Decipher the entire Ninth Ruins.
What was difficult to understand was the word "decipher". How could a ruin be deciphered? Was it like the temple that hid some powerful mechanism?
Tang Ling did not understand it at first, but after a day, he understood why the word "decipher" was used.
Tears still lingered in Ro Xin's eyes, but she took a deep breath and tried her best to explain to Tang Ling in a calm tone on a piece of paper with complicated patterns drawn on it.
"That's it. The Ro family has speculated about it before. Ancient myths and legends have come to life. It has turned some of the legends into reality.
For example, formations. In ancient Huaxia, it was a trick of the Qimen Dun Jia. Only people with special professions could use it.
However, myths and legends are too mysterious. Just like 'Transforming Beans into Soldiers' and 'Erecting Paper Man', formations are not only used in reality to make people lose their way through visual confusion, but they can also attract wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, as well as produce illusions. "
Therefore, in the long history of the old civilization, legends are just legends. No one believes them because no one has ever done it before. "
"Are you saying that in the Purple Moon era, these legendary professions like witchcraft and Taoism in the east and sorcerers and druids in the west have come to life?" Tang Ling tried his best to understand what Ro Xin said. Although he was a little reluctant, the reality forced him to understand everything as soon as possible.
"Yes. We suspect a sorcerer is the one who caused the town's phenomenon. "Ro Xin pursed her lips. Even though she tried to be strong, tears still rolled down her cheeks.
A sorcerer?! It sounded strange, but Tang Ling tried his best to understand it from the perspective of the Purple Moon era. It was still acceptable.
After all, as humans grew stronger, the talents of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning became similar to a sorcerer's ability to summon the wind and rain.
According to western legends, a sorcerer would study all kinds of magic symbols and formations, and based on what Ro Xin said, formations were not just nonsense.
Similar to the circuit arrangement of the old civilization, could it be understood as a kind of formation?
Then, the real identity of the town owner should be a scientist.
Tang Ling still had many things to discuss with Ro Xin. Since it was a formation, why not an eastern profession that was proficient in formations and instead a western sorcerer?
She hugged her knees and buried her head between them, crying. Beside her was Ro Li, who had been knocked out.
The enemies were despicable. During the whole day that they were surrounded, they repeated the details of Ro Yan's interrogation more than ten times. Even Tang Ling was furious when he heard the details, let alone the siblings.
"Dad must be very sad, right? After all, we're just members of the Wanderer Camp. He probably didn't expect that there would be such a method to interrogate people and reveal their secrets. If he knew, he would rather … rather die than … "Ro Xin looked up and heaved a sigh of relief. She stared at the bright sunlight outside the window and stuttered.
"I actually understand him very well. If he left, he would be the most upset, right? I've read some history books. An emperor who dies in battle is more honorable than an emperor who escapes. I don't know if this is the right way to describe it, but this is the glory and integrity of the ancient Huaxia people. "
"He … He just didn't know about the methods and didn't know that he would be treated like this. But it's not your dad's fault. He's not the one under the drug's control. Instead … "Tang Ling tried his best to comfort her, but he was still the same old man. He would not speak during crucial moments.
Ro Xin smiled at Tang Ling and wiped her tears away. "Of course, it's not my dad's fault. I understand him very well, but I can't help but feel sad. The Ros have our family's heritage. We are the ancient Huaxia people, so we must have our own principles.
"Dad will never be a deserter and abandon the legacy of our ancestors. He won't be a deserter and let down the people who trusted him. His choice is the one that makes him the happiest. I will support him, but it's a pity that I couldn't stay by his side in the end.
"Tang Ling, I will take revenge," Ro Xin looked at Tang Ling and said in a determined tone.
"Your enemy will be the powerful Stardust Council." Tang Ling stood up.
"Have you ever been afraid?" Ro Xin looked up because Tang Ling's enemy was the powerful Stardust Council.
