Time Traveler

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These people who acted as fuel generators have been devastated. The temperature outside is very low, but the workshop thinks that it is close to the boiler and the temperature is very high. It will not feel cold when naked. It can be seen that everyone is deformed. His hair and skin were pale, fat on his waist, and his eyes were hollow, looking like walking corpses.

Look carefully, they are all fixed on metal benches by iron chains, and their range of movement is extremely small. Some people’s flesh and skin have been connected to the benches. The air is full of stench, which is disgusting. This is not only the smell of hydrogen sulfide. The smell of eggs, as well as the extremely complex taste of excrement and various body odors. In addition to producing combustible gas, the excrement falls from the holes in the bench and is collected as raw materials for the biogas digester. His legs are constantly pedaling. There is probably a huge turntable-like thing under the floor of the workshop, which is driven by manpower and geared to play a certain role.

It really squeezed manpower to the extreme, Liu Yanzhi couldn't help but admire the person who invented this system. This guy is a genius and a beast.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. It was the samurai on patrol coming. Liu Yan looked right and left. The workshop was too empty and there was no place to hide. He jumped to the ceiling and clung to it like a spider. The patrol team of six samurai stepped on They walked up neatly. Five people were holding spears, and one was carrying a rusty automatic rifle. They were all wearing old anti-riot police synthetic armor. They didn't notice anything unusual and went on.

Liu Yanzhi fell silently, floating in mid-air following the team of warriors. The smog was severe and visibility was extremely low. No one noticed his whereabouts. There were giant gas storage tanks and substations in the factory, but they were not the original version. The industrial design is a simple building built with scrap steel, full of wasteland style.

To establish such an evil regime in the last days requires strong military support, and more importantly, a violent and cruel ruler. This person must always care about his authority and will not allow anyone to offend him. He will live in a ling like the ancient emperor. Where people are awe-inspiring, they admire and fear, just like the feeling of a chieftain in a remote area walking into Meridian Square when they worship the emperor. Then the problem is that the tallest building in the power plant is the chimney, and the ruler will definitely not live in the chimney. , It might be possible to live on the boiler, wait, there seems to be a problem with a cooling tower.

The cooling tower is a circulating water cooling system. Usually the tower is filled with heavy rain and the sound of water is loud, but there is a cooling tower but there is no sound. Liu Yan flew up to observe and found that the cooling tower has been converted into a fortress with intricate stairs inside. , Houses, fortifications, Liu Yan intuitively judged that the ruler of the electric power tribe lived here.

In the tin room on the top of the tower, a middle-aged man is drawing a drawing under an electric light. His temples are a little white, and he wears a pair of myopia glasses wrapped with tape. He painted carefully and devoted himself, completely unaware of the arrival behind him. uninvited guest.

Liu Yanzhi sneaked into the room on the top of the tower silently. There is basically no defense here. Because there are no helicopters in this era, the outer wall of the cooling tower is smooth and sloping. It is difficult to climb up without a ladder, so the ruler does not even have a guard around him. .

"What to draw?" Liu Yan walked straight to the middle-aged man and looked at the drawing. This is a drawing of a giant crawler excavator. The drawing was very detailed and marked the production process and the specifications of the steel plate used.

The middle-aged man was startled, but did not move, because he had no feet and his body was placed on a wheelchair.

"You don't seem to belong here." The middle-aged man helped his glasses and said calmly, and quietly pressed the button on the wheelchair armrest with his hand.

"Is it because I'm too clean?" Liu Yan looked straight at himself, and he was indeed incompatible with the environment. Even the ruler of the power plant seemed a bit dirty. It must be a luxury to take a bath every day.

"No, your eyes are different. You are different from them. You are not a mortal. If you don't mind, can you tell me how you climbed up?" The middle-aged man adjusted his wheelchair and faced Liu Yanzhi with a smile. , Very calm.

"If you want to shoot me, you might as well give it a try." Liu Yan immediately saw that the wheelchair handle was abnormal, it was a seamless steel tube, the thickness was just right for shooting bullets.

"I won't do that." The middle-aged man released his hand from the trigger. "Your arrival will make my little engineer's house flourish..."

"You are not an engineer, you are the ruler." Liu Yan straightforwardly corrected. Although he hadn't heard anything about the leader of the electric power tribe before, the human aura could not be covered up, and ordinary engineers were not so calm and calm. .

"Well, I am indeed the master here, but I am also an engineer. You can see the drawings." The middle-aged man shrugged, "Well, now let me talk about the purpose of your coming here."

"I just passed by accidentally. I heard that what happened here is very inhumane. I personally inspected it and it was more serious than expected, so I decided to rescue those poor people, kill you, and liberate here."

"Only you?"

