nyslfriends Chapter 135: The 3rd Anchor is still one place away.
Chapter 135: The 3rd Anchor is still one place away.
The warp beams were spread out in mid-air.
The paper covered with names was still trembling slightly.
It's like someone has a knife, ready to slice down row by row.
No one spoke on the field.
The Bull Demon King couldn't hold back any longer and started cursing.
"Delete your mother's legs!"
He reached out to grab the page.
Before his hand could even touch it, the outer layer of the scroll suddenly contracted, curling inward like a living thing. Sun Wukong was even faster; with a horizontal press of his golden cudgel, he pinned the scroll in mid-air.
"Trying to run away?"
The stick fell with a hum.
Several cracks appeared along the outer edge of the shaft.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from within, like a thin snake, and climbed up the shaft of the staff.
Sun Wukong's eyes turned cold, and he flicked his wrist.
The black mist shattered on the spot.
Chen Fan had already memorized that list.
It wasn't just those few.
Of the people who fought their way up Huaguo Mountain, seven out of ten are still in the upper echelons.
Even figures like Nezha and Yang Jian, who had long been sidelined by the Heavenly Court, were labeled as "replaceable."
The meaning is crystal clear.
The Buddhist sect and the Heavenly Court not only need to revise the script.
They also want to purge people.
If it doesn't obey, replace it.
If you can't replace it, cut it.
If that doesn't work, delete it.
Tang Sanzang stared at the two characters "Chen Fan," his voice deep and resonant.
"They're going to eliminate you first."
"It's not about eliminating me first." Chen Fan pointed to the top of the list. "It's about bringing all the out-of-line people back. Whoever is the most reckless will die first."
Zhu Ganglie's face was grim.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's just smash this broken scroll!"
"Smashing it would only damage the outer casing," Chen Fan shook his head. "The real work isn't done here."
The current version of Tang Sanzang suddenly raised his hand.
The black booklet snapped shut.
The scroll of "Authentic Journey to the West General Outline" seemed to be drawn by something, and the outer layer of yellow paper began to peel off, falling off piece by piece. After falling to the ground, it did not turn to ash, but instead revealed an even older layer of texture underneath.
There is only one character on the background.
cut.
The character wasn't very big.
But anyone who sees it feels uneasy.
The little white dragon took half a step forward and whispered, "This thing smells like the execution platform."
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
He immediately took out the annihilation mark fragment.
The moment that thing was used, the surrounding air seemed to become heavier.
When he pulled it out of the annihilation field last time, it was like a piece of dead iron. Now, however, it was gently warm in his palm. On the other side, the "Zhan" sword he had stolen from the old version of Xuanzang's Bureau also began to tremble on its own.
hum.
The ink shavings trembled.
The cleaver trembled again.
The two things seemed to recognize each other, and simultaneously stretched out a black line that pointed straight to the ground.
It's not Flower Fruit Mountain.
It's not Wuzhishan.
It's not the western route either.
It refers to something further down.
The Bull Demon King's eyes bulged out.
"It really has a nest?"
Chen Fan didn't reply, but directly urged his divine sense to press down.
Deep underground, layers of restrictions were torn open like tattered cloth.
Soon, he saw an opening.
That place is hidden in the lower level of the Execution Platform.
The opening wasn't large, like an old door slanted into a dark wall. Outside the door lay many broken lamps, their bases cracked and wicks long since blackened. There was no plaque above the door, only a half-erased carving.
Clear out the outlet.
Only two and a half of the three words remain.
But everyone understood it.
Sun Wukong grinned, but there was no warmth in his smile.
"We've found the place."
Just then, a coughing sound suddenly came from the side and behind.
The gray-robed sutra reader appeared out of nowhere.
This old geezer has been appearing and disappearing mysteriously these days. He pretended to be deaf and dumb in the Bureau of Scriptures before, but now he's showing up on his own.
As soon as the Bull Demon King saw him, he grabbed his axe and charged.
"Old bastard, trying to be the riddle-maker again?"
The gray-robed sutra-observing man raised his head, his eye sockets were bluish, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for several days.
He didn't even glance at the Bull Demon King, only staring at the inkstone in Chen Fan's hand.
"You actually managed to touch it."
"Do you know that place?" Chen Fan asked.
"I know," the gray-robed sutra-reading man nodded. "I even went in once."
As soon as he said that, everyone looked at him.
Zhu Ganglie looked incredulous.
"You went in and came out alive?"
The gray-robed scholar twitched the corner of his mouth.
"The one who comes out may not be the same person as before."
There was a moment of silence on the field.
Chen Fan went straight to the point.
"What are the rules inside?"
The gray-robed scholar remained silent for two breaths, then raised his hand and patted his chest.
"Those who go in, first delete their names, then delete their identities."
"His name is erased from the register; his body is washed away from the stage."
"If you're only physically strong, you can't withstand it. If you're only mentally strong, you still can't withstand it. That place will first erase all traces of you from all the old books. Only when no one outside remembers you will that knife inside fall."
The Bull Demon King felt his scalp tingle.
"Who the hell can withstand this?"
The gray-robed sutra reader continued.
"The Clearing Out Gate is not the main gate of the Execution Platform. It's much dirtier. The main gate at least has a name and a list of crimes. The Clearing Out Gate doesn't care about any of that. They only do one thing there: make room for the names to be deleted or altered."
"Whoever's name is on the list is likely to walk through that area."
Tang Sanzang flipped through the black leather book in his hand very quickly.
The paper lay still on one side.
A string of thin characters appeared above.
"In the lower level of the Execution Platform, all replacements, weakenings, and deletions must be filed by the Clearance Department."
Pigsy swallowed hard.
"Archiving? Isn't that just burying people alive?"
"More or less." Chen Fan narrowed his eyes. "Except they didn't bury corpses, they buried everything the people left behind while they were still alive."
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground.
"Then we should go even more."
The gray-robed sutra reader finally turned to look at him, his eyes filled with a strange expression.
"You really want to go? You'll probably be the first one to make a move there. From the initial version to the current version and the revised version, you've been linked to the most people. Once you step in, you might not even remember who you are."
Sun Wukong laughed.
"The day I popped out of the stone, no one taught me who I was."
"They wrote one version. The Buddhist sect revised it. The Heavenly Court added another version."
"No matter how much I write, none of it is something I personally agree with."
After he finished speaking, he held the stick horizontally in his hand.
The killing intent surged forth.
The gray-robed scholar stared at him for a few moments, then stopped trying to persuade him.
Chen Fan has already started to reel in the wires.
"What about the area around Wuzhi Mountain?"
The White Dragon immediately reported: "Good news. The broken stele has been unearthed, and the old monkey spirit has been stabilized. Six Ears has completely cut off the outer patrols; no one can send the message out."
"What about the western route?"
Tang Sanzang spoke up: "It's done. After the original outline was torn open, the replacement line was broken in half. I also burned two of the meeting points that Chen Xuance had previously buried."
The Bull Demon King chuckled.
"Not to mention Huaguo Mountain. The brothers were all like they'd swallowed gunpowder when they heard their names were on the list. They're all waiting for a word."
Pigsy followed suit.
"We've been holding back for ages. We've been wanting to pull off a big heist."
The moment the good news arrived from all three fronts, the atmosphere became electric.
The slight malevolent aura that had been suppressed by the previous list was quickly dissipated.
Chen Fan made up his mind.
Now that the loop has been closed, it's time to wrap things up.
The three anchors are only one piece short.
The previous points, whether it was the broken stele at Wuzhishan or the general outline of the Western Route, were all about overturning the tablecloth. What truly suppressed the entire revision bureau was the clearing out of officials.
That's a knife handle.
As long as the knife handle doesn't break, if you tear off a page today, you'll just add another one tomorrow.
He looked up and glanced around.
Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, White Dragon Horse, Zhu Bajie, and Bull Demon King.
Further out, there were layers of the main force of Huaguo Mountain gathering.
These names are all on the list.
This is no longer the time to wait for people to come to us.
"Chen Xuance hasn't returned yet," Tang Sanzang whispered a reminder.
"We can't wait any longer," Chen Fan replied decisively. "If we wait any longer, he'll delete his name first. By the time he comes back, we'll probably have blocked all the communication channels."