"I haven't. Being afraid won't help." Tang Ling walked to the door.
"Then, I have no reason to be afraid either," she said.
"Great. I'll go out and get something to eat. The food from the old civilization is great, but it's low in energy. Let's hope that we can solve the puzzle sooner. "Tang Ling then walked out of the house.
Outside the house was one of the streets of the town, but it was not the main street.
On the main street was a small shop that was called a supermarket and the rest were residential houses.
After entering the town, he discovered that it was eternally bathed in faint sunlight. Time would always stop at sunrise in the morning.
He did not have to worry about the people shuttling around the town. Although they talked and did things with realistic expressions, they were all fake. They were all illusions.
Just like now, when Tang Ling walked past another person, the person's body went through Tang Ling's body, but nothing happened.
Tang Ling was even more certain that everything around him was a projection. It was no different from the projection on the Hope Cliff, but it was much more advanced. However, he could not find the source of the projection.
According to Ro Xin, after walking through the alleyway, or rather, deciphering the formation of the alleyway, they could only move around the alleyway. Any movement beyond the alleyway would result in an attack.
Tang Ling wanted to give it a try. What kind of attack would it be? Would it be within his acceptable range? However, he did not want the enemies outside the ruins to notice anything wrong, so he did not make a move.
He walked into the small shop that was called a supermarket.
Tang Ling grabbed a big basket and stuffed all kinds of food and water into it. Just like what he said, the food tasted wonderful, but it could not provide any energy.
All the resources still depended on the luggage that Tang Ling and Ro Li brought with them.
Fortunately, Tang Ling did not need a lot of resources at the moment. The strange blue energy around him was enough for him to consume.
What a magical town! Even the food was well-preserved. How big was the Universal Source Rock? How was it used? It should be bigger than the one in Safety Sector No. 17. Regardless, the efficiency of the Universal Source Rock was a lot higher than Safety Sector No. 17.
If he relied on the food in the town, he could last a long time. Tang Ling believed that he would be able to scavenge something from every house.
However, he had to get to Darkness Port before December. The time was like a heavy rope that bound him.
It was already the end of September. Did he still have much time left?
After walking out of the supermarket, Tang Ling strolled along the street.
The annoying voice entered his ears. "Hey, do you want to hear how those stupid Dragon Army soldiers are being tortured?
Those loyal Dragon Army soldiers who sacrificed their lives to pave the way for you to avenge their deaths are really pitiful! "
Tang Ling stopped, turned around, and looked at the end of the street.
There, a group of soldiers from the Stardust Council surrounded them. Standing in front of the group was the young man riding the vicious beast. He should be the leader of the group.
This guy is really annoying. Doesn't he get tired of talking nonstop with the megaphone?
With that in mind, a smile appeared on his face. He strode to the end of the street and stopped at the end of it.
"I really want to know your name," Tang Ling looked at the young man and asked.
"Draconic Seven. You must remember this name, because this name is the nightmare of your life. Your good luck ended here after you met me. What do you think, Tang Ling? "
"Hmm, Draconic Seven? It seems like you don't even deserve a name. All you have is a number. "Tang Ling showed sympathy in his eyes.
Draconic Seven was stunned. He was not provoked by Tang Ling's words, but was Tang Ling really that kind of person? Arrogant and talkative?
"Oh right, didn't you want to tell me about the Dragon Army? It's tiring to raise the megaphone. I'll sit here and listen to you, Mr. Numbers. "Tang Ling put the bag down and sat down with his legs crossed. He looked at Draconic Seven.
Mr. Numbers? Draconic Seven was stunned again.
He jumped down from the vicious beast and walked towards Tang Ling. Both of them were less than a meter apart, but it felt like the distance between them was like the distance between heaven and earth.
The troops of the Stardust Council had suffered a little before. Whenever they stepped into the ruins, even a single step would cause them to be struck by lightning. More than a dozen members of the Stardust Council were injured, and one of them was even struck to death by the lightning. One could imagine how powerful the lightning was.
