Mystery Makes Me Strong

The outskirts of Dongzhou capital.

The underground base of the Inspectorate's Headquarters.

Under the leadership of a group of people, Wen Rensheng was able to enter the mysterious experimental field after going through numerous gates and multiple inspections.

After the rapid development of modern weapons, the deep underground began to be linked with safety and secrecy. After all, no matter how strong the buildings on the ground are, they cannot resist mushrooms and those powerful weapons.

But if the influence of modern weapons is excluded, the underground is actually very dangerous, landslides, flooding, poisonous formation gases... From the perspective of survival, living underground is much more dangerous than on the ground.

This experimental field is a circular stepped auditorium with high sides and low center.

A thick ancient book is placed on the high platform in the center.

It is about a punch thick, dark yellow in color, and on the cover, there are some burnt marks and some fresh blood.

The seats on the four sides of the ladder were full of people, men, women, young and old, all dressed in different styles, probably from all over Dongzhou.

There is a diary on everyone's seat, and someone is writing and drawing on it.

Wen Rensheng could tell at a glance the usefulness of these people—it was for telling stories to that strange book.

"Why not use computers and big data?" Wen Rensheng asked an experimenter who brought him in.

"No, we tried it, and it doesn't recognize any machine voice. To be authentic, it must be a story told by a person, and this strange book will recognize it." The experimenter replied friendly.

Then Wen Rensheng was arranged in the front row, sitting with several old gentlemen.

Wen Rensheng sensed it, and found that it was impossible to confirm the degree of cultivation of these old gentlemen, and he was probably not a master, but also close to a master.

However, most Grandmasters have special cutting-edge projects, and they can't spare time to research these temporary mysterious items, unless it is very important.

Presumably, these old gentlemen have special mysterious protections on them, the kind that can resist prophecy and detection.

The McCann people can also create a Schrödinger's cat to counter the big prophecy. Of course, the Inspectorate has already had similar precautions. This is the spear and the shield. The two sides are constantly upgrading and never ending. Whoever stagnates will be reduced hit.

At this time, the experimenter walked up to the stage.

"Aiming at the grotesque object No. 23, the 772nd experiment has started. Now let me briefly explain that after the book is opened, the person who opened it needs to tell a story. If the story told satisfies it, it will answer the person who opened it. Problem. If it is not satisfied, it will eat the opener, but we have safeguards in place, and we can use a kind of pass-through, so that the next person will continue to tell it the story until it is satisfied."

When Wen Rensheng heard this, he knew in his heart that there were thousands of people in this conference, how could there be a story that would satisfy the other party.

It's just that the stories are long and short, unless everyone prepares short and concise stories, otherwise, the time will be very long.

Thinking of this, he had a feeling that the Inspectorate suddenly approved his application for the strange book experiment, did he want to hold him back and prevent him and his family from participating in the next two alien births?

It is very possible that those guys must be afraid of their own charm, worried that they will snatch the two precious new alien species away.

After all, I am not a member of their system. It is very generous for the inspector to let one out.

Wen Rensheng didn't think that the Inspectorate's doing this was a scheming game. On the contrary, it should be because the other party was concerned about his own face, so he was so devious.

It's not good for them to ask themselves. Next time a new alien species takes the initiative to vote, they must refuse. Saying something like that will damage the previous tacit understanding and good relationship between the two parties.

It can be seen that his status is getting higher and higher.

And he understands that.

Moreover, he felt that the inspectors thought too much, and he didn't care about what he said directly, because he was always a reasonable person.

Those new alien species were located by the Inspectorate himself, and they are on the land of Dongzhou, so they naturally have ownership. If they can get the chance to be born, it is very good to raise their family members.

The coming of the Illusory Seed before was really an adventure, not something he did intentionally.

Besides, he still has two custom-made alien species that he has not used. If the strange phantom seed and the mysterious seed cooperate tacitly, he can consider whether to activate two more.

At this time, the experimenter had already opened the strange book.

Seeing this, Wen Rensheng suppressed the scheming of these people, and concentrated his energy in front of his eyes.

He quickly recalled many jokes, novels, and famous short essays he had read in his previous life.

This strange book contains a wealth of knowledge, which complements his mysterious seed.

It would be best if it could be absorbed.

As the experimenter slowly opened it, a human face appeared on the strange book.

He was an ancient man with the appearance of a scholar, with a dignified appearance, polite and polite, with a tall crown and a broad belt, very elegant.

Who would have thought it would eat people?

"Brother, it's been a long night and I don't want to sleep. Do you have a good story to share?" The scholar said with a smile while holding a scroll titled "Gold|Ping|Plum".

The eyes of the experimenter, as well as the eyes of everyone, were all looking at the book in his hand.

"Oh, oh, sorry, I took the wrong one, it should be this one." The scholar cupped his hands, and the scroll in his hand immediately changed its name to "Shangshu".

Wen Rensheng knows a little allusion in "Shangshu", which is said to be a fake work by later generations, and there are many disputes. He is not an archaeologist, so he doesn't know much about it.

The experimenter said in a deep voice: "You are welcome, brother. I have a good story to share. A long time ago, there was a frog..."

"Wait, I want to hear people's stories." The scholar refused.

"Well, a long, long time ago, there was a frog who cultivated into adults..."

"Wait, I hope there is a rich girl in the story..."

"That's right, a long time ago, there was a frog who became a wealthy family..."

"Why do you always start with a frog?" The scholar began to feel dissatisfied.

Wen Rensheng smiled slightly, it seems that the experimenters are testing the bottom line of this strange book.

"Of course it's because the frog is a universal container that can contain many, many stories." The experimenter said calmly.

The scholar didn't speak for a while, then stared at the experimenter.

It took him a long time before he said: "Go on, but if I guess what you want to say, you will die."

His voice turned cold.

The experimenter was still unhurried: "There is also a white snake who has cultivated to become a scholar. Whenever a frog and a white snake meet, one of them will definitely enter the other's stomach. The story unfolds from here..."

There was a little smile on the scholar's face.

Then a story that mixed with love, suspense, slaps in the face, anti-slaps in the face, routines, anti-routines, ups and downs, and endless stories began to be told like this.

The frog fell in love with the white snake, but the frog's father was a monk. He could raise a frog to collect treasures, but he couldn't raise a white snake that might eat him at any time.

In short, the story is abusive.

The scholar who evolved from the strange book became more and more satisfied with what he heard.

The story was told for more than two hours.

Wen Rensheng fell asleep...

"Very well, you can ask me a question. If I can't answer it, I will do something for you." The scholar unfolded the volume of "Shangshu" in his hand and began to record the story he just heard.

Maybe he wants to write it down in the cracks of the book.