The Bull Demon King grinned.
"That's right. I hate waiting the most."
Pigsy touched the rake.
"Then let's go all out."
Without uttering any nonsense, the little white dragon simply slung the dragon spear over his shoulder.
Sun Wukong is more direct.
"Who will lead the way?"
Chen Fan took a step and walked to the crack in the ground that the black line pointed to.
"I'll bring it."
The grey-robed sutra-reading man suddenly said, "Going in is even more dangerous than going in with them."
"I know." Chen Fan looked at the old door underground. "My name is on the list. That's perfect. If I don't go in, how can I see how they remove me?"
After saying that, he pressed the extinguishing mark onto the ground.
hum!
The black line expanded instantly.
The stone layers beneath our feet cracked inch by inch.
A deep, well-like passage appeared, completely dark below, with only a few flickering lights hanging in the far distance.
The wind was blowing up from below.
It was so cold it felt like someone was scraping their face with old paper.
As soon as the passage opened, everyone's name was simultaneously jolted.
Tang Sanzang turned the pages of his black booklet by himself.
The old mark behind Sun Wukong's ear was burning hot.
The demonic markings on the Bull Demon King's chest lit up.
Even on the back of Zhu Ganglie's rake, a row of blurry characters appeared, as if someone was carving them with a knife.
"Damn." Pigsy looked down and his face turned green. "They've really started deleting them?"
Chen Fan's eyes sharpened.
"Now. Go down."
Sun Wukong was the first to leap into the black well.
With a tap of his golden cudgel, he vanished.
Little White Dragon followed closely behind.
Tang Sanzang flipped his hand to put away the black booklet and jumped down as well.
The Bull Demon King and Pigsy followed, cursing and swearing.
Chen Fan turned back one last time and glanced at the gray-robed sutra-observing monk.
Are you coming or not?
The gray-robed sutra reader stood still, the gray on his face appearing even heavier.
"I'm not going."
"Scared?"
"It's not that I'm afraid." He stared at the well, his voice hoarse. "I once lost a name in there. I still haven't found it. If I go any further, I'm afraid I won't even be able to keep what I have now."
Chen Fan didn't ask any more questions and turned to jump.
There was no sound of wind in the dark well.
Only cracked black lamps hung against the stone wall.
They continued to fall.
The further down you go, the more lights there are.
In each dark lamp, it's as if half a sentence is left unsaid.
Suddenly, the bottommost black lamp cracked open.
A line of words floated out from inside the lamp.
It wasn't carved.
It looks like someone just wrote it down.
Chen Fan glanced at it, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
There was only one sentence on it—
Temporary closure agent position, vacant.
Chapter 331 There is an opening beneath the Execution Platform
After the black light cracked, the line of words hung in mid-air, as if it had been written with a red-hot wire.
Temporary closure agent position, vacant.
Sun Wukong laughed first, but his laughter was full of anger.
"A vacancy is good. A vacancy means there's still room to grab one."
He carried the golden cudgel, stepped on it, and landed directly at the bottom.
Chen Fan followed closely behind.
The gray-robed sutra-observing figure landed silently, like an old piece of paper stuck to the ground. The fragment of the author's agent was even stranger; it was clearly human-shaped, but words kept falling off its edges, dissolving upon hitting the ground.
The surroundings suddenly lit up.
It's not the light that's on.
The wall itself opened up.
Chen Fan looked up and his eyelids twitched.
This place is not an underground palace.
It's like an upside-down library.
The bookshelves hung down from overhead, layer upon layer, so dense it was almost unsettling. Each shelf was crammed with pages, scrolls, tattered books, and broken bamboo slips. Names were written on them all; some were clear, others were a blotchy mess of ink.
What's even more frightening is that those names are all hanging in the balance.
It's like being hanged in mid-air.
Without Pigsy's (Zhu Ganglie's) cursing, the atmosphere was even more subdued. Sun Wukong glanced around and twitched his nose.
"It has no smell of blood, and no ethereal aura."
The gray-robed sutra-reading man whispered, "This is the clearance point. It's for people who have been cut, lines that have been abandoned, and plays that have been abandoned. The upper-level recycling machine is located behind this warehouse."
Chen Fan looked ahead.
At the end there is a huge wheel frame.
It looks like a waterwheel, or a winch.
It was studded with gold nails. Each nail was strung with a thin thread. The other end of the thread was embedded in the names and pages. The wheel turned slowly. With each rotation, a batch of names faded slightly.
No wonder it's called the Clearing Out Gate.
This is a garbage dump.
"Walk."
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Chen Fan led the charge forward.
He had only taken three steps when he heard a soft sound in his ear.
It looked like someone had taken a pen and scratched it on the paper.
He turned his head.
The group of author's agent fragments stood still, their bodies half a head shorter.
No, it's not that I'm shorter.
It's the part on its chest that's missing.
The edges of the notch are very neat, as if it had been cut away with a cutter.
The fragment itself paused for a moment, looked down at the gap, and emitted a hoarse, rattling sound.
"Which part am I...?"
Before it could finish speaking, the word "duan" in its mouth faded away.
Chen Fan's face darkened.
"Don't stand anywhere. Here, names are eaten first, then people."
The gray-robed scholar raised his sleeve, and a string of scriptures appeared on the cuff, encircling his name. Sun Wukong understood as well, raised his hand and pointed to his chest, a surge of demonic energy forcefully suppressing the three characters "Sun Wukong".
Just as I pressed it down, a row of bookshelves above my head suddenly opened.
Seven or eight sheets of paper fell down and flew past them.
The pages were covered with annotations.
"Can be shaved."
"Can be substituted."
"Old versions will be retained, current versions will be recalled."
Sun Wukong swept his staff across the paper, shredding it all.
It shattered, but the ink fragments didn't fall to the ground; they all climbed up the shaft and landed on his forehead.
Chen Fan shouted, "Don't touch the words!"
It's too late.
Sun Wukong's body trembled, and the stone beneath his feet cracked open.
The arrogance on his face twitched for a moment, then his eyes went vacant for a second.
Chen Fan could see it clearly.
The two characters "Wukong" were being drawn outwards from between Sun Wukong's eyebrows.
Like two nails, being slowly pulled out.
Only "Sun" remains.
Once a monkey is reduced to just its surname, its flavor completely changes.
The gray-robed sutra-observing man turned pale and said urgently, "If he loses 'Wukong,' he will revert to the old Monkey King of Flower Fruit Mountain and have the general outline rewritten."
"Rewrite your grandpa's."
Chen Fan then pulled out the stack of drafts from his pocket.
Those were torn pages from an old manuscript, the very thing they'd kept safe all this time.
Without hesitation, he bit his finger, used his blood as ink, and wrote two words on a blank space on a draft.
Wukong.
After he finished writing, he slapped Sun Wukong on the forehead.
boom!
Those two words were like a red-hot stamp, pressed back down forcefully.
Sun Wukong straightened up abruptly, his eyes instantly returning to their original position, and swung his golden cudgel in a wide arc to smash down.
"Dare to touch Old Sun's name!"
That was an outrageously vicious blow.
The first three shelves of the inverted bookshelf exploded on the spot.
Countless pages flew about, and a series of shrill screams echoed through the warehouse. It wasn't human screams; it was the trembling of the names hanging there.
Chen Fan was also shaken and took two steps back, his palms burning with pain.
He looked up and saw that his attack had been effective, but the trouble was much greater.
After the bookshelf exploded, the true structure behind it was revealed.
Not one.
It's a row.
Thirty-six silver-black wheeled frames stood side by side, like a giant mouth swallowing a massive amount of paper. Whatever was swallowed, whether names or annotations, would spew out golden threads on the other side. Those golden threads then ascended, leading to even higher places.
The upper floor is not a warehouse.
The higher-ups are using this stuff to supplement other scripts.
The gray-robed sutra reader felt a tightness in his throat.
"This is the recycling machine. Delete one character, and you can replace ten supporting characters and fill twenty loopholes. No wonder they keep getting more and more content as the war goes on."
Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, let out a cold laugh.
"Good deal."
Chen Fan's eyes, however, were fixed on something deeper.
Hidden in the middle of the wheel frame is a stone platform.
