Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

at the same time.

Hundreds of meters above the ground.

Amidst the deafening roar of the propellers.

A camouflaged armed helicopter is heading towards Mushroom Village.

at this time.

Colonel Wang Dafa, the commander of the garrison, gripped the handrail with one hand and held a high-powered military binoculars in the other, looking towards the small mountain village.

Before they arrived, he was worried that an explosion might have occurred before they even got there.

Seeing that no explosion had occurred and the outcome he least wanted to see had happened, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He raised his binoculars again, shifted his gaze from Mushroom Village, and began to survey the surrounding environment.

This is a professional habit.

As a commander, once you arrive at the scene, you must have a comprehensive understanding of the surrounding terrain and landforms in order to prepare for any possible emergencies.

The camera slowly pans.

It swept past the village's neatly arranged rooftops, past the winding river, and finally settled on the rolling hills in the distance.

The vegetation here is very lush.

However, at this very moment, through the high-definition lens of the telescope, Wang Dafa frowned.

It's the height of summer, but the sun has been scorching these past few days, and it seems like this area hasn't had a proper rain in a long time.

The trees in the mountains and forests, though their leaves were still green, looked listless and droopy.

The bushes and grass under the trees had a withered yellow color.

That color... just looking at it makes me feel irritable.

Wang Dafa reached out and felt the wind blowing in from outside the cabin.

It was very windy, and very hot and dry.

This wind feels like a hot towel on your face, instantly removing moisture from your skin's surface.

"The humidity in this air..."

Wang Dafa's expression turned serious, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's too dry.

This kind of weather is like a powder keg that could be ignited at any moment in the mountains and forests.

He turned to his deputy sitting beside him and asked in a deep voice:

"I remember there have been several mountain tsunamis here in the last two years..."

........................................

On the other side...

Behind Mushroom Village, in a dense pine forest.

The thick layer of pine needles underfoot made a crisp "crunch crunch" sound.

Two forest rangers wearing orange vests were trudging through the forest, their feet sinking into the deep woods.

Old Sun, who was walking in front, was a man in his fifties with dark skin. He was carrying a machete and was clearing away the thorns blocking his way.

Xiao Liu, a young man, was following behind, carrying a heavy wind-powered fire extinguisher and panting heavily.

"Uncle, it's so hot today."

Xiao Liu wiped the sweat from his face; the sweat, mixed with dust, left dark streaks on his skin.

"We've been wandering around for ages, shall we take a break?"

Old Sun stopped and turned around to glare at him:

"What do you mean, 'rest'?"

"Didn't you see how scorching the sun is? The leaves on the ground are as dry as biscuits; they'd crumble at the slightest touch."

Old Sun used his machete to brush aside the withered grass on the ground, his face full of worry:

"This kind of weather is when accidents are most likely to happen."

"You didn't experience that fire a few years ago, so you don't know how fierce it was. The flames leaped up to several stories high, and with the wind at your back, you couldn't outrun them on two legs."

As he spoke, Old Sun sighed and looked up at the tree canopy overhead, which was bleached white by the sun.

He is an old man in this forest and has a deep affection for it.

These past few days, his right eyelid has been twitching, and he's been feeling uneasy about it.

He became even more panicked after hearing that a bomb had been unearthed at the village entrance.

Be careful.

Old Sun instructed:

"Pay special attention to those sheltered ditches and ridges, and those places where sunlight easily gathers."

"Even a shard of glass could set a mountain on fire under this sun."

As they talked, the two carefully inspected the surrounding flammable areas.

They bent down and used their tools to clear away the thick layer of dead branches and leaves piled up under the trees, trying to carve out a few simple firebreaks in this dry powder keg.

however.

The two conscientious forest rangers were unaware of this.

It was in another mountain valley a few kilometers away from them.

A group of five or six people, dressed in brightly colored windbreakers and carrying huge hiking backpacks, were lounging on the ground resting without any regard for their image.

This is a group of hikers who went into the mountains for a spring outing.

They avoided the usual routes in the scenic area, deliberately choosing these untouched, off-the-beaten-path paths, calling it an adventure.

"Oh dear, I'm exhausted."

