Chinese Superman

Chapter 110 A Narrow Escape: Oracle Bones from Yin Ruins

After a while.

The researcher retrieved the bottle, which was intact, and the purified water inside had not deteriorated in any way.

Then came a series of experiments.

Whether it's a plant or an animal, putting half of it into the mysterious vortex is fine; it's completely harmless and can be retrieved.

However, methods such as cameras, drones, and robotic dogs cannot capture the view inside the portal.

and!

Anything that enters the portal as a whole will lose contact and be unable to return, whether it is a well-trained police dog or a human-controlled drone or robot.

Old Qian said solemnly, "Do you see that? This is a stable two-way teleportation portal."

"Monsters can come out, and we can go in, but we don't know what the conditions are for returning."

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Xia Xinghan stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

"This is completely contrary to the description in the P-007 file."

The report clearly stated that the "portal" in their world was one-way, only allowing monsters from the other world to come to Earth. No creatures, weapons, or even detection signals from Earth could pass through the portal to enter the other world.

This puts humanity at a constant disadvantage, constantly on the defensive and unable to detect the source of the enemy.

And now, the vortex is actually a two-way channel!

What does this mean?

This means that humanity is no longer just passively defending its own doorstep, but can actively explore other worlds and even seize the initiative in war!

"But—why can't we pass through the portals to the 'Undead' world, while our Earth's portals are bidirectional?"

Xia Xinghan muttered to himself, his mind racing.

He could only think of one possibility, which was related to the revival of spiritual energy.

Old Qian said in a deep voice, "After trying most of the methods, we had no choice but to have our people personally enter the [teleportation portal] to investigate."

"And then, nothing more?" Xia Xinghan asked.

Mr. Qian nodded.

"Initially, a special forces unit was tasked with the mission. Each member was armed with live ammunition and had ropes around their waists for easy evacuation."

"As a result, the special forces successfully returned using the rope method, but they didn't bring back any useful intelligence. They said that behind the [portal] was a pure white space."

"The previously missing police dogs and drones were not found in the pure white space."

Xia Xinghan deduced: "Based on the previous experiments, the pure white space of the [Portal] is just a transit station. It will not activate the teleportation effect and allow entry into the other world until the entire organism enters."

"That's right, our experts think so too."

"So in the end, we had no choice but to untie the ropes, have an armored officer and a special forces unit protect the two experts, and get them completely inside the [portal]!"

Xia Xinghan's gaze shifted, and he asked, "No more movement?"

Mr. Qian sighed and replied, "An hour has passed, and not a single word has come back."

Mr. Qian's words caused the atmosphere to suddenly freeze.

Logically speaking, this exploration team was well-equipped, with armored personnel and elite special forces soldiers with good equipment. They shouldn't have disappeared without a trace for a whole hour.

After all, judging from the monsters that came out of the [portal], let alone armored warriors, a real special forces unit would be enough to crush and sweep them all.

"so----"

Qian Lao looked at Xia Xinghan through the holographic projection.

"We need stronger, more capable people to go in, figure out the situation, and hopefully rescue the people."

After a brief pause, Mr. Qian continued, "Originally, Mr. Guo was the first choice."

"The military bamboo slips he wields are full of mysteries. 'Speed ​​is of the essence in war' and 'retreat is the best policy' are both life-saving techniques, and 'deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea' can also deal with unknown environments. But after all, Elder Guo is the governor of the country, a vital national asset. If he were to fall into them, the loss would be too great."

"Therefore, we invited a special oracle bone holder—the one who holds the oracle bones from Yin Ruins—to divine the fortune of Mr. Guo's trip."

Bone and shell artifacts from Yin Ruins?

Xia Xinghan's eyes flickered.

The Xia state had already seen the use of oracle bones or turbans for divination in the late Neolithic period, and oracle bones became prevalent in the Shang dynasty.

Because it was inscribed on oracle bones, the script from the Yin-Shang period is also known as oracle bone script!

"And the result?" Xia Xinghan asked.

