Chapter 920: They Are All Skins

Chen Ya left the Stargate base, and the fleet naturally moved away, but the sacrificial hall was still surrounded.

The star gate priestess walked out of the sacrificial hall slowly, looked at the believers who were stopped in the distance, and knew that the military would not do anything for the time being, but who knew what would happen in the future?

On the farther horizon, the instructors and students of the Military Department of Stargate University controlled more than a hundred heavy-duty mechs, standing there silently, like countless hills.

They are not used to suppress the fanatical believers who are demonstrating, but are preparing to leave this planet and go to the Scorpion Tail Nebula.

The battleship loaded those heavy mechs like a mother bird with arms outstretched, and then soared into the air, breaking through the atmosphere to enter a higher-level battleship.

The turf that had just been repaired a few days ago was lifted up again, exposing the white broken bones inside.

According to many rumors, there are many monster remains buried in the Sea of ​​Dark Things in this grassland. This is indeed true, but since those broken bones are white, they naturally belong to humans.

If you look at the sacrificial hall from that battleship, you should be able to see that the white bones also form a number.

The battleship turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the dark universe. Whether it was the teachers and students of the Stargate University's logistics office or the believers who came to demonstrate and protest, they all waved to that side.

I heard that there is a space crack in the Scorpion Tail Nebula, and the Star Core Fleet is recruiting powerful armor for ablation. I hope that those brave fighters can complete their mission as soon as possible and return safely.

The star gate priestess did not watch the battleship, but stared blankly at the white broken bones on the grassland in the distance, her face getting paler and paler.

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Is this a miracle or a sign of divine punishment?

Similar pictures have appeared in various places in the universe, and everyone who knows the meaning of those numbers is waiting for that day to come.

Some people who are good at strategy and extremely calm have already begun to think about what will happen after that day.

Unlike Zhao Layue, Tong Yan didn't have that kind of blind confidence in Jing Jiu, and she didn't intend to be like her, if the moment really came, she would throw her sword and kill her.

He made enough preparations to find the Shen family's old house, and naturally he wanted to finish this matter. The unimaginably large three-dimensional chess game in the pavilion could indeed confuse him for a long time, but it couldn't stop him.

The old man wearing a hat looked at the bag on the table, sighed helplessly, opened the channel of the formation, and led him through the long stone steps to the house in the deepest part of the cloud.

The door of the house opened without wind, Tong Yan walked in behind the old man with the hat, and saw more old men with the hat.

Some old people with hats are playing chess with themselves.

Some old people with hats were boiling water to make tea, staring at themselves in a daze.

Some old people with hats and hats took a hard bamboo broom to clean the bamboo leaves falling on the bluestone.

Some old people with hats painted against the lattice windows on the white wall, but they were themselves on the canvas.

I believe that if you take off those hats, you should see the same, simple and ugly face full of wrinkles.

Apart from these old hats, no one could be seen in the entire Shen family's old house. There was a strange smell in the sound of tea boiling, the sound of brushes brushing paper, and the sound of bamboo leaves sliding.

If she could appreciate and perceive this smell, or it would be of great help to her cultivation, Tong Yan continued walking towards the depths of the house without stopping.

The old man in the hat was a little surprised at first, and asked after him, "Didn't you notice anything different?"

This sentence is a simple pun, but Tong Yan did not answer literally, but said: "They are all replicants."

Duplicants are not cyborgs, and are strictly prohibited illegal activities in the Galaxy Alliance. Although there are no police stations, courts, or various ethics committees on this planet, Patriarch Qingshan is the existence above all things, but it is wrong after all.

There is nothing different in the depths of the house. There are still old people wearing hats everywhere. If you let your imagination run wild, you can even think of this place as a nursing home. Hats and simple clothes are the uniforms of this nursing home.

Going all the way to the end of the house, seeing the huge white wall engraved with gods, demons, dragons and phoenixes, Tong Yan didn't find the trace he wanted to see - the trace of a woman.

There is no mistress in the Shen family's old house, and there is not even a person surnamed Shen. It turned out that the son named Shen Yunbu was so lonely and pitiful.

Tong Yan stood in front of the huge white wall in silence for a while, then turned around and walked to the side yard along the path under the wall.

There is a building with flying eaves in the side yard. The old man who has been following him introduced it as a museum. It is said that the remains of ancient civilizations excavated and restored by Patriarch Qingshan from Zuxing will be transported back here for preservation.

"That is the real ancient Ming Dynasty, not the age of gods." The old man said with pride: "That is the true root of our humanity."

He is different from other old hat hats, he is not a clone but a biochemical human, but he also regards himself as a part of human beings.

No wonder he was intimidated by Tong Yan with a handbag in the Shandao Chess Pavilion.

