When Shi Mu appeared just now, except for Ye Tingbai and even his sub-personality, they all knew everything.

Ye Tingbai: "I have already put it away. Let's gather the materials here separately and move them all back to the Order Office."

Several people wanted to ask more questions, but Ye Tingbai obviously didn't want to talk more. Ye Tingbai couldn't understand Shi's mother and was moody. Moreover, Ye Tingbai didn't fully believe what Shi's mother said just now.

In the fourth era, Shi Mu said she hit the wrong person when she tried her best?

That’s outrageous!

There were a lot of things in the research base. In the end, Ye Tingbai had to get a group of people from Yangcheng to collect materials here. The life support facilities were very complete, so ordinary people would have no problem moving around here.

In this base, the foundation has a lot of research information. It is hard to imagine how much effort they have invested here. But now it has been hurriedly destroyed. From the time Yuan Wuming was notified to come here to Ye Tingbai finding the real base, no matter how hard it is,

More than 24 hours.

In this short period of time, the foundation discovered Ye Tingbai's intentions and decided to destroy this place. It would rather be broken than destroyed. This also made Ye Tingbai see something. The foundation's malicious intention towards him.

Really big.

After Guang Ri's death, Ye Tingbai originally wanted to develop peacefully with the Foundation. After all, there was no conflict in purpose between the two. The Foundation was not keen on rights. Even though the Foundation was already the uncrowned king before, he was willing to give up the law enforcement power.

Lost it to the Office of Order.

Therefore, Ye Tingbai never doubted the foundation's goal of maintaining the stability of mankind. If the foundation was greedy for profit and had any evil purpose, mankind would have been doomed long ago.

As an important contributor to the continuation of humankind, Ye Tingbai never thought about killing the donkey, but the foundation does not seem to think so, resisting contact, and now it is a blatant confrontation.

At 6:30 in the evening, Ye Tingbai took a few people back to the order office. The day was indeed tiring, but maybe it was just him, Wu Yi and Chun Xia were basically useless.

Yuan Wuming was more unlucky, everyone died, and he really became lifeless this time. Ye Tingbai could shape his body, because the quality of Yuan Wuming's soul was very good, reaching golden level.

It was enough for Ye Tingbai to help him shape a good body, but it was still the eighth level, which was quite different from what he had been during his lifetime.

There was no good food left in the cafeteria at night, so Ye Tingbai took a few people out of the tube. He didn't want to eat, so the sub-personality must be hungry. Basically, unless there was something special, Ye Tingbai would ensure that the sub-personality had three meals a day.

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The sub-personality is like a child. He will be hungry and want to eat, but he will not take the initiative to eat on his own. He is a very contradictory person.

After ordering a table of dishes, only the sub-personality ate the most happily. Wu Yi was preoccupied, as if thinking about something else, while Chun Xia was still in a daze. It seemed that the terrifying scene during the day had a big impact on her.

impact.

Chunxia: "So, is this done for today?"

Ye Tingbai: "Not really, there are still a lot of doubts. I will sort it out again in the evening. It is a big gain to be able to get rid of that thing completely.

Brother Yuan, what do you want to do in the future?"

Yuan Wuming glanced at Ye Tingbai blankly. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. He had never thought about what happened after death, let alone that humans could continue to exist after death.

Yuan Wuming: "What else can I do?"

Ye Tingbai: "Death is not the end. You should have seen those eighth-level warriors who suddenly appeared in the Institute of Order. They are all people who have died before."

Yuan Wuming: "Can I do it too?"

Ye Tingbai: "Of course, but before that, I hope you can continue to answer my question, how did you break through the limits of human beings?"

Ye Tingbai has made many attempts, but without exception, humans can only be strengthened to the eighth level at most. No matter how many skills are added, he will only be an all-powerful eighth level without any qualitative change.

There is no one like Yuan Wuming, not to mention that he can control pollution to that level and emit powerful pollution power without showing any signs of losing control of his body, which is rare.

Yuan Wuming let out a long sigh: "Actually, this is not something special about me. This is a project transformation of the Foundation. After the capacity reaches the limit and the pollution imbalance can be controlled better, it may be transformed.

I didn't know the process of transformation. I only knew that after the transformation, I became like that.

Without special control, pollution will be suppressed and capabilities will increase."

When Ye Tingbai heard this answer, he felt both happy and worried. He was happy that this method could be copied, but worried that it would be difficult to obtain the transformation method from the foundation.

Ye Tingbai: "I will give you a body, and the strength will definitely be slightly weaker than your original appearance. From now on, you will be responsible for destroying the foundation's research base."

Yuan Wuming frowned and straightened his body. After struggling for a long time, it was best to shake his head.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it. Even if the foundation treats me too much, it's still something I should know. The foundation has its own operating rules, and everything is as it should be."

This is probably the charm of the foundation. The foundation is both good and evil. Even if you want to change the overall policy of the foundation, it is very difficult. This is the result of the joint efforts of dozens or even hundreds of generations of human beings.