Old Qian took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words: "Extremely ominous."

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"You should know that during your last trip to the Pacific, when Elder Guo went to meet you, facing the Grand Master of the Kingdom of Ying and the UFOs of the Kingdom of Zhongxing, the divination only resulted in a narrow escape. But this time—it's a major disaster, a near-death experience."

"This means that even if Master Guo went in with the Bamboo Slips of the Military Sage, he would most likely encounter a fatal danger from which he could not escape using its mystical power."

Xia Xinghan fell silent.

Even the venerable Guo Lao, the guardian of the state, was judged to be "extremely unlucky." Could it be that the BOSS from another world is blocking the door from the other side of the vortex?

Are max-level monsters blasting fish in the beginner village?!

"So, Grandpa Qian, you want me to help you?"

Xia Xinghan looked up.

"That's right."

Qian Lao nodded solemnly: "From a data perspective, your combat strength surpasses that of Guo Lao. Moreover, you don't rely on the mystique of the relics, so you might be able to break the deadlock."

"Of course, before asking you to take action, we also need to ask the one who wields the weapon to perform a divination for you."

"You are just as important to the base and the country as Guo Lao. There can be no mistakes. If the divination result is still 'extremely bad,' I will definitely not let you go."

"Can."

Xia Xinghan readily agreed, but then changed the subject, a sly smile playing on his lips: "However, Grandpa Qian, this mission seems to be quite risky, so as for the reward—shouldn't we discuss it?"

"Hmm, I think that [Tear of Reincarnation Crystal] is quite good."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian was both amused and exasperated.

"There is only one Reincarnation Tear Crystal. It is a top-secret research sample, and its properties are so special that it cannot be cut. Therefore, it cannot be used as a reward for the time being."

"Okay, we can keep a record of your achievements for now, and Grandpa will apply for it for you when the opportunity arises!"

"Okay, put it in the account first."

Xia Xinghan knew when to stop and nodded decisively.

He also knew that Elder Qian was not just making empty promises. After all, he had already given him half of the Primordial Qi Wood Core, which was also one of the top three of the Ten Great Immortal Treasures.

"Shall I go over there now for a divination?"

"Go directly to the third basement level, to the Bing character ancient script research room."

The holographic projection flashed with a "whoosh," and the communication was disconnected.

The base has three "underground" levels.

In a research room filled with a rustic and profound atmosphere, the air is permeated with the aroma of aged bones and horns mixed with some kind of exotic spice.

The lights were deliberately dimmed.

On a huge stone platform in the center, there is a dark velvet cloth, on which are scattered tortoise shells and animal bones of various sizes, covered with ancient cracks and burn marks. Each piece is engraved with oracle bone characters of different shapes, mysterious and desolate.

An old woman with a hunched back, dressed in coarse linen clothes, was sitting quietly on a chair next to the stone platform.

Her hair was sparse and gray, and her face was covered with deep wrinkles, like cracks in parched earth. Her hands were withered and thin, with large knuckles, but her eyes were exceptionally clear and bright, without any trace of the cloudiness of old age, as if they could see through the fog of time.

She is the one who holds the artifacts on the oracle bones from Yin Ruins, and is known as "Witch Granny".

Like Guo Lao, he is also a "homebody". If he doesn't have a mission, he can basically stay in the base for hundreds of days without going out.

"jingle"

The bell tied to the door rang.

When Qian Lao and Xia Xinghan entered, the witch merely raised her eyelids slightly.

"Witch, please cast another divination to ascertain the fortune of this child's journey," said Old Qian, handing over a pine nut symbolizing resurrection.

The old witch took the pine nuts, but did not eat them immediately. Instead, she held them with her withered fingers, carefully sensing the immense vitality within them. A glimmer of light flashed in her bright eyes, and she spoke in a hoarse voice: "Wudang's life-giving treasure—a good thing."

"However, it does take some effort to have this old lady do the divination."

The witch put the pine nuts in her mouth, chewed and swallowed them.

