How can there be a book without a script?

Because he still needed to test the effect of pure blood on the chip, Chen Yiran contacted Wen Lang for Shi Yiling while he was in a coma.

Wen Lang has been very busy recently, Shi Yiling thought he would find a pure blood to send over for him to experiment, but he didn't expect him to come over in person.

"You... aren't afraid of being exposed?" When Yiling saw Wen Lang standing beside his bed expressionlessly, he really wanted to see if there were any assassins following him.

Wen Lang's status determines that he attracts attention wherever he goes, so Wen Lang has basically never set foot in this place over the years.

"I'm not stupid enough for people to find out my whereabouts." Wen Lang looked at Shi Yiling, "I heard that you fainted from excitement."

Although Wen Lang has a dead face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, Shi Yiling clearly saw contempt on his face.

"Chen Yiran would never say that I fainted from excitement, you made it up yourself, right?" Shi Yiling said contemptuously, "I'm not excited at all, I just lack of sleep!"

"You can say whatever you want." Wen Lang stretched out his palm towards Shi Yiling, "Don't you want to experiment with pure blood? Give me the chip."

"Do you think that a chip can be used by anyone? I made Chen Yiran's one according to his body lines." Shi Yiling got off the bed, and when he woke up, he found that he was not as serious as he imagined.

"Then how long do I have to wait?" Wen Lang frowned, "I don't have so much time to stay here."

Shi Yiling squeezed Wen Lang's index finger, felt the distribution of metal elements in his body, and then let go: "One night."

"Oh?"

"Your texture is not complicated, I should be able to make it tonight."

Shi Yiling said that he was about to stand up and leave, but was stopped by Wen Lang: "Although I am in a hurry, I am not in such a hurry that I want you to stay up all night to catch up with work. I need the most perfect chip, so I want you to be fully awake tomorrow Make it out."

Shi Yiling wasn't going to compete with him on this kind of matter, since Wen Lang said he wasn't in such a hurry

When Shi Yiling returned to the alchemy room the next day, he saw Wen Lang standing in the room looking at the blueprints hanging on the wall.

"These are different chip circuits designed for different body textures." Shi Yiling stood behind him and explained.

Wen Lang probably looked too seriously, and didn't even notice that Shi Yiling was standing behind him. It wasn't until Shi Yiling made a sound that he turned his head as if slightly frightened.

"What's wrong?" Shi Yiling raised his eyebrows, "Are you shocked by my wonderful design?"

"I can't say I was shocked, but I just found it very curious." Wen Lang turned sideways and walked to the desk beside him, and took out a book casually in his hand: "I used to scan the books you brought out in the library, but I didn't read them. Have you seen the patterns similar to these drawings on the wall... did you create this yourself?"

Shi Yiling raised his eyebrows. He couldn't tell Wen Lang that this was a reference to what he had learned in college and work, so he had to say cheekily: "Yes, it's my own creation."

"Very well, you are much smarter than I thought." Wen Lang sat down on the square wooden chair next to the desk, "Then let's start, make a chip that belongs to me."

"You'd better not think that this is really exclusive to you. Anyone with similar texture to you can use this chip, but probably not you who can use it smoothly." Shi Yiling put on a full set of self-made work clothes, with his face And the skin on his hands gradually revealed a black metallic luster, and he made a metal mask and gloves directly from his body.

Finally, Shi Yiling took down the seventh drawing from the right in the second row and the second drawing from the right in the ninth row on the wall, and returned to the alchemy table.

In the next seven or eight hours, Wen Lang saw that Shi Ling kept taking out thin, invisible metal bodies from his fingers and putting them on the alchemy table without raising his head.Because of Shi Yiling's unique talents, he always made everything directly in his body, but he used an alchemy table to make this chip. After many failures, he realized that he might need some help from the outside world.

In addition to things like the alchemy platform, there are also capable people.

"Is it my turn?" The door of the house was opened, and the white light shone through the door, illuminating the warm yellow house.

Chen Yiran walked in from the door, and after thinking about it, he closed the door.

"En." Shi Yiling raised his head while speaking, and the black mask on his face gradually faded, revealing a fair complexion.He took two steps back, vacating the seat on the alchemy table.

Chen Yiran stood where Shi Yiling was just now, and lowered his head to look carefully at the chip in the first shape: "Is this a combination of No. 22 and No. 79?"

"No. 22 and No. 77." Shi Yiling moved his sore neck and saw that his wooden chair was occupied, so he sat down among a pile of books and said, "Oh, I'm so exhausted. He, you try to make it a little thinner when making silicon rods."

"Okay, I'll try my best." After Chen Yiran answered, he didn't say anything. Although he was a monk halfway through and relied on Shi Yiling's teaching all the way, but fortunately, he had a good talent. In the past two years, he finally learned how to process it.

A few more hours passed, and when the sky was getting dark, Chen Yiran finally stood up, picked up the chip he had just made, and handed it to Shi Yiling who didn't know what book he was studying.

"Master Yiling, what do you think?"

Shi Yiling brought the chip over. He was mostly in charge of chip design back then, but he also watched many finished chips.

Although this thing is called a chip by him, there are many gaps between it and the chips he designed before.

The thing in his hand still reveals a light blue light under the warm yellow light, and if you look closely, you can find some energy flowing inside.

