Chapter 582: Who is it?

Bai Hang hid behind a low wall at the street corner, carefully sticking out half her head to watch the battlefield in the distance.

Golden light and black light intertwined, and each collision erupted a terrifying shockwave.

The surrounding buildings trembled on the brink of collapse under the shockwave, some already beginning to fall.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, obscuring everything; only vague silhouettes of two figures could be seen tangled in the chaos.

Jing Yuan.

And that Blackening Saber.

Bai Hang bit her lip, her palms slick with sweat.

She knew Jing Yuan was strong, after all he was a general of Luofu.

But in this situation she could do nothing, only hide here, anxious.

(I have to hold on…)

She prayed silently in her heart.

At that moment, her gaze swept over the nearby street and suddenly noticed a moving shadow.

It was a person.

The person walked very slowly, lopsided, as if just escaped from a disaster site.

He was covered head to toe in ash, his clothes ragged, completely unrecognizable.

He staggered forward, heading straight toward the edge of the battlefield.

Bai Hang's pupils contracted.

(Oh no!)

Without thinking further, she stuck out her body, lowered her voice and shouted:

"Hey! Over there! Don't go!"

The person halted his steps.

He stood there, froze for a few seconds, then slowly lifted his head and looked toward the direction of the voice.

Only then did Bai Hang see his face—if that dust‑smeared visage could even be called a face.

A grimy, earthen face, completely unrecognizable, with only a pair of eyes flashing weakly in the darkness.

Bai Hang didn't recognize him.

But she couldn't stand by and let him die.

"There's a fight over there! It's dangerous!"

She whispered, "Come this way! Hide behind the wall!"

The person stared at her for a few seconds, then surprisingly smiled.

That smile emerged through the dust on his face, carrying an indescribable…world‑worn feeling.

He said nothing, merely dragging his weary body step by step toward Bai Hang.

Bai Hang stared at him nervously, while keeping a peripheral eye on the distant battlefield.

The person finally shuffled behind the wall, plopped onto the ground, panting heavily.

Only then did Bai Hang see his miserable state up close—his clothes were essentially torn strips hanging on him, hair a tangled nest, his face covered in ash and sweat, his body riddled with several wounds, some still oozing blood.

"You…are you okay?" she asked softly.

The person lifted his head, looked at her, and then—

smiled again.

That smile held fatigue, resignation, and a sense of gratefulness that "being alive is wonderful."

"I'm fine."

His voice was hoarse, yet his tone carried a strange ease, "I can't die."

Bai Hang blinked.

Who is this person?

In the distance, another huge blast rang out.

Golden light and black light collided again, the shockwave shaking the low wall they were hiding behind.

Bai Hang quickly pulled her head back, daring not to look further.

The person also craned his neck back, then looked toward the battlefield, muttering:

"What a lively fight…"

Bai Hang glanced at him, wanting to speak but holding back.

Forget it, whoever he is, at least now both of them are hard‑pressed companions hiding here.

Perspective shift.

San Yue Qi and Lin stood at the doorway of that room, seeing the chaotic scene inside, exchanging puzzled looks.

This room was much larger than the previous one, about half a basketball court in size.

In the center stood a massive metal device shaped like a split banana, its interior densely packed with countless pipes and circuits, glinting a strange metallic sheen under the dim yellow light.

Around the device were a dozen or so displays, showing complex charts and data that refreshed continuously, the speed dazzling the eyes.

Besides that, the room was littered with scattered documents, blueprints, and all kinds of oddly shaped instrument parts, leaving almost no place to step.

"Is this the Core Device?"

San Yue Qi leaned in, eyeing the massive metal banana, "It looks pretty intimidating."

Lin stepped in cautiously, their gaze scanning the data on the displays.

The reversed text gradually became clear to her, but the charts and data were too complex; she could only understand a small portion.

"This should be the central system that controls the entire Fusion process."

She pointed at the progress bar on one of the displays, "Look here, it shows the current Fusion progress has already exceeded sixty percent."

San Yue Qi leaned over to take a glance, then quickly looked away—the dense numbers made her headache.

"How do we turn it off?"

Lin walked to the metal device, carefully examining its structure.

The casing had several obvious interfaces and buttons, but no markings, so she had no idea what any of them were for.

"I'll give it a try."

She cautiously pressed one of the buttons.

The device emitted a sharp buzzing sound, the data on the display flickered even more violently, and then—

Nothing happened.

Lin pressed another button.

This time the device reacted—it spewed a puff of white steam that forced Lin to stagger back several steps.

"Cough cough cough… what the heck is this Jiaoshou…"

San Yue Qi hurriedly supported her, then looked up, staring at the huge metal banana, lost in thought.

Well, actually it wasn't thought.

She was just wondering what would happen if she smashed this thing outright.

But Reason String told her that smashing it might be even worse.

"Lin, can you read what's written up there?"

She pointed at the documents scattered on the floor, "Is there any manual or something?"

Lin crouched, picked up a few papers and flipped through them.

The pages were filled with complex circuit diagrams and calculation formulas, occasionally interspersed with notes written in Reverse Characters.

She strained to decipher the text, trying to find any useful information.

"This is about energy transmission Jiaoshou… this is the synchronization rate formula Jiaoshou… this is…"

The more she read, the more her head ached; the technical terms were so many that even if she could read the characters, she couldn't grasp their meaning.

San Yue Qi saw Lin's furrowed brow and couldn't help getting a headache herself.

She's the worst at this kind of brain‑teasing.

Usually on the train, any problem was solved by Uncle Yang or Aunt Jizi, and she only needed to handle shooting and filming.

Now making her figure out this high‑tech device is literally harder than writing a ten‑thousand‑word thesis.

"How about…"

She tentatively said, "Should we just grab that Jiaoshou and force him to give us a solution?"

Lin lifted her head, looking at her helplessly.

"San Yue Jie, that Jiaoshou has already been killed by you, Jiaoshou."

San Yue Qi was stunned for a moment, then scratched her head.

"Right… what now?"

At that moment, the hidden door in the corner of the room suddenly creaked open.

San Yue Qi instantly became alert, turned and pulled back the bowstring, and Ice Arrow instantly condensed on the bow.

Lin also clenched the last gem in her hand, nervously staring at that direction.

The hidden door opened slowly, and a figure stepped out from inside.

It was a Monkeys.

Wearing a white lab coat, sporting those round Vortex Glasses, and holding a banana, it was leisurely gnawing on it.

Jiaoshou.

San Yue Qi's eyes widened.

"You—aren't you dead?!"

Jiaoshou chewed the banana unhurriedly, and after swallowing, finally spoke:

"Dead? Who says I'm dead?"

It pointed at itself, then at San Yue Qi.

"The Monkeys you just shot dead is me, and also not me. All of us Monkeys, once we wear these glasses, become me. You could think of it as—I have many Clones."