A moment later, her aged face regained a baby-like rosy complexion, and her previously listless demeanor was greatly lifted.

"Tell me your name."

The witch picked up the oracle bone that was closest to her.

"Xia Xinghan," Xia Xinghan replied.

"Oh, Xia Xinghan—what, your name is Xia Xinghan!?"

The witch was taken aback. She jumped up, grabbed the edge of the stone table with both hands, and stared intently at Xia Xinghan.

"Hehehe—hahahaha—"

"It turns out that the legendary, mysterious, and powerful Martial Ancestor was actually just a callow child. Unbelievable, truly unbelievable."

Even a shut-in like the witch had heard of the Martial Ancestor's great name.

However, she quickly calmed down and sat back down in her chair.

"Martial Ancestor, heh~ He is blessed by Heaven and Earth, and his fortune is flourishing. For such a great figure as the divination master, one Rejuvenating Pine Nut is probably not enough."

"A single fire could burn away most of my life!"

Seeing this, Xia Xinghan took out three Rejuvenating Pine Nuts from his pocket and placed them on the stone table: "Grandma, please continue with your divination. Pine nuts are plentiful."

The witch's eyes lit up, and her laughter was as sharp and piercing as a night owl's: "Good grandson, no, I mean, Martial Ancestor, hehehehe:"

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Immediately.

She glared at Old Qian and said disdainfully, "Old Qian, a dignified base leader, you're so stingy, you're not even as generous as a child."

Professor Qian: "?!"

How can these be the same?

A horse won't get fat without night grass, and a person won't get rich without unexpected wealth.

Half a month ago, Xia Xinghan swept through famous mountains and clans, becoming rich overnight. The spiritual fruits and rare treasures he possessed were comparable to the national treasury.

What can he compare to someone who only gets a fixed quota?

The tea in the thermos was a gift from Xia Xinghan!

"Three pine nuts, and my life is saved."

The witch stretched out her right index finger, put it in her mouth, and bit down hard.

A cut appeared at the fingertip, and a bead of bright red blood seeped out.

She seemed oblivious to the pain, her expression solemn and dignified. Using her fingers as a pen and blood as ink, she began to write on the oldest and most cracked dark brown tortoise shell in front of her.

She did not write in modern script, but in ancient symbols that were twisted like insects and birds, full of primitive charm.

Oracle bone script!

As she wrote, the natural cracks on the tortoise shell glowed faintly, resonating with the oracle bone script she wrote in blood.

"What is it?"

The witch asked without looking up.

"Ask him about his fate after exploring the mysterious vortex in the Taihang Mountains. Is he likely to return safely?" Old Qian asked in a deep voice.

"it is good."

The last blood-red oracle bone character was written.

The witch took a deep breath and placed her withered hands lightly on top of the tortoise shell from the Yin Ruins.

Immediately afterwards, the witch sacrificed her life, using the life force as fuel to burn the tortoise shells from the Yin Ruins.

In the blink of an eye, the ancient tortoise shell and the three characters "Xia Xinghan" in oracle bone script suddenly shone brightly. The witch statue was instantly drained by the relics, and her already hunched figure appeared even older, the wrinkles on her face deepened, her gray hair and withered eyes turned white, and her once clear eyes became cloudy.

Just as the witch had predicted, it was extremely difficult to divine the fate of the Martial Ancestor!

But she was incredibly focused, with an almost fanatical devotion, watching intently as the tortoise shell changed.

"Crackling"

The tortoise shell emitted a faint sound as it burned under the invisible flame of life.

The oracle bone script on the surface of the seal is like a resurrection, wandering along the ancient cracks, constantly changing and recombining.

Time ticked by, and the lab was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Finally, as the witch's face turned deathly pale and she had already ate a pine nut to replenish her depleted life force, a crisp cracking sound rang out!

"Click"

The ancient tortoise shell suddenly shattered, breaking into pieces that scattered across the velvet.

(Oracle bones from Yin Ruins)