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Jiuchonglou flew to an altitude of 5,000 meters, using his spiritual power to survey the dark, ink-like clouds within a thousand miles, and to see all the mountains and rivers in a single glance.

She saw the endless, scorched plains of deathly black earth, the distant mountains devoid of any greenery, merely large mounds of stone, and the rushing river entirely purple, leaving behind patches of eroded earth as the tides rose and fell.

Traces of civilization that once existed have mostly turned into a handful of sand over time.

This should have been a world devoid of life, yet someone has created a paradise here.

The villa is hidden among the mountains, defying the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter, maintaining a scene of blooming spring flowers, and an invisible barrier keeps death at bay.

After confirming once again that there were no living beings in this world, Jiu Chonglou landed back on the ground. Looking at Lan Yun, who was still glaring at him even though he was tied up, he smiled contemptuously: "Looking at your eyes, you'd think we were the bad guys who came here just to kidnap you."

On the other side, Ji Mo was also investigating the manor. He discovered that the manor was not in a state of time standstill, and the flowers, plants and trees here also showed signs of withering. However, compared with the outside world, this natural change was almost negligible.

Ji Mo couldn't conduct a comprehensive investigation of the entire world, but he was more than capable of sensing whether there were any living beings within the area of ​​a town. He quickly realized that there was no fourth life here, and the entire manor was just a backdrop to be used, with traces of use that could be traced back to a very distant time.

The only thing that bothered me was the tombstone under the big tree in the center of the resort.

[Signature: Chen Ying]

He died on July 11th, 1517 (the year of the Yuan Dynasty).

[Epitaph: His life was a long farewell. His hometown was a distant place he could never return to.]

The characters above are delicate and the marks are very deep, indicating that the engraver used all his strength.

"The owner of this manor? No, the epitaph says he could never return to his hometown." Ji Mo instantly understood that this was someone who died far from home. "Died in 1517? That's 20 years ago?"

The Era of Realms, also known as the Era of Humanity, is an era that begins to be recorded with the end of the Age of Gods War, when the gods retreated to the background and humanity took the lead and became very active.

Although the last human dynasty that can be traced back to the mortal realm is more than 1,400 years ago, unification was not something that could be achieved overnight; it took decades of fighting to determine the victor.

He hesitated for a moment, but still did not try to dig out the coffin, thinking that it was not yet time to disturb the dead. He secretly remembered this information and met with Jiu Chonglou again.

"How is the situation?" Ji Mo asked.

Still no one there. How about you?

"There's no one here, but I found a tombstone. The deceased was named Chen Ying."

Even without Jiu Chonglou's reminder, Ji Mo sensed a strong sense of unease and turned his gaze to the giant tree.

Compared to the giant trees that had sprung up more than 30 meters from the ground, the original plants in the mountain village were as short as little girls. The trunks, which required two adults to stretch their arms to encircle, were not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that a large blue delivery truck was hanging from the top of the branches.

A large blue delivery truck, 9.6 meters long and 2.5 meters wide.

A bundle of red rope connected the large truck to the tree trunk, the binding method being extremely subtle.

Half an hour ago, Jiu Chonglou suggested first controlling Lan Yun so that she could not maintain her human form.

"Let me think about how to tie it? Oh right, first fold it in half from the middle, put it around the neck, and then tie knots at the collarbone, the middle of the heart, the sternum and the pubic bone... Wait, old man Ji, where is the truck's pubic bone?" Jiu Chonglou asked innocently from before.

Ji Mo was speechless: "...Should I know about this kind of thing?"

"And you call yourself a top student?" Jiu Chonglou said with disdain as he raised the Blue Luck version of the Grand Luck like a national flag, looking up at the opponent's chassis with great satisfaction.

At this moment, Lan Yun's image was photographed online, so abstract that it wouldn't be censored.

Returning to the present, Ji Mo looked at Lan Yun, whose body, capable of switching between Great Fortune and human form, had become the secret he cared about least.

"How do you know the coordinates of so many destroyed worlds?"

Ji Mo could sense that Lan Yun knew many world coordinates, but the two of them had pushed her nerves to the limit, and she had lost the will to continue playing the game.

The database of Sanchuan Tailor Shop probably doesn't contain as much data about extinct worlds as Lan Yun does. After all, normal organizations search for and record world data by deploying probes into areas showing signs of life.

A world without life means there is a danger that could destroy a civilization, and unless it is certain that the small world contains a large amount of rare energy or a key to unlocking a piece of history, few people will spend their energy on it.

Even in Wuhai, before plundering resources, one must consider the cost-effectiveness of transporting mining machinery or cheap labor.

This makes it even stranger when considering the close relationship between Blue Ocean and the Bridge State Immigration Department.

"The only being that would specifically collect coordinates of destroyed worlds should be the End God Realm."

Ji Mo made a casual remark, but found that Lan Yun became nervous, which manifested in a change in the roar of the engine.

"...You come from the Realm of the End Gods?"

Lan Yun remained silent and turned the front of the car to the side.

After thinking for a long time, Ji Mo shook his head, denying it to himself: "It shouldn't be."

There are only wrong names, not wrong code names. The legend of the autistic world cannot be easily broken by a second-tier superhuman.

Jiu Chonglou once admitted that even the people from Sanchuan Tailor Shop dared not easily set foot in the two realms of self-isolation, because they could not guarantee their evacuation.

Not to mention the mortal realm, even in the Seven Realms, the Sanchuan Tailor Shop is a top-tier power, an organization capable of fielding a football team of seventh-tier superhumans. Yet, it dares not claim to have escaped unscathed from the End God Realm, demonstrating that its limitations are absolutely god-level.

"Is Chen Ying from a world of destruction?" Ji Mo asked again.

The emotional changes of the blue freight truck are more obvious. When it is in a conscious state, just like when the truck is ignited, the engine roars loudly, unlike a person's heart which needs to be close to the chest to be heard clearly.

Lan Yun's mood changed, but he still didn't answer.

"Any response? Looks like you two know each other."

"..."

"If you continue to remain silent, I will have no choice but to dig him out and confront him."

Ji Mo didn't say a word about how to confront a skeleton, and made a move to leave.

Jiu Chonglou made no attempt to stop him. Lan Yun, seeing Ji Mo heading towards the center of the manor, panicked: "Don't you have any respect for the dead?! Don't go! You… I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Ji Mo continued walking forward as if he hadn't heard her.

"Didn't I say I'd tell you everything?! Stop it! I...I joined the immigration service because I didn't know where his hometown was!"

Lan Yun screamed in despair, his headlights flashing incessantly. After flashing once more, Ji Mo suddenly disappeared from his sight.

"Continue." Ji Mo returned to her original position and gestured for her to continue.