Chapter 602

Two years ago, when Li Li Banfeng left Medicine King Ditch for the first time, he walked along the border of Mazhu Mountain.

While he was studying the border line, he saw a man in white riding a crane, crashing directly into the border line.

That crane and the man claimed to have been in seclusion for twenty years and already possessed unimaginable means, but as a result, when they flew to the border line, they all turned into ash.

At that time, Li Li Banfeng thought something was wrong with their brains. Who would have thought he would see them again today.

The man in white looked in Li Li Banfeng's direction for a while, saw nothing, and then lowered his head to look for food.

Li Li Banfeng didn't see clearly what food he was looking for, only seeing him pick up things from time to time and stuff them into his mouth.

The white crane's attention was focused on Li Li Banfeng. He also couldn't see Li Li Banfeng; not only couldn't he see him, he couldn't touch him either, but he could clearly perceive Li Li Banfeng's position.

He couldn't get entangled with them right now. This was Li Li Banfeng's first time walking through a wormhole, so he didn't dare to linger. He walked quickly along the path under his feet.

The white crane was left behind. Li Li Banfeng walked for less than another minute and saw a gaunt man.

Li Li Banfeng had never seen such a thin person in his life. He had seen many people starve to death at Sea-Eating Ridge, and those who starved to death had more flesh on their bodies than he did.

This man was lying on the ground frantically looking for food. Li Li Banfeng finally saw clearly what they were actually eating.

On the pitch-black ground, some flocculent matter was growing, looking like black moss.

Among these flocculent matters, some earthworm-like worms as thick as chopsticks were moving. The man grabbed all these flocculent matters and worms and swallowed them into his stomach together.

His ravenous appearance reminded Li Li Banfeng of a friend. The way that friend ate was very similar to his current movements.

The white crane followed from behind again and asked the gaunt man: "Little brother, don't be in such a hurry to eat. Do you feel like someone has come nearby?"

The man shook his head and didn't speak.

The white crane asked toward the distance again: "Miss, do you perceive that someone has come?"

A figure stood in the distance, also peering toward Li Li Banfeng's direction.

She seemed to be able to perceive Li Li Banfeng, but she never opened her mouth.

Li Li Banfeng continued to walk forward until the path in the dust reached its end. Li Li Banfeng's figure disappeared into the light.

The woman standing in the distance finally spoke: "That person seems to have left already."

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The crane sighed, turned its head, and looked at the gaunt man frantically foraging: "Little brother, try not to eat the worms. You can't chew those worms; once they enter your stomach, they become small worms, and the more you eat, the hungrier you get."

The gaunt man put down the moss and worms in his hand, fumbled for a simple telephone from his bosom, and dialed out once again.

Li Li Banfeng returned to Mazhu Mountain and appeared more than ten meters away from the border line.

He had successfully crossed the boundary. The phonograph jumped with joy: "Husband, it's done, this time it's really done!"

Li Li Banfeng nodded, took out the boundary switch given to him by the old train, temporarily closed a small section of the boundary, and returned to his wife's side.

"Husband, Little Slave is so happy!" The phonograph sucked Li Li Banfeng's head into the horn and spun around several times.

Li Li Banfeng was also happy, but his mood was not quite the same as last night.

"Husband, what's wrong?" His wife noticed that Li Li Banfeng's condition was not right.

Li Li Banfeng picked up the phonograph: "Precious wife, let's talk when we get home."

After entering the Leaving Suishenju, Li Li Banfeng recounted his experience: "Wife, I saw people in the wormhole, and I have seen this person before."

His wife pondered for a moment and shook her head slightly: "This situation is hard to say..."

She took out a blueprint, drew a river, drew a bridge on the river, drew two doors on the bridge, and carefully explained the principle to Li Li Banfeng: "Husband, this river is the boundary.

This bridge is the Dark Bridge we built. There are two bridges, one real and one virtual, each represented by a door.