The stone platform was small, locked on all four sides, and a chair was placed in front of it.
The chair has wide armrests, and two ancient characters are engraved on the backrest.
Annihilation.
"Found it."
Chen Fan charged forward.
They had only approached ten zhang when their surroundings changed again.
The pages that had been hanging in the air were flipped over one by one, revealing human faces. There was Yang Jian, Nezha, the Bull Demon King, the White Dragon Horse, and even an old version of Xuanzang. Every face was staring at them, its mouth opening and closing.
"For you."
"Delete you."
"Recycle you."
It wasn't very loud, but it drilled into my ears really hard.
The fragments of the author's agent couldn't hold on any longer. As it walked, words fell from its shoulders, and suddenly a piece of its shoulder went empty, followed by half of its arm going limp.
It suddenly pounced in front of Chen Fan, making a cracking sound.
"Next to the seat... there's a permission slot... three anchors... you can only sit down when all three anchors are in place..."
Chen Fan grabbed it.
Which three anchors?
The fragment trembled a few times, and squeezed out a few words.
"Main character anchor... Old history anchor... Observation anchor..."
After it finished speaking, its entire face became a blurry mess, like ink soaked in water.
Sun Wukong cursed and stepped forward to tear off the two paper pages depicting human faces that were rushing towards him.
"Stop dawdling. Get on stage first."
Chen Fan understood.
The main anchor is mostly him and Sun Wukong.
The old anchor must be a gray-robed sutra reader.
The observation anchor is most likely this fragment, or the author's proxy permissions it represents.
The problem is, it's almost gone.
The four of them pushed through the whispers.
The closer you get to the stone platform, the stronger the sense of detachment becomes.
Chen Fan took the seventh step and suddenly paused.
He couldn't quite remember which day he woke up when he first transmigrated.
By the time he reached the ninth step, even the taste of the hundredth fruit at the foot of Five Finger Mountain had become blurry in his mind.
His heart suddenly tightened.
This place doesn't just draw names, it also draws experiences. Without experience, you're no different from a blank piece of paper. At that point, whatever anyone writes for you, that's all you can act in.
"Don't stop!"
Sun Wukong grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him forward.
The gray-robed sutra reader went all out, pulling all the scriptures from his sleeve and slamming them onto the stone platform.
As soon as the scripture was recited, three channels lit up in front of the stage.
It really is a triple anchor.
The first slot reads "Traveler".
The second compartment is inscribed with "verified".
The third compartment is labeled "Marginal Note".
Chen Fan's eyes lit up.
"It matches up!"
Sun Wukong didn't even look at it, and simply raised his hand to press a wisp of his natal hair into the first groove.
The trough shook violently and flashed with golden light.
The gray-robed sutra reader gritted his teeth, pulled the tattered sutra from his sleeve, and stuffed it into the second slot.
The second slot lit up as well.
Only one slot remains.
Everyone looked at the fragments of the author's agent.
It stood still, like a piece of charcoal that was about to burn out.
"Marginal note...Those who are to be seated...should place it themselves..."
It raised its remaining hand and handed a grayish-white fragment to Chen Fan.
There was only half a word on the fragment.
It's like a comment, and also like a delete.
Chen Fan reached out to take it.
Just then, a laugh suddenly rang out from beside the stone platform.
not tall.
It's very light.
But it was the kind of thing that made people's scalp tingle.
"They arrived quickly."
Everyone turned their heads sharply.
Before anyone knew it, another person had appeared next to the agent's seat.
He sat on the stone railing beside the chair, one leg dangling, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, as if he had been waiting there to watch the show.
He wore a green robe and a jade crown, and had gentle features.
It was Chen Xuance.
Sun Wukong's eyes turned icy cold, and he pointed his golden cudgel straight at them.
"It's you again."
Chen Fan gripped the fragments tightly in his hand, staring at the other person, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"How did you get here first?"
Chen Xuance smiled and patted the chair that represented the elimination of the scene.
"First to arrive?"
"Chen Fan, aren't you mistaken about something?"
He leaned forward slightly, and the smile in his eyes slowly faded.
"This spot was originally reserved for you."
Chapter 332 Only One Proxy Position Can Be Seated
The gash beneath the Execution Platform resembles a gaping mouth.
At the deepest part of the Black Well, there is only one chair.
The chair has a high back and wide armrests, and its entire body is gray, as if it were dug out of old ashes. There is a ring of dark patterns pressed under the chair legs. The patterns are not shiny, but they are constantly moving, as if someone is repeatedly carving them with a knife underneath.
Chen Xuance sat up there.
One hand rested on the armrest, while the other held half a seal.
The seal was only the size of a palm, but its edges were very neat, and the break was flat, not like it was broken, but like it had been deliberately cut open. The seal was facing outwards, and half of the two ancient characters on it were already lit up.
acting.
The Bull Demon King gasped for breath.
"That bastard has really figured it out."
Zhu Ganglie took a step forward, raising his nine-toothed rake.
"Brother Fan, I'll smash him to death, and the chair is yours."
"Don't move."
Chen Fan raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the half-seal.
He finally understood why Chen Xuance was so composed.
This guy isn't here to steal a spot.
He's here to clean up the mess.
Chen Xuance looked at Chen Fan and smiled faintly.
"You chased me all the way here, that wasn't easy."
"Unfortunately, you're always just a step short."
With a flick of his finger, the half of the agent's seal hovered in his palm. With a hum, more than a dozen dark lights around him lit up at the same time.
When the light shines on it, a line of old words appears beneath the chair.
Temporary site closure proxy position.
Current candidate: Chen Xuance.
The Bull Demon King cursed him out.
"Substitute my ass."
Sun Wukong took a step forward, and his golden cudgel made a loud thud on the ground.
"Get down here."
Chen Xuance didn't look at him, he only stared at Chen Fan.
"You should know that this position isn't determined by who has the biggest fist."
"Check the paperwork here."
"Let's see who looks more like the person who should sign."
After he finished speaking, he pressed down with his palm.
Half of the agent's seal fell into the groove on the chair armrest.
Click.
The groove is now lit.
But only half of it was lit.
Chen Xuance narrowed his eyes, but his tone became even softer.
"Just one last step."
"Once it's completed, I can seal this place off with a single thought."
"You all must stay here."
The well fell silent.
The old version of Xuanzang held his staff, his eyes deep and serious. The current version of Tang Sanzang opened the black-covered book, his hand hovering over the edge of the page, and remained silent.
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
"you're right."
"This place does indeed require proper documentation."
Chen Xuance's eyes twitched.
The next moment, Chen Fan reached into his pocket and started taking things out one by one.
First, there was an old seal.
The seal is small, the stone is yellowish, and it looks like an old thing dug out from the foot of a mountain. There are five deep finger marks on the bottom of the seal.
The origin of Wuzhishan.
As soon as this thing appeared, the entire Black Well sank down, as if even the foundation could be recognized.
A golden light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and a slow grin spread across his face.
"The root imprint of Lao Tzu's mountain."
For the first time, the smile on Chen Xuance's face faded slightly.
Chen Fan didn't stop.
The second item was a long, rectangular seal.
There are three cracks on the side, and the four characters on the front are missing a corner, but they are still recognizable.
The main line of the western route is printed.
As soon as it lit up, the black booklet in the current version of Tang Sanzang's hand turned three pages on its own, as if in response.
Chen Xuance tapped the armrest lightly with his fingers.
Chen Fan then opened his palm again.
In his palm were the smears of the scene he had collected along the way.
Broken, black, dirty, as if scorched by fire.
Chen Xuance, who had been calm, finally looked serious when he saw the debris.
"You even received this."
"luck."
Chen Fan grinned.
"And their character."
Zhu Ganglie almost burst out laughing.
"Brother Fan, you're shameless to say that."
"Shut up."
Chen Fan cursed, but his hands didn't stop moving.
All three things were suspended at the same time.
The origin is imprinted on the left, the main line on the right, and the annihilation field imprint fragments float in the middle. When the three beams of light touch, the imprint fragments first vibrate, then piece together, then press down, and somehow manage to forcibly fill in a fragmented background pattern.
Incomplete.
It can be recognized by rules.
