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

The iron box in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The box lid popped open.

What was scattered out inside were stacks of yellowed documents!

"Who are you? Why are you here?!"

Zhang Chulan brought the blade a fraction closer, his eyes sharp as knives.

This is an underground ruin that has been sealed off for over seventy years!

How could there possibly be a living person hiding here?!

The old man was blinded by the light of the flashlight.

He raised his hands, his voice hoarse, and stammered in Japanese:

"No...don't kill me! I just came to get something!"

"?"

Zhang Chulan frowned.

The knife in his hand remained firmly held against the other person's neck.

They did not lower their guard at all just because the other party was an old man.

"Old Qing, what did he say?" Zhang Chulan asked, turning his head slightly.

Zhuge Qing stepped forward.

I quickly exchanged a few words with the old man in fluent Japanese.

The old man answered, his voice trembling.

His gaze kept glancing at the yellowed documents scattered on the ground.

After listening to the old man's words.

Zhuge Qing's expression turned somewhat strange. He turned to look at Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye:

He said he was the son of a researcher who participated in the "God's Fence Project" back then.

"This old man is called Muto. When this base was bombed and buried, his father happened to be on duty on the outer perimeter and escaped the disaster."

"After Japan's defeat, his father went into hiding. Before he died, he told him the secret of this place and the location of a hidden ventilation shaft."

Zhuge Qing pointed to the tin box on the ground:

He said his father regretted his sins the whole life.

He sneaked in this time to retrieve the documents that hadn't been destroyed back then, as a way of fulfilling his father's last wish.

"fart!"

Zhang Chulan sneered and pressed the blade forward.

"More than seventy years have passed. Why did he have to come at this crucial moment to collect the documents?"

"Old man, don't treat us like three-year-olds!"

Zhang Chulan glared at him fiercely:

"Speak! Who sent you? Did those powerful families outside send you to destroy evidence?!"

Old Man Mutou was so frightened by Zhang Chulan's fierce appearance that he collapsed to the ground.

He waved his hands repeatedly.

"No! No! I really came by myself!"

He urgently tried to explain in Japanese, with Zhuge Qing translating in real time:

He said that the reason he came only now was because the stories of Changbai Mountain and Paradise Island had spread throughout the Japanese community of supernatural beings.

I've heard that the Heavenly Pivot Master, who once struck fear into the hearts of the Yin-Yang Bureau, has reappeared.

“He was afraid that this buried history would be discovered, so he risked climbing in through the exhaust pipe to take these documents away and destroy them.”

Upon hearing this explanation, Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye exchanged a glance.

Logically, it makes a rough but reasonable explanation.

After all, there wasn't much powerful Qi fluctuation on this old man's body.

He looks like an ordinary person.

Zhang Chulan tucked the watermelon knife back into his waistband and squatted down.

He ignored the old man and instead reached out to pick up the scattered Japanese manuscripts on the ground.

"Old Qing, come and take a look at what's written on this."

Zhang Chulan handed a stack of papers to Zhuge Qing.

Holding a flashlight, Zhuge Qing quickly flipped through the fragile pages in the dim light.

As the reading progressed...

Zhuge Qing's fox-like eyes opened little by little.

He held the folding fan tightly in his hand.

"These people... they're a bunch of lunatics with no bottom line!"

Zhuge Qing's voice revealed a rare anger.

He raised his head and looked at the crowd.

The contents of the manuscript were briefly summarized.

"Chu Lan guessed correctly. This document details the core objectives of the [God Fence Project]."

Zhuge Qing pointed in the direction of the stone bed:

"Back then, they conducted a massive search across China for children with extraordinary talents. Their aim was to find a vessel that could perfectly bear the will of the gods."

"They used cruel methods to brainwash those children, subject them to drug baths, and even remove bones and blood from their bodies."

"Those who fail become those monsters outside..."

Chapter 422 [Site Zero] and the Prototype [Feng]

Inside the underground base.

The cold, damp air was filled with a pungent musty smell.

The beams of several flashlights converged in Zhuge Qing's hand.

This young master from a prominent family in Jiangnan was currently using the light to flip through the stack of yellowed, top-secret manuscripts in his hands, page by page.

His usual smile was gone; his face was tense and strained.

next to.

The old man named Muto was huddled in the corner.

He hugged his knees, trembling, barely daring to breathe.

"Old Qing, what else did you write? Read it aloud! It's the middle of the night, and your expression is giving me the creeps."

Zhang Chulan squatted to the side, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Wang Ye also put his hands in his sleeve pockets.

He leaned closer to take a look at the Japanese characters that looked like scribbles, then shook his head helplessly.

"Don't rush him. These are military secrets from decades ago, and the grammar is very difficult. We need to give him time to translate them."

Not far away, Feng Baobao showed no interest in these pieces of paper.

She was carrying a shovel and tinkering with a rusty machine.

"Clang, clang."

The crisp knocking sound echoed in the empty base, but the main goal was to ignore it.

"found it."

Zhuge Qing suddenly stopped turning the page, his finger hovering over a tattered report that was clearly burned.

He raised his head.

He glanced at Zhang Chulan, his expression quite complex.

"This document records the core base they established in China back then... codenamed [Zero Institute]."

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, his voice exceptionally clear in the deathly silent underground space:

"According to this report, the Yin-Yang Bureau has actually made groundbreaking progress in this [God's Fence Project]."

"A breakthrough?"

Wang Ye frowned, keenly grasping the key point.

"So, they really did create a vessel capable of housing gods back then?"

"Just a little bit off."

Zhuge Qing shook the pages in his hand, his tone carrying an unsettling chill:

"The report said that ordinary children with supernatural abilities could not withstand the mental impact of the séance and all of them broke down during the experiment."

Until... they obtained a special prototype.

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao, who was still struggling with the broken machine.

"Old Qing..." Zhang Chulan swallowed, his voice a little dry.

Did it mention...that photo of Bao'er?

Zhuge Qing did not answer immediately, but instead turned down the flashlight beam and focused on the line of text.

"Chu Lan, you need to be mentally prepared."