If there is no bridge and you crash directly into the boundary, you will turn into ash due to matter-antimatter annihilation.

If there is a first real bridge, we can drill into the wormhole and cross the boundary through the wormhole.

If there is a second virtual bridge, we can find the direction from the wormhole and then find the exit.

But this virtual bridge is built on the foundation of the Lie-Root Stone. As Husband walks on the two bridges, it is possible to see the illusions created by the Lie-Root Stone."

Li Li Banfeng said: "Wife, do you mean that the people I saw in the wormhole are all illusions?"

The phonograph wasn't sure either: "It's not necessarily an illusion; it could also be real. Perhaps some people only found the real bridge but didn't find the virtual bridge, so they rashly broke into the wormhole and were trapped inside, unable to come out. But can people really survive in a place like a wormhole?"

Was it an illusion, or was someone really trapped inside?

This matter didn't seem hard to verify.

Li Li Banfeng left the Leaving Suishenju, took out the simple telephone, and called Luo Zhengnan.

Luo Zhengnan was listening to the radio on the rooftop, and a burst of static came through, which made Luo Zhengnan somewhat annoyed.

He had been troubled by static recently. Whether day or night, as long as the antenna was plugged in, the static would often linger before his eyes.

He changed the antenna, adjusted the frequency, took some pills, and slightly improved his cultivation base—Luo Zhengnan used many methods, but none of them worked. He really couldn't figure out what caused this.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, the static disappeared, and Luo Zhengnan continued listening to the radio:

"Dear listeners, this product of ours is a household name in Puluo Province. What exactly is good about it? I have to tell you carefully. First of all, burying a corpse is indeed hard physical labor; you definitely can't do it without a good shovel. This shovel of ours is specially designed for burying corpses—"

Luo Zhengnan turned off the radio.

This host was truly disgusting; even the advertisements were done so stiffly.

By the way, where did Ahui go?

According to previous practice, Ahui should have been hosting programs at the radio station all winter. Winter wasn't even half over yet, and Ahui hadn't come for several days.

Luo Zhengnan was feeling unhappy when Li Li Banfeng called.

"Seventh Master, are you looking for me?"

"Old Luo, help me find out the whereabouts of Qin Qin Tianjiu."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

Li Li Banfeng hung up the phone and waited for Old Luo's news.

In the wormhole, he saw that gaunt man. Judging by his eating movements, that man was somewhat similar to Qin Qin Tianjiu.

After waiting for ten minutes, Luo Zhengnan called: "Seventh Master, Ninth Master hasn't had any news for several days!"

Li Li Banfeng frowned and said: "That bastard Shen Shen Jinzhong didn't tell me again!"

"Shen Jin Yin has been looking for him. He thought Ninth Master was angry because of the jewelry store incident."

"What happened to the jewelry store?"

"Shen Shen Jinzhong opened a jewelry store, but it has been robbed repeatedly recently, and the business has lost money. Shen Jin Yin blamed Ninth Master for it. Ninth Master has been monitoring the area around the jewelry store recently, perhaps he got a bit angry because of this."

Li Li Banfeng hung up the phone.

This wasn't as simple as just getting a bit angry. Qin Qin Tianjiu wasn't a petty person. That gaunt man just now was Qin Qin Tianjiu; he didn't know for what reason he had entered the wormhole.

According to his wife, ordinary people who touched the boundary would encounter matter-antimatter annihilation, meaning they would really turn into ash.

People trapped in the wormhole must have a way to enter the wormhole, but no way to leave it.

That white crane, a master who claimed to have been in seclusion for twenty years—two years ago, Li Li Banfeng treated him as a joke, but now it seemed he truly had means. He believed he had the ability to cross the boundary, and he did indeed pass through the boundary using his own ability.

He entered the wormhole without the help of external objects.

But what was the situation with Little Pang?

The most urgent task was to save Little Pang first.

