Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 928 Assistance Ten Years Later (Part 1)

With the completion of the ascent ceremony, Xia Shou and Shangguan Yan awoke.

Shangguan Yan got up, walked to the door, unlocked it, and patted Jiang Wengao, who had been waiting outside, on the shoulder: "Come in."

"Oh."

Jiang Wengao snapped out of his daze, followed Xia Shou into the room, and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Minister, what should I do next?"

"You don't need to do anything." Shangguan Yan pressed Jiang Wengao into a chair and looked up at Xia Shou.

Xia Shou nodded and activated [The Withered Eyes of the Story Centipede].

The withered eyeball in his hand suddenly swelled up, as if it had possessed a fleeting life force for a moment, and an indescribable aura spread out.

Xia Shou couldn't describe that aura; perhaps it should be described as a mental illusion. In the instant he was affected by that aura, he seemed to be filled with imagination, and suddenly thought of many possible things. But this strange feeling quickly disappeared.

The measuring rod, which had just risen back up, descended again. However, this descent after the ascent did not have any obvious effect on Xia Shou. Perhaps it was because he had gained these distances by rising, or perhaps he had already adapted to the water pressure at 1800 meters and would not have to bear the cost of returning to this depth.

Regardless of the underlying reasons, this time he did not experience any physical abnormalities due to the sinking.

And Jiang Wengao, who was sitting in front of him, was instantly replaced. A seemingly young, shirtless, tattooed Jiang Wengao sat in the seat that Jiang Wengao used to sit in.

The moment Jiang Wengao appeared in this interrogation room ten years later, his first expression was blank, as if he had no idea what had happened.

But then his chest began to heave violently, and his body began to tremble slightly.

Jiang Wengao stiffly turned his head to look at Xia Shou in front of him, then at Shangguan Yan, his lips twitching slightly upwards, his wide eyes filled with a violent, explosive emotion.

"Ha...haha! I knew it! I knew it!!" Jiang Wengao shouted loudly, his face beaming with joy, his eyes brimming with tears as if they had been scalded by onions.

Xia Shou and Shangguan Yan stood in front of him without urging him, because they knew the effects of the blindness and were well aware that Jiang Wengao now understood what he should do.

Even though Xia Shou felt that Xiao Gao's speaking time was a waste, he still didn't say anything to remind him. He could guess what Xiao Gao had endured in the past ten years.

Ten years have passed.

ten years.

He was someone who spent ten years preparing for these ten minutes, and no one knew better than him how to use this time.

"Ten years..." Jiang Wengao gave a bitter smile, but raised his hands.

Several sparks shot from his palm, splattering onto the walls around the interrogation room. The flames danced across the walls like welding torches, rapidly burning out tiny, precise characters.

This is a superpower technique that he has practiced countless times over the past ten years. Burning the word "char" with flames is more than ten times faster than speaking it, and it can also leave a tangible mark!
"Brother Shou, Minister, it's been a long time." Jiang Wengao said with a complicated expression. "It's okay. I'll write down the most important things. I won't make any mistakes even if I multitask. I've practiced it many times."

So, is there anything you want to ask me?

Will Sprite launch a counterattack?

"Yes, Sprite will break out of the time loop. He will come up very quickly, and you won't have time to stop him in the Blood Dynasty. In the end, the war will start in the present world, and you will die."

Before you died, you told me the secret of your missing eye: your shadow would go berserk, turning all the cities near Moonburn Village into anomalous domains. Even during the later reconstruction, cleaning up this mess cost many lives. Of course, none of this has happened yet.

"Is there any way to stop Sprite?" Summer Guardian asked. "Could I just go and garrison the 16th century?"

“I don’t know if this is okay, but I’ve already written about Sprite on the wall.”

I feel I must write down everything I need to say, but the most important thing is the former perpetual calendar, which is the name of the person who became the proxy.

We never knew how the former perpetual calendar became the agent, but I have investigated it all and will write it all down.

There's also the prophecy of Salo, who said that the person who would save the world fifty years from now is me, but don't ask me about this time, because I can't say anything.

The method to kill the Heart of the Rending King is also through the eyes of the Story Centipede. By replacing Su Jie's appearance ten years in the future with the eyes of the Story Centipede, the Heart of the Rending King can be killed. At that time, her power, combined with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, would be enough to destroy the Heart of the Rending King.

Of course I'll write all of this down. Let's... let's talk about something else.

Jiang Wengao looked somewhat embarrassed. He knew that these precious ten minutes should be used entirely for the most crucial information exchange in order to maximize the benefits.

It was precisely because he understood this that he diligently practiced the technique of "fire welding" on the wall with flames, constantly summarizing and condensing intelligence, memorizing all the most important intelligence, and branding it into his brain like a branding iron.

He mentally enumerated all the unexpected events that might occur in his timeline, imagined every possible countermeasure, and preserved them all with flames.

Moreover... not only this time, but also everything that might happen after this incident, he wanted to record.

The amount of information was so vast that even with his utmost effort to maximize his information transmission capabilities, he was unable to fully describe the intelligence he wanted to convey.

He considered using Morse code to communicate, but the inability to write in a continuous manner required manipulating the flames to jump, which increased the difficulty of writing. Furthermore, the precision of his manipulation of the "Abnormal Burning Fire" would gradually decrease with continued high-precision use, eventually making it difficult to express himself accurately.

Overall, it is easier for him to convey his thoughts in Chinese. As his native language, Chinese makes it easier to express the symbolic meaning of some irrational statements.

Even so, ten minutes... is still too short.

While speaking can convey some information, it's just a drop in the ocean compared to what he writes on the wall—what he can say in ten minutes.

Perhaps out of personal motives, he wanted to talk about himself.

He wanted to talk about how he had spent the past ten years and what he had done.

He wanted to hear whether they thought what he was doing was right or wrong.

He wanted to hear their praise or criticism.

He wanted to complain, to complain about why Xia Shou had to tell him this secret at the last minute, and he wanted Xia Shou to apologize for all the loneliness, guilt, pain, and confusion he had endured for the past ten years.

He knew it was being willful, but didn't he deserve to be willful?

Ten years—do they even know how they've spent those ten years?
This ten-minute venting was utterly insignificant compared to the intelligence he had brought.

Having accomplished this arduous mission, shouldn't this possibility, which will soon cease to exist, deserve even a small reward?
The emotions in his heart burned like a fierce flame, scorching his soul.

Jiang Wengao opened his mouth, gave a bitter smile, and said, "Never mind, let's get down to business."

(End of this chapter)