I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 645: Passerby, Destroy Ancestor

Wen Yan rubbed his head, a little dazed. This was the first time that Dark xx had spoken so much.

The professor, seeing that Wen Yan didn't react much, seemed to have a headache as it was too much to take in at once.

Of course, this isn’t a literal headache.

The professor was quite happy, but he had to restrain himself all the time, which was really not a good experience.

He also wanted to speak out something without any scruples and teach others something.

He was already very satisfied to have someone with whom he could chat freely.

Even according to his estimation, Wen Yan might have only understood a superficial part of the things he just said.

It's not a big problem. A superficial understanding is enough to handle what we need to do now.

Go deeper, into things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and Wen Yan doesn't need to understand them in such detail.

He changed the language and taught it in person. Wen Yan was able to understand the parts he could understand on his own, and the rest seemed to be ignored.

That's good.

Of course, others may not have this ability. The professor has only met Wen Yan so far, and he had no reaction after listening.

Most people, when they are taught, are not in a position to be picky; they want everything without any selection.

Some people who are at a very high level can withstand it, that's because they have protected their minds and souls and blocked out information that they shouldn't receive.

This is completely different from Wen Yan's acceptance of everything.

There was a striking red exclamation mark in front of Wen Yan, which kept warning him.

Wen Yan glanced at the remains on the ground, then looked outside. There was already some commotion there.

The professor seemed to know what Wen Yan was going to ask and spoke directly.

“When you walk down the street, people passing by you are talking about something. If you don’t listen carefully, those voices are just background noise to you and won’t leave any trace in your mind.

You passed by a university lecture hall where a professor was lecturing on the theory of polymer physics that explains the glass transition. You were just passing by and heard the sound, but the information contained in that sound went in one ear and out the other.

Hmm, that's not quite accurate. It should be sliding across the hippocampus. There is no such option at all.

When I talk to you, unless you are listening intentionally, my voice will just be part of the background noise for all the irrelevant things nearby.

Where we are is a classroom with the door closed.

We are just passers-by who pass by them.

After passing by each other, they don’t even have our faces in their short-term memory, and they don’t remember whether we are male or female, old or young. This is normal.”

Wen Yan nodded, took out his cell phone, sent a message, and asked the people from the Lieyang Tribe to handle the matters outside.

Some people are eavesdropping using alien methods, and some people are eavesdropping using technological methods.

But no matter how they listened, what the professor just said was useless unless they heard it in person.

It would be strange if they could hear anything from that strange and indescribable language.

A few minutes later, the people from the Lieyang Tribe packed up their things, and then a man with a thin face appeared, carrying two boxes. He took out various instruments and began to check the situation nearby.

Taking the place where the professor was just now as the center, I first checked the things within a radius of five meters, and then found something different in a portable spectrometer.

There is a small gadget inside that does not require electricity. Its structure is very simple, so simple that it is difficult to detect it through normal inspection.

If you are not familiar with the structure of the instrument, you may not know the function of the small gadget inside it even if you take it apart.

When activated, it will transmit a signal in a fixed direction. After the signal is received, the information exchange will be completed, allowing people to hear the sound on the scene.

The things were taken away, and Wen Yan just asked about the black box. The equipment was purchased centrally by the Lieyang Department and then distributed. Before they were received, they were sealed, and there were also inspection procedures after opening. Each device has a number and records are kept of every piece of equipment that has been handled.

But even in this situation, someone still made some adjustments.

Within a few minutes, the black box said that other boxes from the same batch had already been opened and tested, and none of them contained anything extra.

In other words, this thing was added with gadgets only after it was distributed in the past few days.

Wen Yan didn't care about all this bullshit. He buried the two skeletons of the river god's wives that he had personally confirmed.

One of the skeletons had become brittle and charred. I don’t know what happened to the corresponding wife of the river god, but we still have to do what we have to do.

The professor said that one of them is the wife of the river god who has been revived and still has her own consciousness. She should have been revived not long ago and has her own ideas. She belongs to the category of person who can be won over and saved.

