The most important question now is how to get back.
Shi An asked for the Mu's manual that was swallowed in his stomach from the black smoke, and began to search carefully.
It is a pity that although there is a lot of information related to dragons, it rarely mentions the abyss, and the information related to the abyss dragon is even rarer.
This is understandable.
After all, Shi'an was the last abyssal dragon in the world, and spent a lot of time sleeping. Of course, human beings had no chance to come into contact with the abyssal dragon.
After trying several of the spells and magic circles but to no avail, Shi An finally gave up reading this book.
So he changed his mind.
Shi'an ordered those Abyssal species to stop searching for treasures and began to search for ancient books in various abysses.
After all, the abyss and the mainland were one body before. The powerful fantasy species can shuttle between the abyss and the continent at will. Although the ordinary paper will be corroded and dissolved in the abyss, the books written by the fantasy species can be very complete. Preserved.
There may be important clues in these ancient books.
After giving the order, Shi'an began to organize his belongings.
Although he decided to return to the mainland, it didn't mean that he was prepared to leave behind the treasures that were scouted from the abyss.
However, since returning to the abyss, Shi'an's wealth has greatly increased.
Fortunately, the size of this magic power expansion bag is closely related to the magic power of the binding person. Although there are many, even with the help of three monsters, it still takes a long time to put all of them in the magic power expansion bag.
And the actual meaning of the so-called "help"...
It is the three monsters that are responsible for the labor, and Shi An is responsible for supervising the work.
He watched as all the shining and dazzling treasures were properly put into a small bag that could be carried with him, squinted lazily, and yawned.
"Big, my lord, everything is installed."
The worm reported panting.
The room that was full of dangdang suddenly became empty.
"very good."
Shi An stood up and stretched.
He flexed his muscles, then took the bag lightly, and said, "Go down and take a look."
As soon as he arrived in the hall, Shi An was taken aback by the sight in front of him.
The precious ancient books of various materials left over from the ancient times were piled up in the hall as if they were free of money, and even the dark stone chairs were blocked by the high mountain of books.
The books that couldn't be piled smashed to the ground, almost covering the ground.
Shi An: "..."
He turned his head and glanced at the way he had just come down with some doubts: "...Did we take that long?"
Obviously that order has just been issued, right...
Why did you find so many back so quickly
The demon worm flapped its wings and flew onto one of the books and fell down, taking back the puppet worm it had placed here.
As the puppet insect disappeared, the expression on its face gradually became more subtle.
Shi An: "What's wrong?"
"No... nothing."
The devil showed a complex expression that is indescribable: "It's just..."
Shi An: "?"
"It's... Under your authority, the work enthusiasm of the abyss species has been mobilized."
The devil said dryly.
To be precise, when I heard that Shi'an was looking for a way to leave the abyss, the abyss species wept with joy, full of courage and motivation to continue working.
In a nutshell—
Ancestor, please, hurry up!
Go to the scourge of the mainland!
After removing the black robe man's jaw, Wen Yao let out a long sigh of relief.
She quickly regained her emotional state, used magic to remove the blood stains from her clothes, and turned back into the meticulous and serious adjutant.
With such a convincing face, Wen Yao dealt with the administration, making the chief think that the mercenary had taken the black-robed man away, and then notified the mercenary administration bureau to detain the black-robed man with a strong posture.
After doing all this, Wen Yao turned to look at his prisoner.
The black robe man's expression was gloomy, and he stared at Wen Yao not far away with the only eye that could see things. The shabby black robe on his body became even more dilapidated, and the dusty cracks faintly saw black and blue swelling. Limbs.
Wen Yao retracted her gaze and closed her eyes vigorously.
The blood that had previously maintained the action slowly cooled down, and now she felt the wound on her arm, which was suddenly painful with her heartbeat.
Wen Yao didn't want to think about the possible consequences of his extraordinary behavior.
After all... She has more important things to do.
Wen Yao forced herself to calm down and start thinking from the beginning.
If the information on the mercenary side is correct, then the ceremony should have been completed by now.
Shi An...
It should have been sent back to the abyss.
At the moment when he thought of this name, Wen Yao blinked, feeling a subtle emotion over her heart.
But in the next second, she immediately drew back her thoughts that were about to drift away.
This is not the time to think about this.
The most important thing is to take action.
Zhuo Fu lay on the bed at home, staring at the ceiling fixedly.
I don't know why, starting this afternoon, he feels a little restless.
After all, having been the head of the research institute for so many years, Zhuo Fu could vaguely feel that the administration seemed to be preparing something, but he was excluded from the plan, which made Zhuo Fu very uneasy.
He took a deep breath and tried to convince himself that he was just thinking too much.
At this moment, the knock on the door rang quickly, like a drum beat for life, causing Zhuo Fu's heart to stop suddenly.
He jumped up and turned on the surveillance screen with trepidation.
