Just a few simple words have brought huge amounts of information to the French.

Combined with Ben Baschacher's breathing flame with great visual impact, they could not believe it.

And who are Norton and Tao Xingzhi? No, and there is no need to deceive them on this.

"When we finish visiting here first, we will submit relevant information about evolutionists to your department. Let's continue now."

Tao Xingzhi didn't want to disturb Jiu Tian's perception at this moment because of these things.

The accompanying translation immediately reposts this sentence in standard French.

Everyone did not speak out more, but kept abreast of Huang Jiutian's condition. Of course, the French focused on Huang Jiutian, and even Baru often had a look. Obviously, this strong and overly big guy was also suspected to be an evolutionist.

When Ben stared at Versey, he felt like a frog staring at by a big snake. His whole body felt like he was in an ice cellar. It was not until Ben looked away that he felt better, but his heartbeat could not calm down for the time being.

"Sorry, I'm more angry because of the evolutionary attributes, but I have excellent rational and restrained ability, at most I just say a few words."

Norton apologized to Verch lightly.

But if Verch knew that poor Dr. Aven had just escaped from danger with skin grafting, he would not know that he would be calm or not.

The crowd continued to move, and the water plants inside had obviously been cleaned for a round. In addition to some stubborn stains, most of them were clean. Some of the wires and lighting set up by people were in some dim locations.

This secret store is slightly smaller than that in Qingzhen, but the internal space is still large, including many halls and corridors.

Since Huang Jiutian would stop to feel it from time to time, the crowd was not moving fast.

As we moved forward, in addition to the various mysterious symbols that started, characters and stories began to appear frequently.

The first one is carved on a wall on a corridor, a warrior in armor standing on the top of a mountain holding a long sword and a sharp axe.

Although the right hand holds a battle axe, it should be that the craftsmen deliberately show the effect of art, so they reveal half of their right palm.

The palm of the hand obviously has that symbol like the scorching sun.

It is difficult to see the area where the warriors belong to, but the age presented in the painting is absolutely old, because the so-called armor is mixed with some metal pieces and unknown animal bones, full of a wild style.

Huang Jiutian stayed on the warrior's blurry face for a few seconds, and then looked at other locations in the wall carving.

Under the top slope of the mountain where the warriors stand, there are countless monsters.

Some are like evil ghosts, some are like giant beasts, and some are simply a twisted darkness. It is not just that the craftsman cannot present it or that there are such monsters.

Each one is vivid and does not use vague portrayal techniques due to the large number.

The battle axe was already full of gaps, and the long sword was cut off half.

As an artistic display, the craftsman who portrays this wall carving can be regarded as a master and a figure. If the artist is asked to comment, he will probably be able to say a lot of professional appreciation terms such as "tension, realistic, and emotional".

But Jiutian can't see these now.

There is only one warrior in the wall carving, where is Dawn's companion? With so many monsters, he doesn't seem to mean evacuating?

How did he end up?

The wall engraving does not give a definite result, but in the last work of Continuity, a broken sword stuck obliquely on the land was seen.

Some words stuck in my throat but couldn't talk to the people around me.

Huang Jiutian took a few steps forward and reached out to remove a small piece of water weed on the neck of one of the warriors' walls.

That's all he can do now.

All those present were professionals who were dealing with special events and mutations, focusing on monsters on the wall carvings to see if they could correspond to the current mutation events.

The crowd continued to move forward, and similar pictures were increasing.

Some were wearing long robes but waving huge weapons, some were wearing armor and holding spears, and some were simply naked and roaring. Most of them were frightening monsters, while others were directly pitch black. The craftsmen used dark shadows to depict rather than paint to avoid fading.

In the eyes of those who are familiar with Huang Jiutian, he is a little strange today.

To be precise, Jiu Tian has become a little strange since he entered this dusty building.

He rarely speaks and stays on every wall carving for a considerable period of time.

However, the people present were more or less immersed in their thinking about these wall engravings.

A small wall carving in a corridor made the group frown. This was a woman, whose right palm still had that symbol, but was tied to a dry pyre.

There were many people around below, and the craftsman made the crowd look particularly ugly, especially the one holding a torch, who looked like a monster than a human.

‘Stolen!’

This picture is not difficult to guess, or it is the best one to guess, but it is very contrasting with all the wall carvings before.

Jiu Tian twisted his thighs with his hands in his pocket, forcing himself not to stay here too much.

