Run into the world

Chapter 603 This person is called Jiang Chen!

Straw man?

Duanmu Xiang understood what the other party said. The straw man is actually not important, and is not even the protagonist of this story that has been passed down through the ages, but it plays an indispensable role.

Duanmu Xiang's conceptual level of sharpness is a straw man, which doesn't matter much in normal times, but in this alien world, it will play a special role.

In an instant, the bow and arrow in the box of Pangu's tomb flashed through my mind...

"Don't you have that bow and arrow?"

Duanmu Xiang blurted out, but the other party was not surprised. He smiled and explained: "People in that world may not be able to find it, and even if they find it, they may not be able to use it. I may not let them use it."

"..."

Duanmu Xiang resisted the urge to roll her eyes. How could there be so many uncertainties? Layer by layer, in every aspect. Now that you have said this, doesn't it mean that you are not going to let people from that world use it?

"Can I know what that bow and arrow is used for?"

"No."

"Okay, can I ask you one more question? If I go to your world, what good will it do me?"

This time it was the other party's turn to remain silent. He seemed to think for a while before asking with a smile, "Are you interested in the truth?"

"What truth?"

"The truth about the catastrophe that happened in your world."

"..."

For a moment, Duanmu Xiang's scalp felt a little numb. Why did a catastrophe happen in the real world?
The huge curiosity was like a torch that kept burning Duanmu Xiang's mind. He wanted to know so much.

Not only him, but probably everyone in the real world would also want to know the truth if they had the chance. After all, for these Chiguo people, it was like being kidnapped on a dangerous train while eating hot pot and singing at home, forcing you to keep moving forward!

and many more……

Duanmu Xiang looked at the other person strangely, and almost made the other person's hair growl.

"You know I can't resist this temptation, but you still tell me this, so you want me to enter your world, right?"

"There's no particular hope, it just gives the people in that world more opportunities."

"..."

Duanmu Xiang fell silent again. His keen perception told him that every word this man said was true, but every word seemed to contain a trap, the kind that he had to fall into. This was ridiculous.

"Haha, you must be the most confident person I have ever met. Are you so sure that I will enter this illusion? There are too many surprises!"

Upon hearing this, this person's eyes showed a hint of appreciation. This kind of appreciation was quite familiar, as Tathagata had also looked at him in the same way in the past.

"What you thought was an accident actually contains a lot of inevitability. If you want to know, I can tell you, but once you know all this, you will have to bear more consequences, and then it will be up to you whether to enter this world or not. Of course, even with so many inevitabilities, there are still variables..."

"Variables? For example..."

"For example, you turn around and leave right now."

Duanmu Xiang stood opposite the man, looking forward and looking back. The road ahead was filled with truth and trouble, and the road behind was filled with comfort and stability. It seemed that there was no need to choose!

Duanmu Xiang took a deep breath and smiled, "I know variables always exist, but I also know that it is never easy to find variables and make up your mind to choose variables."

"You understand it very well. That's great. It saves me a lot of trouble. I'm glad you understand. I don't want to be the bad guy all the time."

Duanmu Xiang spread her hands, "Then just tell me straight, and give me a reason why I have to go on."

The man thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have a descendant named Xiao Zizai?"

"..."

Duanmu Xiang scratched the back of her head, her expression showing no problem, but she started moving again, humming as she walked forward, "Let me make it clear first, I don't care about Xiao Zizai. I'm not bragging to you, I don't care about my own kids, let alone my friend's kids. I'm just a little curious, after all, the truth you told is quite tempting."

The man didn't say anything more, just smiled with satisfaction and walked slowly forward behind him.

The crisp sound of clicking became louder and louder. There was still a vast expanse of white in front of my eyes, but there seemed to be a faint breeze blowing, and at the same time, there was a hint of noise in the coolness.

Then the original crisp sound changed into a muffled sound, and the feeling under my feet also became different, as if I was stepping on the road, and more and more worldly smells filled the air.

The next second, the view in front of her suddenly became clear. The noise of the street and the light pollution in front of her came at the same time, making Duanmu Xiang unconsciously squint slightly, feeling quite irritated.

Well, it was all white the last second, and now it’s pitch black?

Duanmu Xiang was in the midst of a busy traffic. She looked up and saw that it was probably midnight. However, this was obviously a night market, with couples coming and going. Everyone was talking and laughing, seemingly without any worries.

