Chapter 1282

Zhang Lin immediately waved his hand and said: "No, even if Yang Lu didn't explain, I understand her meaning. She wants to hear if I have any instructions here, or if I should tell them what decisions to make after jumping into the Ghost Cave."

Everyone nodded in understanding; since Zhang Lin said this, it meant he had corresponding arrangements.

But immediately after, Zhang Lin said: "There are no arrangements, and there is no prior notification. After jumping down, everything depends on fate."

"Because of the existence of the imaginary space, that last hope comes from the connection of the imaginary space itself, assuming the Queen of Jingjue didn't make any other ingenious arrangements at the time."

"Under the urging of time, the imaginary space has very likely undergone corresponding changes. You might not understand if I say it this way, so let's just change the line of thought."

"The meaning is very clear: the changes brought about by the imaginary space itself led to an imbalance in the overall space, and there will always be some flawed places between the springboards."

After hearing this, everyone was in a daze. Wang Canghai turned his head abruptly, continuing to watch Zhang Lin.

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and Zhang Lin simultaneously announced the answer he had been doubting in his heart all along.

That's right, Zhang Lin saw through everything and knew what kind of ingenious arrangement the imaginary space itself was.

At this moment, Wang Canghai's heart sank to the bottom; the sandalwood teapot he was clutching in his hand instantly turned into a pile of debris.

This is Wang Canghai's own strength. Zhang Lin guessed correctly: over these years, Wang Canghai hasn't just been plotting schemes; he has also had corresponding improvements in physical coordination.

Otherwise, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to crush this teapot directly. But now, what use is all this? Wang Canghai understands very well that everything seems to be already under Zhang Lin's control.

If Zhang Lin doesn't loosen his grip, or if he still holds onto that naive thinking to do the things that follow, the result is imaginable.

Wang Canghai's palm clenched tight; even with those shards in his hand, no bloodstains could be seen.

The man in the suit looked at Wang Canghai's state at this time and couldn't help but ask: "Master, should we change our plan?"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Canghai's eyes. He thought very seriously about the suggestion the man in the suit proposed.

Perhaps he was right; if the plan doesn't undergo any changes at this time, the result they face afterward might be something they could never accept even if they died.

And now that the overall plan has lost its balance, under this premise, if Wang Canghai doesn't make a response,

then he is truly being led by the nose by Zhang Lin.

Little did he know that he had already fallen into Zhang Lin's rhythm. Zhang Lin can not only control the rhythm at the Crescent Hotel, but he can also control the rhythm of a person when targeting them.

In all situations, there must be a route that Zhang Lin planned in advance. Seemingly, he presents countless choices to his opponent, but in reality, he subtly guides the opponent, forcing them to take the route he planned.

This is also where Zhang Lin's brilliance lies.

Wang Canghai thought seriously for a long time, then shook his head, waved his hand, and said: "Proceed according to the original plan; continue the ambush outside."

The reason Wang Canghai did not change this plan is simply because he understands that the subordinates the man in the suit sent out are nothing more than the likes of Jack.

That kind of trash definitely can't do anything against Yang Lu, and he also wants to use this method to tell Zhang Lin that he has fallen into his rhythm.

Responding to the ever-changing with the unchanging is the best choice right now.

If Wang Canghai were to change a certain plan, it might trigger a chain reaction, and everything would slip out of Wang Canghai's control. He would never allow such a thing to happen.

The man in the suit nodded slightly; he did not retreat and still stood there quietly.

Wang Canghai looked at him deeply. The man in the suit was looking down at this time and did not see Wang Canghai's gaze. Otherwise, he would definitely have chosen to leave this room immediately.

The air pressure here was already very low, and the killing intent faintly revealed in Wang Canghai's eyes disappeared in an instant.

On the other side, in the second archaeological team, the news was relayed again. They also received that confirmed answer. Young Master Zhao curled his lips into a helpless smile at this moment.

He understands that the turning point Mr. Zhang mentioned must exist, but since it depends on fate,

it actually makes his psychological pressure a little less. Everything is luck; if he is lucky, he can survive, and if he is unlucky, then he can't blame the Heavens for not being favorable.

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhao's eyes were very determined. At this moment, everyone's attention was on Young Master Zhao, but they completely failed to notice Wang Kaixuan beside him.

Even Hu Bayi was looking at Young Master Zhao with an encouraging gaze.

Hu Bayi knew very clearly what Young Master Zhao needed to experience next, even if he didn't know what exactly existed in the Ghost Cave space.

But since the place below could become the prison of the Queen of Jingjue, it might really lead to hell, and under the circumstances of the overall connection of the imaginary space, he has now become a sacrifice.

……. ===== CHAPTER 1283 =====