Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

Liu Bo stopped writing.

Qin Weiguo pressed his hand to the old bronze badge on his chest.

The tip of Bai Potian's sword on the city wall was lowered by half an inch.

It's not a disaster.

It is the door for Tibetans.

The smile on Sun Wukong's face vanished.

"The accountant is most adept at portraying people as disasters."

The old bronze badge on Qin Weiguo's chest tingled with heat once more.

This time, the heat didn't explode outwards.

Instead, it shrank deeper into the bronze medal.

It was like an old lock that had been gently turned by something.

The screen in the Ministry of Education's monitoring room went black for a moment.

On the ground, the four words left by the former minister appeared, then quickly disappeared.

Don't look up my name.

Qin Weiguo stared at those four words without taking a single step back.

Lin Xiao suddenly spoke.

"Liu Bo, break down the problem."

Liu Bo slammed his hand on the table.

"First, if she were truly the cornerstone of the royal court, the royal court shouldn't have been in such a hurry to burn her."

"Secondly, if there is indeed a disaster behind the door, the royal court should not have publicly reminded Lanxing."

Third, what the royal court fears is not opening the door.

He looked up, his voice becoming more serious.

"It was the person behind the door who was named."

Zheng Aiguo immediately gave the order.

"The term 'Disaster Gate' is disabled in internal Blue Star archives."

"Renamed—Suspected to be a former member of a prestigious family."

These words were spoken.

A crack appeared in the frost on the old fire board.

For the first time, the woman regained her senses amidst her cries.

"Don't……"

"Don't call it the Disaster Gate..."

Inside the Ministry of Education's monitoring room, several veteran archivists crowded forward at the same time.

The word "seal" in the royal court's regulations has been hollowed out by the old fire.

Half of the remaining words at the bottom were exposed.

[Side gate on the way home]

Qin Weiguo's expression changed.

"The side gate on the way back..."

"In the handover file of the previous minister, there was a half-sentence annotation that had been burned."

Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.

The golden light suppressed the turbulent flow of the array patterns.

"I've found the right door."

The Blank Imperial Seal seemed to sense something was amiss.

Tian Jiao suddenly raised his right hand.

Golden and white lightning exploded along his finger bones.

He needs to get it stamped.

Using the remnant power of the Son, he covered up the "true nature of the gate of calamity".

The supervising commander roared, "Cover it up!"

"Make sure the royal court's chief secretary remembers them!"

Tianjiao's finger hovered in mid-air.

The Emperor's Lock tore through flesh and blood.

His entire arm was shaking.

Finally, he actually bent that finger toward his own chest.

The sound of bones cracking carried into the open chain of remains.

"I……"

"I will not testify."

Half a breath.

Only half a breath.

But Lin Xiao had been waiting for just this half-breath.

But he didn't immediately call on the second female former subordinate.

He raised his hand and tapped the dark red broken bones.

"Chen Sanshi".

"I'll borrow your name, Fire."

On the old fire board, Chen Sanshi's fading figure struggled to raise his head.

Lin Xiao said softly, "Call him a name."

Chen Sanshi's embers flickered.

Then, the very faint voice passed through the three points and landed in the rear camp of the Heavenly Realm.

"Holy Son".

"Don't kneel before the ledger."

Tian Jiao was shaken.

He still doesn't remember Lin Xiao.

I don't remember Chen Sanshi either.

But those words seemed to have seeped into my bones from beneath my old nails.

He tore open his palm, letting the shattered nails pierce deeper.

Blood dripped onto the tattered flag.

The blank imperial seal was slightly darkened.

Lin Xiao struck the dark red broken bones with the Human Emperor Sword.

Then he pointed to Chen Sanshi's name, which was associated with fire.

"South Gate Guard Battalion".

"According to her."

Chen Sanshi's fire mark lit up.

The embers of the old fire pierced through the grayish-white scorch marks and fell into the second crack.

The image appears.

A woman clad in tattered armor knelt before the door.

The door is old.

There were no monsters behind the door.

There was only a group of faceless children, wounded soldiers, and old people.

They huddled in the darkness, afraid to make a sound.

The woman was holding the broken gun, her back to them.

She cried and said:

"I can't go back."

"Once I return, they'll have no chance."

The old battleground of Huayang was now eerily silent.

The city walls of the three thousand cities are deathly silent.

The Ministry of Education's monitoring room was eerily silent.

Even Bai Potian wasn't scolded.

Lin Xiao looked at the door.

He didn't insist on calling her by name.

He changed his tune.

I won't name you.

"Take the person you're guarding first."

Liu Bo was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

"She's the door lock; you can't touch her."

"The person behind the door is the lamp."

"Turn off the lights first."

The royal court's articles were suddenly shaken.

This step wasn't in the question.

The golden thread along the spine of the Emperor's Sword split into three, clinging to the old fireboard and penetrating deep into the scorch marks.

At the very front of the door, a faceless child suddenly looked up.

His voice was small.

"Sister..."

"The food is still warm."

The woman's cries shattered on the spot.

The scorch marks no longer freeze.

A gentle flame slowly ignited from the crack in the door.

Qin Weiguo suddenly stood up.

On the city walls of Sanqian City, Zheng Aiguo, Bai Potian, Zhang Lin, Zhu Yu, and Yu Hui all looked towards the Military Soul Tower.

Within the old Huayang formation, the four women all exerted their strength.

Foxfire, moonlight, holy flame, and the old seal are pressed together to form a lifeline.

Sun Wukong grinned.

"Young man, you're on the right track."

On the old fire board, new entries emerge one by one.

[Gatekeeper at the side gate of the return route: Name not yet announced.]

[Target of Protection: Thirty-seven former residents awaiting return.]

Status: Door open.

boom!

The seal on the royal court's plaque cracked again.

A command tower in the rear camp of the Heavenly Realm exploded.

The supervising officer was thrown away, half of his face covered in blood.

Half of the old lights on the Three Thousand Cities Military Soul Tower were lit.

In the old military street, an old man leaned against the door frame and suddenly burst into tears.

"South Gate..."

I saw that door in my dream.

On the surface of Huayang Wuda, the streetlights are no longer lit up in large areas.

Instead, it was a row of ID cards at the freshman registration area that were simultaneously generating heat.

The newly enrolled students looked down blankly.

Nobody knows what happened.

I felt as if something had gently tapped my chest.

It's very light.

But it's hot.

It's like a very old lamp, shining half an inch in my heart.

In the Ministry of Education's monitoring room, Qin Weiguo made the decision on the spot without hesitation.

"Ministry of Education's top-secret files have added a second category of roster."

[Entrance Register]

Liu Bo stared at the half of the door pattern and suddenly understood.

"Chen Sanshi wants to go home."

"She is not."

"She wants to protect people's way home."

Lin Xiao nodded.

"Within three days, we won't just be hiring three people."

"First, we need to distinguish between three categories."

"Those who wish to return."

"The gatekeeper."

"The one whose soul was swapped."

He looked at Tianjiao.

"Saving people in the wrong order will kill a lot of them."

Chu Shanhe immediately responded.

"Reconstruction Plan for the Huayang Old Formation"

"Slots are divided into three categories."

Qin Weiguo pressed the scorching old bronze seal.

"The Ministry of Education will create files simultaneously."

Zheng Aiguo's voice came from the Three Thousand Cities.

"The Military Soul Tower is divided into sections for the old lamps."

Bai Potian sneered.

"The Zhenbei Army is overseeing the battle from the tower."

"Whichever one it burns, I'll remember it."

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