It turned out to be Wen Yao.
Zhuo Fu let out a sigh of relief: "What are you doing, scared me to death—"
As he spoke, he opened the door.
In the next second, Zhuo Fu's remaining words got stuck in his throat.
He stared blankly at Wen Yao, pulling in a man in a black robe with ragged clothes and clinking chains.
Hearing a "clam", the door closed.
Zhuo Fu was then exchanged for his sanity.
He took a breath: "Wait... Wait, this is..."
Wen Yao didn't wait for Zhuo Fu to finish speaking, so he walked forward quickly, covering his palm with magic power, and slammed hard at the monitor.
There was a crackle, and the fire was blazing.
Zhuo Fu was anxious: "What are you doing? Isn't your own family bad enough?"
Wen Yao glanced at him and calmly said:
"If you come to investigate in the future, tell them that I forcibly broke in."
At this time, Zhuo Fu finally realized the seriousness of the matter.
His expression became solemn a little bit: "What happened?"
In the next ten minutes, Wen Yao explained everything together.
Zhuo Dumu sat on the chair in a daze.
Wen Yao turned his head against the guest and kindly poured him a glass of warm water from the kitchen.
Zhuo Fu held the hot water cup and slowly turned his head to look at the black robe man aside: "So he is..."
Wen Yao nodded: "Yes."
Zhuo Fu: "..."
After coming home from get off work, I found that my friend had suddenly robbed a felon and got home, and told myself that once things were revealed, she would also become a felon.
This kind of thing happens to anyone, it will be difficult to calm down.
Zhuo Fu raised his hand and wiped his face.
Although his voice is still a bit weak, at least he finally calmed down: "So now Shi'an... has been sent back to the abyss?"
Wen Yao turned his head and glanced at the man in black robe, then nodded: "Yeah."
"... That's over." Zhuo Fu showed an expression of impossibility.
Wen Yao was startled: "What do you mean?"
"I have known Mu Heng for too many years, and my family has known his family for too many years..."
Zhuo Fu buried his face in his palm, and his voice came from his palm dullly: "You don't understand the extent of the Mu family's obsession and obsession with dragons..."
Wen Yao frowned: "I know."
"No, you don't know."
Zhuo Fu raised his eyes and categorically said, "All their surnamed Mu are lunatics, and the stronger they are, the mader they are!"
"It's just... Mu Heng is different from his ancestors."
Zhuo Fu slowly said:
"The other Mu family are addicted to slaying dragons, and what he is addicted to is..."
Following Zhuo Fu's narration, Wen Yao slowly widened her eyes.
She remembered—Mu Heng was unafraid of being intimacy with the teenager when she went to the Ross District. Even after the dragon’s identity was revealed, Mu Heng was still "sympathetic" even after he was hunted for thousands of miles, and...
A fragment of memory flashed before my eyes.
On that sunny afternoon, the other party was holding the silver-white little dragon in his arms, covering his back with his palms, showing an almost possessive posture.
She took a breath: "—Rilong."
Zhuo Fu: "..."
The corners of his mouth twitched:
"Actually, what I'm going to talk about is falling in love with the dragon, but according to what you say now, it's okay."
"Imagine if you were a person who was pathologically paranoid about your lover and suddenly found out that he was sent to a place you can no longer reach, what would you do?"
Wen Yao didn't even think about it: "Of course I took him back—"
She got stuck.
Wen Yao took a deep breath: "Wait, don't you mean..."
Zhuo Fu: "Shi'an made a deal with humans and will deal with all the cracks before the blood moon. According to calculations, the next blood moon will be four thousand years later, so this is their only chance.
According to my observations, most of those gaps have now been dealt with. If they continue at this speed, the seal between the abyss and the continent cannot be broken unless they get a powerful helper. "
Wen Yao: "..."
She now understands why this black-robed man wants to help them.
However, as a normal person, Wen Yao is still a little unbelievable.
She shook her head and said:
"Although you said that, I believe that Chief Mu knows the consequences that may result from doing this. As a member of the Administration, he should not—"
Just halfway through what Wen Yao said, she was interrupted by the ticking sound of the communicator.
Zhuo Fu turned on the communicator, and an emergency notification appeared on the screen.
Apparently, someone broke into the home of the director of the administration five minutes ago and razed the entire building to the ground.
A blurry video of just tens of seconds is attached to the back.
They saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of the raging fire, which ignited the darkness, illuminating each other's long silver hair and cold blue eyes.
The man retracted his gaze, the blade in his palm disappeared, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.
The video is over.
The whole room fell into a dead silence.
Zhuo Fu turned his head to look at Wen Yao.
"..."
Wen Yao was silent for a while: "When I didn't say it."
The author has something to say: Wen Yao: I don’t believe it, the chief can’t be so crazy—
Five minutes later
Wen Yao: ... I believe it