The Word Is Missing, I Am On A Business Trip To Another World

"Underground Sutra Hall!"

Mr. Gong said that the underground Buddhist scripture hall is a special place. There is a map inside, which is exactly the same as Shuzha's map.

That map involves the technology of an unknown civilization. It was discovered and excavated 20 years ago, but no useful clues have ever been cracked.

Unexpectedly, I found exactly the same starry sky map here.

It seems that these two places must be intrinsically related. Maybe, if they are confirmed in pairs, many unknown secrets will be revealed.

"Let's go back to the Sutra Collection Hall."

Tang Tingyun waved his hand, calling everyone to prepare to leave the small world of the altar.

He created a piece of spiritual consciousness and injected it into the divine energy of Qiongqi and Luanniao, leaving an "eye."

Then I said goodbye to the elf Tintin and Maomao, and if there is a chance, we will meet again someday.

Finally, he rose into the air and overlooked the entire small world of the altar.

"To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. This place will definitely come back!"

"Follow up!"

Tang Tingyun moved and disappeared into the large ring above the altar.

"Swish, swish..."

Everyone took to the air one after another, filed in, and returned to Tianlu Library.

Everyone left, and silence returned to the altar.

Outside the transparent barrier, the crows who had witnessed everything turned around collectively and dispersed into the void in all directions, as if they had received useful information.

Suddenly, a black crack appeared in the void, as if the space was torn apart, and a figure slowly walked out of it.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a black robe, his head hidden in the hood, his facial features cannot be seen clearly, giving people a mysterious and unfathomable feeling.

"The repopulation plan has been completed and darkness has begun. Goodbye - Earth."

Jie Jie laughed.

The black shadow instantly disappeared at the end of the void.

Tianlu Library and underground scripture collection hall.

A group of people stood in the main hall, looking up at the large and small golden oracle bone fragments.

Sure enough, the golden oracle bones stopped rotating and stood still. All the mysterious talismans disappeared and became dull.

Tang Tingyun, Xiao Long, and Zhu Ying hurriedly took out the Juan Yi book in the palace and opened the pages. They were dumbfounded - there was no text and the pages were blank.

Everyone continued to turn the page, but it was still blank, and when they turned it again, it was still blank, and it was still blank.

Yao Ju also joined in and turned over the book.

Everyone opened other books, different books, more books, but the result was the same, the words were lost.

Tang Tingyun gasped and collapsed on the ground. Everyone opened hundreds of books. In the end, their hands were a little numb, but they still didn't see the familiar black square characters.

Tang Tingyun felt strange in his heart. He usually liked reading, but looking at the blank books scattered all over the floor, he felt familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Familiarity refers to the books he has read, while unfamiliarity refers to the large amount of blank spaces that constantly impact his visual nerves.

Suddenly, he felt that he couldn't remember how to write some words. The glyphs are very vague, and the frame structure is even more unclear.

At first, he thought it was normal that he couldn't remember the glyphs he didn't use often. But when he thought of the three words "Special Bureau", his head suddenly went blank!

He can't write these three words.

Yes, he can't write!

Because there is no impression of these words in his impression.

Did he suddenly suffer from amnesia and forget? !

He thought about it, and although he didn't believe that he would suffer from amnesia, he still had no impression.

This - words... shouldn't they also disappear from the brain? !

"Xiao Long,"

"Here, Team Tang!"

"Special Bureau, how do you write these three words?"

"Special Bureau..."

There was silence for a while, Xiao Long stopped talking and thought seriously...

"Hey, Captain Tang, I'm a little embarrassed. I guess I got stuck instantly. I forgot to write the words "Special Bureau". Sorry, sorry."

Xiao Long's face was red and he looked very uncomfortable.

"What kind of brain do you have?! Shuailong, if you can't write the three words "Special Bureau" - as a member of the "Special Bureau", who will believe it if you say it?"

The black head shook his head, watching the excitement was not too big a deal, and ran against Xiao Long.

Neither can he? Tang Tingyun's heart sank, and he turned to the others behind him and said, "Can you write?"

"Tch, Captain Tang, are you kidding me?" Zhu Ying smiled and said, "Isn't what you asked a bit nonsensical?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Maodou suddenly said: "Wait a minute! I forgot how to write these three words? I have no memory?"

Director Yao spoke silently. He seemed to have forgotten how to write.

Heitou looked at Yao Ju and was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, old man, are you just joking? If young people don’t like learning and are not positive, that’s fine. How can you not be reliable when you speak?

What's so difficult about this, isn't it just three words? Even if it's not human, its memory is unparalleled.

These three words are written like this——

…

The place was quiet. Everyone looked at Black Head, waiting for him to make a statement.

After a long time, I heard the black head slowly turning his neck: "I'm sorry, I admit that I spoke too early. I guess you all led me astray..."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"

Maodou shouted anxiously.

"Hmm - this is it. I forgot to write it too."