"Fine. Since you want to listen to my story, I'll tell it to you." Draconic Seven also sat in front of Tang Ling. His heart was rumbling with a strong sense of discomfort.
Why did Tang Ling give off an unknown aura? Even though he was calm and collected, he somehow pressured Draconic Seven.
The feeling was telling Draconic Seven that he was not as good as Tang Ling!
How could Draconic Seven accept that? He only felt this way when he was in front of Young Master Long, and Young Master Long was an insurmountable mountain in his heart. He never thought he could catch up to Young Master Long.
With the discomfort lingering in his heart, Draconic Seven started to tell his story.
Tang Ling seemed to be listening attentively, but his expression did not change at all from the beginning to the end.
It frustrated Draconic Seven. The more he told the story, the more he felt bored. Instead, the anger in his heart grew as he felt like he was being looked down upon.
As a matter of fact, Tang Ling did not even listen to Draconic Seven. He was thinking about the formation that Ro Xin mentioned and the pattern of the complicated patterns.
At the same time, he was also thinking about whether using his Precise Instinct to replicate the formation would give him a great advantage. Tang Ling was eager to test it out, but he had to have a certain level of understanding of formations first.
It reminded Tang Ling of the Ro family's teachings, which also involved formations. Unfortunately, he categorized it as something vague and illusory, so he had never paid attention to it.
It was not until the appearance of the Ninth Ruins that Tang Ling started to pay attention to this kind of ability.
"Tang Ling, do you know you're digging your own grave?" Draconic Seven's breath started to turn heavy. His oval pupils narrowed as he got angrier, making him look like a cold venomous snake.
Tang Ling looked up at him with an amused expression. "Are you done with your story?"
His expression and his tone made Draconic Seven feel suffocated as if something was stuck in his throat.
He took a step forward and got as close as he could to the Ninth Ruins. He stuck his head out and faced Tang Ling with his face as he said word by word, "You'd better not kneel down and beg for mercy. Do you think I'm going to wait here like an idiot? Do you think I don't know what's going on here? "
"Since the Stardust Council knows about this place and the Ro family won't let them take over the Ninth Ruins, the Stardust Council will have their own way to deal with this.
Just you wait. Our men are rushing over. How long do you think you can stay in the ruins? "
Tang Ling's expression did not change at all. He stood up, stretched his body, and stepped forward. Through the barrier, his face was almost touching Draconic Seven's face as he said, "I have to admit that your story is interesting. But you have to know that you're the one digging your own grave. The more interesting your story is, the uglier your death will be.
I swear, it's true. I'll be the one to kill you! As for those bullsh * t men you called, I don't care. If this place is that easy to crack, the council wouldn't be here to take advantage of the situation.
"Let's wait and see. When I step out of this town, I'll kill you with my own hands. There's no other reason, other than the fact that your story is so beautiful, your face also disgusts me. "
After that, Tang Ling turned around and picked up the bag on the ground. With that in mind, he paused and gave Draconic Seven the middle finger, which was met with Tang Ling's disdainful gaze.
"You little bastard, I'll kill you!" Draconic Seven finally lost his temper. He dashed forward and wanted to punch Tang Ling.
However, he had forgotten that the ruins would never allow him to enter so easily.
Right after he stepped into the town, a giant lightning bolt descended from the sky and struck Draconic Seven.
Boom! Even though Draconic Seven managed to dodge it, he failed to dodge the lightning bolt and was struck head-on.
Of course, the lightning bolt could not do anything to him, but it made him look extremely haggard.
Tang Ling played along and mocked Draconic Seven. He said calmly, "When I'm bored, I'll come and listen to your stories. I hope you're still as energetic as you are today."
Draconic Seven's eyes shone with rage, but all he could do was watch Tang Ling walk further away. He could not help but think, 'Will he kill me?'
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