Well, detached and out of place, Duanmu Xiang didn’t feel that he was much different from these ordinary people. At least he was sure that he behaved very normally.

But here's the problem. The man before described everything in a mysterious way, so it must be a big deal, but...if it was a big deal, would so many civilians be so heartless and laugh it off?
Duanmu Xiang grinned and remained silent for a moment, then began to walk out of the night market. He thought about calling Xiao Zhao, who knew everything, first.

However, after walking for three minutes, he suddenly realized that he was not in a night market, but a special cultural street. As he kept moving forward, there were more and more pedestrians, and more and more girls in ancient costumes.

Not long after, he saw the words under a row of statues in front of him: The Tang Dynasty City That Never Sleeps.

Duanmu Xiang pursed his lips. He and Fu Qingmiao spent their honeymoon in this world. He had never heard of the Tang Dynasty City That Never Sleeps, but Chang'an knew about it. So he knew where this place belonged. "Uh, kind lady, I don't know where my phone is. Can I borrow your phone to make a call?"

Duanmu Xiang smiled at a passing lady in ancient costume, and instantly confused her. He took the phone and dialed the number that he had long remembered. Zhao Fangxu on the other end of the phone seemed very excited and said that he would ask Lao Meng from the Northwest District to pick him up immediately.

Duanmu Xiang hung up the phone and glanced at the time on her phone. It was 2024, and more than three years had passed since they last saw each other in Biyou Village.

Well, he remembered Lao Meng. He was a temporary worker from the northwest district of Nadutong. He had seen him in Biyou Village before.

"Brother, can you add me on WeChat?"

Duanmu Xiang returned the phone with a blank look on her face. I seemed to have just said that I lost my phone. Well, this is so cool, but it’s really inconvenient.

It would have been fine if Duanmu Xiang hadn't shown up before, but now that he was discovered, a group of people immediately surrounded him. Each of them was a young lady who wanted to take a photo with him, which made Duanmu Xiang... quite happy, especially when these beautiful women clamped his arm into the weapon.

Wow, you dribbled the ball into someone, you're trying to scam me, I'm going to get mad if you do this again!
beep...

Just when Duanmu Xiang was about to do something improper, Lao Meng came to the rescue, but his way of doing it was a bit exaggerated.

The wind was blowing hard and the noise level suddenly increased by several levels. A helicopter was seen hovering in the night sky, drowning out the noise of the entire Cultural Street.

Lao Meng opened the cabin door and leaned half of his body out. He was still wearing a grey shirt, suit pants, and side-swept round-frame glasses, which made him look like a decadent middle-aged man who no longer had any dreams.

Of course, if you don't look at the helicopter...

With a loud crash, a rope ladder was kicked down and hung just in front of Duanmu Xiang.

Duanmu Xiang stood on the rope ladder, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Before the helicopter took off, she shouted to the girl below: "Thank you for your phone."

Ignoring the young ladies below with stars in their eyes, Duanmu Xiang climbed up the rope ladder steadily and entered the helicopter.

"Meng, I haven't seen you for a while. Why are you making such a big scene this time? Are you so anxious?"

Duanmu Xiang straightened her messy hair. Opposite her, Lao Meng forced a smile and said, "Boss Zhao has always said that you, the senior, are the one who understands the overall situation. You will come back to the arena even if you don't need to look for me in such a difficult time!"

Duanmu Xiang was amused. This flattery was quite blatant. "Give me your phone. I'll talk to Lao Zhao."

"No need, let's go directly to the Magic City, everyone is there!"

Duanmu Xiang didn't say anything when she saw this. About ten minutes later, the helicopter arrived at the airport. The special plane had been waiting for a long time. Without going through any cumbersome procedures, the two boarded the plane and took off.

There was a huge Nadutong logo printed on the special plane. It was obvious that all the people on board were Nadutong employees. However, Duanmu Xiang found that these people were in a tense state, with some signs of mental weakness.

After getting on the plane, he found a comfortable seat and sat down. Lao Meng sat opposite him. However, there were not only the two of them on this special plane. In addition to the flight attendants, there were many other guys with a lot of energy.

Huh? Interesting, Taoist priests, monks, soldiers, policemen, and even a few guys wearing special handcuffs, what is this?
It would be fine if they mobilized masters from all walks of life, but they also mobilized people from the national system, such as soldiers and police? Even some criminals!
What is Zhao Fangxu doing? This doesn't seem to be his style.

