Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Are you so smart you're courting death?!"

"..."

Sangbo rubbed his nose: "Damn, so Big Brother already thought of that."

Yan silently squatted down, staring at the ruins before him, constantly recalling the scene he had seen when he opened the Heavenly Father.

The raging fire was actually extinguished slowly by the ice arrows released on March 7th.

Before that, Yan had actually teleported a large amount of snow into the fire.

But it doesn't seem to have any effect.

"This fire... was it started by someone using the power of destiny?" Yan murmured.

As a Destiny Walker, one is a highly sought-after individual in Belloborg... on this entire planet.

If that person's destiny power can cause such a fire, after joining the Silvermane Iron Guard, even if he doesn't reach Jepard's level, he will definitely be stronger than an ordinary officer.

Why would someone so popular burn down a museum?

"Hey bro, are you squatting there taking a dump?"

"..."

Yan silently stood up, circled around a few more times, and then left the museum ruins.

As they walked, he said to Sambo beside him:

"What are you following me for? Want to turn yourself in? Then put on these silver handcuffs."

Sangbo caught the silver handcuffs that Yan threw to him in a daze, and said speechlessly:

"How could I possibly turn myself in? The museum burning down has nothing to do with me. I'm just panicking right now!"

"..."

"Are you sure? Why are you panicking?"

"This is such a big deal, it concerns my future career path! If the museum can't be built, then the price of the ancient artifacts I have will go up again!"

"I'm just following you to see if there's any possibility that you can reopen."

"Friend, what's yours is mine, isn't it?"

"?"

……

Chapter 168 Is it really a good idea to just give up?

On a roadside bench.

On March 7th, Yan Huan, and Dan Heng sat there silently, watching a large group of Iron Guards walk back and forth.

March 7th shrugged:

"Hey, look! This time we're all out of fun."

Dan Heng's gaze was calm, as still as a deep well.

"Let's go and see if there's anything we can do to help. After all, that building... is also a place we used to be in."

A gentle breeze ruffled the hair of the three people.

Yan Huan sat between the two, leaning back in her chair, legs crossed, her narrow eyes narrowed:

“Friend, we’re the Train Three Thugs, not Sherlock Holmes. Wouldn’t it be a bit ahead of our time to do this?”

March 7th leaned lazily on the armrest of a nearby bench and said:

"Thank you for reminding me, but please don't remind me again."

Sitting on the other side, Dan Heng couldn't help but look at Yan Huan:

"Yan Huan, didn't you go investigate? Didn't you find any clues?"

Previously, it was inside Fort Cripper.

The testimonies of the injured Iron Guards are sufficient to prove that a group of people dressed in Iron Guard uniforms did indeed commit arson.

During Pera and Jepard's subsequent investigation, the pool of suspects gradually narrowed down.

The Iron Guards in the recruit camp are now all under control.

Yan extended his well-defined knuckles and patted Dan Heng on the shoulder:

"I have a general understanding of the situation at the Iron Guard Recruit Camp. They're all rookies, and the spies hiding there are the same. They're so hard at moving oil drums, and they need my name to get them in. Even if we find out who they are, they're probably just low-level henchmen under the boss."

Dan Heng said in a deep voice:

"You mean there are other enemies behind those fake Iron Guards who set fires?"

Yan shook his head:

"I didn't say that. Maybe they really could pull off a miracle with their massive investment, and a few barrels of oil could single-handedly buy out the museum."

Dan Heng glanced at his two teammates.

One was leaning on the armrest, and the other was lying on the back of the chair, both looking lazy and seemingly having no intention of helping.

"So, what are your plans next?" Dan Heng asked.

March 7: "Just lie down. If anything happens, we can wait for Pera or Jepard to call us."

Yan: "Me too."

March 7: "Besides, we're not locals. They obviously have the advantage when it comes to investigating this kind of thing. If we act on our own, we might even ruin their plans."

Yan: "Me too."

March 7: "The main thing is, I'm so tired, I don't really want to move."

Yan: "Me too."

Dan Heng: "..."

"Sigh." In the end, Dan Heng could only sigh helplessly.

"I understand. You all get some rest. I'll go see if there's anything I can help you with."

Under the watchful eyes of March 7th and Yan Huan, Dan Heng stood up, dusted off his clothes, and left on his own.

The museum burned down on the day Danheng was on duty. He always felt that if he hadn't gone to the snowfield on his own, this situation wouldn't have happened.

Ultimately, he wasn't as thick-skinned as the other two.

After Dan Heng left, the remaining space on the bench became more spacious, so Yan moved to the side.

March 7th also shifted his position, then slumped back in his chair, listlessly saying:

"Sigh, I thought I was here for a vacation, but I didn't expect God to still love to play jokes."

"Yeah, maybe that's just the protagonist's constitution. Wherever he goes, trouble follows," Yan, lying to the side, chimed in.

A gentle breeze ruffled their hair.

After a moment of silence, March 7th tilted her head slightly and spoke:

"Hey, aren't you really going to do anything? Don't forget you're still the executive officer. Dan Heng and I don't even have any positions, and you, a high-ranking official, are just slacking off?"

Hear the words.

A slight smile curved the corners of Yan's lips:

"It's as if I've ever exercised any power or ordered any guards around. If I haven't exercised any power, how can I assume the corresponding obligations?"

"You know it all so well, are you out of your mind?!"

"I didn't expect that."

then.

The two remained seated.

As soon as they sat down, they both entered another world.

“zzzZZZ…”

“zzzZZZ…”

Pedestrians on the roadside couldn't help but look at the two of them.

Two handsome young men and beautiful young women, in the prime of their lives, chose to give up instead of striving for success.

"Sigh, the physical condition of young people these days is getting worse and worse. When I was young, I had much more energy than they do!" commented an old man passing by.

“Exactly! When I was young, I could go five days without sleep! Now that I’m old… I’m really old!” A primary school student next to me chimed in.

that's it.

The two slept until night.

Moon stars are rare.

A chill called March 7th back from another world.

She slowly opened her pinkish-blue eyes, only to find that her back and waist ached.

Indeed, this sleeping position is not very friendly to people.

After yawning, March 7th lifted the black coat covering him.

He looked in surprise at Yan, who was playing a game to the side:

"No, you're really staying here with me?"

Yan's sharply defined face was illuminated by the screen's light, and his fingers were rapidly tapping on the screen:

"What's wrong? Is something not normal?"

March 7th rubbed his eyes and said lazily:

"I thought you were going to cause trouble."