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"Director Liu, I didn't do it."

Lin Xuan spoke helplessly.

Liu Bo nodded.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of true energy spread from his palm, sweeping across the entire carriage like ripples before quickly disappearing.

The fluctuation was very slight, but Lin Xuan could feel it.

The entire carriage felt as if it were wrapped in an invisible membrane, preventing outside sounds from entering and inside sounds from escaping.

Liu Bo then continued:

"Alright, I've set up an array inside the car, no one can hear me."

"Alright, you can talk now."

Liu Bo leaned back in his seat and lit another cigarette.

Lin Xuan: ...

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to begin.

Saying you didn't do it yourself?

Liu Bo naturally knew this.

Saying you don't know any experts?

Liu Bo simply wouldn't believe it.

After a moment of silence, Lin Xuan was about to speak.

Liu Bo raised his hand to interrupt him:

"I know you may not know this right now, but this was definitely done by the forces behind you. Don't worry, I'll cover for you."

He exhaled a long smoke ring, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

How old am I to have gotten involved in something like this?

Originally, I just wanted to be a peaceful director in Jiangzhou, managing my own little plot of land.

They lived a comfortable life.

Who knew that a rich young master would arrive and cause a whole bunch of trouble?

On one side is the Xia family, an ancient martial arts family with a large and powerful presence, and an important force in a certain lineage in the north. Offending them will not make things easy for you in the future.

Meanwhile...

Forget it, I don't want to.

The Xia family deserves to die!

Who told them to provoke this young master?

"Director Liu..."

Lin Xuan wanted to say something more.

Liu Bo interrupted him, his tone serious:

"Young Master Lin, rest assured, I am firmly on your side. By the way, if you have the chance, please give my regards to Elder Gong."

Mr. Gong?

Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

The "Old Gong" mentioned by Liu Bo should be the person behind Chen Xiaoran.

It seems that he holds a high position in the world of ancient martial arts.

Even a sixth-level expert like Liu Bo has to respectfully address him as "Old Master Gong".

He sighed and nodded:

"understood."

No matter how you explain it now, it's wrong.

He had no choice but to agree, and wait for Chen Xiaoran to come back next time to find out everything.

I'll treat her to a meal to thank her for saving my life last time.

When Liu Bo saw him nod, a smile finally appeared on his face.

He stubbed out his cigarette and analyzed:

"The next time the Xia family comes, it will definitely be a powerful figure in the clan. They will not let this go easily after losing a fifth-level expert and a young member."

He paused, lowering his voice slightly:

"They...will definitely want to use soul-searching on you."

"Soul search?"

Lin Xuan frowned, a bad feeling rising in his heart.

This word doesn't sound like a good thing.

"Um."

Liu Bo nodded and tapped his fingers twice on the steering wheel.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to report this and have it rejected. Consider this compensation for what I did before."

Liu Bo grinned as he spoke.

He revealed a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.

With this display of "loyalty," their previous grudges should have mostly disappeared, right?

Liu Bo was making plans in his mind.

At worst, we can just tell the Xia family!

Who is behind Lin Xuan?

However, the proper pretense still had to be done; Lin Xuan couldn't feel that he was just going through the motions.

"What does this soul-searching mean?"

Lin Xuan steered the conversation back on track.

He's just a paper tiger now, an unexpected opportunist.

His true strength is only at the third level, a far cry from those experts.

There are many things he needs to understand as soon as possible!

Otherwise, if they're exposed one day, they won't even know how they died.

"As the name suggests, it involves searching a person's soul memories. The practitioner can use a certain secret artifact to forcibly enter the other person's consciousness and read all the memories in their brain."

Liu Bo glanced at Lin Xuan, his voice deepening:

"However, this method is extremely harmful to people, and unless someone is extremely vicious, the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance strictly prohibits its use."

"So, what are the consequences?"

Lin Xuan's voice was somewhat strained.

"At best, it can cause mental impairment, intellectual decline, and even an inability to take care of oneself."

Liu Bo paused for a moment.

"In severe cases, it can be fatal; the brain can be completely destroyed, and there's no way to save the patient."

Lin Xuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He imagined that scenario.

My memories were forcibly accessed, and all my privacy and secrets from childhood to adulthood were exposed to others.

Then you'll become an idiot, or just die.

"Therefore, you absolutely must not fall into their hands."

Liu Bo said solemnly.

"That's why I put you in the base; they won't dare to cause trouble here."

Lin Xuan nodded heavily.

A few minutes later, the two returned to the base.

The car stopped downstairs, Liu Bo unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to look at Lin Xuan.

"I need to tell the Xia family about this as soon as possible. The longer I delay, the more suspicious they will become."

Lin Xuan nodded and opened the car door.

He had only gone halfway when Liu Bo suddenly called out to him, "Lin Xuan!"

Lin Xuan turned around.

Liu Bo took a key from his waist and threw it over.

Lin Xuan reached out and caught it; the metal felt cool to the touch.

"The key to the archive."

"Since you seem interested in these things, feel free to look at them anytime. There are some files inside, not many, but they should be useful to you."

"Thank you very much, Director Liu!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's eyes lit up.

Liu Bo waved his hand.

Soon, Lin Xuan entered the base and arrived at the archives at the end of the third floor.

Lin Xuan took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it twice.

Click.

The lock is open.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

It was completely different from the spacious library he had imagined.

This so-called archive is just a small, dark room of two or three square meters.

There were no windows, only a dim yellow light bulb overhead, emitting a faint glow.

The walls were rough cement, and the floor was covered with old wooden floors that creaked when you stepped on them.

He went inside and turned on the light.

A choking cloud of dust hit us.

It's obvious that no one has been here for a long time.

The room contained only a row of bookshelves, which were quite old.

The bookcase is made of dark brown wood with a mottled paint finish and cracks in some places.

Lin Xuan closed the door, walked to the bookshelf, and opened one of the cabinets.

It was completely empty inside.

Ok?

Where's the book?

He opened another one.

It's still empty.

One, two, three, four...

Lin Xuan opened five cabinets in a row, but didn't see a single book.

There was a lot of dust, which made him sneeze twice.

He frowned. Was Director Liu kidding him?

They called it a museum, but it's just an empty room.

But finally, in the cabinet in the last corner, he found several file boxes.

The box was made of dark gray cardboard, with worn and white edges, and covered with a thick layer of dust.

Lin Xuan blew on it, and dust rose up.

Inside were several file folders.

The bags were tied with thin string, and each was stamped with a faded red seal bearing several large characters:

Top Secret Information.

The handwriting is already somewhat blurred.

"Okay... I thought you, Director Liu, were joking with me."

Lin Xuan muttered something under his breath and reached out to take out the file folder.

He sat down on a small stool to the side, the light bulb above his head humming with electricity, the light flickering on and off.

It does have a great atmosphere.

Lin Xuan opened the first file folder and pulled out the top document.

There were several sheets of kraft paper with handwriting in pen on them.

The paper has yellowed, the edges are torn, and the writing has become blurred, with some parts even illegible.

He carefully turned to the first page.

At the very top are four large characters:

A brief description of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.