A fat man threw his backpack on the ground, plopped down on a dry rock, and gasped for breath.

"This lousy mountain doesn't look high, but it's really tough to climb."

A woman wearing sunglasses next to me was touching up her makeup and said irritably:

"I wish I hadn't come. There were only trees along the way, not a single view, and they even scratched my shoes."

The fat man unbuttoned his collar and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

"Have one to refresh yourself."

He took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then passed it around to his companion next to him.

"Hey, big brother."

A slightly younger man next to him hesitated for a moment, then pointed to the faded "No Smoking" sign hanging on a nearby tree:

"Smoking isn't allowed in this woods, is it? Look how dry the grass is..."

"Go! Go! Go."

The fat man waved his hand impatiently, his face full of disdain:

"You don't know anything."

"Those kinds of signs are for rude people. Who are we? We're seasoned backpackers!"

"Besides, I'm only smoking one cigarette. I'll just stomp out the butt after I'm done, what could possibly happen?"

As he spoke, he took out a lighter.

"Smack."

A small, orange flame flickered in the dry, almost smoky air.

The fat man leaned over, took a deep breath, and then inhaled a burst of top-notch air.

The cigarette butt turned bright red instantly.

A wisp of smoke rose up, appearing particularly out of place on this dry afternoon.

........................................

at the same time.

On Mr. Qian's side.

It was still in the same archives room.

Mr. Qian stood in front of a row of tall solid wood bookshelves.

At that moment, he found some information.

This document contains detailed data from a geological exploration conducted in the 1960s.

He hadn't held out much hope to begin with.

After all these years, he has read countless pieces of dubious information like this.

The content of this document is indeed quite standard, with nothing particularly noteworthy.

"Why."

Grandpa Qian sighed and shook his head.

That familiar feeling of disappointment welled up in my heart once again.

"Looks like it's another dead end."

He muttered something to himself.

Perhaps that thing really can't be found anymore.

Perhaps the record showing that there was a missing one was just a clerical error?

Grandpa Qian raised his hand, preparing to put the document back into the shelf marked "viewed".

however.

Just as his wrist tilted and the folder left his palm, at that very instant...

"Splash!"

Due to its age, the folder's cover is somewhat loose.

A neatly folded, slightly yellowed piece of paper suddenly slipped out from the gap in the thick stack of documents.

It was like a withered leaf, drifting and twirling in the air.

then.

It landed lightly at Old Master Qian's feet.

Old Master Qian was stunned for a moment.

He looked down.

The piece of paper was small, only about the size of a palm, with some tears at the edges, and looked like it had been torn from a notebook.

He didn't pay much attention, bent down, and picked up the piece of paper with his somewhat withered fingers.

"What is this?"

Grandpa Qian adjusted his reading glasses and casually unfolded the folded piece of paper.

The paper was brittle and made a slight sound when unfolded.

The above is an extremely rudimentary sketch drawn in pencil.

The lines are crooked and twisted, there is no scale, no coordinate system, and not even a decent place name.

There are only a few curves representing mountains and one wavy line representing a river.

as well as.

In an inconspicuous spot in the valley, a five-pointed star was drawn heavily with red and blue pencils.

Next to that five-pointed star, there was a line of extremely messy small writing.

The handwriting was so faint that it almost blended into the yellowed paper.

Old Master Qian squinted and leaned closer to examine it carefully.

That instant.

The air seemed to quiet down.

Old Master Qian's pupils suddenly contracted, and the hand holding the piece of paper began to tremble violently.

The small print read—

[Jade Shattered - Backup Point No. 09, marked as such.]

Jade shattered!

These two words instantly dispelled the fog in his mind.

That was the code name for that top-secret project back then!

That was the crucial clue he had been searching for half his life, but had never been able to find!

"this......"

Grandpa Qian opened his mouth wide, making a "clucking" sound in his throat, but he was too excited to utter a complete sentence.

He stared at the simple map, at the river, at the shape of the mountain.

........................................

Meanwhile, in Mushroom Village...

At the village entrance, beside the dirt road.

Teacher Huang is still in the same position holding the binoculars.

By this time, his eyes were getting a little sore from looking at it, but as he continued looking, he felt that something was not quite right.