Stop In The Deep Sea

Seeing Brother Scar wandering away, Wang Xin used his fingering skills to wake up the old scholar.

"Young man, thank you for helping me out. I have remembered this. However, I must go to the scientific research institute tonight." The old scholar just woke up and cried with a frown.

"Old man, there are some things I shouldn't talk about, but I can tell you that if you insist on going, your life will be in danger."

"Then go!" The old scholar continued with firm eyes: "Someone has stolen the experimental data, which may cause irreparable disaster to the deep-sea base!"

Speaking of this, Wang Xin saw reluctance in his eyes. It is estimated that the old man had followed the team to build in the deep sea very early. He seemed to have a different kind of emotion for this glass base, just like his own child.

"Okay, in that case, help me to the end, and I'll send you there."

He carried the old man on his back, used Qigong, avoided the main road of the deep sea base, and galloped all the way from the top of the building.

The old scholar was very surprised and kept sighing that there are people in this world who can practice ancient martial arts to such an extent. If everyone can do this, there is no need to worry about the future of China.

The destination was reached in a few minutes.

On the way, he didn't see the "big move" mentioned by the scarred man. It was estimated that the Mimicry Alliance had just emerged and he didn't dare to be too high-profile.

Back in the villa, the sky was gradually getting brighter.

Wang Xin told Xiaoyue what had just happened.

Only then did Dai Xingyue realize where her stockings were being used, and she was immediately ashamed. Since she met Wang Xin, why do these things always happen that make her blush and heartbeat?

But Wang Xin, who had a dull head, didn't notice Xiao Yue's emotions at all. Instead, he was a little complacent about the smart move of wearing stockings and wearing a headband.

"In the Mimicry Alliance, there seems to be a person named Cheng who has a high status in the organization."

Dai Xingyue heard this and ran through this surname in his mind. The surname Cheng was rarely seen on weekdays, and then said: "I remember that among the first batch of transplant recipients, there was a young man named Cheng Ye. It is said that his neuron matching level is very high, no worse than Quan Henan, and it caused quite a stir in the mimicry circle at that time."

"Cheng Ye?..." Wang Xin wrote down the name. "Things are getting a little difficult. Tomorrow Brother Scar said he would take me to see this Cheng Ye. A little trick like silk stockings can be used to deceive Brother Scar. I guess Cheng Ye will definitely not be able to pass the test."

Dai Xingyue nodded: "Brother Scar, I have seen your appearance when I came to investigate in the morning. When your identity is revealed, they may make things difficult for you."

"That's right." Wang Xin agreed.

Dai Xingyue stood up and went to the bookcase nearby, opened the bottom drawer, took out a small jar from it, and said to Wang Xin:

"This is the secret medicine of our Miao people. It can slightly change your appearance, but remember, it can only last for about two hours. After the time is up, you must wash it off with water, otherwise the beauty bugs inside will corrode your skin."

Wang Xin took the bottle and felt that the Miao people were really a mysterious nation. They not only mastered ancient witchcraft, but also refined these weird secret medicines.

"You...must get involved in the Mimic Alliance?" Xiao Yue didn't understand Wang Xin's actions.

She had clearly told Wang Xin that the internal structure of the Mimicry Alliance was very complex, and the network of characters involved was quite large. Even if Wang Xin could not stand them, with his own strength, he could hit a rock with an egg, or block a car with a mantis' arms.

Ordinary people hide and fear that it will be too late. Isn't this causing trouble for themselves?

In fact, Wang Xin doesn't want to do this. He belongs to the kind of character who makes a fortune silently. On weekdays, it is better to do less than to do more.

But current signs indicate that things are by no means as simple as Xiaoyue thought. He once deduced that the elastic mithril that suddenly appeared might not belong to Blue Star, but came from outside the territory.

A few days ago, I saw in Yuxi's memory fragments that there seemed to be a similar scene thousands of years ago, where a group of very weird and terrifying creatures were killing humans.

The equipment of these terrifying creatures is so sophisticated that they obviously do not belong to the ancient martial arts era where technology was basically zero. It is really hard not to think of the topic of "interstellar invasion".

So far, the information humans have about extraterrestrial life is still only in the stage of speculation and hypothesis, without a shred of effective evidence.

If one day, the Mimics transplanted with elastic mithril suddenly become like those poor deep-sea creatures in Dr. Nie's laboratory, they have no independent consciousness and can only rely on their body functions to wander aimlessly in the deep sea. Wandering, then humans will not even have the qualifications to regret.

Wang Xin is not a big shot, not that aloof. He just wants to understand the context of the matter and grasp the trends in the upcoming crisis to protect himself.

"Don't worry, I will protect myself. Thank you for your concern."

After hearing what Dai Xingyue said, Wang Xin thought that Xiaoyue was worried about him, and even showed off his biceps to show his strength.

"Who cares about you, you narcissist?" Dai Xingyue picked up the tissue on the table and threw it over, rolling his eyes and scolding with a smile.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Wang Xin received a shipping notice, which showed that a package had been compiled and was on its way. He estimated that it was something he asked his brother Nie Yang to buy on land, plus the time it took the freight staff to sort it. , it is estimated that it will be available in two days.

Sure enough, while washing up, I received a call from Nie Yang.

"I said Lao Wang, why did you buy so many weird things, such as dried chrysanthemum leaves, donkey mane, lime, and even green brick powder? Do you know that the entire ancient buildings in Lu'an City have been After it was demolished, I went to other cities to find such a small piece of blue brick. You stopped practicing Qigong and switched to elixir, right?"

Although Nie Yang said this, there was no complaint in his tone, just pure curiosity.

"No, I have encountered some things. I will tell you in detail when I have some time to spare." Wang Xin responded. The matter of resurrecting the black cat cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. We will discuss it in detail later. .

In the eyes of ordinary people, his recent experiences may be even more difficult to accept than a fantasy.

"Okay, take good care of yourself over there. If you are short of money, go directly to my old man's place to get it. Don't let anyone see each other." Nie Yang instructed.

Wang Xin suddenly felt warm in his heart.

It's not because of money, but because when I go out, there are still people thinking about me.

The two chatted for a while, and Nie Yang hurriedly hung up the phone. From the conversation, he could tell that his ancient martial arts had made great progress, and he seemed to have reached the threshold of extinction. The old boxer was also surprised by this and made a plan for him. Developed a more perverted training plan.

Wang Xin was happy from the bottom of his heart that Nie Yang's cultivation level had improved, but at the same time, he couldn't help but sigh: It's different to have a master to guide him.

You know, it took him nearly three years to break through the realm of extinction by groping his way through cultivation.