The Chiazu, which was shaking in the earth, gradually quieted down, as if it was soothed by something. The magma in the Chiazu was not extinguished, but the fire did not spread out any further. They just harvested a thin line, flowed down from a high place, and merged into the depths of the Chiazu, and finally formed a magma pool.

The temperature of the magma pool should have been extremely high, but above the pool it seemed like an invisible barrier was shrouded in the treetops on both sides of the rock walls were covered with snow, which echoed the magma, and the snow could not melt.

With a "click", Xiao Zheng came back to his senses and glared at the field where he was taking pictures next to him: "No posting to Moments when taking pictures!"

The photo was taken away and the phone was closed: "No... Director Xiao, I think the shape of the magma pool looks like the tattoo on Director Xuan's forehead."

Xiao Zheng: "..."

His "tattoo" is still painted.

"That's called the clan emblem, I'm thankful for you!"

At the same time, the crazy and gloomy sacrifice in the eyes of the earth veins also disappeared at the same time. The crazy-growing plants stopped, and the vines that were dancing wildly and tried to attack the helicopter also hung down, and a layer of green blanket was overlapped on the ground.

Wang Ze waved his hand, held the headphones, and listened to the voice of the general dispatch office intently. After a while, he turned to everyone and said, "Everyone, I just received the news that the Suzaku Totem photographed on the satellite disappeared."

Yan Qiushan immediately turned around and said to his colleague: "Restart the energy detector!"

"Yes, the energy detector restarts and the instrument is running normally."

"The abnormal energy level continues to drop..."

"The report has fallen under the warning line."

"No threatening abnormal energy body was detected within the range."

All members of the crew breathed a sigh of relief, the young soldier put down the rocket launcher, and the ordinary people and the special talents who lived in the same room were relieved and looked at each other.

Wang Ze coughed dryly: "Land one kilometer away from the target location. Please help us brothers retreat first. We can wear field protection and follow me. Thank you for your hard work!"

The pilot's voice rang in his headphones: "My God... it's like a fantasy movie, but I'm still on the stage - you guys... um..."

When I was bombing me, I didn't feel that I would be quiet. Facing these "flying and hiding" abilities beside me, the restraint and barriers of "non-my race" emerged later. The pilot didn't know what to call these special abilities for a while, so he vaguely went: "Do you comrades face these every day when you work?"

Wang Ze may be afraid that he will not be able to second the rocket launcher in the future, so he quickly explained: "No, don't worry, we don't usually do such a big one, just do ordinary little monsters, catch a few small gangs who can use special skills to commit fraud during the holidays, and complete the department's KPI..."

Yan Qiushan relaxed his tied wounded leg and leaned back. He heard him running the train all over, and couldn't help but scold him casually as before: "Wang Ze, talk nonsense again!"

The pilot smiled, his smile was very tense, and he failed to successfully "break the ice" just because of Wang Ze's cuteness. However, he could hear that he was trying to chat with others. Out of politeness, he couldn't help but say, "Your name is Wang Ze, too? There is a classmate in my class next to my high school and he has a name that he has the same as you. It's such a coincidence."

Wang Ze spread his hands and climbed along the way: "Parents are not educated, so give a popular name. There are duplicate names all over the world. Where is your middle school?"

"Oh, I'm from Yong'an No. 3 Middle School," the pilot said politely to Mai, while carefully looking for a place where helicopters can take off and land. "You may not have heard of it. After all, special talents are not the same as our ordinary school when we were young."

Yong'an No. 3 Middle School... so many familiar places.

The remarried woman's roar was still in her ears: "How much effort did I take to get your household registration to Yong'an and let you go to a key school. As a result, you don't study well all day long, and you still develop...the problems of those people!"

Not only did he develop the problem of "those people", he also became one of the "those people".

The academic performance is indeed not good either.

Wang Ze was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.

"A coincidence, I'm from Yong'an No. 3 Middle School," he stretched out his hand and shook hands with the distant young man who ran away from home, "but his grades were too poor. I didn't get a diploma halfway through. Yes, I'm from Level 01, you..."

The helicopter shivered.

Then, all members of the crew heard a shout in their headphones: "You are the legendary Wang Ze who filled all the physics test papers in Class 3 back then, and got four points?!"

Wang Ze: “…”

Yan Qiushan was on the phone with Xiao Zheng. After hearing this howl, he forgot what he was going to say. He felt that the entire strange control bureau had lost all this koi carp that turned and who was unlucky.

The abilities who were originally unable to find anything to say in front of ordinary people did not want to be represented by this person and started to open the microphone.

"Listen to my explanation, our Extraordinary Control Bureau is also a serious organization. Because the Ministry of Security has very few water systems, it is not possible to get into the exam with this level of cultural level. I am about 28 years old and a serious graduate from the 985th grade!"

"I was halfway through my doctorate study and realized that I was very capable. I couldn't write my thesis and had no work to settle down. If I had a job opportunity here, I just made do with it."

