I am your natural enemy.

Chapter 770: Resuscitation Conditions, What I Tried

"I want to go back to Guanzhong County and take a look at Mount Li to tell the people there that I am now Commandant Wen after all."

As soon as Wen Yan finished speaking, the professor and the director of headquarters stretched out their hands at the same time, pressing down on Wen Yan's shoulders from the left and right.

"Not really."

Wen Yan was slightly stunned, and looking at the reactions of the two people, he knew there was a story behind this.

"Even if someone came out of Mount Li, they wouldn't just go over and destroy the island nation, right? I haven't heard that Bai Qi is here, so it's not possible, right? Besides, Brother Zheng hasn't revived yet, and his men wouldn't dare to rush out with a large army without his approval."

The director looked at the professor and asked him to speak, but the professor hesitated for a moment.

Wen Yan suddenly had an idea and blurted it out.

"Will it not be that the army is dispatched and the start of war is the condition for revival?"

The professor closed his mouth, didn't speak, closed his eyes, turned around, and didn't answer the question at all. He even seemed a little afraid to answer such a question.

The director general shook his head.

"Don't look at me. I don't know anything, and I don't want to know. I can't know the exact answer. It's a tacit understanding that it's rare to be confused."

Wen Yan curled her lips. These guys, what kind of riddle are they playing? They can say whatever they want.

"Alright then. I'm not going to take care of this matter for now. I'm going back. If you guys find any follow-up information, just tell me. If you need to fight, you can find me. I haven't fought with anyone for a long time, and my hands are really itching. I also need to find someone to verify my practice. I don't even know how far I've come in practice now."

"Huh?" The director general was slightly stunned when he heard this. Didn't the previous sparring with others count?
But then he changed his mind and thought about what happened when Wen Yan was sparring with someone else. He had just warmed up when the two old guys decisively stopped and didn't dare to continue fighting.

After Wen Yan learned the Lightning Thunder Fist, given his own foundation, he was unable to practice it with all his strength.

This thing is one of the few methods that leaves no room for maneuver at all.

The Lieyang Tribe seldom asks the Maoshan Sect Leader for help. Every time they do, the Maoshan Sect Leader has to first ask clearly whether it is possible to leave no one alive and whether the situation is suitable for him to take action so as to avoid accidental injuries in advance.

Wen Yan is in the same situation now. Those two old fellows who have already stepped half a foot into the sixth stage of martial arts are afraid that they will be beaten to death by Wen Yan accidentally when fighting against him.

Mainly because it would be too unfair to die like this.

Wen Yan's own practice, from a pure stage perspective, should be the second stage after he changed his job to a cultivator, but this is only a pure stage and there are still few applications.

Recently he has achieved his original vision. He open-sourced the Cultivator and then went on to learn things from other big guys.

It is really too difficult for him to read books by himself, especially the original text.

It is better to do it this way now, learn gray cloth and burn it directly. It happens that no one knows the relevant routes and things better than him. These were all what he risked his life to get.

In the past few days, I have been busy engraving things related to basic hand seals, which are absolutely risk-free.

The Lightning Thunder Fist was learned very smoothly, which was somewhat unexpected.

Wen Yan didn't care about the subsequent inspections and information tracking. These all took time and required professionals, which he couldn't do. He had to go back and meet Lao Zhao first.

Last time, I wanted to go to the second floor of Lao Zhao’s house to meet him, but I had other things to do at that time. I’m afraid that Lao Zhao had already started to keep up with the version changes by then.

After returning to Decheng and walking out of the underworld, Wen Yan said goodbye to Feng Wei and said that they would meet for dinner in Guanzhong County next time. He then walked out from underground.

When I came up, I saw five brothers stacked on top of each other with their heads lined up at the window, observing the outside.

"Guess what delicious food Wen Yan's family is having today?"

“Boiled chicken, I guess.”

“Soy sauce chicken, I guess.”

“Roast duck, I guess.”

After the fourth brother finished speaking, the other three immediately looked down at the same time.

Then Lao Wu raised his head, looking at the melon rind.

"Are you stupid? What delicious food can you eat when Wen Yan is not at home?"

"Hiss, that makes sense!"

The five brothers sang in unison again, and then turned around and saw Wen Yan standing behind them.

"I'll send you some boiled chicken later, and some of the buns I made. I think there should be some in the refrigerator.

Lao Zhao is upstairs, right? "

"here I am."