Another corridor in front had collapsed, and everyone walked directly into the hall with the largest space from one hole on one side.

It is still wall carving. In addition to the most conspicuous sun and fireball logo, there is no monster in the carving, but full of a warm and celebratory feeling.

A figure in the robe is portrayed in an artistic exaggerated manner, taller than the people around him.

He held a scepter with a flashing light, and the symbol at the bottom was clearly visible, pressing towards the palm of a kneeler who was stretched out.

In the surrounding scenes, whether they are holding weapons or bare-handed fists, they all reach out to the sky, wave or clench their fists to celebrate.

‘It seems like a crown!’

This is what most people think, and Jiutian understands what these represent, and this is the honor mark he will receive in the near future.

By the time we came out of the building, almost two hours had passed without realizing it.

Although it is not as large as the secret hall of Qingzhen, the richness of wall carvings is far better than that of Qingzhen.

As soon as they got outside, everyone who was always paying attention to Huang Jiutian discovered that something was wrong with him.

It seemed that I could not hold on, and when I got outside, Jiu Tian's condition took a sharp turn for the worse.

Standing outside the building, gasping heavily, sweating on his face, feeling of thought was in a high sense of activity.

Qin Xiaoxia's magic power has spontaneously started to operate, protecting his brain and spirit, allowing Jiu Tian to withstand the soul pain of violent disturbances and changes in his thinking and mental power.

The shock is too strong.

Huang Jiutian, who was only one step away from real evolution, actually caused a qualitative change of spirit that had been ready to move because of this investigation.

Qin Xiaoxia's words here will definitely be exaggerated in his heart as "over-mind-up causes spiritual evolution."

"Jiutian? Are you okay? Jiutian!"

"Go away and give him fresh air!"

"Call the doctor!!"...

The chaotic shouts of the people around him seemed to be very far away from him. Huang Jiutian felt a little unsteady in his standing, but he was immediately supported by the people next to him.

Except for the heavy breathing sounds of my mind, all the previous wall carvings flashed.

A harsh squeaking sound like a microphone aiming at the loudspeaker kept ringing in my mind with a burst of stinging pain.

A faint purple magic burned in front of the eyes, alleviating the torment at this moment, but the consciousness inevitably became blurred...

In a private hospital in Lyon, a large number of people gathered in the corridor outside Huang Jiutian's ward.

Almost all members of the Chinese team are here, while only a few of them are left waiting for news.

The chairs in the aisle were filled with people.

The doctor said that the patient was just overly tired and could recover after a while. However, the people present only used the doctor's words as a reference. After all, Huang Jiutian's situation should be related to Piaomiao's perception.

The information about that building has been searched for a long time. From the Internet to the physical library, the teams of the three countries in China are exploring wildly in a way that is torn to the sky.

The information is quite fragmented, and the sense of existence and unity are extremely low. There are almost no records in formal history.

It's like a randomly circulated fabricated story, but at first glance it's all unfounded.

However, such a rumored organization has an exaggerated secret building at the bottom of the reservoir, which also consumes the perceptual Huang Jiutian to a coma.

"What exactly exists in the Dawn Association? Will it be the same as the mysterious organization that Shencheng has come into contact with?"

Tao Xingzhi stared at his phone in a low voice.

Search information sent by domestic team members is constantly received.

The light in the dark, the savior, the cunning deceiver, the pretending to be a ghost, the heroes who eliminate evil, the saints, the villains who seek profit...

In the early AD, in the Middle Ages, the historical changes of dynasty replacement...England, Nordic, America, Asia... seems to have a slight connection with various religions in various regions...

All information and information cannot be considered in-depth.

There are only a few records around the world, most of which are found in biography and paintings of unofficial history.

The recorded time has lasted for nearly a thousand years, and this may not be the whole thing. It is not difficult to see some earlier traces from the previous wall carvings.

Perhaps no one has ever paid attention to this overlooked historical organization as much as it is now.

Perhaps for the first time, people have discovered that there is a mysterious existence that runs through a long history and spans all over the world.

They have never entered the sight of those in power and the public, and have moved forward in a low-key manner in history.

Or, they may not have no popularity before, but have been forgotten by history either actively or passively.

Tao Xingzhi thought of the previous investigation that the French authorities had ended without success, the past guards of the mysterious existence, and the meaningful words of the mysterious people outside the city of Shencheng.

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