"I'm a few years older than you. When I was a child, my family didn't have the conditions. I went to school and went to work halfway through school. It was because of financial reasons. It wasn't that I was not good at studying. I'm not rich now. I can get a degree if I'm not even taking the self-study exam. When I'm a little older, I won't go out for fieldwork. I quit my job from the bureau and become an accountant."

The mountain wind swept through the ruins of the Vermilion Bird totem. On the way, I encountered those parents who were talking nonsense, and walked more slowly, as if I was reluctant to pick up some fun beside me. Then I merged into the mountains and forests, and the wind and clouds dispersed.

The day in the Western Hemisphere was experiencing a whole day, and the long night in the Eastern Hemisphere was sleepless.

A crisis that few people know of has passed quietly, people come to their senses and start quarrels, parades, appeals, and suspicion.

After understanding what a special talent is, the two camps of "anti-special talent organization" and "general egalitarian" quickly rose and quickly had their own logos and constitutions. The two sides cursed like they had a grudge against their father, and most of the remaining people followed the quarrels higher and higher, sometimes falling to this side, sometimes going to the other side, and drifting with the flow.

Within a week, extreme "anti-special" incidents occurred in various countries and places - some thugs suddenly rushed into public places with Mitsunian and Mitsunian-like weapons and swept wildly at the crowd. However, they did not hit anyone, and there were not so many special talents in the world. Even if there were, they would sweep randomly without knowing who was the special talents, and Mitsunian bullets would be blocked by ordinary people.

On the contrary, the panic caused by this led to several small stampede accidents, which hurt many people. For a time, "anti-specialized organization" became synonymous with "brain-dead" and "terrorists". However, the specialized people received a lot of sympathy - specialized, born, like gender and race, isn't it politically incorrect to be discriminated against because they were born like this?

A few days later, the Bureau of Extraordinary Control announced the list of people involved in the Mirror Flower Water Moon Butterfly incident and confessed the causes and consequences: the person who was parasitized by butterflies had been quietly dealt with as a natural death after the incident. The Bureau of Extraordinary Control was to tell everyone that there were no "dummy" parasitized by butterflies, so that everyone could feel at ease. Unexpectedly, the public relations level was too poor, which triggered a wave of life and death ethics.

Whether it was the concealment at the beginning or the silent death later, the families and relatives of the angry deceased did not accept it. The newly established media public relations department of the Foreign Control Bureau collectively became bald for three days, and drove out a sincere apology, the handling and compensation plans of the people involved in the case, etc.... It was useless and was scolded again.

Some people scolded them for being indifferent, some scolded them for being sensational, and more people were writing manifestos to scold the system of the foreign control bureau, demanding that the government dissolve this bad organization. Some people expressed their desire to live in the same world as the special talent, and they were so desperate that they wanted to commit suicide. If the police did not arrest all the special talent, they would cut their wrists on the live broadcast.

Articles like "A Life is only worth xxx, and they also said they were lying to you for your own good" are flying all over the sky.

In short, either the east wind overwhelms the west wind or the west wind overwhelms the east wind. For a moment, all human beings who were subverted their views were like a pot of boiling water. The movements of the special energy and anti-special energy are "hot oil" - whoever squirts and whoever squirts on the face.

However, there are always a very small number of people who have been affected by the special energy incident. Most people still have to do whatever they want after the blow-up.

After all, "how special people get along with ordinary people" is a big problem, which requires long-term discussion. In the short term, we have to give way to "imminent" - for example, when school starts, new KPIs are coming, idiot bosses want to do idiot team building, and the graduate student written test scores are given; for example, the central bank announced that interest rates have been raised, and rents have been inexplicably followed, and the social animals cried and calculated the increase in mortgage loans.

In this way, people were in panic.

The world is like it can metabolism itself. The mutated plants affected by abnormal energy have gradually recovered their natural growth laws. Celebrity Entertainment Gossip and News Broadcast quietly returned to the hot searches in 50 minutes today.

As for Xuan Ji—

"35.9c." Xuan Ji wrote down Sheng Lingyuan's latest body temperature - 0.3 higher than yesterday.

During this period, Sheng Lingyuan's heartbeat moved slightly from more than ten minutes, slowly recovering to about forty times a minute, and his body temperature was rising little by little like a person who was thawing.

After recording, Xuan Ji stared at Sheng Lingyuan for a while, then he suddenly sighed, bent down, and the tip of his nose touched each other to feel Sheng Lingyuan's long breathing.

His breathing was only last weekend, and it was intermittent at the beginning, like the most shy wind in the world, and a speck of dust could shake it away. Although he knew that as long as Chi Yuan was not sealed and the demon body could have a breath left, he would recover by himself sooner or later, Xuan Ji still kept the faint breathing in a hurry. After three days of his life, it finally stabilized.

The gentle breath seemed to have gravity, hooking Xuan Ji closer and closer. In the end, he couldn't help it and lowered his head and put Sheng Lingyuan's lips in his mouth.

The lips are icy and soft, which is almost surprising. Why does such a heartless person have such a gentle place?