Ye Tingbai wasn't angry either. It didn't matter whether he did it or not. The foundation's survival would not change because of one Yuan Wuming.

Ye Tingbai: "Then just pretend I didn't say anything and go and prepare to attack America with Pei Meihong."

Yuan Wuming: "Is it Mechanical C'Thun?"

Ye Tingbai: "You know the best, it's that thing."

Yuan Wuming: "Of course I know that that thing will develop into what it is now. The Foundation has 80% of the responsibility. There has been a quarrel within the Foundation for a long time about this matter.

But there is no other way, everything has been done.”

Ye Tingbai glanced at Yuan Wuming in disbelief. He couldn't even understand what he was talking about. He had forcibly pulled C'Suen out to fight against the divine corpse, and then he seemed to have left the earth.

And the deep sea, which regarded C'Thun as its lifelong enemy, also went berserk.

Everything went as planned. Ye Tingbai never thought about the foundation at all. Moreover, at that time, the foundation also contributed to the fight against the zombies, although it only provided a little help.

Ye Tingbai: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Wuming: "The Red Star Soul is itself a containment object of the Foundation. Do you understand? To use it requires the consent of more than half of the members. But that time was particularly strange. None of the members seemed to agree.

But it was still taken out of the shelter, and then the matter was settled."

Mechanical C'Thun itself is not powerful. He has some attributes of a god, but compared with a real god, he is much weaker. Ye Tingbai also has a way to deal with it, but the trouble is that the red star soul is very consistent with its attributes.

Mechanical Cthun can transform ordinary materials into machines, while Red Star Soul can give machines life. When these two things are put together, there is no solution.

Brown sugar is also difficult to solve

Ye Tingbai: "Okay, I know this. You can eat. I'll go back first."

He felt very unhappy. He had never wanted to completely destroy the Foundation as much as he did now, but this thing had penetrated into every corner of the world.

Ye Tingbai returned to his office, looking at his computer in a trance. He kept deducing the consequences of completely breaking up with the foundation in his head, and he could not escape unscathed.

Ye Tingbai inadvertently glanced at his computer desktop and glanced at the recording file. It didn't matter. He was so surprised that he almost jumped up. Not only did the recording file not stop changing because the piece of flesh and blood was destroyed,

And the length also jumped to one minute and thirty seconds.

Originally, this recording only lasted for a mere thirty seconds.

At this time, Ye Tingbai began to really pay attention to this recording. If this recording has nothing to do with Shi Mu, why does it show unique attributes in time?

The content of the recording once contained a prophecy about disaster. If it is regarded as a prophecy, then the recording time of this recording should be before the Fourth Era, but before the Fourth Era, humans had no technological civilization at all.

The recording had changed so much that Ye Tingbai was naturally ready to try listening to it again. For this purpose, he prepared a lot of recorders and it would not be troublesome to destroy them.

There was still no change in the first twenty seconds of recording. After twenty seconds, noise appeared again. In the past, when noise appeared in the recording, it meant that the device was about to explode, but until thirty seconds, the recorder did not explode.

But there is nothing special in it, just sparse noise.

Recording: “Bah, bah, bah, bah,

listen,

If, there is..."

As characters began to appear in the recording, Ye Tingbai immediately became more energetic. He carefully distinguished each syllable and recorded them all on paper. His sub-personality also came over and listened carefully.

The one-and-a-half-minute recording was quickly finished, and there were more than twenty words on the white paper in front of Ye Tingbai, but these words could not form a complete sentence. Probably every sentence, Ye Tingbai only

One word can be heard.

Ye Tingbai: "Did you hear clearly what it said?"

Sub-personality: "No, just noise."

"Didn't you hear?

Obviously the two of us listened together?"

Sub-personality: "Perhaps this is what it is. Everyone hears different things. The benevolent has different opinions and the wise have different opinions. Find a few more people to listen to it."

Ye Tingbai went to Li Xiaoxiao before and after. In spring and summer, Johnson listened to them all. Without exception, they could all hear the recording, and the equipment would not explode again, but the content was different. Everyone

I heard some information, but it was as incomplete as what Ye Tingbai heard.

While several people were taking turns listening to the recording, the recording changed again, from one minute and thirty seconds to two minutes and ten seconds.

The duration of the recording continues to increase, which means that someone has been trying to operate this recording at some time. This itself is a very large workload, similar to encoding and decoding. The foundation's research clearly states that adding one second of recording may

It requires months or even years of work.

And that recording was originally twenty seconds, and after a few years it only reached thirty-one seconds. Over the years, it only increased by eleven seconds.

But now this recording seems to have lost its restraints, like a wild horse running wild.

Ye Tingbai turned on the recording again and started playing it. This time the noise became smaller. As the recording time increased, the recording became clearer.

Recording: "Beep, beep, beep.

If you can hear this, I hope you will pay attention to it and go to Fujing Changhai Sanatorium immediately. Everything,,, everything is not too late..."

Ye Tingbai heard a clear speech, and only Ye Tingbai could hear this speech. Others could also hear some information, but most of it was insignificant.
To be continued...