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"If it's your guess, it should be some kind of psychological mapping, and if I'm right, it might be a scene deep in the 'spiritual corridor'..."

Having said that, Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and looked at his watch:

"Time is running out. Let's search for other clues. There is nothing to discuss here air-to-air."

Shang Jian Yao deeply agreed, put on the mask again, and took off the flashlight from the armed belt.

The yellowish beam of light quickly shot into the black coffin, causing the shadows to recede and reveal more details.

Holding the gun in one hand, Jiang Baimian bent down, and with the light of the flashlight, he checked the sleeping "God" named Yan Hu from top to bottom.

As her eyes moved down inch by inch, she suddenly noticed that a few nails on the mummy's right hand were broken and stained dark red.

"Injured?" Jiang Baimian's heart skipped a beat, and he signaled Shang Jianyao to focus the light of the flashlight on the inner panel of the coffin next to the right hand of the "mummy".

As the light ruled the area, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao saw the scratches at the same time.

Some of these scratches are normal, some are intermittent, and some are stained with dark red marks.

"Is this made by his fingers after he fell asleep? He can still move his fingers occasionally, in the early days?" Jiang Baimian couldn't understand what those scratches meant for a while, because they might have been made several times. not fully assembled.

She no longer held the gun and let it hang on her body, then took out a pen and paper from her pocket, moved the scratches to the paper one by one according to the layout on the inner board of the coffin, and actively shortened the distance between them. distance.

After the engraving was completed, Jiang Baimian finally recognized what these scratches were.

They are four clay scripts:

"new world"

"A new world?" Jiang Baimian had no idea that after the "God" Yan Hu fell asleep, the reminder left by exhausting his strength was such a phrase.

Shang Jian Yao suddenly realized:

"He's trapped in the New World!"

"Is this too simple? Besides, what does the new world represent and where is it?" Jiang Baimian did not blindly deny Shang Jianyao's guess, but only asked more questions.

"I don't know." Shang Jian Yao was quite honest.

Jiang Baimian turned his wrist and looked at his watch again:

"Go back and discuss it, continue."

She and Shang Jianyao quickly checked the situation inside the coffin, but found no more clues.

They seized the last time and quickly passed the left and right corridors of the temple. As a result, there was almost no dust to be seen here.

"It's almost time to quit." After returning to the place where the coffin was parked, Jiang Baimian made a rational decision.

Shang Jianyao seemed a little bit reluctant, but he still chose to obey the team leader's order.

Jiang Baimian took one last look at Yan Hu who was sleeping in the coffin, his eyes swept over his closed eyes, skinny face, and slightly yellowed white linen clothes, and fell on the branch bracelet on his right wrist.

Jiang Baimian guessed that this should also be an item that can produce miraculous effects, but the last mutation of the murloc awakener made her dare not try it rashly.

The ghost knows if the things left by Yan Hu have similar backdoors or "viruses"!

"Huh..." She exhaled, suppressing the greed in her heart, turned around, and walked outside the temple without looking back.

It is better to leave this kind of high-risk matter to the vigilant sect personnel who may come later or the company's team that specializes in similar matters.

Seeing that Yao was not in a hurry to follow her, Shang put away the flashlight, took a step diagonally, and lifted the coffin board up with his rubber-gloved hands and covered it.

After finishing this task, he stood in front of the coffin where the sleeping "God" could no longer be seen, and solemnly bowed three times.

Jiang Baimian, who had already decided not to look back, stood in the courtyard, watching this scene speechlessly.

"He's not dead yet..." Jiang Baimian sighed.

"It's warmer this way, and you won't be harassed by bugs." Shang Jianyao gave his reasons, and then he lowered the white curtain at the entrance of the hall.

Jiang Baimian let out a "huh":

"Then you bowed like a ghost?"

"Polite." Shang Jianyao replied truthfully.

After the two walked out of the temple at angles to each other, Shang Jianyao turned around again and closed the dark gate lightly.

"You're so polite." Jiang Baimian commented ambiguously.

She went on to say:

"While there is still time, let's search other houses and see what clues we can find."

It's far better than the nearest one. They opened the door and entered the house directly in the alley outside the temple to do a simple investigation.

It's a pity that this place seems to have been sifted by the murlocs, leaving nothing related to words.

The only thing that can be seen is that there are traces of fighting in many places, with blackened blood stains printed on them.

"It seems that it was really attacked by the 'Mindless', and no one survived in the end..." Jiang Baimian made a judgment based on the information provided by the murloc captives.

When the "unintentional disease" broke out in the town, the remaining humans became the prey of the "unintentional ones".

Due to time constraints, Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian didn't stay for too long, they left the house in the alley and rushed to the place where the bicycles were parked.

When he was approaching the entrance of the alley, Jiang Baimian looked back at the doors that he had deliberately left open, and said thoughtfully:

"Then who closed the door for them?"

