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Yan Deng followed Yan Ji's strength and fell down the cave entrance, reached out and grabbed a section of the iron climbing frame, went down a few steps, and stood firmly.

Yan Ji supported the iron gate with his hands, and was about to stretch his legs in, when several weasels had already pounced on her.Yan Deng quickly drew a few strokes, and the two weasels fell down instantly without warning, and one still hooked Yan Ji's ponytail with its sharp claws, chirping and screaming.

"Foot left."

Hearing Yan Deng's voice, Yan Ji moved his feet to the left regardless of the weasel on his back.When her toes touched the iron ladder, she immediately bowed her head and let go of the hand against the iron door.

However, as expected, there was no rumbling sound of the falling iron door, Yan Ji raised her head in surprise, and suddenly met the chaotic eyes of the horned monster, and the stench of hot air sprayed on her face, bursting with stench.

Yan Ji waved subconsciously, before the horned monster could make a move, a weasel that jumped in suddenly hit the dagger directly, and blood splashed Yan Ji's face immediately.

Yan Deng shouted urgently: "Let go!"

Yan Ji hesitated for a moment, let go and leaned back.The hole was not deep, Yan Deng reached out to wrap her arms around her, and the two stumbled back a few steps.Yan Deng's back hit a sharp corner of the square platform behind him, and something fell to the ground accompanied by severe pain, making a soft sound of glass breaking.

"Bang!"

Yan Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look—a glass slag was shattered on the ground, and in the middle lay a strange plant, golden in color, with unusually soft branches. It was obviously a secret room without wind, but it swayed gently like seaweed in the water Shaking, like a living thing breathing.

Yan Deng pushed away the dazed Yan Ji, and rushed straight to the monster that jumped down from the cave.As the monster's claw-like giant feet fell, the entire underground cave shook violently, the walls trembled, and the stale smell of dust and rust rose in the air.

The monster was bitten by the weasel, and was gasping for breath. Seeing Yan Deng approaching him, he raised his hand to grab it without hesitation, and squeezed Yan Deng's shoulder.

The shoulder bones clucked unbearably, Yan Deng raised his hand expressionlessly, and his fingertips brushed the rough skin on the back of the monster's hand.

The goat horned monster suddenly trembled like an electric shock, then staggered and slammed into the wall behind it, hugging its head with two giant hands, and let out bursts of wailing and mournful voices.

Yan Deng covered his injured shoulder, stabilized his body and walked towards the monster. Suddenly, a hand was stretched out from behind her. Yan Ji stopped Yan Deng's waist and dragged her back: "Don't get close to it, it's too dangerous."

The huge body of the horned monster twisted wildly, hitting the wall and the ground continuously, and debris fell from the top.

Yan Deng broke Yan Ji's hand: "Release."

Yan Ji was not willing to listen, the goat-horned monster was going crazy right now, and it dented the mountain wall, even if a living person was punched, the whole body would not be able to survive.

"Yan Deng, there is a Taoist gate over there, let's go in first." Yan Ji dragged Yan Deng and walked in, "Let's contact Director Ying first."

Yan Deng stared at the horned monster and said, "Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates."

Yan Ji's heart sank, and he turned his head to look at the horned monster. Suddenly, he felt his soul trembling, and there was a buzzing in his ears, as if two people were arguing, the quarrel was so intense that it produced a kind of split personality Hallucinations, panic and anger on the one hand, and panic on the other.

It hurts.

Yan Ji could really feel it.

On the one hand, the desperate and painful emotions emanating from the horned monster made her empathize; on the other hand, the memory of the old man on the sheep farm screaming "there are ghosts and ghosts" at the top of his lungs before his death is still fresh in his memory.Yan Ji felt that he was about to split his mind.

She walked forward quickly, clenched the handwheel on the sealed door with both hands, and wanted to ease the atmosphere in her mouth, but she gritted her teeth because of the forceful expression on her face: "The spring breeze blows and regenerates...you still teach this in your economic book? Where did you hear this... ..."

Yan Deng leaned against the wall, estimating his own limit threshold in his heart to avoid overdrawing, after all, he still had a meth hidden in his body.

"Listen to you."

Yan Ji raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but he was not surprised, and said with a smile, "Was I so bad when I was young?"

The hand wheel on the sealed door turned, making the sound of mechanical gears opening and closing. Yan Ji pushed the door open, not noticing the change in Yan Deng's expression behind him.

Closing the airtight door again, the sheep-horned monster's emotions seemed to be cut off. Yan Ji heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his forehead, took out his mobile phone to check but found no signal: "Strange, this hole is not deep."

With the light of the mobile phone flashlight, Yan Ji noticed something strange.

This is not an underground cave, but a man-made basement. Tapping the wall makes a metallic sound, and slashing with a dagger, iron filings rustle down.

Yan Ji looked at it carefully, and immediately admired it a little bit: "It's so creative, it actually dug a big hole and buried a few containers in it."

Relying on his ability to see in the dark, Yan Deng looked around: "It's another laboratory. However, something is different."

"Why is it different?" Yan Ji stood on a test bench with his mobile phone in his hands, and was overjoyed when he saw the signal of the mobile phone jump out of a bar.But before she pressed the dial button, the signal disappeared again, and Yan Ji quickly raised her hand higher.

The mobile phone signal sometimes disappears, and Yan Ji's mood fluctuates when hooked, just like a scumbag who plays with girls' feelings: "Oh, the advertisement is really unbelievable. The space in this place is disordered, Director Ying wonders if it will be dangerous."