"Mr. Zhao has a poor appetite recently."

"Yeah, I haven't eaten boiled chicken for several times."

"He might be ill."

"Are you stupid? Old Zhao died a long time ago, how could he be sick?"

Wen Yan was already accustomed to the speaking habits of these five brothers, and pointed upwards.

"I'll go see him."

Wen Yan walked towards the second floor. He had even forgotten whether he had been to the second floor of Old Zhao's house before.

Going up to the second floor, the room was empty and there was not even a door. Lao Zhao sat on a plastic stool in the middle, facing the wall with his back straight. The wall was covered with various words and symbols, which made him dizzy at a glance.

"Old Zhao?"

Old Zhao didn't move, but turned his head 180 degrees, still looking the same as usual.

"Oh, Wen Yan, what's wrong?"

"I heard from the brothers downstairs that you haven't had a good appetite lately, so I came to check on you. What are you doing?"

Old Zhao turned his head and looked at the things on the wall with a serious expression.

"I'm reading these things and I'm almost understanding them!"

"???" Three question marks appeared above Wen Yan's head: "How much do you understand now?"

"I have recognized 298 characters, but I still don't know what they mean."

"Then what are you doing sitting here?"

"Be careful that no one sneaks in to scribble or draw again. I want to catch them in the act! Unfortunately, every time I'm a little careless and take a break, they run away!"

Wen Yan sighed, took out his cell phone, and started taking pictures of the wall.

He took pictures and looked at them at the same time. Yes, there were many words on it, and he recognized them all, but he couldn't recognize them when they were put together.

After taking the photo, I sent it directly to the professor.

Wen Yan turned around and went back to get some food. He also took out a small incense burner, lit the incense sticks, and inserted them in front of Lao Zhao. Then he sat next to Lao Zhao.

"We haven't talked for a long time, let's just chat."

Wen Yan didn't care about Lao Zhao's reaction. He just talked about recent events and said that he would be the flag bearer and unlock the seal of the ancestor of soldiers.

However, recently someone secretly went to rob tombs and dug up the tomb of one of the hands of the ancestor of soldiers, which was obviously a malicious act.

When talking about the previous part, Old Zhao still looked confused and didn't understand what Wen Yan was saying.

It was not until Wen Yan finished speaking that Lao Zhao's temperament changed a little.

Wen Yan sensed it clearly, but he didn't care, pretended not to know, and continued talking.

After finishing his words in one breath, Wen Yan patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder.

"Don't worry so much, don't hold it in. If there is anything, you can tell me directly. I still say the same thing, if we can talk, then let's talk about it openly.

We in China have the resurrection of spiritual energy, and outside they have the dawn of the gods. We don't need to fight against each other. What old calendars there were in the past are all in the past.

We must look at problems from a developmental perspective. You may not believe in other people, but you can at least believe in me.

Eat something. If you don’t eat, the five brothers will be worried about you.

There is no need for us to neglect sleep and food.

Eat it, this boiled chicken is very standard, the kind that can be used to worship gods.

It’s not some soy sauce chicken or roast chicken or anything like that.”

Wen Yan patted Lao Zhao's shoulder again, turned and left.

After Wen Yan left, Lao Zhao sat there for a long time without moving. His eyes, which were a little too smart, slowly focused and became deep.

He looked at the things in front of him, at the burning incense sticks, and the familiar yang energy slowly blooming on the incense sticks.

When the incense was almost burned out, Lao Zhao reached out, grabbed a chicken head, and slowly began to chew it.

"Hey... Has anyone ever thought that this situation will happen one day in the future?"

"Oh, forget it. He is indeed right. I don't trust other people, but I cannot help but trust him."

After eating the chicken head, Lao Zhao counted on his fingers for a long time.

“Although it’s still very early and it shouldn’t be this time, but Wen Yan is right. It’s really hard for anyone except Wen Yan to kill that born rebel and remove the most difficult part of the seal.

If you don't trust those fools, those who want to gain benefits, the Lieyang Tribe and the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, then there is really no one you can trust."

After thinking for a long time, Lao Zhao took the remaining chicken, went downstairs and let the five brothers eat it.

"This is for you to eat, but you have to ask Wen Yan to come over first."

Before Old Zhao could finish his words, he saw the five brothers turn into a gust of cold wind and disappear.

Ten seconds later, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the five brothers formed a circle, surrounding the boiled chicken, and Wen Yan also appeared at the door.

