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Chapter 423 The Celestial Clan arrives.

Jin ignored the voice.

His consciousness was only brought to this place by the head of the Celestial Clan member, but his real body was not here.

There was no way anyone could see him or hear him here.

Jin thought that the voice was not talking to him, or that it had sensed his presence and was trying to trick him.

Jin murmured:

"The air here is filled with the scent of materials. Sure enough, is this the Lost City?"

The material that Jinkou mentioned is the Celestial Clan.

Jin has always known that there is a mysterious city in a certain sea area on Blue Star.

The residents of that city are the Celestial Clan.

Tielin is the lord of the Lost City who guards the Celestial Clan.

The voice sounded again:

"The Lost City? What is that place?"

Jin was stunned for a moment.

Is this really talking to me?

That thing can read the fluctuations of my consciousness?
The voice continued:

"That's right, ant, I'm asking you."

. . . . .

In the laboratory, Jin's breathing began to rapid.

He encountered an incomprehensible world. Why would someone here talk to him?

Even though the assistant had followed Jin for decades, it was the first time for him to activate the life-saving device.

The meaning of the salvation base is that when the world faces unsolvable problems, this base can be used to explore the lost city and achieve the effect of salvation.

It was also the first time for him to start the machine, and he was completely helpless as he watched Jin struggling in pain.

. . . . . .

The voice said:
"The rhythm of your soul is very scattered. Are you afraid? Answer me, ant."

Jin calmed down.

He knew that at this time, panicking would not solve any problems.

Jin asked:
"who are you?"

The voice hesitated for a moment and replied:

"The Lord of the Celestials? The King of Monsters? It doesn't matter.

My name is, Long Live the Emperor! "

Jin was unfamiliar with the words "Long Live the Emperor", but it sounded like he was the leader of the Celestial Clan?
Sure enough, is this the Lost City?

The voice was a little angry:
"I have answered your question. Why don't you answer my question? What exactly is the Lost City?"

Jin was surprised:

“Isn’t this the Lost City?”

The voice said:
"This is the heaven."

Jin felt as if he was struck by lightning and his whole body was numb.

He had heard Tielin say that the Lost City was the place where the remnants of the Celestial Clan were imprisoned.

Jin originally wanted to find the location of the Lost City through the heads of the Celestials, but how could he reach the Celestial Realm? !

Is this a failure or a success of the life-saving device?

Jin didn't dare to speak anymore. He immediately used his mind to shut down the rescue device.

At the auction, the corpses of the Celestial Clan members were so strong, how strong must the Celestial Clan’s leader be?

Jin was afraid that the Lord of the Celestial Clan would do something to his consciousness, causing unpredictable consequences.

The voice said in surprise:
"Run away? Go ahead, let me see where you came from."

After a few seconds, the owner of the voice saw something and fell into a terrible silence.

After a moment, the voice murmured:
“What a rich world it is.”

The greed in his voice seemed to be dripping with water.

"First Nest, listen to my orders..."

In the darkness, countless green eyes opened.

. . . . . . Late at night, in a village.

The golden month of October sounds like a particularly beautiful word. Well... October is indeed beautiful.

Farmers' annual harvest depends on this period.

But this period of time is definitely not as romantic and beautiful as imagined. It is very tiring.

It was already very late. Old Man Zhang and his wife took advantage of the moonlight and went to the fields to pick apples with snakeskin bags.

The old couple had worried looks on their faces. There had been too much rain this year, so the apples were not tasty and the price was kept very low by the fruit vendors.

But life must go on, and no matter how much you complain, you still have to do the work you have to do.

My wife muttered:

"Marrying you is such bad luck.

You see, all the old ladies in the city are sleeping now, so they should start square dancing early tomorrow.

Haha, I am just suffering in this life, I would rather die than live like this."

Old man Zhang was picking fruits and said:
"What's the matter with death? It's bad luck."

My wife yawned while holding onto her snakeskin bag:
"If you don't die of old age, you'll die of exhaustion."

At this moment, Old Man Zhang suddenly saw something and looked at the forest not far away:

"Old lady, look over there, is there something moving?"

The old wife was stunned for a moment, rubbing her eyes and looking at the place where the old man Zhang pointed:

"Isn't he stealing apples?"

Old man Zhang picked up the dung fork he had brought with him for self-defense, tiptoed over there, and shouted:

"Who's there! Come out!"

His voice was harsh, but his cautious steps betrayed his timidity.

Farmers’ harvest of the year depends on this golden October. If their hard work for a year is stolen by others, they would really want to die.

Old man Zhang approached and heard a crunching sound. The guy was eating.

Are you eating an apple?

If he was just picking two fruits to eat, there would be no need for him to make such a fuss.

We are all from the same village. We know each other every day. What's the big deal about eating two fruits?

Old Man Zhang was afraid that the man would be embarrassed. After all, it was definitely not worth getting scolded by him for stealing two fruits.

He pretended not to notice anything and walked towards his wife's position.

Old man Zhang walked up to his wife and whispered:

"Maybe Zhou Quezi, who was growing sweet potatoes nearby, was thirsty while harvesting them in the middle of the night, so he picked two berries to eat."

My wife spat:
"Is it Zhou Quezi, that unlucky star?
A few days ago, our grandson dug up a sweet potato and played with it, and got scolded by Zhou the Cripple.

He had the nerve to steal our apples."

Old man Zhang winked at his wife:
"Keep your voice down. Everyone gets thirsty sometimes. We are all from the same village. Give him some face."

My wife pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and said:
"Then let's go home. If he wants to eat more fruit after he finishes it, he will be embarrassed to pick it when he sees us here."

In fact, this old lady has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Except for her sharp tongue, everything else is good.

Old man Zhang nodded:
"That makes sense. Oh! Let's go. We're tired today anyway."

In this way, Old Man Zhang, with his wife and tools, walked towards his home.

It was the kindness of Old Man Zhang and his wife He Qi that saved them.

At the edge of the apple orchard and sweet potato field, a humanoid monster was eating something with a crunching sound.

The monster had a human body, a pig's head, and its back was covered with scales.

The monster was a celestial being, wolfing down the food.

The monster heard something and looked back, but saw nothing.

The monster didn't care and continued eating.

In its hand, it was holding a human thigh and biting into it.

Not far away there was an old man's head.

The old man kept a terrified expression before he died.