"Someone attacked people again yesterday. The higher-ups said this can catch the attacker. How do you catch this thing?" The worker holding the incense burner was also puzzled.
Suddenly, this order came from above, instructing them to take this and walk around the different parts of the floor to see who would have a special reaction.
People also went to the sacred tree with the same thing. Even the workers who went out to search for the Black Cube did not miss it. They had another group of people guarding the entrance, and they would sniff it before entering the nest.
So far, no one has shown a particularly different reaction.
Blue smoke has already spread into the cave.
"Cough cough cough." Ren Yifei covered his mouth and coughed painfully. He leaned against the door, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, making him look very uncomfortable.
An elderly person passing by couldn't help but ask, "Jiang, are you alright?"
"I caught a cold yesterday," Ren Yifei said in a hoarse voice. "Although I took medicine…" He shook his head, his face showing obvious discomfort, leaving the rest to the reader's imagination.
Seeing his miserable appearance, everyone immediately got the impression that 'Jiang is sick and not feeling well today'.
Jiang himself was sickly, so people could easily accept that impression.
At this moment, the worker holding the blue cigarette finally arrived: "Come closer and touch it, I'll register you."
The workers standing there looked at each other, bewildered: "What is this?"
"Didn't a guy attack someone last night? Apparently, he was under some kind of drug and couldn't stand the smoke. The whole hideout is being searched now."
Fortunately, the ants in the anthill were used to following orders. Even if they didn't understand, it didn't stop them from quickly forming a long line and touching the incense burner one by one.
The workers didn't react much to the blue smoke, but Ren Yifei, who only caught a whiff of it from afar, felt quite unwell.
The area on my back where the wings are attached is extremely itchy, and I want to spread my wings. My body is also showing symptoms similar to ingesting X-drugs.
Ren Yifei remembered that he had swallowed something like a powerful drug at a banquet, and it felt somewhat similar.
At that point, he immediately called the police.
Although he was practically ostracized by the entire entertainment industry for the next six months, news of him winning a major international Best Actor award followed shortly after.
"Cough..." He bit his tongue, swallowing back the groan that almost escaped his lips.
The blue smoke reminded him of the helplessness he felt when he locked himself in the toilet.
Even if he became famous at a young age, his comeback as the best supporting actor is, in some people's eyes, just a dish that can be used at will.
With just a greeting. No, with just a glance, the world of capital began to turn, and he appeared 'himself' in an unfamiliar room.
As the drugs burned his body, he suddenly felt fortunate that he had died too many times in the villain system and even had some special resistance to the drugs. Only then was he able to force himself to walk into the bathroom, lock the doors and windows, and call the police.
So what happens then?
Blue smoke drifted over, and even without breathing, those things could still get in through the pores.
This isn't an X drug, but it's stronger than that, burning with sanity, making the body restless, yearning to spread its wings and fly.
"Is this what it feels like to fly in a noble marriage?" He had been wondering why a player in the noble family had died so easily. Now he realized that was the problem.
The more distressed he was, the calmer his smile became. Ren Yifei's heart was like an impenetrable fortress, and his body was like solid ice. Trying to break him was futile.
"Jiang, are you alright?" They were all concerned about Ren Yifei, who was coughing badly and sweating profusely.
Ren Yifei waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll go back and rest for a while."
He looked up at the blue smoke at the end of the crowd, then subtly looked away.
The worker in charge of the inspection, carrying an incense burner, had reached the end of the line. There stood a man who looked somewhat weak, who smiled gently at him: "Would you like to touch it?"
His voice was a little hoarse, his face was flushed, and he was sweating.
"What's wrong with you?" the worker couldn't help but ask.
"He's sick; he's been feeling unwell for a while," people who knew him chimed in, offering their explanations.
"Yes, Jiang's health has always been poor."
"I see." Gongmin nodded and comforted him, "It's just a little touch. You're sick, so go and rest."
The man nodded, then slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the incense burner. Perhaps because he was ill, his fingers trembled slightly, but he stood ramrod straight and showed no particular reaction.
Gongmin turned and left, carrying the incense burner. Ren Yifei gently held the door, a slight smile on his face, watching them leave.
The figure had barely left his sight when Ren Yifei finally collapsed. He turned his head and vomited up all the black medicine he had drunk that morning. He immediately knelt on the ground, his knees hitting the ground with a loud thud.
"Jiang, what's wrong?" The nearby workers immediately surrounded him, trying to help him up.
Ren Yifei's face was pale. He placed one hand on another person's arm, not giving them a chance to help him. He glanced quickly at the door, then slowly but firmly stood up, standing steadily: "I'm fine."
The person holding the incense burner in the distance turned around: "What happened behind us?"
"It's nothing, the sick person just vomited some medicine." One person ran in to check, saw Ren Yifei standing there, ran back, and said with a smile, "I can't take medicine either, my stomach has been upset all day."
"Me too, what's wrong with those medicines? They taste awful, worse than shit."
"You've even eaten shit?"
"Pah, you just ate it."
The group joked around for a while before replying: There's nothing unusual here.
This information gradually returned to Saman's desk, and it was clear that he hadn't found the 'Hidden Wings' nobleman. He was probably hiding.
He wasn't disappointed; he glanced at the reply and put it aside.
Today is the sixth day, and the 'guest' he's waiting for should arrive tomorrow.
Each time, these "guests" arrive silently. Apart from a few people responsible for receiving them, no one else even knows when they will arrive.
