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Sure enough, the lights in the entire room had no reaction.
"It was fine just a moment ago, how did the power go out..." Kong Baosheng muttered to himself. "No... I have to go to the Power Bureau and see what exactly is going on."
"Why go to the Power Bureau?"
"Isn't all the electricity generated by the Power Bureau? Now that the electricity can't be used, I definitely have to go look for them." Kong Baosheng replied subconsciously. "Even if the circuit is broken, at least I have to ask when the power will come back, right? If the power comes late, I still have to prepare kerosene and stuff in advance..."
As he spoke, Kong Baosheng had already put on his coat and hurriedly left the Theater House, running in the direction of the Power Bureau.
Hearing this sentence, Chen Ling seemed to suddenly think of something, freezing in place.
Electricity was generated by the Power Bureau. If there was a problem, go to the Power Bureau. This was tracing back to the source, a matter of course... Since that was the case, why couldn't the existence of the Red Dust Base be traced back to its source?
The Red Dust Base was the cornerstone of the Red Dust Domain, and the Red Dust Base was established single-handedly by Lord of the Red Dust;
Chen Ling's eyes gradually lit up. Without hesitation, he turned and ran toward the second floor. This sudden change stunned Li Qingshan. He said blankly:
"Brother Lin, what are you going to do?"
"I have some business! You decide the Theater House's performance repertoire for these few days!"
Before Chen Ling's voice fell, he had already run into the room and backhandedly closed the door, leaving only a bewildered Li Qingshan standing downstairs in the empty hall...
He looked at Chen Ling's tightly closed door and replied blankly:
"Oh..."
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As Chen Ling inserted the USB Drive into the desktop, the next moment, the familiar dark green code automatically appeared before his eyes:
[Number 129439]
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Chen Ling only felt his vision rapidly plunge into pitch darkness. When his consciousness recovered again, the surrounding scene had already changed.
The first thing Chen Ling saw was the familiar screen of a flip phone. On the screen, he was coldly giving a peace sign, and the pattering rain fell on its surface, flowing down along his fingertips.
He had returned to the exact moment he logged off from the Timeline Save File last time.
Chen Ling casually closed the flip phone, letting out a soft "smack," slowly stood up, and looked around... More than half of the museum had already been reduced to ruins. In that gray drizzle, a teenager was struggling to move three beds under the eaves.
Yao Qing finally managed to settle Yang Xiao, Su Zhiwei, and Xiao Chunping to avoid the wind and rain. Turning around, he saw Chen Ling standing there calmly.
He was stunned for a brief moment, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You... you-you-you... How did your injuries heal instantly??"
Yao Qing clearly remembered that just a moment ago, Chen Ling was still covered in blood, his intestines spilling out from his stomach, looking like he was about to die... He had even asked him if he wanted an ambulance, but as a result, he refused, and when he turned around, this guy had actually completely healed?!
"I said they were just minor injuries, nothing serious."
Chen Ling casually waved his hand and walked straight to the three beds, his gaze falling on Su Zhiwei's pale face.
He only had twelve hours this time entering the Timeline Save File. He best had to ask for clues about the Red Dust Base within these twelve hours, otherwise, if he missed this opportunity, the next time he entered here would be a month later...
In a month, many things could happen. Whether the Red Dust Domain would still exist by then was hard to say.
But as luck would have it, Su Zhiwei had overdrawn her Spiritual Power in the battle just now. Whether she could wake up in time was still unknown. Right now, Chen Ling also had no other way. He could only sit here and wait dryly, resigning himself to fate.
Chen Ling sighed helplessly, walked to the steps at the door alone, sat down, looked at the hazy sky, and fell into silence.
"No, what do you mean by sighing?" Yao Qing immediately became anxious. He ran to Chen Ling's side and couldn't help but ask, "What happened to them? You... you tell me the truth, I can handle it!"
"...What nonsense." Chen Ling glanced at him. "They just overdrew their Spiritual Power and fainted. Didn't you check their condition?"
"Who told you to suddenly walk over, look at them all with an ugly expression, and sigh... It's scary."
Chen Ling: ...
"Then when can they wake up?"
"Hard to say, it only depends on their respective overdraft situations... I hope they wake up as soon as possible."
Chen Ling shrugged and said truthfully.
Although Yao Qing was anxious in his heart, there was nothing he could do. He could only sit dryly beside Chen Ling, eagerly looking at this dilapidated museum ruin, sighing constantly...
Half an hour, an hour, two hours...
Yao Qing looked back and forth at the three of them several times, but there was still no sign of them waking up. Out of helplessness, he simply walked directly into the ruins and started searching.
Waiting dryly was still waiting, might as well take this time to rescue a few collections from the ruins. Many of these things buried underneath were posthumous works of predecessors. Setting aside their value for now, they were of extremely important significance to him and Xiao Chunping.
Yao Qing moved away one stone after another, his hands full of dust. Occasionally, he could also dig out a few Embroidery Diagrams from underneath. Although the frames and Glass surrounding them were broken, the soft Embroidery Diagrams themselves didn't suffer much damage, just covered in dust.
Yao Qing brushed away the dust on these Embroidery Diagrams, his eyes full of heartache. He brought them back under the eaves from the drizzle, carefully smoothed them out, and finally pressed them down with a stone to prevent them from being blown away by the wind.
Chen Ling took all this in without saying much, just quietly sitting like a sculpture.
He didn't know how long had passed when a soft "huh" came from the ruins.
He saw Yao Qing holding a smashed picture frame, walking over from afar in confusion, simultaneously taking off the tattered frame outside with both hands and pulling out the photo inside.
"Strange... Where was this photo placed before?"
"What photo?"
"It seems to be a photo Grandmother took with someone... The person next to her, I don't think I've seen him before?"
As he spoke, Yao Qing casually handed the photo to Chen Ling. The latter casually glanced at it and suddenly froze in place.
In the photo was a group picture of Xiao Chunping and a young man. Looking at the background, it seemed to be on some old street in Guangdong, with the neon signs behind them all being traditional Chinese snacks in traditional characters.
The young man taking the picture with Xiao Chunping was wearing a red performance outfit embellished with colored threads and sequins, and a mighty Eastern dragon was embroidered on the cuffs... He held a brightly colored Awakened Lion Head-dress in his left hand, and gave a peace sign to the camera with his right hand. He was grinning, wearing a pair of small, round-framed sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, giving off a somewhat roguish, dashing feel.
"Awakened Lion?" Chen Ling suspiciously turned the photo to the back, and a line of date entered his eyes:
[2020.06.14]