Above the dark well, a dozen or so dark lights suddenly shone brightly.
In front of the chair, another seat slowly appeared.
It's not a chair.
It resembles an old desk that was temporarily pulled out.
The desktop was cracked, with a piece missing from one corner, as if it had been hastily added.
A line of text appeared.
The competition for seats begins.
Judgment criteria: Who has greater legitimate continuity of agency.
The Bull Demon King stared in disbelief.
"This works?"
Chen Fan shook his wrist.
"Nonsense. There's only one official seat. If you can't win it, then drag the jury out."
Chen Xuance's expression was no longer pleasant.
He stood up, stepped down from the agent's chair, and sat down directly in front of his own chair.
Chen Fan didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down behind the broken case table.
As soon as I sat down, a black line appeared on both sides of my head.
It's like doing accounting.
Chen Xuance's side lit up first.
Alternate filing. Residual authorization from higher authorities. Half a stamp printed by an agent. 30% share.
Pigsy hissed.
"Thirty percent is quite a lot."
Immediately after, Chen Fan's side lit up.
The origin of Wuzhishan. It accounts for 10%.
The western main line is printed. It accounts for 10%.
The remaining kernel was pieced together from the annihilation of the field imprint. It accounted for half of the total.
The Bull Demon King frowned.
"Only 25%?"
Chen Xuance looked up, his smile returning.
"Chen Fan, you have quite a lot of stuff."
"Unfortunately, they're all scraps."
"These paperwork documents don't care if you can steal them; they only care who's from the old system."
No sooner had he finished speaking than another message popped up on his end.
Original register of related persons. Add 15%.
The total is 45%.
Pigsy's face fell.
"What's the point of playing this game?"
Chen Xuance leaned back in his chair, speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Admit defeat, and I'll at least leave you a whole corpse."
"Your patches are so thin they're not even enough to plaster a wall."
The staff in Sun Wukong's hand had already begun to crack.
"Old Chen, stop competing, I'll go and twist his head off too."
"What's the rush?"
Chen Fan slammed his hand on the desk.
"He understands the procedures, but I understand them even better."
Chen Xuance looked at him, his eyes turning colder.
"What cards do you have left?"
Chen Fan did not answer immediately.
He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a few crumpled old papers.
Paper is worthless.
It was covered in creases and watermarks, like it had been dug out of a garbage dump.
But as soon as they were laid out, the entire Black Well fell silent for a moment.
Because there were three words written on the top of the first piece of paper.
False annotation.
The Bull Demon King's eyes widened in surprise.
"You even prepared this kind of dirty work?"
Chen Fan didn't even look up.
"Stop talking nonsense."
He pressed the first piece of paper onto the table.
The paper instantly turned into a black streak and disappeared into the tabletop.
Chen Fan's side immediately jumped to the next word.
Historical annotations leave traces. Add half a percent.
Chen Xuance sneered.
"They dare to bring something fake onto the stage?"
Chen Fan looked up at him.
"Do you think they check the authenticity first, or whether it can be connected?"
In short, Chen Xuance said nothing more.
This place is no ordinary government office.
The priority here is not innocence.
It is continuous.
Chen Fan threw out the second piece of paper.
That was a rejected proposal.
The handwriting was messy, and the ink had smudged. At the top was written the Western Route Reorganization Plan, but the next few lines had been crossed out. But at the very bottom, there was an old stamp that was so faint it was almost invisible.
The true nature of the rejected case.
The moment the paper hit the table, it made a humming sound.
Chen Fan's side jumps to another word.
The core issues of the old case remain. Add 10%.
The total is 40%.
Pigsy's eyes lit up.
"We caught up!"
Chen Xuance sat up straighter, staring at the abandoned case, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face for the first time.
"Where did you get this?"
Chen Fan smiled.
"From the pit you didn't clean properly."
"You're still lacking in competence."
At this, both the Bull Demon King and Pigsy laughed.
He laughed very loudly.
Chen Xuance's gentle expression was almost impossible to maintain.
"Still half a percent short."
You still can't win.
"Who said I only prepared two?"
Chen Fan slowly raised his hand and took out the last item.
It's not a seal.
不是纸。
It is a thin booklet.
The booklet was old, the cover was peeling. It looked even more shabby than the current edition of Tang Sanzang's black booklet, like a draft that some minor official had thrown away at the bottom of a cabinet.
But as soon as it appeared, even the old version of Xuanzang raised his head.
Chen Fan put the booklet on the table.
"Archived draft".
"The original, unedited version."
Chen Xuance's pupils suddenly contracted.
"impossible."
"This thing should have been burned long ago."
Chen Fan pressed his finger on the cover and clicked open the first page.
The first page is filled with a dense record of changes.
Who was replaced?
Who was weakened?
Which section was rewritten?
Which section was truncated?
At the very bottom, there are a few lines of smaller print, which are the old records from Wuzhishan back then.
Fruit feeder: Chen Fan.
Temporary affiliation. Not yet vacated.
As soon as the line of text lit up, the black line behind Chen Fan suddenly shot upwards.
Continuity of the original manuscript confirmed. Add 20%.
The total is 60%.
The ground shook violently.
The words on Chen Xuance's side began to darken.
The half-stamped agent seal on the chair armrest trembled slightly.
The Bull Demon King was so excited he almost jumped up.
"We've broken through!"
Pigsy slapped his thigh and laughed.
"You damn substitute, keep laughing."
Chen Xuance stared intently at the manuscript, a murderous glint in his eyes for the first time.
"You anticipated this step long ago."
"It's not counted."
Chen Fan stood up and patted the broken case table.
"You trusted the path given to you by those above too much."
"With my unorthodox methods, I'm best at picking up the old things you guys don't want."
"You took half of the agent's seal and thought you were about to win."
"I can still crush you with a pile of junk."
The words fell.
Above the black well, all the black lights simultaneously blazed on.
The chair used for eliminating the venue slowly turned towards Chen Fan.
A line of large characters crashed into the air.
Judgment complete.
Temporary annihilation agency rights belong to Chen Fan.
Time limit: 15 minutes.
The chair next to Chen Xuance cracked with a snap, the armrest splitting open half an inch.
He suddenly stood up, flipped his palm, and a beam of green light slashed towards Chen Fan's chest.
"Die!"
Sun Wukong had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The golden cudgel slammed horizontally, shattering the blue light with a loud boom.
"Can't afford to lose?"
"Then stop sitting here pretending to be someone important."
The Bull Demon King and Pigsy pounced at the same time.
The old version of Xuanzang wielded his staff to seal the left, while the current version of Tang Sanzang flipped through the book and pressed down on the right, directly trapping Chen Xuance half a step in front of the chair.
Chen Xuance's sleeves billowed open, his face turning frighteningly dark.
"Chen Fan, you only have fifteen minutes."
"You really think you can turn the world upside down by getting temporary authority?"
Chen Fan had already walked up to the chair that was used to eliminate the venue.
He stretched out his hand, and the half-print on the armrest and the remaining kernel in his hand flew up at the same time, piecing together a blurry image above the chair back.
The image is unstable.
But it's enough.
The moment Chen Fan sat down, the entire Black Well felt as if someone had pressed a button on its throat.
All the sounds went quiet.
Only the soft sound of pages turning remained.
It was as if a large book was slowly unfolding above his head.
next moment.
The system light screen popped up directly in front of him.
You have been granted temporary authority to eliminate the event.
[Permission Duration: 15 minutes]
[Current number of times upper-level commands can be executed: 1]
Please sign your first order.
Chen Fan stared at the line of text, his finger already raised.
At that moment, a new notification suddenly appeared at the bottom of the screen.
[WARNING: A higher-level bystander has been detected attempting to take over the signing page]
Chapter 333, First Order: Ceasefire
The light screen was suspended in front of me.
There aren't many words.
It was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Please sign your first order.
[WARNING: A higher-level bystander has been detected attempting to take over the signing page]
Chen Fan's eyelids twitched.
He didn't look at Chen Xuance.
He didn't turn around.
In situations like this, whoever talks nonsense first will be the first to die.
He swiped his finger down, and the signature page unfolded directly.
There is only one line at the top where you can fill in the order.
blank.
No formatting.
There are no restrictions.
It's frighteningly simple.