When they arrived, no one was allowed on the sixth floor. The day afterward, when the host came back, they could only see some faint footprints next to the Queen's glass dome.
"No one has seen them, but we know they've come," said the person in charge of receiving them. Among them were a few fanatics who mocked Saman's plan to kill the god and cursed them to rot and die.
"People rot after they die," Saman replied calmly, the curses ignoring him.
He has already controlled this fanatic, and no one can stop his god-killing plan.
Not only these visitors, but even those from earlier times, did not know what the 'deity' looked like. Only one brave soldier and civilian secretly peeked at it and said that it was light, a person whose whole body shone in the darkness.
"Only one person in the world has ever seen what these gods look like," Saman said meaningfully.
The deputy was puzzled, but Saman had already changed the subject, talking about the entire anthill.
The outer shell of the anthill was built by soldiers and laborers who used special sand, combined with tree sap and other materials, to create this sandy material for the anthill.
However, before the workers and others attached the outer shell, the skeleton and foundation of the anthill were the work of a 'divine intervention'.
Having traveled through many high-tech civilizations, Saman knew that even if technology advanced to the point of being able to travel through space, the 'landing point coordinates' would still be the primary factor.
They need a direction to guide them, so they don't get lost in time and space.
Could these coordinates be the anthill?
"As long as the location coordinates are destroyed, even if their strength differs by more than a dozen centuries, it will be useless if they cannot be found."
Samantha stroked his chin, pondering his plans.
"I have to thank these machines that high-tech civilization has sent, otherwise I wouldn't be able to make many of the things I need in a short time."
Meanwhile, Ren Yifei lay in the cave for half a day and finally felt a little more comfortable. He said he wanted to go out for a walk, and his apprentice accompanied him.
Today is the sixth day. Tomorrow, those players who have been hiding will have to make their move. Throughout this entire instance, we haven't seen these usually very noticeable players appear. They'll probably be back by tomorrow.
It was afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, and the workers were still outside searching for the Black Cube. The anthill had no sense of impending danger, just like any other day.
Those that were supposed to be moved to the sacred tree have already been moved; they followed the instructions and carefully hid deep within the tree roots.
Ren Yifei remembered that 'Jiang' had left many traces in the tree root cave, so he thought about going there to take a look.
The roots of the divine tree were so thick that they were like a forest to Ren Yifei's size. The roots formed bridges, roads, and hills.
He looked up and saw a tree root that looked like a giant python, so they crawled under it.
The tree roots were covered in moss, with small insects crawling in and out, like a miniature forest. Tiny rootlets hung down from the roots like a curtain.
He remembered that some mosses and fungi glowed, and wondered what it would be like here at night.
Actually, there was no need to wait until nightfall. Soon after he entered the cave, he saw colorful moss and fungi forming a blue-green river under the trees.
The shimmering, jellyfish-like fluff floated in the air; with a flick of his finger, the fluff began to swirl and shimmer.
Although the air circulates under the tree roots, it is not light-transmitting, and you can smell a damp odor when you walk in. Such an environment is very suitable for the survival of fungi.
He seemed to understand why people back then so easily abandoned the tree roots and moved into the anthill.
Even the dampest ground floor of an anthill wouldn't be like this, practically dripping with water. This kind of environment isn't very friendly to humans.
"Teacher, it's so dark inside, should we bring the light wood in?" the apprentice asked.
"Dark?" Ren Yifei turned his head to look at the colorful world inside the cave in his eyes. It was indeed not as bright as outside. But this difference in light and shadow was precisely where the beauty lay.
"You brought the Lightwood?"
The apprentice shook his head: "I'll go get it now."
"Come find me again in a little while." With that, Ren Yifei walked straight in, giving the apprentice no chance to refuse.
Many fungi grew on the soft soil, and he left a fluorescent footprint where he stepped, which connected in a series and took more than ten minutes to disappear.
Ren Yifei's lips curled slightly as he continued walking forward, looking at the various marks on the walls that were clearly left by humans.
"Um?"
Ahead of him, a pattern appeared on the wall at a fork in the road. Someone must have been incredibly talented to create such a pattern using transplanted moss.
After looking closely, Ren Yifei looked down and touched his wrist: Wasn't this the pattern that the big boy drew on his hand?
Following the pattern, he walked on and saw another partitioned space. There was no moss inside; it was completely separated by stone slabs and wooden planks, and it was dark. He looked for a while before he could make out a faint outline.
Ren Yifei went inside and found it to be a small, elevated cave with a mild, damp smell. He groped around for a while and found a lot of wood and stone fragments.
The shards of stone were very sharp, and he accidentally cut himself a little: "Hiss."
Ren Yifei put the wound in his mouth and touched the piece of stone with his other hand, trying to discern its shape.
"Is this the place?" he thought. The arrowhead in his hand was clearly made of stone. This might be the place where Jiang secretly made tools.
He searched in the dark for a while, only managing to find some raw materials. Just then, the apprentice's voice came from behind him; he was looking for him.
As Ren Yifei was about to leave after dropping the broken stones in his hand, he noticed a sudden, bright spot in the corner.
There were several glowing minerals, fluorescent green, similar in color to moss. Ren Yifei pushed the minerals aside and felt something soft in the crevice underneath, like fabric or something else.
"Teacher." The apprentice's voice grew closer. Ren Yifei calmly put away what he was holding and walked out.
Author's Note: Received 'Jiang's' gift +1.