Chapter 3084

This is the main reason the Wang Wang Canghai Society has made this kind of choice right now—both possibilities exist, but no matter which one it is, Zhang Lin doesn't want to dig into it too deeply anymore.

Regardless of the choice, the answer is the only one there is. From Zhang Lin's perspective, he only sees one thing: Wang Canghai simply doesn't want to talk to him about those events from back then.

Based on this point, Zhang Lin is quite disappointed in Wang Canghai, but since she has already chosen to bear all of this, Zhang Lin naturally won't waste any more words.

Zhang Lin has made it very clear these past few times—just tell Wang Canghai to be ready to accept his fate, nothing else.

Yet Wang Canghai still has that unyielding temperament, constantly searching for opportunities to turn things around, trying every possible way to convince himself he can salvage everything.

But in Zhang Lin's view, Wang Canghai is nothing but indulging in a fool's dream. If Wang Canghai has brought things to this state and the other party can still find hope of turning things around, it would only prove that Zhang Lin is truly incompetent.

Clearly, through such a long period of contact, even Wang Canghai has determined that Zhang Lin is by no means an incompetent person. On the contrary, he is the most formidable opponent Wang Canghai has encountered in three hundred years, aside from the King of Ten Thousand Slaves.

This point can be reflected in the current mural—Wang Canghai never in his wildest dreams expected that what the mural revealed would be this answer.

Others seeing the mural might have no other thoughts, only feeling that the two murals have merged into one, achieving a progressive layering effect—truly stunning!

But after Wang Canghai saw that figure, he was basically stunned. He directly enlarged the image, then pressed pause.

At the same time, he examined every corner of the mural, not wanting to miss any detail. Wang Canghai feared that if he overlooked something, his perception would be skewed again.

Right now, Wang Canghai is already very clear on that answer—what the mural reveals is plainly just a lead-in.

Through this mural, Wang Canghai is quite certain that things inside Tiangong may have changed now. After the King of Ten Thousand Slaves entered the Qingtong Sect, a small number of people from Eastern Xia came here and opened up this place. Of course, the hot springs likely formed later—if not for the smell of hot springs and sulfur, and that fox.

Archaeological Team One probably wouldn't have reached the lower levels either.

But on second thought, Wang Canghai felt something was off. At first, Zhang Lin used this matter to tell Archaeological Team One that going down or not was fine, but in Zhang Lin's judgment, he might have already sensed some clues long ago.

Under this premise, Zhang Lin could have predicted everything in advance, just like the current situation. Thinking of this, Wang Canghai couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At first, when Zhang Lin said he could investigate those past events on his own, Wang Canghai wasn't that convinced, and didn't even take it seriously.

But now Wang Canghai understands—this is absolutely no joke. Perhaps at first he also felt this matter was perfectly reasonable.

He just didn't think Zhang Lin would carry it out so quickly. But now the facts are right before Wang Canghai's eyes, leaving no room for him to have even the slightest other thought.

Zhang Lin is using this reality to tell the other party that he intends to push this matter forward this fast. Now through the mural he has seen the King of Ten Thousands Slaves—this is definitely not a simple sign. One must know that in all previous mural records, the figure of the King of Ten Thousand Slaves had never appeared.

Not even a silhouette was possible.

This is also what Wang Canghai himself thought just now—this matter has sent him a very clear signal. At any moment, the King of Ten Thousand Slaves' face might appear on various murals. Wang Canghai initially believed he understood the situation inside Tiangong very well.

But now Wang Canghai is no longer certain of this answer. He doesn't know whether he truly understands the real situation, nor does he believe he can control everything. At least in the current situation, Wang Canghai is at a loss, completely unsure which way to go next.

Wang Canghai took another deep breath. After shaking his head, a self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself that this must be the result Zhang Lin wanted to see. Zhang Lin must now be trying to imagine the expression on his face, and had also anticipated he would react this way.

Perhaps Wang Canghai now simply cannot let Zhang Lin see him in such a dispirited state—he must maintain composure and calm. No matter what happens afterward, at least Wang Canghai won't let Zhang Lin be so smug.

And the answer Zhang Lin initially imagined has now reached a third outcome. This means Wang Canghai isn't unable to tell him those past events on a practical level—it's just that he can't get past it in his heart. He hates Zhang Lin, with a hatred beyond all bounds.

So Wang Canghai absolutely cannot betray his inner thoughts—wouldn't that make him a two-faced scoundrel?

Actually, he simply hasn't seen through the fact that he was already a scoundrel to begin with, so one more time doesn't matter. But this kind of thinking is limited only to Zhang Lin's current situation.

At the very least, he won't say this to Wang Canghai. He knows that if he tells Wang Canghai this thought and lets the other party confirm this answer, things won't develop the way Zhang Lin hopes, but will backfire instead.

Just then, Wu Yazhuan felt the time was about right. She suddenly handed the phone to Wu Tianzhen, who had still been in a state of shock and amazement.

When he saw Wu Ya handing the phone over, he didn't hesitate. He instinctively took the phone, saw the message on it, and instinctively nodded to indicate he understood.

Actually, this was also the result Wu Tianzhen had anticipated before. In his view, this was a standard answer—if Mr. Zhang truly wanted to convey these results to him, it wouldn't be now, but rather at the New Moon Restaurant.

After all, Mr. Zhang isn't serving the two archaeological teams twenty-four hours a day, and even when he was at the New Moon Restaurant, he had no such obligation.

All of this is purely Mr. Zhang's own initiative, so they have no right to put forward any corresponding conditions. Whatever Mr. Zhang says, they carry out without reservation.

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