Just now Wen Yan was a little confused about which skeleton was dragged to the beach to fill the pile foundation. Now he didn't have to think about it anymore, so he just picked this one.

For the skeleton that looks relatively new, try another method.

He called a driver from the Lieyang tribe and drove south by land.

He was worried that if he added other things to the concrete, it would affect the overall strength.

But Black Box gave him a list of papers, all of which were related to the answer to this question.

Apart from those papers that are just water, there are another twenty or thirty papers that are meaningful and even have special experimental records.

In one of the papers, the experiment was conducted twenty years ago, and the data is still updated every year.

I looked at the corresponding author and said, "Oh, professor, that's fine."

Twenty years ago, the professor took advantage of the cross-sea bridge research to contribute his efforts. While being responsible for part of the project, he also merged a research project affiliated with the Lieyang Department into one.

It’s the problem of foreign matter mixed in the pile foundation.

The bridge piles are still standing there. It was nominally an experimental project, but rumor has it that it was an unfinished project.

For the past twenty years, the data has been tested several times every year.

The theoretical basis is quite solid. If the skeleton is thrown in, there are standard theoretical foundations for how to deal with it, how deep to put it, and how to adjust it. When it comes to actual operation, we just need to recalculate and adjust it according to the actual situation.

Wen Yan also couldn't understand the formulas or the theoretical explanations. He just needed to know that he could do it.

He was a little worried before, what if it affects safety? This is not an ordinary road paving.

When Wen Yan was traveling south by car, in the lower middle part of the Yellow River, deep in the river, a revived wife of the river god, her body charred, was floating quietly there.

His soul was riddled with holes, with only a tiny bit of body left, and his consciousness had been annihilated long ago.

This tiny bit of remains has not completely dissipated because it is forcibly restrained by external forces.

Wen Yan felt dizzy after listening to this and couldn't tell whether it was morning or evening. This was not something that a guy who was essentially a ghost could listen to.

Under the remains, there was a white jade platform that continuously gushed out some strength, supporting the remains from being annihilated. Now it was temporarily stabilized.

Outside the stone platform, a giant snake as thick as an adult's waist coiled in a snake formation, watching the scene coldly.

"What a stupid guy! After being revived, he studied for a long time but still didn't grow any brains.

I specifically told him not to get close to that person, but he still didn't listen.

He was so self-righteous that he thought it would be fine if he died, but he almost ruined everything.

If that person was an ordinary person, how could he live peacefully until now? "The giant snake gnashed its teeth, becoming more and more angry as it spoke. Several water ghosts were lying beside it. When the giant snake glared at them, they stiffened instantly, shattered silently, turned into some mist, and sank into the jade platform.

"Sir, what should we do now?" A little demon next to him asked in a trembling voice.

"What else can we do? Stay out of the way and let the guys who are not covered in blood go and find other bones in the river and move as many away as possible.

This bunch of trash, trash, trash.

If I hadn't been delayed, I would have been able to transform into a dragon in three months.

After being delayed for so long, and being delayed again, these cowards…"

The giant snake became more and more annoyed as it spoke, cursing and twitching its tail. One of the little demons was accidentally hit and flew backwards, with at least a broken bone.

A little demon in the distance wanted to say something, but now he didn't dare to say anything and retreated in unison.

The next morning, Wen Yan's car had already crossed two counties. As soon as the sun rose, he felt sleepy and lay down in the car to rest.

The director did not attend the morning meeting. He took a bag of tea, left the Lieyang headquarters, and came to an old alley.

Arriving at a house deep in the alley, he knocked on the door and saw an old man in a hat eating breakfast and peeling an egg in his hands.

"You are so old, and you still eat fried dough sticks. Did you add sugar to your soy milk?"

"Of course we have to add sugar. It would be soulless without it." The old man replied cheerfully.

"Oil and sugar, are you really not afraid of making a fool of yourself?" The director sat opposite the old man and followed the nanny next to him and muttered, "Sister Liu, give me a bowl of soy milk without sugar. Do you have vegetarian leek buns? Give me two."

