Ancestor, please, go wreak havoc on the mainland!

Chapter 136

The most important question now is how to get back.

Shi An asked the black smoke for the Mu family manual that it had swallowed, and began to rummage through it.

Unfortunately, while there was quite a bit of dragon related information in there, there was very little mention of the Abyss, and even less information related to the Abyssal Dragons.

That's understandable.

After all, Shi An was the last Abyssal Dragon in the world, and had spent a lot of time in slumber, so of course humans had no chance to touch the Abyssal Dragon.

After trying several of these spells and spell formations to no avail, Shi An finally gave up on continuing to read the book.

So, he changed his mind.

Shi An ordered the abyssal species to stop searching for treasure and start searching for various abyssal tomes.

After all, the abyss and the continent are one, the powerful fantasy species can travel between the abyss and the continent at will, although the ordinary material of the paper in the abyss will soon be corroded and dissolved, but the books written by the fantasy species can be preserved very intact.

There might be some important clues in these ancient books.

After giving the order, Shi An began to organize his belongings.

Although he had decided to return to the mainland, it didn't mean that he was prepared to leave behind the treasures he had scavenged from the abyss.

However, Shi An's wealth has increased greatly since returning to the Abyss.

Fortunately, the size of this Magic Expansion Pouch is closely related to the amount of magic power of the bound person, although there are a lot of them, but even with the help of the three magical creatures, it would still take a long time to fit them all into the Magic Expansion Pouch.

And what "help" actually means ......

It is the three demons that do the labor while Shi An supervises the work.

He watched as all of the shiny, bright, brilliant treasure was properly placed into a small pouch that he was able to carry with him, and squinted his eyes lazily as he yawned.

"My lord, my lord, it's all loaded."

Devilbug reported with a gasp.

The room that had been full became empty all of a sudden.

"Very good."

Shi An stands up and stretches.

He moved his muscles, then took the bag lightly and said, "Go down and see."

Having just arrived in the Great Hall, Shi An was startled by the sight before her.

All kinds of materials, precious ancient books left over from the ancient times were piled up in the hall as if they didn't need any money, even the original dark stone chairs were blocked by a high mountain of books.

Piles of books that couldn't be stacked spilled out onto the floor, nearly covering it.

Shi An: "......"

He craned his head a little to look at the road he had just come down, "...... Did it take us that long?"

Obviously that order has just been issued not long ago, right? ......

How did you get so much back so quickly?

The demonic worm flapped its wings and flew to one of the books and landed, retrieving the golem it had set up here.

As the puppet bug disappeared, the look on its face gradually became subtle.

Shi An: "What's wrong?"

"No ...... nothing."

The Demon Worm gave a look of unspoken complexity, "That's ......"

Shi An: "?"

"It's ...... just that the Abyssal species are motivated to work under your might."

Devil Worm said dryly.

To be precise, when they heard that Shi An was looking for a way out of the Abyss, the Abyssal species cried tears of joy and were filled with courage and motivation to continue their work.

In a nutshell -

Ancestor, please, hurry up!

Go wreak havoc on the mainland!

*

After removing the black-robed man's jaws, Wen Yao breathed a long sigh of relief.

She quickly regrouped her emotional state and used her magic to remove the blood stains from her clothes, transforming back into the meticulously serious deputy.

With such a convincing face, Wen Yao maneuvered around Administration, letting the Director think that the mercenaries had taken the black-robed man away, and taking a strong stance in informing the mercenary Administration that they were going to seize the black-robed man.

After doing so, Wen Yao turned to his prisoner.

The black-robed man's expression was somber, staring dead at Wen Yao not far away with the only eye capable of sight, the already ragged black robe on his body becoming even more tattered, with greenish-black swollen limbs vaguely visible between the dusty seams.

Wen Yao withdrew his eyes and closed them hard.

The flurry of blood that had previously sustained the action slowly cooled, and it was only now that she felt the wound in her arm, which was currently aching with a jolt of pain along with her heartbeat.

Wen Yao doesn't want to think about the consequences of his behavior.

After all, ...... she had more important things to do.

Wen Yao forced himself to calm down and start thinking from the beginning.

If the information from the mercenary's side was correct, then the ceremony should have been completed by now.

Shi An ......

It should have been sent back to the abyss.

Wen Yao blinks at the thought of the name, feeling a subtle emotion come over her.

But in the next second, she immediately yanked her soon-to-be wandering mind back.

Now is not the time to think about that.

The most important thing is to put it into action.

Zhuo Fu lies on his bed at home, staring fixedly at the ceiling.

For some reason, he had been feeling a little distracted since this afternoon.

After all, having been the head of the institute for so many years, Zhuo Fu could faintly sense that the Administration seemed to be preparing something, but he was left out of the program, which made Zhuo Fu feel very uneasy.

He took a deep breath and tried to convince himself that he was just thinking too much.