As soon as Xuan Ji touched the lips, his mind looked like a lantern. He recalled the past and found that the flowers were not good and the moon was not full. There was only a string of depression in front of him and behind him. So the more he recalled, he became more and more angry, pinched the pillow and deformed it. He wanted to bite it down... After grinding his teeth for a long time, he was still unwilling to bear it.

The lips are too soft...

So he unwillingly touched Sheng Lingyuan's body, picked it up left and right, and selected the outside of his arm. He heard that the place hurt the least. He rolled up Sheng Lingyuan's wide sleeve and bit it, and planned to bite the hateful thing and bleeding, but as soon as the shallow tooth mark fell on it, his teeth were like rebelling, "I will not be able to bear anything in the outside world" and refused to go down!

Xuan Ji let go unwillingly, and the demon's powerful recovery ability filled the shallow tooth mark, with no trace except saliva.

So Xuan Ji became even more angry.

At this time, his cell phone vibrated. Xuan Ji took it over and saw that it was sent by Xiao Zheng: "Is it convenient for you now? I'll take someone to see you?"

Ten minutes later, when the leader of the Southern Ming Zhuque tribe was greeting guests in the living room, he was already quite awesome.

He did not bring Sheng Lingyuan back to Yong'an's small apartment for the time being, mainly because there were too many people coming to see him and living in a residential area was too disturbing to the public.

At this time, they settled in a sanatorium outside Yong'an. The place is backed by the Xishan Mountain, with a radius of more than a thousand acres, and an artificial lake, and only the two of them are not close to the guards in the outer circle.

The living room was very bright, as big as a conference room. Anyway, poor people like Xuan Ji have been in the world for ten years, and all the houses they have lived in are not as big as this living room. But when the "guests" who came to see him squeezed in, they still seemed to be stretched. Except for the translator, all the entourages could only wait at the door, and even the Huang Bureau had no seats. Xiao Zheng could only stand in the corner and gave him a look from a distance.

Xuan Ji sighed: "Don't panic, let's change to a more spacious place first."

He said, raising his hand to slow down his movements so that everyone could see clearly. Then, the filaments of flame spread out from the gaps between his fingers, shuttled back and forth between the walls and the floor, and weaving a magic circle.

The four walls of the living room were immediately widened more than tripled.

Amid a low amazement, Xuan Ji popped his fingers, and several long feathers inserted in the vase next to him flew out, landing and turning into a figure, quickly traveling around the entire living room, and there was a cup of steaming tea in front of everyone.

The guests exchanged their eyes. The divine bird was revived in Biquan Mountain and flapped its wings in the fire. Just a few photos were already shocking. After all, the special talented man was still a "human" and had his own unmature management system over the years, but what was he?

Rare prehistoric creatures?

Godzilla on earth?

A spokesperson for some natural law?

Or... God?

He now looks polite and like a friendly and peaceful ordinary citizen, but what if he loses control? Even if he doesn't lose control, will he interfere with the process of human society and international relations? What if he has any political opinions?

Xuan Ji looked at everyone's expressions with clarity and smiled: "To be honest, I have been in the world for more than 3,000 years, and I am not born last month."

Director Huang coughed dryly: "But it flew out of Biquan Mountain that day..."

"Bird," Xuan Ji picked him up, "It's my real body."

"Chiyuan is probably an energy source. Because various races are fighting each other, we locked this energy source thousands of years ago, and I am... that 'seal', now the human race and other non-human races are mixed together, there is no concept of 'seal', and the seal has expired, so I have returned to the administrator." In order to take care of the translator who was busy with work, Xuan Ji spoke very slowly, and roughly introduced several villains who coveted Chiyuan and were killed one by one, and talked about the causes and effects of three thousand years ago.

"Because my 'seal' is insufficient, in recent decades, the silence of demons and ghosts have all come out to cause trouble. The original 'mutual aid association' is the believers who are trying to seize control of Chiyuan."

Xiao Zheng added: "Let me explain that the foundation tree on the original site of my bureau grew on the eye of the earth's vein, and its roots were on a stone statue - the stone statue was already wrapped in the roots and became part of the foundation tree. Everyone knows that the foundation tree originally had a temple. The father of the former aftermath section chief Gong Chenggong was chased to the west mountain by bandits during the war. He happened to hide in the temple. A lot of blood flowed from the trunk. The vines sucked away his blood and indirectly helped him avoid the soil.

The bandits followed him, so he became a foundation tree - that is, a believer in the stone statue. When the alien control bureau was first established, he also helped to select the site of Xishan. Gong Chenggong was influenced by his father and visited the foundation tree since he was a child. The statues of the goddess have been passing orders to them through the earth veins. Through the autopsy, we found that Gong Chenggong, the former director of the aftermath of the alien control bureau, had completely died when the ancient tomb of Biquan Mountain was unearthed ten years ago, and was finally a possessed walking corpse."

A translation conveyed a question: "Nan Ming God..."

Xuan Ji: "Oh, I don't dare to be an administrator."
To be continued...