His wife looked at the blueprint for a long time: "Husband, it will be difficult if you want to save them. This is equivalent to pulling a drowning person onto a bridge. If you are not careful, you will be dragged into the river along with them. Husband, you must think thrice!"

Li Li Banfeng's brows were tightly locked. Who exactly sent Little Pang into the wormhole?

Yuezhou, Jiacheng District, Yunsheng Road.

Boss Lu walked out of the bookstore. He was wearing a tooth-yellow shirt with a front opening and buttons, paired with black trousers. As usual, he kept his black short hair and a mustache, as if every single hair had been carefully groomed.

He was holding a book in his hand, the seventh volume of the store's best-selling "Collection of Embroidered Frost." He seemed to be walking neither fast nor slow. The twenty-kilometer journey from Yunsheng Road to the Cultural Palace took less than five minutes.

The Cultural Palace was showing a gunfight movie today, and those who came to set up stalls were basically intermediaries.

Boss Lu found a seat in the back row and sat down. The snack seller walked up and asked: "Sir, what would you like?"

"I'll take everything." Boss Lu gave the snack seller a stack of banknotes.

The snack seller hurriedly put down his business and took Boss Lu upstairs to see Lin Lin Fujiao.

If it were someone else, the snack seller would definitely have to ask a few questions, but Boss Lu came often and was an old acquaintance of Lin Lin Fujiao. Boss Lu said the code, and the snack seller immediately made arrangements.

Entering the office, Lin Lin Fujiao was dozing off. The snack seller poured a cup of tea for Boss Lu and turned to leave.

Boss Lu tapped the table lightly and handed a list to Lin Lin Fujiao.

Lin Lin Fujiao squinted his eyes, looked for a moment, and stretched: "These things are not easy to buy."

Boss Lu laughed: "If they were easy to buy, I definitely wouldn't trouble you."

"This kind of bulk procurement needs a company to back it up. Relying on individuals alone, those equipment manufacturers won't sell to us, so there will be some extra costs generated here..."

Boss Lu took a sip of tea and flipped through the "Collection of Embroidered Frost" in his hand: "Old friend, saying things like this is meaningless. When have I ever haggled with you over minor details? Just name a price."

Lin Lin Fujiao brought a calculator, punched in a number, and showed it to Boss Lu.

Boss Lu nodded slightly: "About when will the goods be delivered?"

"Two weeks at the fastest."

"Then it's settled, two weeks." Boss Lu got up and left. Lin Lin Fujiao looked at the "Collection of Embroidered Frost,"

and his sleepy eyes opened a little wider.

"You like reading?" Boss Lu smiled, "I have them in my store, I'll send you a set tomorrow."

Not long after Boss Lu left, Lin Lin Fujiao called the snack seller: "Tang Tang Changfa just bought a batch of scientific research equipment?"

The snack seller checked the ledger and nodded: "In their scope of business, there is a scientific research item. They also have people who can negotiate, and the business is going very smoothly."

"Discuss with him; I also want to buy a batch of scientific research equipment. Borrow his company to back it up, and give him a three-point commission."

"Director Lin, we also have similar companies."

"Companies are easy to find, but people who can negotiate are hard to find. Ask them what they think first."

"Is a three-point commission too little?" Yan Yan Cuier curled her lips, not too satisfied with this price.

The snack seller didn't say much to Yan Yan Cuier; he knew this girl's brain wasn't very useful. He just asked: "When will Tang Tang Changfa and Yan Hong'er be back?"

"They went out to stock up on goods, it should take at least an hour or two!"

The snack seller turned and left. Two hours later, Tang Tang Changfa and Yan Hong'er returned. Before the newly stocked goods could be put into storage, Yan Yan Cuier told them about the previous business.

"I don't even want to bother with them. They only give a three-point commission. Who would want to do his business?"

Tang Tang Changfa poked Yan Yan Cuier: "You blockhead! You've been in the Outer Provinces for so long, how come you still can't calculate a simple account? Buying scientific research items, do you know how much money that is? A ten-million-dollar business, we get three hundred thousand.