Although there is a saying that "extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures", as a special organization, Nadutong has always adhered to the principle of "even extraordinary times do not call for extraordinary measures". It seems that the matter this time is indeed no small matter.

After about six hours, the special plane finally arrived in Shanghai. When he got off the plane, he saw a long line of special cars. He didn't recognize the car logos, but they looked very serious, just like the president of a certain country traveling.

The Shanghai branch of Naduotong is quite bright, but not as busy as Duanmu Xiang had imagined. This time, there were no staff members sorting the express deliveries. On the contrary, although they were wearing employee uniforms, they all had sinister looks in their eyes, both men and women, young and old, as if some super bad luck was hanging over their heads and they were afraid of stepping on dog shit when they went out.

Old Meng obviously noticed this as well, and said with a wry smile: "Excuse me, senior. We have been under too much pressure these days."

The people at Naduotong had obviously raised the standard of welcome to a very high level, with two rows of experts lined up on the left and right to welcome him, all of them were beautiful female employees. Well, it should be said that Xiao Zhao understood him.

"Senior, I missed you so much!"

Before we reached the meeting room, a fat man in a white shirt rushed over to us in the hall with his arms open and tears streaming down his face.

Lao Meng at the side had his eyes widened, and all the men and women were stunned. Is this... is this the legendary Mr. Zhao, the Jinchūriki who has a broad view of the overall situation?

Tell me, which fairy possessed our beloved leader!
Duanmu Xiang was not too surprised, he also watched Zhao Fangxu grow up, and the boy was quite clingy to him back then, but he became more concerned about his reputation after growing up, and this time he was so "careless", it seemed that the guy had done something very big, quite big!
"Alright, alright, this isn't the reason I taught you the Zixia magic skill." Duanmu Xiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she pried open the two chubby arms.

Hmm? Zixia Magical Skill?

Old Meng and the other employees nearby pricked up their ears. The reason why Mr. Zhao Fangxu could become the chairman of Nadutong was, on the one hand, because of his family background and his having shed blood and made contributions for the motherland. On the other hand, there were also rumors that Zhao Fangxu was very powerful and had made great contributions at certain critical moments.

However, Zhao Fangxu had not taken action for a very long time, and those who had seen Mr. Zhao in action were either dead or about to die. Therefore, over time, everyone regarded this as a rumor. Who knew... it turned out that Mr. Zhao had practiced the martial arts of Senior Duanmu!

Zhao Fangxu let go of his hand awkwardly, coughed lightly and became serious again, "We couldn't decide who would be the commander-in-chief before, but now that the senior is here, I'm sure no one will have any objections!"

Duanmu Xiang smiled and nodded. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew what the word "commander-in-chief" meant as soon as he heard it. He was familiar with this matter. When he fought against the Japanese before, he was the one who organized the group!

"I was a bit busy before, so I just caught up this time, but you should still tell me the details and the intelligence we have already obtained."

When Zhao Fangxu saw Duanmu Xiang agreed, his eyes were almost filled with excitement. He stretched out his hand to lead Duanmu Xiang to the conference room, "Okay, senior, please take a seat first. I will start from the beginning."

The conference room is very large, even larger than the hall outside. It feels almost as big as half a football field. Rows of seats in a stepped pattern surround the podium in the middle, and there are also some projectors and speakers. The configuration is a bit like a university lecture hall.

When Duanmu Xiang and Zhao Fangxu walked in, the originally noisy conference room suddenly became quiet. Everyone's eyes fell on Duanmu Xiang. Some were puzzled, some were respectful, and some even had faces full of admiration, probably because they knew Duanmu Xiang's identity.

Zhao Fangxu walked to the front desk as if time waits for no one, then lowered the curtain and turned on the projector, and a very clear photo immediately appeared on it.

Duanmu Xiang took a look and thought, wow, this guy looks familiar. He is the one who tricked a bunch of Korean soldiers to come here to be cannon fodder! Well, you see, he even waved to the camera cordially...

At this time, Zhao Fangxu's voice sounded, "This photo was provided by the descendant of the Ma family of the Hong Kong Island Exorcist Dragon Clan. According to reliable intelligence, this person calls himself Jiang Chen!"

(End of this chapter)