Admittedly, Ange guessed that the old guy across from him had recently started watching Korean movies and wanted to punch that wretched old face, but after all, he had something to ask for, so he decided to write down the punch first.

"To say that you are the scumbag emperor in the history of the eight Sheqi families, I think you deserve the title."

"The most scumbag of emperors, thank you!" Uesugi smiled, even a little smug.

"Then since you are ready to run away, do you mind providing me with some more information?" Angers opened his suitcase and put on his glasses, "I found some interesting documents in the library of the University of Tokyo. ."

He also began to pursue his own ambitions.

"I'm telling you, you old bastard, you didn't come to me just to eat noodles." Uesugi sighed, "Didn't I tell you everything I know? I even gossiped about my unfortunate family with you. . ”

Angre lowered his glasses and looked at him, "You didn't tell me that the Sheqi family has been funding major geological institutions for nearly a hundred years."

"Is this important?" Uesugi Yue was puzzled. "The Eight Sheqi Family funded many scientific research institutions, and geological institutions were indeed included in the funding scope. Initially, we wanted to search for the relics of the Age of Gods through geological exploration, but there has been no progress. "

"There is no progress because your drilling depth is not enough. The relics of the Age of Gods may be buried in the strata below 300 meters."

"You're not a geological expert, how can you be sure?" Uesugi curled his lips, "The eight Sheqi companies have funded geological institutions for a hundred years, but in the end not even a natural gas mine has been dug."

Ange pondered: "I am indeed not, but one of our school directors has a doctorate in geophysics. He said that no civilization can be restricted to an isolated city, since descendants of the White King once built Takamaki in Japan. An ancient city like that should have supporting facilities such as roads, cemeteries, and canals. But all of this was wiped out by the great flood that almost submerged the entire Japan 10,000 years ago. The ruins of the Age of Gods should still be preserved deep in the ground. "

Uesugoshi said: "I have heard reports from geological experts. They said that under natural conditions, ancient cities would sink a few millimeters every year. Based on this calculation, the relics of the Age of Gods should be buried in a layer of 50 to 100 meters deep. We can Explore through subsurface hydrology.”

"Underground hydrology?"

"It is to analyze the flow direction and composition of groundwater. If the underground river flows through an ancient city made of bronze, the water will contain components of copper and tin. If the underground river suddenly changes its course, it means that there is something huge in the stratum blocking it. Its way.”

As he spoke, Uesugi suddenly spat in disdain, "I heard what the geological expert said was quite reasonable, so I approved a large budget for him. As a result, until the guy died of illness, I still couldn't touch the ruins of the Age of Gods. Mao. Experts are reliable, even sows can climb trees!"

"Then have you heard of the underground city in Kaifeng, China?" Angers asked.

"No, I'm all ears."

"Kaifeng is a stacked city. In addition to the city on the ground, there are five cities on the ground, one on top of the other. The palaces and roads overlap from top to bottom. A total of six cities are stacked on top of each other."

Angers said: "This is because the Yellow River overflows, and the silt often buries the old city, and later generations rebuild the new city on it. The situation in Japan is similar. Before human history, the altitude of Japan was lower than today. Being submerged several times by the rising sea water, the ground sank, and the gravel brought by the sea water settled. The ruins of the Age of Gods sank into the depths of the strata at several times the speed, and it is estimated that it is about 300 meters deep."

He said slowly: "Perhaps deep in the strata of Japan, there is an ancient country built by the blood of the White King, and God is walking among the dark ruins, recalling his identity in his previous life. How lonely it is.

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"No, it won't wander around. It should return to the well where the corpse is hidden." Uesugoshi said: "That is the most isolated place and the safest hatchery."

"What exactly is the well of corpses?" Angers was curious.

"Descriptions passed down from ancient times say that it is a well that reaches the sky and the earth, leading from the sea of ​​cold water to the sea of ​​flames. The upper half is cold water and the lower half is flames. Izanagi wrapped the holy body in purple linen

, tied with a golden rope, dived to the bottom of the cold sea, threw the holy body into the well, watched the holy body sink into the sea of ​​flames, and then covered the wellhead with a heavy basalt stone."

Uesugoshi shrugged, "This is the incident in mythology where Izanagi blocked Hirazaka in Homily."

"I don't understand it at all." Angers turned around and said, "Actually, I want to ask you, in which areas have you drilled in the past hundred years?"

He asked the question that concerned him most about this trip.

"I do know that all drilling is carried out along the direction of the underground river, starting from Tokyo, going west along the Akaishi Mountains, and finally reaching Izumo. The whole process takes almost a hundred years, totaling 10,000

Two thousand boreholes were drilled, and by today they should have drilled 10,000."

Uesugi Yueshi said confidently: "I can draw you a simple diagram and tell you the distribution of the drill holes, but I saw that diagram seventy years ago, and it may not be correct now."

As he spoke, he dipped his chopsticks in the noodle soup and twisted them on the chopping board to draw...

"Asshole! Even the ramen chef needs to be more professional, okay?" Ange angrily slapped the pen and paper in front of him.

…

Genji Heavy Industries, hidden high up on the terrace called Xingshenji Temple.

There is a cloudy sky above the head, a rough bluestone floor under the feet, surrounded by gurgling water, and a black stone table under the vermilion torii gate. Except for Uesugi Eri, who has run away from home, all the heads of the eight Sheki families have surnames.

All here.

Including Inuyama Ga, the head of the Inuyama family, but this old guy smells strongly of medicine, and a bandage is faintly visible around his neck. His face is sallow, and he looks like he has just recovered from a serious injury, but he still wants to attend the meeting out of a sense of responsibility.

A look of perseverance.

It was half past six in the morning, already past sunrise time, but the sun could not penetrate the thick cumulonimbus clouds, and the sky gave off a faint pale white light. A strong wind blew from over Tokyo Bay, and the air was filled with a heavy sea smell.

Fishy smell.

The new patriarch, Nagamoto Kosei, sat at the head of the table, and his trusted subordinates Crow and Yabuki Sakura stood behind him wearing long black trench coats, forming an impenetrable human wall.

The expressions on the faces of the family heads ranged between fear and joy, and they exchanged glances silently.

Yuan Zhisheng lit a Soft Seven Star and slowly exhaled the smoke, "I think we have found God."

The crow placed the black lacquer box in front of each householder. Each box contained three items, two quartz bottles and an envelope.

One quartz bottle contained crimson water, and the other quartz bottle contained small silver-blue fish, which were dehydrated but not dead. They would occasionally struggle violently, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth like ice crystals.
Chapter completed!