and I have come out."
"The results of DNA comparison and verification show that there is a 50% probability that we are biological father and son. I think this is nonsense or a lie made up by Brother Xingchen. Later Brother Ye Bei told me that my real birthday is on the 6th
The twenty-third day of the month.”
"Brother Ye Bei will not lie to me. To put it this way, I am already twenty-three years old and at the age of getting engaged. I just don't know how to mention this to Xiao Qi."
"Except for Bai Lu's serious illness, this is the first time in my life that I have been so panicked. I can clearly feel that my heart rate has increased from fifty-one to seventy beats per minute - although the change is not big."
"I have thought about countless proposal scenarios in my mind, but they usually end with Xiaoqi fainting and convulsing, just like what happened when I handed her the ring for the first time more than a year ago."
"She is a very greedy person. The difference from people like me is that I don't know how to make money. She makes money very hard and fast - almost as fast as eating people."
"She is very beautiful. It's a shame to say that I almost never take the initiative to praise her beauty. She always sexually harasses me unilaterally. Maybe I am too dull in this regard. I occasionally comb and cut her hair.
When getting dressed, talking about these things makes her feel weird."
As I write this page, the bus is parked on the airport parking lot.
The urban buildings in the distance were looming, and the sky was completely dark.
The lights of Hallgrímskirkja rise into the sky, like a golden waterfall, falling into the Milky Way.
Xueming finally woke up from his confused emotions. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was somewhat inappropriate to write down personal matters in a diary.
The little black cat will definitely be very happy after seeing it, and will also be distracted from work and addicted to sugar.
So he tore out these pages, tore them into pieces, stuffed them into the trash can, and hurried to the terminal to book a ticket.
Right now, right now -
——A blond man about 1.85 meters tall followed.
He squatted next to the trash can, cleared out all the paper scraps Xueming threw in, and pieced it together bit by bit.
He was wearing thick black woolen clothes, his fingers were thick, there were no palm prints or fingerprints, and his bare palms looked like baby's skin.
He rubbed scraps of paper and discerned the arrangement of Chinese characters from the scattered texture of ink.
When he finally put them together into a complete log sheet, he gave a thumbs up, like the detonating switch of a time bomb.
"[sex bomb·sex bomb]!"
A loud and powerful shout came from the man's throat——
——It's like a magic spell, given with one command.
The paper began to burn, bursting out with a brilliant golden fire. The ink and the paper had different burning points, and bright red characters popped out one after another on the tongue of the flame, almost showing all the words Xueming had written.
When the paper burned out, the man straightened up and revealed his true face under the streetlight next to the trash can.
He has a pair of blue eyes, mottled and messy blond hair covering his forehead, full cheeks and high cheekbones, a straight nose and fleshy lips.
He was wearing a pink shirt, with a stand-up collar tied tightly by a black tie. He had weird and terrifying features from his collarbone to his chin - there were blue morpho butterfly tattoos on the skin of his Adam's apple and the large blood vessels on his neck.
The black woolen clothes were very slim, matching his strong arms and torso. The hard cowhide trousers tightly covered his hips and legs. His calf muscles and neck bones were bulging forward and backward, and his leather shoes were shiny.
Right now, right now -
——Jiang Xueming walked out of the shadow of the street lamp.
"Who are you? Why are you following me? Why are you looking through my diary? You..."
Halfway through his words, Xueming couldn't continue.
Because this guy's appearance seemed too weird to him!
Do you still remember Chen Fugui, the boss of the papermaking shop?
A fake foreign devil who likes to exchange couplets, and an approachable American who laughs and laughs.
When Bai Lu saw him, he had to call Uncle Chen.
And in front of me is this weirdo who is following Xueming to look for pieces of Xueming's diary in the trash can——
——Almost looks exactly like Mr. Chen!
Whether it's eye color, hair color or facial features and physique.
Apart from their demeanor and clothing, except for the lines on their palms and the Morpho butterfly tattoo on their necks, they almost looked like twins.
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Xueming couldn't stand it now and continued to ask questions before he could open his mouth.
The strange man took the initiative to hand over the passenger ID——
"-Hello, my name is Wood, Wood Plunk."