The "unintentional person" who hunts and kills at home should not have the instinct to close the door casually.

"Fully automatic." Shang Jianyao replied seriously.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed to the outside of the alley and said happily:

"The bike is still there."

"You really think they will be stolen?" Jiang Baimian lowered his voice and looked sideways at the mountain in the middle of the island in the middle of the lake.

There may still be some "unintentional people" living there, and they might really know how to ride a bicycle.

Without further delay, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao got on their bicycles and left the market town the same way.

At this time, the winter evening has come quietly, and the sky has dimmed a lot.

After riding for a certain distance, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but look back at the market town where the Eye Temple is located.

This town full of the ancient charm of the old world was silent and lifeless in the gradually darkening environment.

For some reason, Jiang Baimian suddenly thought of the evening in Shuiwei Town:

A large number of townspeople returned from the farmland and wild woods in the rear. In the square with many "illegal buildings", they set up stoves and cooked food one after another. Some children after school ran around, chasing each other, and some looked forward to it. Looking at my own stew pot...

……

I don't know how long it took to return to the quiet town, in the alley where the temple is located.

A whistling gust of wind whizzed by, and several open doors closed one after another with a bang.

Chapter 113 A Soldier Without a Fight

The sun has already set in the west, and the two bicycles are dragging their shadows, speeding among the barren farmland and the trees with withered branches and leaves.

While riding, Jiang Baimian suddenly made a gesture to signal Shang Jianyao to slow down.

Then, she rode to the side of the road, parked her bicycle, and picked some soft and slender branches.

"What are you going to make up?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

Jiang Baimian, who didn't wear a mask, showed a malicious smile:

"Prepare to enforce the family law."

Shang Jianyao strongly agrees:

"Yeah, Xiaohong has been a little drifting lately, I have to let him know that the world is difficult."

Jiang Baimian let out a "huh" and pushed those branches to the back seat.

She didn't explain much, turned to the lane:

"Let's go."

When the sky was dyed the same color as fire, the two returned to the pier.

Seeing them returning safely, Long Yuehong wearing the exoskeleton device was relieved:

"How about, what did you find?"

"I have a little harvest, let's talk about it when I go back." Jiang Baimian looked up at the sky, "We have to hurry up, we can't wait for the sky to completely darken."

At that time, it will be difficult to tell the direction on the lake, and the murlocs will be even more elusive.

Although the "Old Tune Team" has two human-shaped radars that can sense the presence of the enemy, this is the era of hot weapons after all. If the murlocs drive a boat and take advantage of the darkness to shoot rockets here at a distance of 200 meters, That's more troublesome.

In addition, Jiang Baimian was not willing to share the rather scary exploration experience in this environment, so as not to affect the state of Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.

Regarding her proposal, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong had no different opinions, because the sun was really setting a little bit.

After Bai Chen put away the bicycle and started the speedboat, Jiang Baimian sat down, took the branches he had picked before, and carefully weaved things.

"Team leader, what are you doing?" Long Yuehong was not lacking in curiosity.

"Enforce the family law." Shang Jianyao deliberately took off the mask so that Long Yuehong could see her sunny smile.

Jiang Baimian then laughed and said:

"It might come in handy later.

"If there is no fight with the murlocs, it's best not to have a fight."

Having said that, she paused and boasted:

"We are big villains, we must learn to subdue others without fighting."

Long Yuehong was confused for a while, and didn't quite understand the relationship between weaving branches and defeating others without fighting.

At this time, Bai Chen, who was in charge of driving the speedboat, said in a low voice:

"It seems that they want to deceive the murlocs."

Perhaps the interference from the wind was not so strong, Jiang Baimian keenly caught this sentence, opened his eyes wide and said:

"How can it be called fraud?

"It's tactical deception."

"What's the difference between the two?" Long Yuehong said subconsciously.

Shang Jianyao helped to make an "explanation":

"The latter statement sounds better."

"Well, you guys are still singing together." Jiang Baimian glanced at them, "It seems that we really have to think about how to enforce the family law!"

While talking and laughing, the speedboat sailed towards Hongshiji along the original route, riding the wind and waves.

Not long after, Jiang Baimian braided a bracelet with half of the twigs.

"So you have never forgotten it." Shang Jianyao suddenly realized.

Jiang Baimian almost bifurcated:

"What a terrible line."

"What do you mean?" Long Yuehong was confused and curious.

Jiang Baimian explained casually:

"We found a branch bracelet in that temple, but we didn't dare to take it."

"Well, things in that kind of place can't be taken casually." Long Yuehong said that it should be like this.

After putting the branch bracelet on his left wrist, Jiang Baimian stretched out his left hand in front of Bai Chen, and gestured:

"How about it, am I ingenious?"

Bai Chen responded calmly:

"Don't stop me from sailing."

She paused and added:

"When I was seven years old, I could weave it better than you."