"Let's talk on the second floor. No one should notice us there." Old Zhao straightened his back and stretched out his hand in a gesture, looking very stylish.

Wen Yan was not surprised, as he had long known that Lao Zhao was sometimes lucid and sometimes crazy.

When they reached the second floor, before Wen Yan could say anything, Lao Zhao greeted her in a serious manner and then started talking to himself.

“The things on that slate only look right. In fact, they are theories that can only be successful if everything is perfect.

Unfortunately, that kind of perfection doesn't exist.

The idea that if we find the remaining limbs, we can reassemble them and complete the resuscitation is just a lie.

Because I tried. "

Old Zhao had a calm expression and deep eyes. When he saw Wen Yan's lips move slightly, he continued.

"Don't ask me who I am, I have forgotten, and there may not be a name for me in my life.

Don't waste time. Although the time I am awake has increased, it is not increasing with the revival of spiritual energy.

The only way to truly recover is to give up your former limbs.

After thousands of years, even though the remains were indeed from the ancestor of weapons, the changes over thousands of years had also changed its fundamental nature.

If the ancestor of soldiers was revived in this way, at most only part of his animal nature would be revived.

I died once, and luckily was half revived thanks to the research I did during my lifetime.

I know very well that after I revived, I no longer want the ancestor of soldiers to revived.

If he had not revived, he would now be one of the totems of Shenzhou and the ancestor of soldiers.

If he were to resurrect, he would probably just be a crippled Chi You.

In your current terms, this is called exile.

I won't interfere with your thoughts, you can do whatever you want.

I will tell you the real method of revival, and you can ask Bingzu yourself when the time comes.

Since that day when you killed the Taotie by the river and left it with a glimmer of hope.

This matter has to be yours.”

Having said that, Lao Zhao looked towards the west.

“The seal of Bingzu will be lifted soon, and the information about some of his limbs will also begin to be noticed.

Today, it's not just the part you discovered.

And some of them have been dug out, so you'd better be careful.

As the spiritual energy revived, that part of the limb, even though it had no consciousness, was still like a magical weapon.

I don’t know exactly what it will be.

Moreover, I vaguely sensed that there was a great evil lurking in the west.

You may encounter a great disaster in the west, so avoid it if you can."

"Can you stop being a riddle man?"

Wen Yan had just asked the question when he saw Lao Zhao's eyes turn back into that smart look.

"What?"

"It's okay, I just asked if you were full..."

"Oh, I'm full now. I'm going to continue to squat here on that little thief."

"..."

Wen Yan sighed, left a sentence, saying that it was okay to just walk around and eat as usual, and then left.

On the other hand, the professor was a little upset when he saw the new things Wen Yan had sent him.

"Why are there new things? I'm studying this all day long. I might as well turn over the bones to see how many Qiang people have been cooked on them!"

"Why don't you just forget it and talk about it another day. There's no need to rush." ​​The director-general kindly advised.

"What counts? There are all kinds of characters in here, from ancient seal characters to simplified characters. I don't know which psychopath wrote them. Isn't this pure torture..."

"..." The director general thought about it for a moment, but didn't quite understand what he said. He didn't say anything else and let the professor do it on his own.

At the same time, in the northwest corner of Europa, inside an island, in the upside-down and chaotic space, many corpses were randomly scattered, and some equipment seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, with smooth cuts.

Following the passage inside the island all the way to the end, you will see a vibrant underground space with lush vegetation. At the top of the space, there is also a glowing object embedded in it.

There is also a hall several dozen meters high inside. The hall seems to be wrapped in the wings of a bird-headed man statue with wings. There is only an entrance at the front.

Several people with oriental faces came out holding a spherical stone.

"Found it. It must be this thing. The huge stone sculpture of a bird-man, in a protective posture, is guarding something. It's at the very top of the temple."

They gently knocked on the spherical stone, and a crack appeared in the stone. A golden light flashed, and one of them died on the spot, exploding into a ball of bloody mist.

And that point of golden light fell on another person, who also roared, his body torn into pieces and died.

After a circle, when there was no one around, the golden light returned to the spherical stone, and the cracks in the stone closed silently.

More than half an hour later, a man in a black robe came in. He took off the robe to reveal an oriental face. With a serious expression, he took out the box, put on gloves, put the spherical stone into the box and took it away.

(End of this chapter)