Why did you provoke me?

Yu Meng quickly understood Jing Ancheng's meaning. He was the only one with the communication bell; the rest of the team couldn't operate it effectively.

Yu Meng pointed to her backpack, "That's all. I can make it whenever I find the materials. Just remind me then."

"Make it fresh?" Chang Chen repeated.

"If you don't have a communication bell, what do you use to contact each other?" Yu Meng asked.

"There's a kind of bone whistle that we set ourselves to have different lengths to convey different meanings." Jing Ancheng even took out the bone whistle and handed it to Yu Meng.

"We're about fifty meters from the defensive line," Jing San said in a low voice.

"Let's go out for a bit." Zhang Zhen was the first to go out.

Jing Ancheng glanced at Jing San and then went out.

After everyone left, Yu Meng changed into black clothes and pants, put on a line mask, and blended into the darkness along with Jing San.

Yu Meng and Jing San rushed towards the riverbank at the same time. It would be easier for one person to handle the situation. The most important thing was that Yu Meng wanted to capture someone alive; she needed to know who was targeting her.

Standing in the shade of the tree, Jing San had vanished. This was the first time Yu Meng had directly experienced Jing San's strength. In Yu Meng's eyes, Jing San's figure only twisted a few times before disappearing.

When it reappeared, it was followed by a person completely wrapped in a black robe.

"He's someone like us. He didn't resist; he approached me on his own initiative," Jing San said softly.

Back at their base, Yu Meng sized up the newcomers. "You're not working together?"

"No, I came here specifically to see you through a friend's introduction?" The voice was very calm.

"He told you to find me here?"

"No, I figured it out myself."

"What do you want?" Yu Meng asked curiously.

"He gave me this." The man held out his hand, with a small plaque in his palm, bearing a small character "苍" on it.

Jing San also became interested, "What's that person's name?"

"I don't know, he only said that he belongs to the first generation."

"He's already said all that, but he didn't say who he is? Where is he?"

"Dead." The newcomer's voice remained calm.

"What is the purpose of your visit?"

"I was asked to deliver this sign and a box."

Jing San glanced at Yu Meng and reached out to take it.

"He said that as long as I deliver the items, you can take a look at my lines and see what's wrong?" His tone remained calm.

"How did you know me?" Yu Meng couldn't understand how her whereabouts had been noticed.

"I saw you at the research institute. And he had this pattern on his sleeve." The man pointed to Jing San's cuff.

The battle outside seems to be very intense; even the sound of tranquilizer guns can be heard.

Yu Meng sent Jing San to provide support.

There were only two people left on the plane.

Yu Meng, "Show me your lines."

"Okay! Do you want them all?"

"No need." As soon as Yu Meng finished speaking, the other person's lines appeared in this small space.

There were so many that the entire space was packed in no time.

Yu Meng narrowed her eyes; she had come prepared.

"Look, my lines are splitting endlessly, and I can't take it anymore. Do you have any ideas?" The tone was still one of seeking advice.

"That's easy, you just need to learn how to fuse them," Yu Meng said casually. "Do you need my help?"

At that point, they could no longer see each other. This shows how dense the lines must have been.

"They've already split, how can they reunite?"

"Of course! I have a line like this right here. Would you like to take a look?"

After a long silence, Yu Meng finally heard his voice, "Alright then."

The Tyrant Lines had already extended its tentacles; if Yu Meng hadn't been holding it back, it would have already charged out.

Yu Meng has already created a barrier with her lines, so even though there are many lines, Yu Meng still has her own space.

Yu Meng had never seen such lines before. One end was divided into countless parts, while the other end was like an iron hoop, firmly fixing everything in place.

The Overlord Lines don't care about any of that. Whatever it encounters, whether it's an irregular line or a line unique to women, it accepts it all as its energy.

"My lines are a bit special. If they do anything out of line, I hope you can understand." Yu Meng's tone was gentle, and she was still using a consultative tone.

Another long silence followed. "You are truly a special person."

"So do you agree? I believe in mutual consent and never force anyone."

"Your companions outside haven't made a sound for quite some time. Aren't you worried?" The calm tone carried a hint of curiosity.

"Do you care a lot about your companions?" Yu Meng asked with a smile.

"They are not worthy to be called my companions."

"Okay, I'll begin then."

"If you solve my problem, you can be my partner."

Yu Meng laughed out loud, "I have my own companions, they are very good, and I don't plan to change them for now."

"It's a pity, in my dictionary, only those of equal stature can become companions. You are one of the few people I've invited."

The domineering lines vaguely enclose half of the lines within their own boundaries.

"Your lines are very interesting. Can you handle them? Aren't you worried about them being too full?"

"Hmm, it's always so greedy. I've talked to it many times, and it agreed this time, but it did the same thing next time. Do you want to teach it a lesson? I think you have a very good temper."

"Are you willing to part with it?"

"The weapon has developed its own ideas, and you can tolerate that?" Yu Meng said with a helpless expression.

The Tyrant Lines was unhappy; it didn't have any of the faults Yu Meng had described. It had always been very well-behaved. It was all that person's fault; he was talking badly about it!

A soft chuckle rang out, "I love unconventional lines the most."

Yu Meng's finger touched the Overlord's tentacle, and an invisible wave spread out.

There was no sound in the small space; it was deathly silent.

Yu Meng narrowed her eyes, carefully observing everything around her.

She discovered that when the other person's lines touched her line barrier, a portion of them would slowly merge into it.

Yu Meng thought about it for a moment, but didn't absorb it. She wanted to see what would happen if things continued this way.

The Tyrant Line didn't hold back. It ignored the scattered lines and went straight to the fixed point, using its suction cup to anchor itself there. Then, it slowly and steadily rolled up the hanging lines one by one and sent them under the suction cup.

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh came over, "I lost."

Yu Meng remained silent. Although she was somewhat indifferent, there was no reason for her to remain unmoved when someone had come to her door.

"Can I leave?"

Yu Meng sighed as well, "It really likes these. They're delicate, soft, and incredibly resilient. My Tyrant is feeling inferior. Stay a little longer, or I'll have to coax it for ages."

"Don't spoil a weapon too much. If we're meant to meet again, we'll meet once more."

The lines of space were suddenly half empty, the rest tightly bound by the Overlord.

"I've come from afar, so I'm practically a guest. Your unique features can't be so domineering!"

BaWang calmly placed the line into the suction cup.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?" The calm voice wavered slightly.

Yu Meng shrugged. "You just said you wanted to teach it properly, and I said I had no objection."