Is this still too little?"

Yan Hong'er was also angry: "We are doing business on someone else's turf. Don't you have any sense of propriety by not giving them any face at all?"

Yan Yan Cuier pouted and said with tears in her eyes: "You only know how to bully me. Tomorrow we'll go find the shopkeeper to reason with."

Hearing this, Tang Tang Changfa fell silent. Yan Yan Cuier was very favored by the shopkeeper.

Yan Hong'er wouldn't tolerate it: "Tell the shopkeeper then! Let's go now. If there's reason, we'll reason. I don't believe the shopkeeper won't distinguish right from wrong!"

Tang Tang Changfa advised: "Forget it, I'll go ask what kind of business it is."

He took the initiative to find the snack seller and agreed to the business.

Returning to the private room and looking at the list, Tang Tang Changfa paced back and forth in the room several times.

Yan Hong'er asked: "What's wrong, are the items hard to buy?"

"They are easy to buy, it's just that I don't know if they can be bought." Tang Tang Changfa showed the list to Yan Hong'er.

Yan Hong'er had sharp eyes and saw the electromagnetic instrument at a glance: "Isn't this the thing the shopkeeper asked us to buy before?"

Yan Yan Cuier looked: "Maybe the name is just similar, it might be different from the one we bought."

"It's not just the name that's similar!" Yan Hong'er looked carefully, "This line of text, called the model, is the same as the one the shopkeeper bought."

Yan Yan Cuier scratched her head: "I guess this thing is like an elixir. The shopkeeper wants to buy it, and others want to buy it too. It's not exactly fresh news, right?"

Yan Hong'er shook her head: "That's not how you say it. This and elixir are two different things!"

Tang Tang Changfa hurriedly took out his phone: "This matter must be told to the shopkeeper immediately. If the shopkeeper doesn't let us buy it,

we'll admit to not doing business here, but we must ruin his deal."

Li Li Banfeng was still in Puluo Province and received Tang Tang Changfa's call, listening roughly to the list of equipment.

Li Li Banfeng was familiar with all this equipment because his wife was using them.

Someone was researching the boundary.

"Shopkeeper, can this business be done?"

"Do it, help him do it well. It would be best to figure out one thing: who asked Lin Lin Fujiao to buy the items?

It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out, but by all means, don't offend Lin Lin Fujiao. Ensure that this line can be held onto, and by all means, don't break it."

Li Li Banfeng hung up the phone and pondered carefully about the connection behind the event.

Did the person who bought the equipment have anything to do with Qin Little Pang's situation?

The phonograph took the pendulum and Meng De to the laboratory. Whether they could pass through the two Dark Bridges and pull Little Pang out of the river still depended on his wife's research.

At twelve o'clock at night, the Cultural Palace was showing a martial arts movie, and the black market was selling weapons today.

The snack seller was doing business when a puff of smoke drifted over, drew a circle in front of his eyes, and dissipated.

The snack seller looked back and saw a man wearing a red plaid shirt sitting in the back row smoking.

This man was his old regular customer, He He Haisheng.

The snack seller walked up to He He Haisheng and gave him a bottle of water.

He He Haisheng took the water bottle and looked at it; it had "216" written on it.

After sitting in the lobby for a while, He He Haisheng went to private room 216. After waiting for a few minutes, the snack seller entered the door.

He He Haisheng lowered his voice and said: "I heard you recently took on a big deal to buy a batch of scientific research equipment?"

The snack seller didn't speak.

He He Haisheng understood what he meant. Before the price was settled, the snack seller wouldn't reveal any information.

He took out a check and wrote a number.

After the snack seller looked at it, he accepted the check, took out a list of equipment, and handed it to He He Haisheng.

He He Haisheng looked at the list and asked again: "Who asked you to buy this set of equipment?"

The snack seller didn't speak again.

He He Haisheng took out another check and wrote a number.

