Interstellar Tattered Queen

"Spirit...spiritual line?!!" Hong Dashi's pupils shrank suddenly on the spot, and his fingertips also grabbed the pipeline next to him.

Thorn~

The pipeline was pulled straight by it.

As a person with a 3S physique, even though his body was very weak, Hong Dashi was still very strong. His actions caused the treatment cabin to emit another burst of rapid sirens.

Only then did Hong Da Shi let go of his grip.

However--

Its heart, however, could not let go, instead it was beating wildly.

As one of the top executives of the Red Race, others may not know it, but Hong Da Shi, after gradually taking power, knows some truths about the Red Race supercomputer and the information processing center.

where……

There are many, many, many spiritual threads.

Although it has never seen those scenes, it has been told by the information it has sorted out from some secrets of the Red Race that the spiritual lines of those dead clansmen have not disappeared, but are stored in the information processing center and are being used by waste... …

In other words, it is not waste utilization at all, these spiritual threads have become a resource, an indispensable and extremely precious resource!

Therefore, as long as a person of the red tribe has not become a lifeline person from birth to death, they must contribute to the red tribe throughout their lives.

There is no escape from death.

Hong Da Shi's heart beat faster, and couldn't help but take a sneak peek at Chu Jiaojiao.

How could Your Excellency Chu know about such a secret matter?

Chu Jiaojiao seemed to guess what it was thinking, smiled slightly, and said bluntly: "Student Ji You told me."

Hong Da Shi: "You mean Your Excellency Long Aotian?"

Chu Jiaojiao said, "Of course."

Your Excellency Long Aotian's strength is comparable to that of a lifeline person. Obviously, it is not too strange for her to know this. Besides, she was put in the information processing center for a long time, and she guessed that the secrets there were about to be captured by her. All dug up.

Hong Da Shi was not half annoyed by the discovery of his tribe's secrets,

It opened its crimson eyes, looked directly at Chu Jiaojiao, and said, "Your Excellency Chu, as long as the body of a person who died in his own clan was recycled into the soul pool, the spirit line will certainly exist."

Chu Jiaojiao said: "So, the spiritual line does exist."

"So--"

"Is it possible to find the spiritual aura that may be left behind by the red · red · stone from the spiritual line?" Chu Jiaojiao raised her own doubts, and also put forward her own idea: "Using the spiritual line as a disguise, I must not accept it." Got it."

The people from various tribes outside, no matter how strong they are, are not real lifelines. Using such means to deceive, they should be able to temporarily fool them for a while.

Red·Big·Shimian looked distressed: "But..."

Chu Jiaojiao said: "But what?"

Hong Da Shi let go of the hand holding the pipeline, sighed, and said: "Where are there too many spiritual lines, too many... that is the spiritual line of all the dead who have existed since the existence of the Red Race...we have to accurately measure the How hard is it to find a few of them?"

"Will those people outside give us time to search slowly?"

"Even if the enemy gives time, so what if we find it?"

"How do we get those spiritual threads out of the information processing center? Spiritual threads are invisible and intangible, we can't see them, and we can't touch them..."

"Taking a step back, even if we have a way to take it out, but...we don't have an environment for an information processing center, it will melt away immediately after it leaves, and there is no room for it to survive outside."

...

The more Hong Da Shi talked, the more desperate he became, and he realized that there was no way to go ahead, and his dark red eyes, which had just brightened up, dimmed a little bit.

It is possible that the chain will be closed and the chain will be closed. /p\u003e

Chu Jiaojiao held the hilt of the sword without saying a word.

In the channel shared with friends, everyone was also caught in thinking.

Yue Qiguang said: "What's going on? Isn't this a dead end again? Are you still making a fake? If you don't speed up the time, those colorful little people outside will be ready to move soon."

"In my father's opinion, there's no need to make such a mess. Just beat everyone up. If they're scared, they won't dare to do anything."

Yue Qiyuan nestled in a small corner. Hearing this, he felt a little headache: "If everything was as simple as you said, there would be no problems or difficulties in this world."

"Could it be that Dad doesn't know?" Yue Qiguang raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "You have time to worry here, why don't you find a way to contact that idiot No. 4444, she discovered those spiritual threads, just ask her?"

Everyone: "That's right."

Yue Qiguang glanced at Shen Changqing and the others next to him, and snorted, "This is called a professional thing. Leave it to a professional. Even a person like Dad who doesn't like to use his brain knows it. It's thanks to all of you who are self-proclaimed geniuses and are still complacent. ..."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone fell silent.

Yue Qiguang raised his eyebrows and said, "Look, none of you can refute your father, can you? Let me tell you, your father is your father..."

The words are not finished——

There was a "snap".

The line is broken.

Yue Qiguang frowned immediately: "Who cut off Dad's network cable?"

Shen Changqing, Sheng Qingyan...all remained silent.

At this moment, Yue Qiyuan said, "Dad cut it off."

Yue Qiguang: "Yue Qiyuan, you are courting death! How dare you stand in front of your father..."

Yue Qiyuan said quietly: "I've recorded it, and I'll send it to my parents later."

Yue Qiguang fell silent all of a sudden.

Yue Qiyuan didn't care about the retarded brother anymore, and asked, "Shen Changqing, have you contacted number 4444?"

Shen Changqing said: "I have already sent a message to classmate Ji You, waiting for a reply."

Yue Qiyuan thought for a while and said, "How about we do something ourselves? For example, spread some gossip among those foreigners?"

Now that everyone has decided to forge a 'container', then the news of this 'container' can no longer be hidden, it must be placed on the table and placed in the sun...

Shen Changqing smiled and said, "I think it's feasible."

Yue Qiyuan said: "You control the master switch of the network, and you do it."

Shen Changqing: "Yes."

Yue Qiguang didn't understand, and asked: "What kind of gossip are you going to spread? Is it useful? Will those colorful people listen to your gossip?"

Shen Changqing said: "It's not us who pass it on, but they pass it on to each other. People often like to believe their own eyes and listen to what they say..."

Yue Qiguang thought for a moment, since he couldn't figure it out, forget it, let others do it, and said: "Okay, you guys do it yourself, and if there is a fight later, call Dad."

talking.

He stood up again, staring at the monitor for a moment, ready to fight with a knife at any time.

the other side--

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