One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

During World War II, the various clandestine activities of the Japanese Yin-Yang Bureau in China were an indispensable part of that period of history.

"I want to see just how many pits you old devils dug in our country back then."

Zhang Chulan rubbed his sore eyes and picked up the top document.

The cover is written in Japanese: "[Showa 19 - Top Secret Research Archives on Extraordinary People in China]".

He turned to the first page.

The document contains a dense list of action teams dispatched by the Yin-Yang Bureau to various parts of China, as well as geomantic records about the nodes of the earth's veins in China.

Zhang Chulan looked at it very carefully.

I translated it using a mobile app while watching.

Filtering the information word by word.

"Setting up an array in Changbai Mountain...stealing the earth's veins...these match up."

As he read, he took notes in the notebook next to him.

I watched it for about half an hour.

Zhang Chulan flipped to the middle section of the file.

"Ok?"

His fingers, which were turning the page, suddenly stopped.

Between two yellowed pages of paper was an old kraft paper envelope.

The envelope was not sealed.

Zhang Chulan picked up the envelope with some confusion.

It is very lightweight.

He turned the envelope upside down and gently shook it in his palm.

"Clap."

An old black and white photograph slipped out of the envelope and fell under the desk lamp.

Because of its age, the edges of the photo are somewhat curled and yellowed, and the image quality also has the rough, grainy feel characteristic of that era.

Zhang Chulan picked up his coffee cup and glanced at it casually.

The moment my eyes fell on the content of the photo!

"Bang!"

The coffee cup in Zhang Chulan's hand slid straight down from mid-air.

The scalding coffee spilled onto the table and even splashed onto his thigh, but he seemed completely oblivious.

He suddenly jumped up from the chair!

His eyes were fixed on the old photograph on the table.

His pupils contracted violently, and his breathing stopped completely at that moment!

"This...this is impossible?!"

Zhang Chulan's voice was trembling.

He braced his hands on the table, leaning forward, almost pressing his face against the photograph.

The background of the photo is an extremely gloomy valley surrounded by broken walls and ruins.

A huge and strange array was drawn on the ground.

At the edge of the formation, several corpses dressed in Japanese military uniforms lay lying.

These are not the main points.

The key point is that it was right in the center of that destroyed altar.

A little girl lay quietly.

Although the photo is in black and white, the details are captured very clearly.

The girl looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old.

She was wearing a traditional embroidered cheongsam covered in mud.

On her head were two slightly messy braids.

Her eyes were closed, her face expressionless, and she lay quietly in the center of the altar.

This face...

This outfit...

This deep-seated sense of familiarity...

"Bao... Sister Bao'er?!"

Chapter 417 The Divine Fence Project?!

Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine, and a bone-chilling coldness permeated his entire body.

A tingling sensation ran down my scalp.

This photo was taken at least seventy years ago.

Why is there a little girl who looks almost exactly like the current Feng Baobao?!

That old cheongsam, those two braids.

Even the way she lay there had the same air about her!

"No...no..."

"What is Bao'er's connection with the Yin-Yang Bureau from back then?"

"Why was she lying on that altar?!"

Zhang Chulan picked up the photo from the table with trembling hands.

He turned the photo over to the back.

On the back of the yellowed photographic paper, there was a line of hastily written Japanese annotation in pen.

Zhang Chulan doesn't understand Japanese.

But he stared intently at the words, his heart pounding wildly.

The faint blue light emitted by the phone screen seemed particularly glaring in the dimly lit suite.

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He pointed the camera from his phone, which was using a translation app, at the Japanese annotations on the back of the old photograph.

The scanning cursor on the screen moves up and down.

Two seconds later.

A line of Chinese characters popped up on the screen:

[Project Shenli].

"Shinri..."

Zhang Chulan stared at those two words, his lips pressed tightly together.

He immediately exited the translation software, opened a search engine, and entered the word.

Soon, the explanation from the encyclopedia popped up.

[A term specific to Japanese Shintoism, referring to a sacred boundary or ritual site temporarily used to welcome deities and allow them to reside; it is also the earliest prototype of a shrine.]

"Welcoming the gods?!"

Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the photo again.

In the photo.

The little girl, dressed in a cheongsam and with braided pigtails, lay quietly in the center of the altar covered with incantations.

Why would the Yin-Yang Bureau, more than seventy years ago, target a young Chinese girl?

What are they trying to put inside Bao'er's body?!

"No, we have to keep looking!"

Zhang Chulan carefully placed the photo away.

He then immediately rushed to the thick pile of yellowed files on the table.

He didn't even bother to take another sip of water.

Turning through them one by one.

Searching page by page.

Even a scrap of paper tucked inside a document would be carefully examined under the desk lamp, for fear of missing any tiny clue.

Time ticked by in the quiet room.

The night outside the window gradually faded, and the east began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

The first rays of morning sunlight slanted across the desk through the gap in the curtains that weren't fully drawn.

"Splash."

Zhang Chulan turned the last page of the last document.

No.

There's nothing there!

Apart from the old photo sandwiched in the middle, and the four words behind it.

This entire stack of top-secret files contained not a single word about the "God Fence Project".