"Okay, the thing is fine." Shi Yiling handed the chip to Wen Lang who had been silent at the side: "Try to absorb this thing into your body as I said, and see if you feel anything."

Wen Lang squeezed the thing, followed Shi Yiling's words to activate the ability tentatively, and then watched the chip on his fingertips melt into his skin like water.

After a while, Wen Lang opened his eyes.

"Now I can be sure that your guess is correct." Wen Lang said abruptly, "Your chip is useful even for pure blood."

Shi Yiling stood up, looked around for a week and found nothing unusual.

"But what is the supernatural power you have been inspired by? You are not lying to me, are you?"

Before he finished speaking, Shi Yiling heard someone knocking at the door.

"Wait a minute, don't panic to show, I'll see who's here."

When Shi Yiling walked to the door, he figured that Chen Ting might be bored and come over to play again.There were only a few people in the village, and he opened the door without asking much.

Then the whole person froze on the spot.

"Do you still think I'm lying to you?" The man at the door said with a straight face, it was clearly Wen Lang who was talking to him in the room just now.

Shi Yiling suddenly turned his head to look at the place where Wen Lang was sitting in the room, and saw that Wen Lang was still sitting on the wooden chair.

At the same time, "Wen Lang" at the door walked into the room and stood next to Wen Lang in the room. Two identical people stood opposite Shi Yiling and said in unison: "This is my ability."

As soon as the words fell, "Wen Lang" disappeared suddenly in a flash.

"But I can't control it very well yet." Wen Lang didn't look excited about the new ability suddenly, he stood up indifferently: "Since pure blood can also be used, then you can almost get up and leave."

"You want to be with me?" Shi Yiling frowned, Wen Lang was always being noticed wherever he went, and he didn't want to reveal the news that he was still alive so soon.

"I haven't revealed my plan to get acquainted with you, and you'd better go back to the world to figure out the current situation." Wen Lang walked to the door, "See you later."

Shi Yiling waited for Wen Lang to walk away before finally complaining, "It's as if this is not the world."

"I can understand what he means. Compared with the bloody wind and rain in the outside world, this place is indeed as peaceful as a fairyland on earth."

"But doesn't he wish that the world would be as chaotic as possible? He is the one who wants to make history." Shi Yiling still remembers what he said when he first met Wen Lang.

Shi Yiling is one step ahead of Chen Yiran. Firstly, Chen Yiran still wants to be proficient in making chips. Secondly, he disappears for nearly a month every year. Now it is less than half a month since he came here. It is too early to go back. Afraid of being suspicious.

Shi Yiling bid farewell to the people in the village one by one, and when he arrived at the village entrance, he went to Uncle Chen's house and had a last bowl of rough tea, which finally made Chen Ting stop crying.

He stood at the entrance of the village and looked back one last time. Among the many people who came to see him off, Jin Han was the only one who did not appear.

To be exact, after Shi Yiling finished that sentence that day, he never saw Jin Han again.

He knew what he said was too hurtful, but he had no choice.

Shi Yiling turned around and walked slowly away from the village.

After walking out from here, what awaits him is a stormy future, and he knows this better than anyone else.

In the sparsely populated area, Shi Yiling could use the aircraft to drive at high speed without any scruples. After walking for a few days, the crowd gradually increased, so Shi Yiling had to obediently get down and walk.

Fortunately, after a short walk, I bought a pony from a farmer for transporting goods, so I don't need to walk on my own two legs.

On this day, when Shi Yiling walked into a small town, he found that the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry and looked serious.

"What happened?" Shi Yiling murmured to himself, and when another person passed by him, he hurriedly stopped that person.

"This girl, my younger brother is a tea merchant from the countryside. When I first arrived here, I found that everyone seemed...a little busy?"

Shi Yiling couldn't wrap himself tightly like Ding Kong, because it was hot, and it was too eye-catching.Moreover, not many people had actually met Shi Yiling, so he simply made himself easier.But those eye-catching peach blossom eyes are not easy to disguise, so Shi Yiling keeps his head down most of the time.

At this time, he has something to ask for, and it is impossible not to look at that person.Fortunately, when he smiled, he felt very friendly, and the girl who was stopped by him took a step back warily.After seeing Shi Yiling's eyes, her psychological defense disappeared a lot, and she smiled back at him: "Little brother, it's too dangerous for you to come here alone, haven't you heard of it? The organization 'Chaos' composed of mixed blood An important person from here has come to our place, and I don't know what he is going to do, I heard that the people sent by Wangcheng are coming soon, and this place will soon become a battlefield, you better leave quickly, you know?"

Shi Yiling's heart moved, and he asked again: "It's the first time I've been so close to this organization, girl, can I ask if you know who the people from 'Chaos' are?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard that the leader is dressed in black all day long, and seems to be very indifferent to everyone."

"Really……"

"Yes, scary, right? These people are really scary..." The girl said with lingering fear, "You should also leave quickly, they are all murderers without blinking an eye, and it will be really bad luck if they are affected by then."

After finishing speaking, the girl left quickly, leaving Shi Yiling standing in the same place thoughtfully.

"Chaos, black clothes, indifference, leader..." Shi Yiling blinked, "Why did we meet so quickly?"

He spoke complainingly, but he couldn't hear the slightest bit of displeasure, on the contrary, the tone of his voice rose slightly.