Chen Xuance's smile faded slightly, and he had already left the chair.
"Don't write nonsense."
His voice was still gentle, but his steps quickened.
"You only have one order from above. If you write it wrong, the Ninth Experimental Field will immediately go out of control."
Chen Fan sneered.
"The fact that you're in such a hurry means I've written the right path."
The gentleness in Chen Xuance's eyes finally cracked.
"Chen Fan, do you really think that sitting on it means you've won?"
"This spot is for finishing things up, not for you to show your kindness."
Sun Wukong stepped sideways and slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
boom!
The entire black platform trembled.
"Have you finished talking nonsense?"
"Take one more step and I'll smash your head in."
Chen Xuance stopped.
He stared at Sun Wukong, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Monkey, you can protect him for a while, but you can't protect him from the consequences of his reckless signing."
Pigsy, carrying his rake, also stepped forward, snorting loudly from his nostrils.
"Stop talking nonsense. I want to shave your face just looking at it."
Tang Sanzang did not step forward.
He stared at the signed document on the screen and suddenly whispered, "If the annihilation procedure is truly completed, not a single survivor will be left in the entire Ninth Experimental Field."
The Bull Demon King swore.
"Kid, cut this one first!"
Chen Fan didn't hesitate at all.
With a flick of his finger, Lingwen wrote down eight characters.
The Ninth Experimental Field Extinction Operation is suspended.
He didn't stop writing after he finished.
He added four more words.
Effective immediately.
The final stroke was made.
The entire page of the decree suddenly lit up.
[Command Confirmation]
[In Progress]
next moment.
A muffled thud came from above the black well.
Not one.
There are tens of thousands of them.
It's like countless taut strings snapping in the sky at the same time.
boom!
The entire space beneath the Execution Platform shook.
Chen Xuance's expression changed for the first time.
"you……"
Chen Fan ignored him and stared intently upwards.
The text on the light screen continued to scroll.
[The overall annihilation procedure for the Ninth Experimental Field has been aborted.]
[Forced shutdown of the recycling light beam]
The execution chain of the Correction Division has been frozen.
[Temporary proxy command in effect]
There was a moment of silence.
Immediately afterwards, one by one, the hanging cracked lamps in the entire Black Well went out.
No, it's not extinguished.
The original blood-red color turned completely grayish-white.
It was as if someone had stepped on the executioner's knife.
At the same time.
Above the Three Realms.
The beams of light that were originally piercing down seemed to have been cut in half.
The thickest one above Huaguo Mountain first trembled, then burst apart with a roar.
Jilei Mountain.
Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.
Liusha River.
And those corners that even Chen Fan had never been to.
Everyone looked up at the same time.
They all saw the same scene.
The beam of light stopped.
Heavenly Court, Main Hall of the Correction Department.
The jade books, which had been lined up in a row, fell to the ground with a clatter.
A golden-armored priest was still performing a hand seal when the mirror in front of him went black.
"What happened?"
"The recycling chain has broken!"
"Who gave the order?"
"Isn't the 'elimination agent' position vacant?"
"No, the permission has already been granted!"
The situation is even more chaotic over at Lingshan.
The seals on the row of lotus platforms all vanished at once.
The faces of the monks in charge of calibration turned pale.
"The Ninth Experimental Field has been shut down?"
"Who dares to stop?"
"The Buddhist decree hasn't been fully approved yet!"
An old monk's hand trembled, and the beads rolled away.
"Impossible... unless someone else is sitting in the acting position."
"Who's sitting here?"
No one replied to him.
Because the same name popped into everyone's head.
The person who should have been on the editable list.
Chen Fan.
Deep within the Black Well.
Chen Xuance stared intently at the light screen, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"You actually dared to stop."
Chen Fan leaned back, his shoulders and back pressed against the chair back, and he actually felt a sense of relief.
"You all want to clear the area quickly."
"Then I'll cease fire for now."
"Put the knife away first, then we'll settle the score later."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"good!"
The sound had barely faded when...
Chen Xuance suddenly moved.
He is not Sun Wukong.
He rushed straight to the light screen in front of Chen Fan's hand where he was signing.
With a snap of his fingers, a layer of bluish-white runes burst forth from his palm, as if he were about to tear the entire page off.
"Give it to me!"
This arrest was both ruthless and swift.
Even Zhu Bajie couldn't keep up.
But Sun Wukong was already on guard against him.
With a sweeping motion, the golden cudgel created a series of explosive sounds and struck Chen Xuance's wrist directly.
Chen Xuance had no choice but to change his attack to a block.
boom!
The two forces collided, and the edge of the black platform cracked open.
Gravel fell down with a clatter.
Chen Xuance was forced back three steps.
Sun Wukong didn't retreat an inch, pressing down with the tip of his staff, his eyes frighteningly fierce.
"Trying to steal it?"
"Did you ask Old Sun?"
Chen Xuance flicked his sleeve, dispersing the remaining force, and his voice turned cold.
"Monkey, you can't stop me for long."
"He'll be dead in a quarter of an hour."
Sun Wukong didn't say a word and just swung his staff to smash it.
The second leg is heavier.
The third runner was faster.
Sparks flew wildly across the black platform.
Chen Xuance originally wanted to cut forward, but after three blows, he was forced to the corner.
The Bull Demon King grinned as he watched.
"Good monkey, give him a good beating!"
Pigsy got excited too.
"Old Niu, block the side! Don't let him get around it!"
In an instant, chaos erupted on the black platform.
Sun Wukong directly suppressed the attack.
The Bull Demon King and Pigsy are blocking each other's positions.
Little White Dragon raised his hand to block the side and rear.
No matter how strong Chen Xuance is, he can't break through in a short time.
Chen Fan did not check the battle situation.
He knew that Sun Wukong could hold him off.
The most valuable thing now is the remaining time this chair has.
He pressed down with his finger, and the screen switched to the background.
The page is much more complex than the signature page.
It was densely packed with folding railings.
Execution Chain
Recycling chain
[Experimental Field Anchor Point]
[Deleted/Modified Records]
[Priority Recycling Targets]
Chen Fan's eyes narrowed, and he clicked on the last column.
A list suddenly popped up.
It's not just a few names.
It's a whole page.
Each name is followed by its level, status, and reason for being revoked.
Sun Wukong, Class A.
Tang Sanzang, Part 2 (Section A)
Zhu Ganglie, Yi Shang.
White Dragon, Yi Shang.
Bull Demon King, Class B.
Red Boy, Class B.
The Huaguoshan (Flower and Fruit Mountain) group anchor points are specially marked in red.
Chen Fan scanned the text quickly, reading ten lines at a glance.
The more I looked at it, the colder the back of my neck felt.
This is not a simple matter of removing someone from the list.
This is the priority for removing bones.
Who moves first, and who moves later.
Who can be kept as a substitute?
Who must be completely wiped out.
It's written very clearly.
Tang Sanzang saw it too, and his face darkened considerably.
"They really treat people like raw materials."
Chen Fan swiped his finger towards the very top.
The first line of the list appeared.
It's not Sun Wukong.
It's not Tang Sanzang.
It wasn't even himself.
That line only had five characters.
Huaguoshan True Kernel.
Chen Fan's pupils contracted.
"Eukaryotic?"
The little white dragon next to him also changed his expression.
"Hasn't Flower Fruit Mountain been demolished many times already? Where would the real kernel come from?"
Tang Sanzang seemed to have thought of something, and lowered his voice.
"It's not a mountain."
"It's the part of that mountain that was truly never replaced."
The Bull Demon King roared as he helped block Chen Xuance.
Speak like a human being!
Tang Sanzang stared at the notes following the list.
"The true core of Huaguo Mountain carries the original spiritual anchor."
"Priority: Heavenly."
"Recovery method... After remote locking, forced extraction."
Chen Fan's heart sank.
He finally understood why Chen Xuance was in such a hurry to grab the summons.
The extermination has stopped.
They would then have to use more precise knives.
It directly targets the very root of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Once the core is lost, even if the land of Flower Fruit Mountain remains, only the shell will remain.
Sun Wukong's side was still launching a fierce attack.
Chen Xuance was forced to retreat, and blood even came out of the corner of his mouth.
