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

Zhuge Qing's voice was very soft.

He painstakingly translated that decades-old Japanese text into Chinese:

"In the nineteenth year of Showa (1945), the body of Su [Feng] was confirmed dead. His soul dissipated."

Clang!

Zhang Chulan lost his grip on the flashlight, and it fell to the ground.

The beam of light rolled twice on the ground before hitting the corner of the wall.

"Dead...dead?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes widened as he pointed at Feng Baobao not far away.

"What the hell are you talking about? Bao'er is here, jumping around and dismantling scrap metal!"

Wang Ye walked over and picked up the flashlight.

He patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"Old Zhang, don't worry. Since Sister Bao'er is standing here, it means that something really went wrong back then."

"It wasn't just a mishap."

Zhuge Qing's face darkened completely, and his fingers gripped the paper tightly.

"Chu Lan, Lao Wang, listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

Zhuge Qing raised his head, and at this moment, a suppressed anger was burning in his eyes.

"This report clearly records the origin of this special body."

Zhuge Qing stared at the paper and read aloud the words that sent chills down one's spine and even made one feel nauseous:

"This body... was a gift secretly presented by a certain aristocratic family within China as a token of their sincerity."

"..."

Inside the underground base, even the sound of Feng Baobao tapping on the metal sheet had stopped.

She turned her head.

They looked at the three people who had suddenly frozen in place with some confusion.

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists tightly at his sides.

"An internal...gift presented by a certain aristocratic family?"

Zhang Chulan lowered his head, his bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

But Wang Ye, standing next to him, could clearly sense it.

This young man, who was usually flexible and adaptable, was now exuding an uncontrollable murderous aura.

A pure, murderous intent that was so intense it bordered on monstrous.

"These traitorous beasts!!!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, and growled through gritted teeth.

Wang Ye also had a cold expression.

His hands were tucked into his sleeves, his fingers already crumpling the lining.

In this era of war and national crisis.

Surprisingly, some prominent domestic families are doing this out of a sense of sincerity.

They handed a living, breathing Chinese compatriot to those executioners!

"No wonder..."

Wang Ye took a deep breath and sorted out the logic behind it:

"No wonder the sworn brotherhood of the Thirty-Six Thieves was kept tightly under wraps in the world of supernatural beings, becoming a taboo that no one could touch."

"Because the families that committed such dirty deeds back then may very well still be sitting proudly among the prestigious and upright families in our country!"

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth: "Old Qing, does it say which family did it?"

Zhuge Qing shook his head helplessly:

"No. This is just an incomplete report. The specific handover list has probably been destroyed long ago."

He paused, then shifted his gaze to the last part of the paper.

"However, this document contains a final record regarding the turmoil that led to the failure of Project God's Fence."

"What did you write?" Zhang Chulan asked eagerly.

Zhuge Qing looked at the line of text, and his expression suddenly became very strange.

That anger and heaviness were, at that moment, dispelled by an absurd astonishment.

He even rubbed his eyes with his fingers to make sure he hadn't translated it wrong.

"Old Qing, just read it already! What time is it and you're still keeping us in suspense!" Wang Ye urged.

Zhuge Qing coughed twice.

Raise the flashlight.

Looking at the last, unevenly burned piece of paper, he read it aloud in a subtle tone:

"During the ritual, a white-robed thunder demon, suspected to be from the Celestial Master's Mansion, forcibly broke in..."

At this point, the edge of the paper broke off completely.

Only one area was charred black.

"..."

An eerie silence fell once again over the underground base.

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

Wang Ye was also stunned.

"White-robed... Thunder Demon?"

Zhang Chulan blinked.

An image involuntarily popped into my mind of a lazy figure who usually wore a white shirt and flip-flops, playing games and eating sunflower seeds at the same time.

"Old Wang."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard and turned to look at Wang Ye.

"Did I hear that right? How did such a childish and cheesy term suddenly appear in this top-secret report from the Japanese?"

Wang Ye put one hand to his forehead and let out a long sigh.

"Connect the keywords 'suspected Celestial Master's Mansion,' 'white robes,' 'thunder magic,' and 'forced entry' together..."

Wang Ye's lips twitched twice:

"Do you think that in that era, besides our idle ancestor, who else could be worthy of such an arrogant and exclusive title as [Thunder Demon]?"

Zhang Chulan slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing what was going on.

"Good guy!"

Zhang Chulan pointed at the report and couldn't help but complain:

"I was wondering why those Japanese devils wrote their report like a horror novel."

"So all that hard work they put into the sacrificial ceremony back then was ruined by my advisor?!"

The clues are completely cut off here.

But suddenly everyone felt a sense of certainty.

Zhang Chulan turned around and glanced at Feng Baobao, who was intently studying the instrument.

"So... Master and Sister Bao'er had a connection a long time ago."

He turned around and carefully folded the yellowed report in Zhuge Qing's hand.

He carefully tucked it into the innermost pocket.

Zhang Chulan patted his chest, his expression regaining the youthful energy and cunning.

"Old Wang, Old Qing."

Zhang Chulan waved his hand and pointed at the old man Mutou who was still trembling in the corner:

"Knock this old man out, then take the rest of the documents and get out of here!"

"Withdraw? Aren't you going to keep looking?" Wang Ye asked.

"What's the point of looking anymore?!"

Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes and said matter-of-factly:

"The ancestor who caused trouble back then is now lying in our hotel's presidential suite enjoying the air conditioning!"

"Why are we still here eating dirt and digging graves when the clerk isn't asking any questions?"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance and nodded in deep agreement.

"Makes sense."

Chapter 423 A Terrifying Escape, Old Wang Violently Seals the Cave!

"Old man, I'm so sorry. We'll be on the ground after a good sleep. It'll be even better than anesthesia."

Wang Ye slowly walked over and stretched his wrists.

When the old man Mutou saw Wang Ye walking over, he was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

He had just opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

Just then.

"Tick."