The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 597 The First Era
"Ok?"

Hearing someone call his name, Evan Ackerman instinctively responded.

just.

After the response came out, he froze, because the strange thing that called itself the King of the Arctic was looking at him.

Yes.

In Evan Ackerman's eyes, the exploiter Miel was a traitor, and also a despicable person who would watch the Jesus hell jokes at night.

The Arctic fox who hung out with her, speaking broken English and carrying a pink leather belt, was clearly an extremely eccentric oddball.

"You really dared to answer!"

When Evan Ackerman poked his head out, Mr. Fuli's face showed a shocked expression. He had not expected that Evan would actually dare to answer. Did he not hear him calling his full name just now?
Under Evan's gaze, Master Fuli raised the diamond-encrusted, two-meter-long, pink belt that appeared to be a woman's belt and suddenly swung it out.

The pink leather belt, the moment it was swung from Master Fuli's hand, transformed into countless forms, like a blood-red tornado that struck Evan Ackerman directly.

"Waaaah!"

In an instant, a torrential downpour of whipping rain fell on Evan Ackerman, the crisp sound of the whipping and his work clothes turning into dust.

Evan, whose clothes were completely torn, stood there with his eyes wide open. His originally bronze skin had turned red and was faintly bleeding from the rapid whipping.

"Why."

Evan leaned back, his arms falling freely to his sides, his emerald green eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The people around stared in disbelief at this scene.

what happened?
The Polar King swung his right hand left and right twice, but the crisp sound of the whipping was like a firecracker exploding. It was clear that Evan had been whipped no less than a hundred times.

"Humph!"

Master Fuli retracted his belt, glanced at Evan who had asked why before he fainted, and said disdainfully:

"Why should I explain my actions? If I had to, it would be that the fortune teller told me that my fortune today clashes with the character 'Evan' in my name. You're damn bad luck to me!"

"And you lot, what are you watching for! Dig! If we don't find any remains in half an hour, I'll kill these foreigners!"

Master Fuli swept his gaze across the crowd and glared fiercely at those who were propping their necks up and watching the spectacle like ducks.

"Wow"

The genetically modified individuals, who had been watching from the sidelines, quickly returned to their digging work, focusing intently on the rock strata and digging rapidly deeper.

obviously.

The Arctic fox that called itself the "King of the Arctic" was not an arrogant maniac who proclaimed himself king, but a highly spiritualized magical beast that hijacked the excavation site.

Everyone present has become a hostage!
"Miyl!"

"Write down Evan's name for me. After we finish excavating the site, give him some calcium supplements."

"Don't get your hopes up. If I find any of you slacking off, the men will be sent to the mines to work, and the women will be sent to Miel's brothel!"

"Supervise each other, report on each other, and those who are scabs will receive my reward!"

The alias "King of the Polar Regions," Master Fuli, chuckled strangely and spouted nonsense to scare the foreign devils.

The capitalists and landlords spouted a whole set of jargon, which terrified the foreigners so much that they frantically pounded on the cliff face without stopping.

Biological imagination has its limitations; humans cannot imagine things they have never done.

The Polar King's opening line about selling dragons clearly indicates he's an expert in this field, involved in the slave trade.

The Polar King always does what he says.

Miel: "."

The words spoken by Master Fuli sounded familiar; I had a very strong sense of déjà vu.

…………

Under the threat of a hundred consecutive draws, the excavation of the site proceeded rapidly.

The originally square metal wall gradually became rectangular as the work progressed, revealing the "mental hospital" building hidden in the permafrost.

The complete layout of the "mental hospital" is now revealed.

Entering from the hospital entrance, you first pass through a courtyard flanked by towering metal towers, before entering the main hospital building. The entire complex is rectangular, and the entire hospital is constructed of metal, providing maximum defensive capabilities.

There are no dragon ruins here, but you can see circular buildings everywhere.

The architecture of the First Era ruins is characterized by its grand scale; everything is exceptionally large, and the walls are covered with strange, uneven reliefs.