After the snack seller looked at it, he accepted the check again and handed a copy of "Tianxiang Ci Hua" to He He Haisheng.

He He Haisheng flipped from beginning to end and saw the bookstore's stamp on the last page of the book.

Lu Family Bookstore.

He He Haisheng nodded, took the list, and left the Cultural Palace.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Lu Family Bookstore closed early. Boss Lu had important things to do tonight.

He balanced the accounts, tidied up the books, lit a stick of incense, brewed a pot of tea, set out eight small plates of candied fruit, and by the candlelight, took the "Yuxiang Ji" sent by Zhang Zhang Xiuling,

The whole book was expected to have twenty-six volumes, and eleven volumes had already been published. Boss Lu opened the first volume and began to read slowly.

This book "Yuxiang Ji" was co-authored by the two great talented women of Puluo Province, Zhang Zhang Xiuling and Shen Shen Rongqing. Others might think that these two talented women created essays, poetry, or elegant novels, but they were all wrong.

The scale of this book "Yuxiang Ji" was astonishing. According to the evaluation of book fans, this book was the only work in the last hundred years that could rival the "Collection of Embroidered Frost."

Boss Lu didn't have much hope for "Yuxiang Ji" at first. In Boss Lu's view, female writers were still relatively conservative in some aspects.

After reading one volume, Boss Lu discovered that his cognition had serious problems. The relationship between "Yuxiang Ji" and "Collection of Embroidered Frost" was not one of rivalry.

Regardless of scale, depth, or height, "Yuxiang Ji" was clearly superior.

It seemed to be more than just superior...

"How is it possible..." Boss Lu's hands were trembling slightly. The copy he was holding was the first edition revised by Zhang Zhang Xiuling. Only thirty copies were sold at the time. Zhang Zhang Xiuling had left a copy for Boss Lu alone. The content in the book was almost unedited, so it was very precious.

If it weren't so precious, Boss Lu would have torn the book in his hand to shreds.

"Hahaha!" Yu Yu Yaoming laughed all the way as he walked down from the second floor of the bookstore, "Boss Lu, with this batch of equipment, I estimate that in less than a month, I will be able to—"

"What? This is a bookstore! A quiet place for scholars, don't you know any rules?"

Yu Yu Yaoming was stunned for a long time. They had known each other for so many days, and he had never seen Boss Lu lose his temper.

He hurriedly went upstairs to the second floor, not daring to say another word.

Boss Lu frowned, his face gloomy, and continued to read "Yuxiang Ji."

The night grew deeper. Boss Lu put down the book and went to the bedroom to rest.

At four o'clock in the morning, the bookstore door was opened.

A man in black quietly entered the bookstore, first walked around the second row of bookshelves, and then passed through the aisle of the third and fourth rows of bookshelves.

The man in black went up the stairs and came to the door of the second-floor storeroom.

He heard snoring inside. Yu Yu Yaoming had finished his experiment and had just fallen asleep.

The man in black took a ring out of his pocket and put it on the index finger of his right hand. The ring slid through the door crack, and the door lock opened, but the door didn't open.

The man in black knew there was a mechanism on the door. He felt around on the door with his fingertips for a moment, seemingly finding the pivot of the mechanism.

He pinched with his index and middle fingers, disarming the mechanism on the door, but saw a character drill out of the door crack:

?

The character "Yan" (Speech) split into upper and lower parts, pulling at the lips of the man in black, forcing him to open his mouth.

The character "Ren" (Person) turned into a short fork, stabbing at the chest of the man in black.

The character "Zhui" (Bird) turned into a hunting net, binding the man in black to the stairs.

The man in black used the ring to cut open the hunting net and broke free from the "Yan" character on his mouth, but couldn't shake off the "Ren" character on his chest.

This "Ren" character circled with the man in black for a few rounds, took a book from the bookshelf, used a move called "Counting Ink and Seeking Lines," summoned a piece of text, and surrounded the man in black.

