2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"My ability is to put the things I come into contact with into this space, and at the same time, I can take the things inside at will from the outside." Tang Wuling explained as he walked into the illusory door:

"This ability has two limitations. The first is that you cannot forcibly store living creatures unless they come in voluntarily. The second is that you cannot forcefully store objects that are in contact with living creatures, such as the weapons in your hands or the clothes you are wearing. Category."

Yan Muyun and Yan Long exchanged glances. The former followed into the strange space, but the latter stayed where he was.

"Aren't you coming in?" Tang Wuling asked outside.

"You guys talk." Yan Long said expressionlessly.

"Are you afraid that I will lock you two in this space?"

Tang Wuling looked at him with a half-smile, and then waved his hand indifferently without waiting for the other party's response:

"I won't do that. Everything in here is my treasure. But it doesn't matter if you don't come in. You smashed so many things just when I opened the door last time, which left a psychological shadow on me. Hahahaha."

The illusory door slowly closed, and Yan Muyun stood in the middle of the small room, his expression slightly unnatural.

Although they were once best friends, it was really uncomfortable to feel like one's own fate was in the hands of others. If the other party is really malicious, without outside help, I may never have a chance to get out in this life.

Tang Wuling didn't seem to notice anything strange about him, and introduced himself: "You know, since I awakened this power, only two people have come in, and one of them is you."

"In addition to eating and exercising, I basically stay here every day to play games and chase fans. Occasionally, I am called out to play wrestling. This nest is my root, the safest haven. As long as I come in, even if the outside world is flooded, it will be with me. It’s irrelevant.”

The more he talked, the more Mu Yun felt guilty. His friend opened up and shared his most cherished things, but he kept a defensive attitude from beginning to end.

"I actually know that the relationship between us can no longer return to what it was before." Tang Wuling sat on his chair and turned around, his eyes clear: "Thirty years ago, you and I were both students, but now you are a member of the Special Branch Commissioner, I am a black organization cadre."

"I do not..."

Yan Muyun wanted to explain something, but Tang Wuling raised a finger to interrupt him, with a smile on his face: "This is another world. Let us forget our outside identities. If you still treat me as a friend, what will happen if you meet me?" If you encounter any difficulty, just tell me and I will help you to the best of my ability."

"Thank you." Yan Muyun sighed, with a wry smile on his face: "Actually, you don't have to say that much. Ever since I stepped into this room, I have decided to tell you everything."

...

Yan Taki tried to take a sip of white wine and swallowed it with a frown, feeling a burning pain in his throat.

He sat on the sofa, facing the place where the illusory door once appeared. His eyes calmly looked at the nothingness, and he played with a black gold coin with his fingertips.

When that door reopens, whether one or two people step out determines whether the coin is a recreational toy or a dangerous weapon.

About ten minutes passed, and the illusory door finally reopened.

The first person to walk out was the uncle in white training uniform, and fortunately, the familiar figure followed closely behind.

Tang Wuling glanced at the coins on the young man's fingertips on the sofa, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are very vigilant."

Yan Taki didn't respond. He seemed to be distracted and didn't hear what the other party said.

"I've heard everything from your uncle. I think there's still some misunderstanding between us." Tang Wuling sat on the sofa next to him, his expression looking a little hesitant.

"What misunderstanding?" Yan Long raised his eyes to look at him.

"It was really a misunderstanding when you met me in the arena that night." Tang Wuling smiled bitterly.

"I didn't say anything." Yan Long frowned slightly, seeming a little confused: "That salesman has already sworn in the name of God, and Black Umbrella didn't do anything in that fight."

Yan Muyun, who was still standing next to him, widened his eyes and looked very surprised.

He didn't expect that his eldest nephew actually believed this rhetoric from the bottom of his heart.

"It's true that Black Umbrella didn't do anything, but I did." Tang Wuling rubbed his temples and said in a helpless tone:

"Ever since the day Peach Blossom Spring opened, there have been pretentious young people running here from time to time. Their minds are full of how to use their superpowers to make people famous. They all think that they are the favored ones chosen by the gods, and they sign up just because of their enthusiasm. He became a gladiator, but he was not mentally prepared for the brutal battle."

"I have seen too many children who were full of confidence before going on the field, but cried for their fathers and mothers to admit defeat after a few fights. Real gladiators regarded fighting as their livelihood, and they regarded fighting as a game. They often only realized it after breaking their arms and legs. What a stupid decision I made."

"So I said hello to a few staff at the registration desk, and if they find any teenagers, they will notify me, and I will be responsible for teaching them that this is not a place for little brats...ahem."

The corner of Yan Taki's mouth twitched slightly: "In other words, you chose to be their opponent to protect the teenagers?"

"Yes, you were only 15 years old at that time. I really didn't know you were carrying such a heavy thing on your shoulders. I just thought you were just another ignorant little... young man." Tang Wuling's eyes were sincere.

"But the last time you hit me, it felt like you didn't hold back."

"Unexpected, unexpected... Your performance that time was too tricky. In the end, I couldn't control my emotions for a while..."

Tang Wuling's voice in defending himself became smaller and smaller.

"Forget it." Yan Long sighed.

What was supposed to happen has already happened, and nothing you say can change the outcome.

"Since I indirectly caused the current situation, I have the obligation to make up for it." Tang Wuling took out his mobile phone and sent a message while saying: "Leave Aunt Li's brain to me. It will probably be available tomorrow afternoon at the latest." information."

Seeing what he said so decisively and with full confidence, Yan Muyun couldn't help but asked curiously: "Tang, what is your status in this black umbrella?"

Tang Wuling thought for a while, and then uttered a word that was full of contradiction: "Elder Keqing?"

"What?" Yan Muyun was dumbfounded.

"Similar to the sects in fantasy novels, I am a guest elder. I get paid without having to do anything on weekdays, and my status is still high." Tang Wuling typed information on his mobile phone and said without raising his head:

"Of course, in a situation like the one you caused tonight, I had to stop it. Although it didn't succeed in the end, no one dared to say anything."

He put the phone aside, and the expression on his face had returned to the lazy look: "The top leaders of the Black Umbrella organization are internally known as the 'umbrella handle' and 'umbrella ribs'. There is only one umbrella handle, which is responsible for controlling The overall situation, making certain key decisions that can affect the organization. There are eight umbrella ribs, each with an area of ​​primary responsibility."

"For example, some are responsible for the casino business of Taohuayuan, some are responsible for the security of Taohuayuan, some are responsible for the trading center on the fourth floor, and the rest are responsible for other external businesses."

"Of course, there are people like me who have nothing to do on weekdays, just hacking people's umbrella ribs." Tang Wuling pointed to his nose.

"Are you telling us that this is really okay?" Yan Muyun blinked.

"What's this? It's estimated that every commissioner in your Special Branch Bureau knows this information." Tang Wuling smiled and then continued:

"Intelligence collection, hidden assassination and other things are not what I am good at. A person who is responsible for this will come over later. You can talk to him about the details."

"Okay." Yan Muyun nodded.

About five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Tang Wuling, who was slumped on the sofa, shouted.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a graceful figure walked in from the outside.

After seeing who it was, the three people present were almost stunned at the same time.

"Xixue?" Yan Muyun's eyes widened.