At this moment, the "clang clang clang" knocking on the door sounded sharply, like the sound of a hypnotic drum, making Zhuo Fu's heart stop.

He jumped up and timidly turned on the monitor screen.

It's Wen Yao.

Zhuo Fu breathed a sigh of relief, "What are you doing, scare me to death-"

He said as he opened the door.

In the next second, the rest of Zhuo Fu's words got stuck in his throat.

He watched in disbelief as Wen Yao dragged in a ragged, black-robed man with clanking chains.

Only heard a "clang", the door closed.

Zhuo Fu has now been brought back to his senses.

He sucked in a breath of cold air, "Wait ...... wait, this is ......"

Wen Yao did not wait for Zhuo Fu to finish his sentence, but quickly stepped forward, covered his palm with magic power, and slammed it heavily towards the monitor.

There was a crackle of fire.

Zhuo Fu was anxious: "What are you doing? Isn't your own family enough trouble for you?"

Wen Yao swept him off his feet and calmly instructed:

"If the bureau comes to check later, tell them I forced my way in."

It was then that Zhuo Fu finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

His demeanor gripped a little, "What happened?"

For the next ten minutes, Wen Yao spills the beans.

Zhuo Fu sat frozen in his chair, a little slow for a moment.

Wen Yao countered by kindly pouring him a glass of warm water from the kitchen.

Zhuo Fu, holding a cup of hot water, slowly craned his head to the black-robed man at the side, "So he's ......"

Wen Yao nodded, "Right."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

After returning home from work, she finds her friend has suddenly robbed a felon to her home and told herself that if things go south, she too will become a felon.

It would be hard to calm down when this kind of thing happens to anyone.

Zhuo Fu raised his hand and wiped his face.

Though his voice was still a bit weak, he was at least finally composed, "So now Shi An ...... has been sent back to the Abyss?"

Wen Yao twisted his head to glance at the black-robed man and nodded, "Uh-huh."

"...... That's over." Zhuo Fu showed a lifeless expression.

Wen Yao was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"I've known Mu Hang for too many years and my family has known his for too many years ......"

Zhuo Fu buried his face into his palm, his voice muffled from the palm of his hand, "You don't understand the extent of the Mu family's obsession and dedication to dragons ......"

Wen Yao frowned, "I know."

"No, you don't."

Zhuo Fu raised his eyes and said decisively, "All of them surnamed Mu are crazy, and the stronger they are, the crazier they get!"

"Only ...... Mu Hang is not like his ancestors."

Zhuo Fu said slowly:

"The other MUs are addicted to slaying dragons, and he is addicted to ......"

Wen Yao's eyes slowly widened as Zhuo Fu narrated the story.

She remembers - Mu Hang's unapologetic intimacy with the teenager during the trip to Rust, Mu Hang's "mercy" even after the dragon's identity was revealed, and... ...

Snippets of memories flashed before his eyes.

On that sunny afternoon, the other held the silver-white Little dragon in his arms, his palm over the other's spine in an almost possessive gesture.

She sucked in a breath of air, "-Hidron."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

The corner of his mouth twitched:

"Actually, I was going to say something about being in a relationship with a dragon, but according to you now this is also ...... fine."

"Imagine if you were someone who was morbidly paranoid about your lover, and suddenly found out that he had been sent to a place he could no longer reach, what would you do?"

Wen Yao didn't even think about it, "Of course it's to snatch him back-"

She was stuck.

Wen Yao took a deep breath, "Wait, you don't mean ......"

Zhuo Fu : "Shi An made a deal with the humans to get rid of all the rifts before the blood moon, and according to the calculations, the next blood moon is in 4,000 years, so this is their only chance.

And according to my observations, those seams have now been dealt with for the most part, and if it continues at this rate, the seal between the Abyss and the continent will be impossible to break unless they get a powerful helper."

Wen Yao: "......"

She now understood why this black-robed man was helping them.

But, as a normal person, Wen Yao is still a bit hard to believe.

She shook her head and said:

"Despite what you say, I'm sure Officer Mu knows where this could lead, and as a member of the Administration, he shouldn't-"

Wen Yao's words were interrupted in mid-sentence by the dripping sound of the communicator.

Zhuo Fu opened his communicator and an emergency notification appeared above the screen.

Apparently, someone broke into the home of the Director of Administration five minutes ago and also leveled the entire building.

Attached to the back is a blurry video of just a few dozen seconds.

They saw a familiar slender figure standing in front of a roaring fire that lit up the darkness and illuminated the other's long silver hair and icy blue eyes.

The man withdrew his gaze, the blade disappearing from his palm, then turned and disappeared into a darkness.

The video is over.

The whole room fell into a dead silence.

Zhuo Fu turned his head to look at Wen Yao.

"......"

Wen Yao was silent for a long time, "Forget I said that."