Jiang Baimian nodded in admiration. “Good idea.”
It was meaningless, however.
Shang Jianyao quickly said, “Do you still remember? I previously saw Master Zhuang’s dream in Room 102 in the Mind Corridor—it was Tai City’s No. 1 Senior High School.”
“Yes.” Bai Chen, Long Yuehong, and Genava nodded in unison.
Jiang Baimian’s heart palpitated. “Master Zhuang is awake now.”
Shang Jianyao smiled in satisfaction. “Therefore, I’m very curious about what I’ll see when I enter Room 102 now. The Kalendaria’s psychological trauma?”
“Isn’t that too dangerous?” Long Yuehong blurted out.
Shang Jianyao casually said, “I’m just looking from the door and not going in. Don’t worry. Most of us are careful.”
Is that so? I don’t believe it… Long Yuehong didn’t voice out his thoughts.
Jiang Baimian deliberated for a moment and said, “Go in and take a look then.”
She then reminded Shang Jianyao repeatedly not to cross the line.
…
In the Mind Corridor, the Shang Jianyaos came to Room 102 again.
Standing in the aisle covered in thick, dark-yellow carpet, he stretched out his right palm, twisted the brass handle, and gently pushed it forward.
The door opened to pitch-black darkness. It was difficult to see the exact scene.
Shang Jianyao skillfully took a step in.
Light suddenly appeared in front of him as a river meandered not far away.
At the riverbend, a village with ancient-styled buildings was hidden under the dark sky. A large pagoda tree stood at the entrance.
The pagoda tree’s branches and leaves gently swayed as if it were beckoning Shang Jianyao.
The Shang Jianyao that sought novelty and the rash and brainless Shang Jianyao split out on their own. They were just about to stride forward and visit when they were pulled back by the other Shang Jianyaos. They were tightly bound and carried out of the room.
…
“The old pagoda tree at Linhe Village in Dajiang City?” After hearing Shang Jianyao’s description, the name of the Buddhist Holy Land flashed across Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and Genava’s ‘minds.’
Shang Jianyao had an excited expression. “There’s Master Zhuang’s psychological trauma there?”
“Maybe.” Jiang Baimian unconsciously lowered her voice, afraid that she would be struck by lightning. She then exhaled and said, “We’ll discuss this later; there’s no rush. I’ll send a telegram first. Get the meal done.”
Before long, she sent out the entire telegram and waited for Pangu Biology’s reply.
As they waited, the Old Task Force had a simple meal to fill their stomachs.
Food could soothe one’s emotions. Long Yuehong felt much more relaxed than when they evacuated.
He looked in the direction of Tai City and suddenly laughed. He then said in relief, “We didn’t destroy the Holy Land this time either. The monks from the Asceticism Department can’t say ‘the omen has appeared; a great calamity is imminent.’”
Shang Jianyao chuckled. “It’s not like we aren’t going in anymore. Maybe we will trigger a chain reaction when we explore Renhui Hospital, causing Tai City’s No. 1 Senior High School to collapse.”
Just as he said that, Genava suddenly said, “Incoming missile strikes detected! I repeat, incoming missiles detected! Take cover!”
Jiang Baimian and the others were shocked. They didn’t dare to delay and found cover to hide themselves.
Before long, they saw missiles flying overhead from a distance and landing on the true Tai City.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the mountains shook, flames rose, producing an ear-splitting sound.
The missiles didn’t seem to target the Old Task Force but the Tai City ruins..