This matter made the man in black somewhat unable to understand. "Counting Ink and Seeking Lines" was a territory technique of literary cultivation, which wasn't fresh, but the problem was that the one using the technique wasn't a literary cultivator, but a character.

This wasn't even a complete character; it was a part of the character "".

The space on the stairs was limited, and the man in black fell into a siege.

He immediately jumped to the first floor. Just as he was about to pass through the bookshelves, the books on the bookshelves unfolded one by one, and the characters on them left the pages one by one.

The "" character that had forced the man in black downstairs on the stairs came behind the man in black. Having fought the man in black for so long, this "" character had only suffered a minor injury, and its combat power was not diminished.

In front of the man in black, there were thousands of characters waiting for him, and the combat power of each character was not below that of the

"" character.

The man in black looked around, wanting to find a chance to escape. This bookstore, which didn't look big, made the man in black completely unable to see a way out.

Seeing that the man in black was about to lose his life, a man wearing a long gown and a bamboo hat, with a row of copper coins hanging under the hat, entered the bookstore, grabbed two books from the bookshelf, and threw them at the man in black.

The two books opened and closed from time to time, looking like a pair of big hands, grabbing a piece of text and throwing it to both sides. Repeating this, he flew all the way, opening a path among the bookshelves.

The man in black followed this path and escaped the bookstore with the man wearing the bamboo hat.

Arriving at a money shop, the two entered the back hall. The man in black took off his veil; he was none other than the boss of this money shop, He He Jiaqing.

That man wearing the bamboo hat was Mr. Kong Fang.

He He Jiaqing was still shaken, drank a whole pot of tea, and after panting for a long time, said: "I really didn't expect Boss Lu's combat power to be so high."

Mr. Kong Fang smiled: "You were truly reckless, daring to play tricks in his territory all by yourself? Do you know that even the founder of literary cultivation might not be able to beat him?" He He Jiaqing brewed another pot of tea and poured a cup for Mr. Kong Fang: "Yu Yu Yaoming is in his hands. He is using Yu Yu Yaoming to research the boundary, and I estimate the matter is almost done."

"What's the rush? If he can do it, can't we do it?" Mr. Kong Fang drank a sip of tea, "My subordinate has already returned. He basically knows everything Yu Yu Yaoming knows. Even if there are things he doesn't know,

according to the equipment Yu Yu Yaoming bought, he can also infer the general idea.

Even if we are slower than Zhou Zhou Badou, we won't be at a disadvantage. As long as we have a way to break the boundary, we will have the capital to dominate Puluo Province. From now on, don't go looking for trouble with Zhou Zhou Badou again. This time he spared you for my sake,

next time you won't have such good luck."

Boss Lu put on his clothes, went to the lobby, picked up the books scattered on the ground, and organized them onto the bookshelves.

The snoring on the second floor was constant. Boss Lu sighed: "This heartless person sleeps so soundly!"

Boss Lu returned to bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He took out "Yuxiang Ji" and "Collection of Embroidered Frost,"

took them out, compared them repeatedly several times. By dawn, he saw characters between the lines, and the whole book was written with two words—crush!

"Collection of Embroidered Frost" had been crushed!

"The younger generation is arrogant!"

Boss Lu sat at the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a line of text.

"Collection of Embroidered Frost: Sequel."

Cui Cui Tike stood on the peak of Dao Gui Ridge, watching the Dao Lao Gui making preparations for the New Year's celebration.

He had received news from Du Du Wenming and knew that He He Jiaqing was researching a way to break the boundary and had also obtained the support of Snowflake Pu.

"Breaking the boundary is good. Without the boundary, no one can stop us!" Cui Cui Tike looked at the rising sun and straightened his red suit.

He was thinking about a serious question: "What should I name the second technique?"

PS: I must write out "Collection of Embroidered Frost," "Yuxiang Ji," and "Tianxiang Ci Hua" and dedicate them to all my dear readers. These three books are truly wonderful!