But instead, he laughed.
Chen Fan felt a chill run down his spine from the laughter.
"You saw it?"
"You think a ceasefire equates to saving lives?"
"You just replaced the fire with a heart-wrenching act."
Chen Fan suddenly looked up.
"Where is the eukaryote?"
Chen Xuance did not answer.
He raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the gentleness in his eyes was completely gone.
"you guess."
The voice just fell.
At the bottom of the screen, a line of bright red notification suddenly appeared.
【alarm】
The true core of Huaguo Mountain has been locked by the higher-ups.
[Remote detachment program starting]
Chen Fan suddenly stood up.
"Monkey King!"
Sun Wukong sent Chen Xuance flying with a single blow, then turned to look at Chen Fan.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Fan's face darkened, and his voice was almost forced out.
"Something's happened at Flower Fruit Mountain!"
At the same moment.
Deep in Huaguo Mountain.
The black stone that had been buried at the very bottom of the Water Curtain Cave suddenly burst open with a crack.
The entire mountain trembled slightly at first.
Then, a muffled sound came from inside the mountain.
It's not that the stone is cracked.
It's like something has come to life.
Outside the Water Curtain Cave, before the monkeys could react, the ground began to undulate.
The old monkey king leaned against the stone wall, his face turning deathly pale.
"Retreat now!"
No one had time to retreat.
The next instant, the center of the mountain suddenly bulged up.
A blinding golden-red light burst through the rock layers and shot out from the center of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Something was pulsating inside the light.
Like a heart.
It's like a still-burning nuclear crater.
As soon as it appeared, the entire Flower and Fruit Mountain shook violently.
Chapter 334 The Abandoned Plot Flow Begins
After the golden-red kernel burst out of the mountain's core, it did not continue flying into the sky.
It hangs in mid-air, like an open eye.
The entire Flower and Fruit Mountain jumped along with it.
a bit.
Another one.
Words began to emerge from the cracks in the rocks.
It's not a scratch.
It's like someone stuffed a moldy old manuscript into a stone, and now this kernel has pulled it all out.
The old monkey king retreated the fastest; after only two steps, a crack appeared in the ground beneath his feet.
A tattered page floated up from the crack.
There's only half a face on it.
A vertical line between his eyebrows, and a frighteningly cold gaze.
Sun Wukong glanced at it once, and his staff stood up horizontally.
"Yang Jian?"
The half-face twitched, as if it hadn't quite regained its balance. The next moment, a black dog with a broken tail emerged from the crack, growling softly and circling the tattered page.
Pigsy's eyes widened.
"Damn, they really pulled it out from the back mountain?"
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at the core above.
The system light curtain has exploded on its own.
[Eukaryotic emission detected]
The abandoned storyline in the back mountain of Huaguo Mountain has been activated.
[Current Status: Searchable, Can be Recruited, Can be Rewritten]
[Tip: Truecore has a strong attraction to whitelisted characters and can pull discarded cases and fragments out of the story flow.]
Chen Fan's eyes flashed.
really.
Just as Chen Xuance's side ceased hostilities, Huaguo Mountain opened the floodgates.
This is not compensation.
This is the resource pool.
He raised his hand and grabbed it, causing the light screen to flip down.
There is one more line after that.
The more complete the discarded case, the higher its value for incorporation.
[Warning: Some rejected proposals have the potential to spiral out of control, backfire, or be replaced by others]
The Bull Demon King strode over and stared at the line of text.
"A replacement?"
"So you mean you're trying to replace the original with these things?"
"almost."
After Chen Fan finished speaking, he walked forward.
He walked very fast.
The mountainside was still shaking, and things were still gushing out from the cracks.
Some are paper.
Some are armor plates.
Some were half-finished weapons.
There are also some things that, once they emerge, will find their own way to get help.
As the white dragon horse approached, the true core suddenly trembled, and a broken dragon horn shot out of the ground, heading straight for his forehead.
The white dragon horse immediately bristled.
"Again?"
He raised his hand and pressed down on the dragon's horn, and was knocked back three steps, leaving a long trail in the mud beneath his feet.
The dragon horns did not harm him.
Instead, it glowed against his wrist, as if recognizing its master.
Chen Fan understood immediately.
The real key is to rescue people.
To salvage those things that should have existed but were deleted or not finished writing.
Tang Sanzang also came up, his brows furrowed.
"This is not a treasure trove."
"This is a dumping ground for discarded drafts."
"Things from this place are the hardest to tame."
The voice just fell.
A sheet of gold paper burst forth from the mountain crevice with a loud bang.
The gold paper rolled up in mid-air, forming the silhouette of a person sitting cross-legged.
The robe was only half intact, and the halo above his head was tattered and incomplete.
The man opened his eyes, first looked at the sky, then at the ground, and finally at Tang Sanzang.
The two people's eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Zhu Ganglie took a breath.
"Who is this?"
The afterimage's voice was hoarse.
"This humble monk... has not yet attained Buddhahood."
Tang Sanzang's expression changed completely.
"Fragments of the Golden Cicada Page".
The moment those four words were uttered, the surroundings fell silent.
Even Sun Wukong turned his head to look over.
Everyone understands what this means.
Tang Sanzang is the Tang Sanzang of today.
The Golden Cicada Fragment is the version that has not yet been finalized by the Buddhist community.
to be honest.
This thing can heal Tang Sanzang, and it can also replace Tang Sanzang.
The Golden Cicada Fragment stared at Tang Sanzang as if looking in a mirror.
"You changed your route."
Tang Sanzang had already placed his palm on the prayer beads.
"You can't get out of this."
"This is not your place to preach."
Jin Chan Canye chuckled, a faint laugh that was nonetheless jarring.
"How dare you say such a thing?"
Sun Wukong stepped forward and struck the tattered page directly on the forehead with the tip of his staff.
"Say one more word, and I'll beat you to a pulp."
The Golden Cicada Fragment looked at the stick head, but didn't retreat; it simply raised its eyes to look at Chen Fan.
"You're the one who opened the door."
"Are you going to bail me out?"
Chen Fan looked at him but didn't answer immediately.
He is waiting.
Wait for the rest of the goods to come out together.
really.
The next moment, the true core shuddered again.
Three streaks of fire shot up from deep within the back mountain.
The first spark landed, leaving behind the afterimage of a whirlwind of fire. The wheels weren't completely burned; charred paper edges were still curled around their edges.
The second flash of light was from a broken spear, its shaft split into three pieces, but the tip was still glowing.
The third burst of fire was the most devastating, smashing a large crater in the air.
A boy was standing in the pit.
Her hair was tied in a half-bun, while the other side looked as if it had been erased with ink.
He had tattered armor draped over his shoulders and his eyes were filled with ferocity.
He looked down at himself, then looked up and glanced around, and his first words were impulsive.
"Who wrote me as a child?"
Nezha's supplementary manuscript.
And it became an instant hit as soon as it came out.
Red Boy burst into laughter on the spot.
"I like this temperament."
Nezha, the assistant writer, turned his head to look at him and immediately started cursing.
Who do you think you are?
Red Boy's face darkened, and he almost unleashed his Samadhi True Fire.
Before the situation could be stabilized, armored soldiers began crawling out of the cracks again.
One or two.
Ten or twenty.
They were all wearing old armor, the names on the plates worn away, leaving only the numbers.
Their eyes were empty, yet their movements were perfectly synchronized.
They immediately formed ranks upon exiting.
The long spear stood erect, exuding a menacing aura.
Anonymous Heavenly Generals.
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain instantly went on high alert.
The Bull Demon King raised his staff, the Flood Dragon Demon King drew his sword, and hundreds of monkey soldiers rushed over from the entrance of the Water Curtain Cave.
"Back off!"
"Don't let them form a line!"
"Break it up first!"
Chen Fan raised his hand and pressed down.
"Don't move."
The sound wasn't loud.
The scene paused for a moment.
The old monkey king was anxious, and his beard trembled.
"Still not moving? These guys don't look like good guys."
"If they really get a foothold, the entrance to the cave will be blocked."
The Bull Demon King also had a sullen face.
"Chen Fan, this door has just been opened; who knows what might follow? Sealing it off first is the safest approach."
"It can't be sealed off."