Then the man took out a cigarette and lit it with just a strange ritual of snapping his fingers.
"It's the line from unknown plot fe33031 to Tianqiong Station, the captain of the three trains, and the stoker is my wife, who is also Chinese. This is her contact information."
With that said, the man took out another business card from his clothes and handed it to Xueming.
"I have no ill intentions towards you, I'm just very curious. The moment you tore off the diary, I couldn't subdue the wild cat in my heart. It was barking, calling me, urging me to take a look at what you wrote.
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Jiang Xueming involuntarily took two steps back. He could feel the hot spiritual pressure on this guy's body.
Regardless of whether what this strange commander said was true or false, the power of the opponent's soul alone had already shown a very terrifying destructive power.
It was pure flame, pure energy, capable of lighting paper and cigarettes with bare hands in the freezing cold environment of Iceland. Even before Jiang Xueming saw the soul form of Wood Plunk, the power had already burst out.
Woodpluck continued: "The garbage you throw away carelessly, from the moment it falls into the trash can, it no longer belongs to you, right?"
"Well..." Xueming frowned and prepared for the attack.
Wood: "I picked up these diary fragments and burned them to ensure that the contents would not be discovered."
Xueming: "Thank you..."
Wood: "You're welcome."
After that, Xueming called the phone number on the business card and was finally convinced——
——The stranger in front of me who looks like Boss Chen is indeed a conductor in the railway system. Both the platform administrator and the customer service department of Jushan Station can confirm this.
"Mr. Wood, why do you want to peek at my diary?" Xueming didn't understand.
Wood: "You are the new boss of Anonymous and the leader of a school of thought at the station. I want to get to know you."
Xueming: "Is it that simple?"
Wood: "It's that simple."
After a short silence, Xueming was about to leave——
——Wood Placker told another story.
"Jiang Xueming was born on June 23rd, which is the day to sacrifice the black goat god in "The Witch's Sabbath". People sacrifice their children to the devil and let the devil eat their flesh and blood, and..."
Jiang Xueming suddenly turned around: "Mr. Wood!"
Wood: "Did I offend you?"
Jiang Xueming: "What you said made me very angry - very angry. Are you deliberately trying to anger me? The thing I hate and resent the most is the human flesh trade. If you add in cults and children, you are extremely angry."
It will explode at one point.”
"I'm not talking nonsense, Jiang Xueming." Wood Plaque turned on his mobile phone and showed the painting "Witches' Sabbath", which was a portrait made by the Spanish artist Francisco in 1798: "You were indeed born on this day."
Jiang Xueming turned off the phone screen for Captain Wood, feeling that this mysterious guy was much more superstitious than Boss Chen.
"So what? Can it prove anything? I am a very interesting person. The year, month and day of my birth are also important?"
"No, just the opposite." Wood Placker opened the buttons of his coat, lifted up his trousers in front of the young man, and lifted up the belt with the skull cat head a little, acting very casually——
"——The vitality bursting out of you fascinates me. If "Witches' Sabbath" is to be regarded as a story, you are like a child in a sacrificial ceremony. As a sacrifice, you jumped off the altar and first caught your parents and beat them.
After a meal, he kicked the evil god off the shrine, pinned him to the ground and beat him violently."
Wood held onto his belt with one hand, and used his other hand as a finger gun, pointing it at his own temple.
"This powerful vitality is just like the grass under the rock. Even if the entire earth is covered with asphalt, the green grass will break through the obstacles and thrive. It attracts me, like a magnet and an iron block. I can't help but be attracted by this
Gravity has pulled you to your side."
Xueming just scratched his head after hearing this——
——In the end, he didn't shy away. He just used his spirit body to help Captain Wood fix the cat-head buckle on the belt to prevent the pants from falling down.
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The customer service department of Jushan Station.
The account manager and the driver's wife were having dinner, and most of the conversation between the two married women was about family.
About husband and children——
—Among them was Wood Placker's wife.
The conductor's wife mentioned this.
"The harvest season is here, and my husband has nothing to do all day long, so he likes to run outside."
The account manager was unimpressed.
"He is honest and upright, not like a philanderer."
The conductor’s wife looked sad.
"I'm not worried about him going out to find women."