The reliefs are the script of the First Age. Each relief represents a word with multiple meanings, and deciphering them requires combining them with the context.

Amidst the shouts of the Polar King, the crowd united to erect the prepared load-bearing steel beams, supporting the hollowed-out rock cave and forming a temporary steel frame structure.

"Unos! Come and examine the lock!"

The excavation, which should have been completed between 6:00 and 7:30 in the evening, was completely finished by 4:00 PM thanks to the encouragement of Master Fuli's 100 consecutive draws.

Sitting on a silver tray, Master Fuli called out to Dr. Unos, who was copying and translating the text on the wall relief with Wang Ya.

Unos was taken aback. He looked at Lord Fuli, then at the load-bearing steel pillars. On the steel structure support plate, a row of people stood densely packed together. They tremblingly manifested their spiritual bodies, raised their arms, and held up some of the missing parts of the steel pillars.

Is it stable?

Unos stared blankly at Supervisor Fuli and asked, "Is this level of safety and quality really acceptable?"

Master Fuli waved his hand dismissively and said, "Whether it's stable or not is a matter for later. Shouldn't the most important thing right now be to open the door, find any life forms that might exist inside the ruins, and then suppress them?"

Master Fuli could see the direction of the swirling spiritual particles, and was absolutely certain that there were some strange things inside the ruins that could absorb spiritual particles.

However, it cannot be determined whether it is a living organism or some kind of unidentified object.

"Um"

Unos pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly, as if abandoning some of his previous plans, and said, "No problem, but we need to reach a consensus before we go in."

"If ancient creatures resurrect, retreat must be our top priority. In a way, First Era genetic engineering technology is extremely evil, and I don't want to relive those days of swimming through mountains of flesh."

As Unos stepped forward, he looked at Master Fuli and said something specifically.

Unos participated in the excavation of the First Era ruins twice, but neither time it brought any good results.

One archaeological excavation took place underwater. After spending two months as underwater ghosts on an atoll island, they discovered some strange pink plants growing rapidly in the wind.

In less than half a day, it covered half the island, blocking warships and fighter jets.

Unos swam out of the atoll, and faced with a completely out-of-control situation, the only way to eliminate him was through a nuclear explosion.

The second excavation of the site revealed that it was empty, with everything rotten into a black, muddy substance that smelled terrible.

It's just black mud, which isn't too bad, but you might smell bad for a week or two.

If Unos encounters a fleshy plant, all he thinks about is running, running as far as he can.

He simply couldn't bear the icy sensation of the fleshy tentacles crawling across his skin.

Unos arrived at the gate of the "mental hospital," a completely sealed metal gate about seven meters high.

He raised his arm and pressed it against the metal door, causing the relief on the door to gradually move.

Amidst the clicking and clacking sounds of the mechanisms turning.

The metal door, about 1.4 to 1.5 meters thick, has metal latches and locks inside. As you unlock it layer by layer, the jumbled reliefs on the door gradually arrange themselves into a pattern resembling a city wall.

The red city wall, like the Great Wall, stretched endlessly, its surface etched with human faces.

"boom--"

The tightly closed metal doors of the "mental hospital" slowly rose as the metal mechanical structure operated.

A putrid smell of grease, accompanied by a cold, dry airflow, swept outwards from the "mental hospital".

The cold wind is biting.

Without exception, everyone who felt the wind blowing through them could feel a chill rising in their hearts, along with a deep sense of unease.

died
There are creatures that resemble me, but are far stronger than me, that died tragically in there. It's dangerous, very dangerous!
"The stench of a corpse?" Master Fuli was taken aback. He smelled the stench of dead rats in the air, his face turned nauseous, and he raised his hand to cover his nose: "Does anyone have a gas mask?"

"What canine creature could suffer like this? Even a scavenger would probably need to wear an N95 mask."

An Sheng felt no danger or chill, but he did inhale the pungent, rotten stench to his heart's content.

(End of this chapter)