Chen Fan turned around and glanced at him.
"This is a new sea route."
"If you seal it off now, it's like burying the soldiers and treasures that were given away for free."
Say it again.
"This is not a garbage dump."
"This is a combat roster that someone else deleted."
As soon as he finished speaking, the system panel displayed another message.
[Recommendation: Conduct an initial whitelist search]
[Currently most suitable targets: Sun Wukong, Tang Sanzang, Nezha, Yang Jian, and former Heavenly Court officials]
Chen Fan laughed.
That's more like it.
They had just seized the agency rights for a quarter of an hour, and the next day they opened an armory for him.
He grabbed the panel, turned around, and addressed everyone.
"From now on, the Huaguo Mountain strategy has changed."
"Don't chase after them to attack."
"Expand the army first."
"Recover all the abandoned cases in the back mountain that you can."
"Assemble any usable units immediately."
"Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be beaten into submission first, then locked up."
These words stunned all the demons.
Pigsy was the first to react, and he grinned.
"I'm familiar with this."
"First pick up, then rob, and finally incorporate them into your army."
Sun Wukong, carrying his golden cudgel, stared at the half-finished Yang Jian scroll, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"OK."
"It just so happens that I, Old Sun, have been wanting to fight again for a long time."
Tang Sanzang did not nod.
He stared at the tattered pages of the Golden Cicada painting, his voice deep and resonant.
"You can help others out."
"This won't do."
Chen Fan looked at him.
Are you afraid he'll take your place?
Tang Sanzang did not avoid it.
"I'm afraid he'll mess up my mental health."
Upon hearing this, Jin Chan Canye burst out laughing.
"What you're saying now, does it even deserve to be called scripture?"
Two beads of the Buddhist prayer beads in Tang Sanzang's hand snapped off with a snap.
Nezha's assistant, who was watching the show from the sidelines, suddenly scoffed.
"So it turns out I wasn't the only one with a rejected proposal."
"This place is interesting."
After saying that, he stepped on the broken gun, and flames shot up from his ankle, instantly closing the crack in the gun.
At this, the eyes of all the demons on Flower Fruit Mountain lit up.
It can be repaired.
These things aren't completely useless.
It can be raised.
It can be replenished.
They can be brought back to the battlefield.
The Demon King said in a low voice, "If this really succeeds, our forces will double."
The Bull Demon King was still hesitating.
"I'll say it again: these scrapped cases are not united."
"They might vote for you today, but they could turn against you tomorrow."
Chen Fan nodded.
"That's right."
"Therefore, we must act first."
He raised his hand and pointed to the row of nameless heavenly generals.
"Dismantle the formation first."
"Renumber."
"Three squads of monkey soldiers march out, while the old ox leads his men to press down on the left flank."
"Red Boy, keep an eye on Nezha's manuscript."
"Wukong, go and hold that dog down, don't let it run around."
"Tang Sanzang, you and I will deal with the remaining pages of the Golden Cicada."
As soon as the order was given, everyone immediately sprang into action.
This is the most terrifying part of Huaguo Mountain now.
Chaos may be chaotic.
When it really came down to fighting, not a single one of them held us back.
The monkey soldiers scattered in a flash, pressing down from above, smashing rocks, iron nets, and chains all at once.
The nameless generals had just raised their weapons when the Bull Demon King smashed them into the ground with his staff.
Just as Nezha's fiery wheels began to light up, Red Boy blocked his way.
"Come on, let's have a fire contest first."
Nezha, the deputy writer, squinted.
"You're not worthy?"
The two flames collided on the spot.
The explosion turned half the hillside red.
Sun Wukong was even more decisive, grabbing his golden cudgel and charging towards the black dog with the broken tail.
The black dog had barely bared its teeth when the stick came crashing down.
"Get down on your knees!"
boom!
The ground exploded.
The black dog was forcefully pressed into the pit, the half of the Yang Jian fragment shaking violently in the air, its eyes flashing with cold light.
"Sun Wukong!"
"What are you shouting for?"
The monkey looked up and sneered.
"Stop playing dead now that you're out. Come down here and fight me."
the other side.
Chen Fan and Tang Seng simultaneously pressed towards the Golden Cicada Fragment.
Instead of retreating, the golden cicada fragment pointed to the true core in the sky.
"You still don't understand."
"It's not just Flower Fruit Mountain that's having its gates opened."
"Someone else is trying to salvage the situation too."
Chen Fan's eyes darkened.
"Who?"
The golden cicada fragment was about to speak.
From the deepest part of the back mountain, a strange sound of wood rubbing against each other suddenly came.
crunch.
crunch.
It's like a boat that was forcibly squeezed out of the dry, cracked old paper.
Everyone paused and turned around in unison.
Deep within the storyline, the gray mist began to unfurl.
A wrecked ship slowly drifted out.
The sails were mostly rotten.
An iron hook was hanging from the bow of the boat.
The ship was leaning precariously, with three large characters painted on it in ink.
Recycling team.
Chapter 335 Even a scrapped case can lead to military service
The wrecked ship emerged from the gray fog, its hull scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.
The rotten wooden sign at the bow of the ship, which read "Recycling Team," swayed back and forth as if it might fall off at any moment.
Everyone on Huaguo Mountain is keeping a close eye on things.
Sun Wukong, carrying his staff, took a step forward.
"The smell in this boat doesn't smell like a living person."
The Bull Demon King grinned: "He doesn't seem like a proper demon either."
Chen Fan did not respond.
He stared at the gunwale.
A hand reached out first.
The back of my hand was covered with cracked ink lines, as if the writing was half-finished and then forcibly erased.
Immediately afterwards, a one-eyed burly man tumbled down.
He wore half-armor and a broken sword hung at his waist. His left shoulder was gone, and the wound was not flesh and blood, but a clump of grayish paper scraps.
After landing, he looked around first, then fixed his gaze on Chen Fan.
"Who's in charge?"
Chen Fan raised his chin.
"I."
The burly man grinned, revealing black bits stuck in his teeth.
"The recycling team has docked. Seventeen crippled generals, twenty-three broken demons, two boxes of broken horns, and half a boatload of rotten weapons. Who will collect them? Who will feed them? Who will care if they live or die?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than another group jumped off the boat.
Some are missing half of their face.
Some of them had broken tails.
There was also an old demon wearing feathered armor, with a large hole in his chest through which fragmented characters could be vaguely seen floating.
Each one is stranger than the last.
They were all fiercer than the last.
The monkeys were terrified and retreated in unison.
Pigsy, carrying his nine-toothed rake, muttered under his breath, "This isn't a recycling team, they're dug up from a grave."
Tang Sanzang opened the black leather book, and his eyelids twitched.
"Not a corpse."
"It's a scrapped case. The plot is broken, and the people aren't completely dead."
The group of remnants of generals and demons had already surrounded them.
Their eyes are the same.
Not satisfied.
Not afraid at all.
The one-eyed burly man spat out a mouthful of black foam.
"Let's start with the rules. We don't listen to slogans, nor do we follow any factions. Whoever has the strongest fist speaks. Whoever has the weakest fist gets out."
Another tall, thin monster chuckled.
"I heard this place is going to turn upside down? With words alone?"
"I almost joined the Tianhe Navy before, but they deleted my name and threw me back into the trash. If you want to recruit me, you should at least see if I'm good enough."
"right."
"Attack first."
"Win first, then we'll talk."
The group of people who had submitted the rejected case became increasingly arrogant, with some even tapping the ground with their toes, displaying a clear sense of provocation.
A commotion broke out at Huaguo Mountain.
The monkeys were enraged.
The old monkey king's face darkened: "Your Majesty, I'll take some men and subdue them first."
Chen Fan raised his hand to stop him.
Instead, he laughed.
"good."
"It can speak human language. Saves me the trouble of talking."
The one-eyed, burly man narrowed his eyes: "You're not angry?"
Chen Fan looked at them, his voice not loud, but very steady.
"You bunch of people, you haven't even gotten into the official history, you're neither dead nor alive, and you're burning with anger more than anyone else. You won't listen to talk about loyalty, ideals, or the future."
"You only recognize one thing."
"Who can help you take it back?"
The scene fell silent immediately.