The director general didn't hesitate and started eating.

After they finished eating, the old man took out his pipe, lit it and asked the director.

"You are so busy, how could you bear to come to my place for breakfast today?"

"I have something I want to ask you, so I'm here in person to show some mercy."

"Oh, you say." The old man spoke casually, but his expression became serious. When he saw the director general appear alone, he knew that something big had happened. Now after hearing what the director general said, he knew that this was a very big matter.

"Old Jin, I won't beat around the bush with you, I'll just get straight to the point.

There were remnants of the previous dynasty who went astray and established a small court.

He wanted to use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill people in front of the disciples of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks in my Lieyang tribe’s base.

I have taken on this matter, and I am asking you first because I don’t want to expand the scope of the attack too much.”

Before the headquarters director could finish his words, Lao Jin jumped three feet high as if he had been stung by a scorpion. After jumping up, he took three or four steps back with a look of horror on his face.

"Fuck him, which guy who gave birth to a son with a closed anus came up with these stupid things.

It’s not easy for me to live to this day. My father died in the revolution. I didn’t play the whole game, but I played half of it.

Only after crawling out of the pile of dead bodies can we live a peaceful life for a few days.

I don't want to be with these bastards, I don't have a choice."

Lao Jin cursed loudly, his whole face turned red and purple, and his eyes were full of fire.

"I will lead the team myself. I want to see which unlucky person is causing trouble here."

"Sit down and talk. Don't get angry. You can still live a few more years." The director quickly pulled Lao Jin to sit down.

"What's the point of living? I don't even care about what I eat. I just want to live a happy life. I don't mind living a few years less. How can I tolerate this?

My grandson is such a decent person, he can write a time-travel novel at a level that is unique in his rebellion.

Now I'm being implicated for no reason. What's the point of living?

All of them will die."

Old Jin became more and more angry as he spoke. The blood in his body was boiling and he looked a little younger.

The director reached out and patted him on the back, and Lao Jin's red face returned to normal.

“I’m just telling you, I just don’t want to get too involved, there will be too many innocent people involved.

If you are willing to do it, then go first.

I am telling you this first, it is a bit against the rules.

I'll put pressure on you for three days, that's the limit.

Now that I've told you everything, let me reveal a little more.

It was done in front of Wen Yan.

Moreover, Wen Yan's entire clan must be executed."

Old Jin, who was furious just now, has now slowly calmed down and become more silent.

After a long silence, Lao Jin stood up and saluted to the director general.

"Thank you very much."

"After all, we have fought together and we are comrades who can trust each other's backs.

What bad things your ancestors did has little to do with you.

All I know is that seven people in your family have sacrificed their lives for the country."

The director patted Lao Jin on the shoulder, stood up and left.

After the director-general left, Lao Jin changed his clothes and took a car heading north.

The driver drove for a whole day and took him to a place thousands miles away.

After entering a village, Lao Jin went straight to the ancestral hall. He took out a sack, took down all the tablets in the hall, stuffed them all in, and threw them in the middle of the hall.

After waiting for a while, someone rushed in from outside, and was stunned when he saw Lao Jin's actions.

"Mr. Jin, what are you doing? Oh my, what are you doing?"

Lao Jin ignored the other party. He took out a kerosene lighter, lit it, and looked at the sack on the ground with a serious face.

"If it has nothing to do with you, just make a statement and distance yourself from it.

If there is a connection... then I'm sorry to all our ancestors, I will dig up your graves, burn your bones, and scatter your ashes, which is considered to be saving your face.

At least it's better than having your grave blown up by a cannon, right?"

After saying that, he threw the lighter out, lit the sack on fire, and the tablet inside burned fiercely in the flames.

Old Jin stared at one of the tablets that was burning most violently, muttering to himself.

"Dad, you're quick to distance yourself from the matter. Why? I haven't even explained the matter yet, why did you burn your own tablet first? Do you know something?"

(End of this chapter)