"Don't believe it?" Liu Yan straightened his head without looking back, sprinkled a handful of iron filings back, and the guard who came up quietly wailed and rolled down.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to pull the trigger. A barrel was hidden under the armrests on both sides of his wheelchair. He used a No. 12 shotgun. It was extremely powerful at close range and had a large coverage area, making it impossible to hide.

The smoke cleared, and Liu Yanzhi’s white robe was beaten into a sieve, but his body remained motionless. The middle-aged man was surprised. It is said that people should fly upside down. Even if they don’t fly out, you must see some blood. The person in front of him had only his clothes broken, without any damage.

"If you want to move me, at least you need to use an atomic bomb." Liu Yan patted his clothes, and the lead pellets fell down. His muscles became stronger and stronger, and the bullets with weak initial velocity could not even penetrate the skin.

The middle-aged man was completely desperate, and sighed: "I had foreseen this day, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. It doesn't matter if I die, but no one can complete the important task of saving the world."

Liu Yan sneered at him. He listened too much about saving the world. In the past, the patriots of the party kept talking about saving the world and saving mankind all day long, and his ears became callous.

"My hard work..." The middle-aged man stroked the pile of drawings on the table, showing his nostalgia for his life, but Liu Yanzhi didn't pity him at all. Such a big demon is not a pity to die.

"If you give me another month, I will be able to prove to you that I can save the world! Really!" The middle-aged man suddenly became emotional and tried to grab Liu Yanzhi's clothes, but he fell from the wheelchair and stretched out his hand. Going to grab the file cabinet next to it, the tin cabinet tipped over, and a large number of drawings poured out.

"Go to hell!" Liu Yan raised his fist straight, and suddenly saw a watercolor painting. The scenery on the painting was a bit familiar. He put down his fist, picked up the painting, and said suspiciously, "You painted Cuiwei Mountain?"

"It was really called Cuiweishan before." Middle-aged humanity, "but we are more used to calling it Yuling."

"Yulin?" Liu Yanzhi was even more puzzled.

"Don't you know the existence of Yuling?" The middle-aged man was also surprised, "The mausoleum of Ji Yugan, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Empire."

"You mean, Ji Yu dug Cuiwei Mountain as his imperial tomb." Liu Yan couldn't laugh or cry. "This kid is so fucking...Wait, why did he choose Cuiwei Mountain! Does he want to master the time?"

The expression of the middle-aged man can no longer be described in words. He looked at Liu Yanzhi in shock for a long time, and Liu Yanzhi was also thinking about the mystery. There was a wormhole on the Cuiwei Mountain. Ji Yugan himself did not belong to the late Song Dynasty. He established Da Zhou, but he always missed the benchmark time and space in his heart. That was his era...

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man asked for a long time.

"I'm Ji Yu's...acquaintance." Liu Yan thought for a while and chose this neutral word.

The middle-aged man was ecstatic: "The legend of time travel is indeed true! You are a traveler from ancient times!"

"No, no, no, I'm from another plane, and so is Ji Yugan. These are too complicated, you don't understand. You should tell me first, what is your so-called idea of ​​saving the world?" Liu Yan felt straightforward. The fire of hope, his transformation, the middle-aged man saw clearly, understood that his life was safe, and his mood improved.

"Speaking of it, it's all. Yuling was designed and built by the emperor himself. The entire Cuiwei Mountain was hollowed out. It has not been opened for 700 years. It is said that what is hidden inside is not rare treasures, but changes the world. Secret, the secret of manipulating time." The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, immersed in the mist of history.

Liu Yanzhi nodded secretly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I guessed right, Ji Yugan wanted to return to the benchmark time and space, but the historical period he was in had its limitations. The industrial foundation could not be achieved overnight, even if there were people who passed through. Golden Finger, it takes more than a hundred years to complete the accumulation. At that time, Ji Yuqian was already very old and could only hope in the future, to build a time-traveling machine, to travel back to 1279, and to pick up his young self in order to take away the twisted History is corrected back.

He is trying to correct history, and Ji Yuqian is also trying his best to save himself. There is no doubt about this.

"So what is your plan?" Liu Yan asked the middle-aged man directly.

"From when I was a child, my dream was to open the Yuling Underground Palace." The middle-aged man said, "The ultimate secret of mankind, the profound meaning of time, is buried there. Opening the gate of the underground palace opens the gate of human salvation. People who are alive will pass through that door and come to a place where the air is as fresh as the fragrance of flowers, the water is as clear as glass, and the sky is blue like silk. The ground is full of flowers and green grass..."

"Be specific." Liu Yanzhi interrupted the middle-aged man, "Do you have basic knowledge? Have you read the theory of relativity?"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and pointed to the bookshelf. The spine of one of the books read "Theory of Relativity　 Jiyu is doing."