Many rejected cases focused their attention on Chen Fan's face.
Chen Fan said, word by word, "If you want to live, then compete with me for the official history."
When those six words were uttered, there was a moment of silence around the boat.
The next moment, the breathing of the remaining generals and demons on the ship became heavy.
The one-eyed burly man's eyeball twitched.
"What did you say?"
Chen Fan took two steps forward.
"I said, following me is not about merely surviving."
"It's about taking back all the roles, positions, and names that are rightfully yours."
"The Heavenly Court doesn't want you, and Buddhism doesn't recognize you. Perfect. I'll take you all."
"Your case is not a scrapped proposal."
"You are the ones who didn't have time to sit at the table."
After a few words, even Pigsy (Zhu Ganglie) bared his teeth in disgust.
"Damn, that's inspiring."
The tall, thin demon suddenly sneered.
"That sounds nice. You'll accept it? What will you use to accept it?"
"What about those monkeys from Flower Fruit Mountain?"
"Should we still use these few pilgrims who changed their fate?"
"Do you know how we survived in this wasteland? We had to fight for every bite to eat; if we were a step too slow, we wouldn't even have a chance to survive. And you think you can make me risk my life for you with just a word?"
He got closer and closer as he spoke.
At the end of his sentence, he reached out and pointed directly at Chen Fan's nose.
"You don't deserve it—"
"Snapped!"
A hairy hand grabbed his wrist.
Sun Wukong didn't even glance at it, and twisted his five fingers.
Click.
The tall, thin demon's wrist snapped in two on the spot.
Before he could even scream, he was swung around and slammed back onto the deck.
With a bang.
The rotten wooden planks exploded directly.
Sun Wukong, holding his golden cudgel, stood at the bow of the boat, grinning coldly.
"Such a chatterbox."
"Come on, let me, Old Sun, teach you the rules."
The other three troublemakers suddenly erupted at the same time.
A hammer was raised and smashed down on the back of Sun Wukong's head.
A creature with a tattered tail lunged at Chen Fan.
The last one had its entire body covered in black lines, and it wanted to capture Tang Sanzang first.
The Bull Demon King had been itching to get back to work.
He laughed loudly, then with a tug of his horn, he knocked over the remnant demon that was lunging at Chen Fan, and kicked it in the chest.
"You've picked the wrong person!"
The one wielding the hammer fared even worse.
Sun Wukong didn't even turn his head; he simply thrust his golden cudgel backward.
puff.
The man's chest was pierced directly, and he flew backward for more than ten feet, sliding down the stone wall and unable to get up for a long time.
As for the one who went to Tang Sanzang, the White Dragon Horse lashed out with its tail, knocking his face crooked.
The area is closed.
A roar erupted in the group chat for the rejected cases, and seven or eight people pressed forward at once.
"superior!"
"Cripple them first!"
"Seize the ships, seize the territory!"
Chen Fan stood still, without even moving his feet.
"Don't hold back."
As soon as those three words were uttered, things started to move on Huaguo Mountain as well.
Sun Wukong swept his staff across, sending the three flying.
The Bull Demon King grabbed one of the wounded generals and used him as a hammer to smash another.
Pigsy swings his rake, aiming specifically at the legs; each strike sends the pig tumbling over.
Sha Wujing was even more ruthless, smashing his demon-subduing staff directly onto Sha Wujing's head, causing ink fragments to splatter everywhere.
In just over ten breaths, all the troublemakers who had charged forward were lying on the ground.
Groans filled the air around the boat.
The one-eyed strong man was still standing.
He didn't make a move; his Adam's apple just bobbed up and down.
He saw it most clearly.
These people aren't bluffing.
They really dare to kill.
What's even more terrifying is that Chen Fan didn't make a move at all; he just watched.
Like they're picking out merchandise.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground.
"Who else disagrees?"
No one said a word.
The Bull Demon King kicked the one under his feet away, his nostrils snorting hot air.
"Weren't you shouting quite loudly just now?"
The tall, thin demon clutched his severed wrist, his face contorted in pain.
He looked at Chen Fan, and the arrogance in his eyes finally dissipated by most.
"You...you really dare to take us in?"
Chen Fan then spoke.
"I don't just accept."
"I'll complete it for you."
Tang Sanzang immediately stepped forward and flipped through the black leather book with a clatter.
The pages of the book moved on their own even without wind.
Black characters flew out of the book and hung above the discarded desks.
Some of the wounded soldiers had just raised their heads when their bodies jolted.
"This is……"
"My sword path..."
"I remember now, I was originally guarding the third line outside the North Heavenly Gate."
"I am not some river monster, I am the vanguard of the Left Wing of Mount Jilei!"
Low growls echoed.
Those fragmented memories are like pieces being stuffed back in.
Suddenly, someone gripped their weapon tightly, and their previously disheveled stance immediately changed.
Some people recited old military orders, their steps shifted, and even their breathing became synchronized.
The most outrageous was a wolf demon with a missing ear.
He was hunched over, as if he might pounce on someone at any moment.
After the black characters appeared between his brows, he suddenly stood at attention, took three steps forward, clasped his hands, and roared.
"Yan Kui, Deputy Lieutenant of the Abandoned Wolf Battalion, return to your post!"
The moment he uttered the sound, even he was stunned.
The next moment, the group of remnants of the generals and demons were in an uproar.
"Do I also have a permanent position?"
"Am I not a self-taught practitioner?"
"I remember now! I was supposed to be in the Vanguard Register!"
Pigsy's eyes widened in astonishment.
"This tattered booklet is so useful?"
Tang Sanzang closed the book, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Only half can be replenished."
"The name can't be filled in, and the connection can't be made. But the fighting spirit is still there."
Chen Fan nodded and spoke directly.
That's enough.
He swept his gaze across the entire room.
"From today onwards, you are no longer called a scrapped case."
"Call it a disbanded army."
"Eat the grain of Flower Fruit Mountain, take the weapons of Flower Fruit Mountain, and raise the flag of Flower Fruit Mountain."
"Anyone who dares to call themselves trash, I'll punch them first."
That's very crude.
That just happens to suit their tastes the most.
The one-eyed strong man remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly slammed one knee to the ground.
"The deposed general Han Duan is willing to accept the transfer."
Once you get the first one, the rest will be quick.
The wolf demon Yan Kui knelt down.
The old demon with feathered armor gritted his teeth and knelt down.
One, two, ten.
Even the tall, thin demon with the severed wrist lowered his head in the end.
"Listen to the tune."
A roar suddenly erupted from Huaguo Mountain.
The monkeys banged on the ground with sticks, making the mountain walls rattle.
The old monkey king's eyes were even getting hot.
Who would have thought that this ship full of what looked like trash would become soldiers in the blink of an eye?
Chen Fan didn't let the atmosphere linger for too long.
"Han Duan".
The one-eyed strong man immediately looked up.
"My lord."
"Tell me, where did you drift from?"
Han Duan's throat was a little hoarse.
"Clear out the outlets."
"That place has been accumulating waste. It's gotten even bigger in the last few days. We took advantage of the chaos, seized a recovery ship, and rushed out."
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
"How much is left inside?"
Just as Han Duan was about to answer, a soft sound suddenly came from the stern of the boat.
It looks like something is scraping wood.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time.
A dark figure that had been huddled in the corner slowly stood up.
He was covered in tattered cloth, his head was bowed low, and there was an emptiness in his back, as if something was missing.
It wasn't until he raised his face that everyone could see him clearly.
A vertical line on the forehead.
The brow bone is extremely hard.
The right sleeve was empty, and the shadowy figure of the divine dog that should have been swinging behind him was nowhere to be seen.
The Bull Demon King gasped.
"Look at this..."
Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly sharpened.
"Yang Jian?"
That man's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper grinding on a stone.
"It's not Yang Jian."
"It is a fragment of Yang Jian's story with a broken tail."
He looked up at Chen Fan, his eyes filled with the cracked embers of the past.
"Deep inside the clearing area, there are more than just abandoned cases."
"There's also an entire abandoned military depot."
"The armor, flag, token, and military register are all inside."
He paused for a moment, then slowly a smile spread across his face.
"There's still one... a path-clearing deity that hasn't been completely removed."