It doesn't matter if the Shen family's old house is destroyed, it doesn't matter if the formation outside the house is destroyed, it doesn't matter if the night-level strongmen guarding the old house die, it doesn't matter even if the planet is destroyed, the things in this museum cannot be destroyed.

There are extremely precious ancient relics in this museum, which may be paintings, books, game consoles, or figurines.

If it were any other time, Tong Yan would of course walk into the museum, lingering, not knowing the taste of meat in March, but today he has something to do, so he turned to the pool with unimaginable self-control.

In front of the museum, there is a small square with a fountain, a few big trees by the pool, and a few benches in the middle of the trees.

Tong Yan walked to a bench.

An old man with a hat was also sitting on the bench.

Tong Yan put the bag on the ground beside her feet and said, "If I dig your roots, will it hurt you?"

The old man raised his head, his eyes were extremely calm, like a pool at the end of Xijianxi.

In terms of appearance and body structure, this old man is the same as all the old people in the Shen family's old house, there is no difference.

But the eyes said it all.

Tong Yan felt very clearly that someone was looking at her from a very distant place, through the old man's eyes.

There is no doubt that that person is Patriarch Qingshan who lives far away on the ancestral star—as expected of the human being with the strongest spiritual consciousness in the past and present, who can transmit consciousness here even after countless light-years.

Patriarch Qingshan asked: "Your confidence?"

Tong Yan said calmly, "I'm the only one left in the Zhongzhou faction."

Patriarch Qingshan was silent for a while, then said, "What do you want?"

Tong Yan said, "I want your son."

Patriarch Qingshan said calmly: "I don't know where he is at this time, so no one can find him."

Tong Yan looked into the eyes of the old man with hat and said, "You don't know how to throw stones."

Whether it is Patriarch Qingshan or other ascenders, if you throw a stone hard, it will definitely be thrown out of the atmosphere, and no one will know where the stone will eventually fly to the universe.

The problem is that there must be a purpose in doing everything. Patriarch Qingshan didn't kill Shen Yunbu directly, he just wanted to keep him useful, so how could he not leave a way to contact the black battleship?

Patriarch Qingshan said: "I set a wake-up time for that child."

Tong Yan said, "How long?"

Patriarch Qingshan said: "Three hundred years."

Tong Yan was silent for a long time, and said: "Then I can only hope that he set the alarm clock for himself."

Patriarch Qingshan was a little interested and asked, "Do you think he put the alarm clock in the old house?"

Feeling the fluctuation of the breath in the distance, Tong Yan suddenly said: "I want to find it quietly."

The arrival of a stranger in the Shen family's old house naturally alarmed the strong Star River Alliance defenders.

Countless white turbulent streams arose in the blue sky, which was a symbol of the formation of the physical isolation net. At the same time, several extremely powerful breaths were coming, and it only took a few breaths to reach the top of the mountain.

"Okay, I'll give you half an hour." The old man in the hat on the bench closed his eyes after saying this.

This means that Patriarch Qingshan, who is far away in Zu Xing, accepted Tong Yan's conditions.

Until many years later, no one knew whether Patriarch Qingshan made this choice because he was worried that the remains of human civilization in the museum would be blown into nothingness by Tong Yan, or whether this old Shen family house really entrusted him with a lot of affection.

Those powerful auras stayed outside the mountain and did not continue to approach the Shen family's old house, probably because of the patriarch's decree.

Tong Yan was not satisfied with this situation, because he didn't like looking for things under the gaze of others, so he lifted the luggage bag in his hand.

Several night-enduring experts in the sky flew away at the fastest speed, pulled out several straight cloud lines, and soon came to the outside of the planet.

Tong Yan turned around and looked at the rather naive fountain mouth in the pool, then shook her head suddenly, with the corners of her lips slightly curled up to reveal an innocent smile, and jumped to the other side of the pool.

He raised his right foot and stepped heavily on the ground. The bluestone slabs on the ground spread out in all directions like a paper shell blown by the wind.

He had been walking in the old house for so long, exploring the formation, and finally determined that this was the eye of the formation.

The bluestone slab was opened, revealing a deep, dark passage. The water from the fountain dripped down along the cracks in the slate, making a dripping sound, which was subtly blended with the sound of the countdown to the bomb in the luggage bag.

He carried his luggage and went to the end of the passage, his clothes fluttering in the wind, like a fairy, and it didn't take long for him to reach the depths of the mountain.

This is a very large cave, the air is filled with the smell of cold, on the stone wall you can faintly see several feet of snow and frost, it is somewhat similar to Shangde Peak in Qingshan.

In fact, this place is just an icehouse. There are many plastic bags hanging above the stone wall. It looks like bats resting upside down, exuding a weird and terrible smell.

From the outer skin of the transparent plastic bag, one can faintly see that the things inside are human-shaped, with a light flesh color.