The sealed room surrounded by iron walls, the exhaust pipes continued with a buzzing sound, and the yellowed ancient paintings reflected a slight reflection in the light.

In the quiet room, the middle-aged man held the printed photo and hung on his legs and couldn't help but shake it. Looking at the scroll, the scholar holding the chess suddenly raised his face and smiled at him.

"What?!"

The man quickly took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses again, and everything in the scroll was as normal as usual. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling much more at ease.

He remembered that many years ago, he was an ordinary researcher, and later became a recorder in the sealing room. From the first day he came in, he saw this painting. Many things here have unknown stories, some are evil and some are sad, without exception, and are not suitable for existence in the ordinary world.

Only this ancient painting in the sealed room does not record any cases, and it has a number different from other sealed items: zero.

After checking it, I was even more curious about it. I would think about its origin in front of the painting every day. Until one day, I learned that the former sealed recorder was seriously ill. I asked the other party about the origin of the painting with the opportunity to visit. I realized that the painting was earlier than the other party, and the other party had also explored its past and learned that the year and month of the painting can be traced back to the day when Z6 was established, or even earlier.

In other words, it appears even longer than the z6 laboratory.

Not long after, when he inquired about ancient paintings, he seemed to have alarmed the upper class, and was ordered to terminate the inquiry, transferred from his position as a recorder, and returned to his status as a researcher. In the next ten years, he has never been able to enter the sealed room again, as if the ancient painting has gradually faded into his memory.

In fact, he never forgot that this was pressing this curiosity on the bottom of his heart. Every time he passed by, he would quietly glance at the gate of the sealed room, hoping that one day he would step there again. Perhaps one day in the future, he could find the story behind the ancient painting without any records.

Another ten years have passed. He went from twenty-seven years old to thirty-seven years old to forty-seven now. He walked to the position of the project team leader of the research room and also took charge of the sealing room. On the first day after he got the authority, he stepped into the sealing room again. However, this time, he saw an old man standing in front of the ancient painting, who had never seen before.

The old man was so old that he lost his white hair, his back was so bent that he couldn't lift it up. He just looked at the ancient painting on the wall with his neck. He seemed to have not heard what he asked, and stood for a while, with his back hunched away with his hands on his back. The man chased him out, but found that the slow old man had disappeared outside the door.

The next morning, he suddenly received the notice from above and came to the mountain research room. Under the guidance of the guard, he came to a cave room. When he opened the heavy stone door, what caught his eye was a yin and yang fish on the cave wall. He knew that this was the origin of z6 and z9.

There is no modern furnishing in the cave, the uneven ground, the concave and concave rock walls dripping with water, and the stalactites hanging above the head. From time to time, there are slight sounds of water drops falling to the ground in the ears. When you walk in, the ground leans downward, there are stone tables and stone benches, a simple stone bed, and a huge Yin-Yang stone sculpture on the wall of the cave opposite. On the high raised stone platform below, an old man sat cross-legged in a formation made of gossip in a gray Taoist robe.

Soon, the old man opened his eyes, and his turbid eyes seemed to contain all the truths in the world.

On this day, the man also learned from the old man that the origin of the painting, and even the origin of z6 and z9, dated back to the Sui and Tang dynasties. The predecessor of this organization was called Jing Yaosi. It was formed by the Sui Dynasty's national masters gathered orphans from all over the world, taught knowledge, and eliminated demons and was scattered among the people. Later, after the fall of the Sui Dynasty, the people of Jing Yaosi scattered in Jiuzhou had already grown up and gradually formed many factions. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, they began to integrate and serve various dynasties one by one. As the spiritual energy became thinner, the use of magic gradually decreased, and a fault appeared.

In modern times, Fanbians used artillery to knock on the country's doors, and the magic method of subduing demons and eliminating demons was even more completely declining, and gradually was replaced by various mechanisms and science.

That's why there are two special departments in the current z6 and z9. As for that painting, the man only knew that the scholars in the painting were from Qixia Mountain, the national teacher of the Sui Dynasty, the Jing Yaosi, and the ancestors.

As for whether he was a god or not, the old man did not mention the story later. However, on this day two years later, he received something from z9 and saw the mural on it, and his heart almost jumped out until he saw the blurry figure in the picture clearly, his whole body was like electricity, and his limbs stood there numbly.

"The National Master of the Sui Dynasty..."

The moment he saw the figure under the tree clearly, the man's mind flashed through this title like lightning. Now, compared with the picture in the sealed room, he became more convinced that the man actually existed.

Before he knew it, the man who looked at the ancient painting was covered with fine sweat beads, took off his glasses, took out his handkerchief, wiped his forehead, neck, and pinched the photo and walked out of the sealed room. He followed the long path of the cave that needed a pass to enter, and came to the ancient and dark stone door, pressed it with one hand, and the stone door dragged the heavy rumbling movement slowly opened and let him in.

"He may be back."

The man walked up the stone steps and handed the photos in his hand to the old man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the gossip. On the opposite side, his closed eyes slowly opened, and he quietly looked at the young scholar standing under the tree with his hands behind his back. There was an old donkey beside him burying his head and eating the grass.

The loose white beard shook slightly, and the old man squeezed his lips, his voice difficult and weak.

"It's him... it's him...hehe...hehe..."

The old man seemed to have not smiled for many years, his smile was stiff and his voice was even more hoarse and unpleasant. He raised his sleeves and took the photo as thin as a tree bark, and looked at the man in front of him.

"I can't leave...I can't live without here...You go and tell him that my old friend Sun Yingxian is still alive..."

"Where is he?"

The old man did not answer, but closed his eyes again. The man instantly felt that the air around him became depressed, as if something invisible flashed from his side. Before he could be surprised, the old man sitting cross-legged stuttered with his lips, raised his cuffs, and went to the south.

"In the northwest of Qixia Mountain, near Qixia... Remember... He is gentle... You must be polite... Don't... irritate him... you can't beat him..."

"Can't beat it?"

"...I'm afraid no one can beat this world... He is... a god..."

The man was stunned and shook his head. He had a source of everything for scientific origins, and even if there were gods, there were things to restrain.

The old man closed his eyes, perhaps feeling the man's disbelief, and just smiled.

"The mural you studied... was painted by me back then... probably... it was in the Tang Dynasty... I can't remember which year it was..."

This immediately shocked the man. He didn't even know why he left this cave room and it was difficult for him to digest what he had just heard.

However, afterwards, he picked up the phone and went to the z9. He took the person to the direction the old man pointed at - Nanguan City.

.........

At the same time, the speeding off-road drove out of Nanguan city and entered the urban village area next to the city. Following the navigation guide, the vehicle parked in a nearby alley.

‘Click~~’

The magazine that curbs energy pushed into the gun. Afeng nodded to the female companion beside him. The two of them and the strong man driving were driving, and they opened the door together, put forward the energy curb device from the trunk, and walked to a row of rental buildings with lights.

At night, the noise of people, the sound of TV, the cry of children, and the miserable howling of women are mixed together. Occasionally, a few barkings of dogs come from the dim alley.
Chapter completed!