"Take care of yourself first." Yan Deng found an experiment notebook.

Yan Ji turned his head to look at her, and wanted to ask if you were jealous, but he hesitated to say, "I... don't you care about me..."

Yan Deng's ears were sharp, and he heard every word clearly: "Hmph."

Yan Ji pursed his lips and chuckled.

She sent a few text messages to Ying Zhao and Yang Shuhui respectively, and the small circles sent on behalf of them kept going around and around. She was really anxious after reading it, so she squatted on the experiment table and looked at Yan Deng's experiment diary: "What is written on it?"

"It should be some data records, in Persian, I can't understand." Yan Deng casually flipped through, "Time and space are the cornerstones of the world, in order to go back there, it has been looking for Jiuding, if there is anything else Power can flow from side to side, and it is impossible for Cornwall not to investigate."

Yan Ji could deeply feel Yan Deng's dislike for her mentor, even if it was a nickname, she was unwilling to mention it.

"Could it be because Persia has been at war?"

"You underestimated it too much. After instigating Qaboos to stage a coup, it is doing well in Central Asia."

Yan Ji didn't know who Qaboos was, but hearing the word coup d'etat, he knew that it must be a national shock and a change of dynasty.

Although there are many laboratory equipment and utensils, they are handled very cleanly. The two rummaged through and found a handwritten scripture.It seems that in order to show piety, it was transcribed in Persian, English, and Chinese.In addition to being fluent in Persian, English and Chinese are almost as horrible as children imitating paintings. After comparing Chinese and English, they can barely distinguish between them.

"The Hum bestowed by the gods is kind, and I salute all Humu, whether it grows on the top of a mountain, or in the depths of a valley, or is picked by a woman and hidden indoors."

Yan Ji and Yan Deng looked at each other, and both thought of the strange plants outside.The simple and heavy stone platform, the exquisite exotic utensils, and the golden branches that move automatically without wind.

"Could it be poppies or something?" Yan Ji immediately thought of drugs, and immediately became nervous, "Could it be that Diver has already used these things to control the high-level people? I hope I'm thinking too much."

Yan Deng flipped through the handwritten scriptures: "Your imagination is too barren."

Yan Ji asked with a good temper: "Tell me about it."

"What is poppy, but a drug addiction that destroys a person? A plant that tears and cuts space in a family and a country can annihilate the world without being aware of it."

Yan Ji said: "I don't think so, I'm talking about causality. Could it be that the spatial chaos in this place caused the appearance of this plant?"

Yan Deng didn't speak, and quickly flipped through the handwritten scriptures in front of him with one hand.

Yan Ji thought it was unreasonable, and made an arm gesture: "My hands are here, and my arms are here. If the space is cut, wouldn't it be a different place?"

Yan Deng raised his brows, pressed a certain passage of the handwritten scriptures with his right hand and read: "...the first time I used me as a drink, I made him blessed and gave birth to a boy named Jamshid. Cattle and sheep became the most prominent people among the people of the world. God gave him a scepter and a golden ring. When he was crowned king, he made animals and humans live forever, made rivers run endlessly, and made grass and trees never wither Dry, make food abundant, inexhaustible. There is neither severe cold nor heat, nor old age and death. The father is the same as the child, and the age does not seem to be more than fifteen..."

Yan Ji was startled, she had heard Wang Xiaoting read this passage, and she repeated it over and over again, as if possessed by a demon.

Yan Deng's eyes stopped on one line, and he said to himself, "Time."

Yan Ji didn't quite believe it: "Being able to control space and time is no different from God. By the way, Zoroastrianism is a dualistic mythology system of good and evil. There should be only one main god and one demon king. What kind of Lord's eye is this Hum?" Shroud of the Ark of the Covenant"

Yan Deng looked at ten lines at a glance, trying hard to distinguish the poor handwriting of the scribe.The next page says that the second and third people who drank Humu juice gave birth to sons without exception, and achieved extraordinary achievements.

"...the fourth drink of me, and I made his blessing, and you came down, O pure Zoroastrian..."

Zoroaster is the founder and leader of Zoroastrianism, both Zoroastrianism and Zoroastrianism.The content of the handwritten scriptures is obviously a dialogue between Zoroaster and Hum.

"Humu's anthropomorphism, or is there a Humu god?" Yan Ji dabbled in religious knowledge when he was learning to paint, "This form of dialogue seems to be quite common. Deaver made it up, and the director said that he is an expert in ancient Persian history, so it should be easy to make up this."

Yan Deng closed the page with his right hand, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Ji pulling out the latex tubes and wires from the experimental equipment: "These are worthless."

"You're getting more and more bad jokes." Yan Ji sighed helplessly, and wrapped the latex tube and wires around his arms, "That big guy outside, he can't do without being tied up."

As Yan Ji said, he walked to the sealed door and put his ear on the door to listen to the movement outside.Through the thick airtight door, the sound was blocked layer by layer, but instead came from the wall of the container next to it——

"Yan Ji."

Yan Ji was taken aback, and hurriedly approached the container wall.The call came again, yes, it was indeed the voice of Yingying.

Yan Ji frowned, this airtight door can be opened from the outside, and how can Director Ying be sure that he must be inside?

Just when Yan Ji was suspicious, the hand wheel on the sealed door turned slowly.