Chapter 33: The Dusty Past
Future space-time, science and technology island. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
Three days have passed since the meteor fell, and Lils has conducted a detailed investigation of the crash site, and after getting first-hand information, he turned to this technology island.
Science and Technology Island is located in the middle of the ocean, is the world's scientific research consortium jointly funded to build, there are first-class scientific research equipment, and equipped with special research laboratories of many countries, Lils is located in the Oriental District, there is an exclusive history museum research room, but this research room is not a study of history.
"From the samples you brought, we analyzed a rather messy research report, and it will take about ten days to sort out before we can have a definite result."
Opposite Lells, sat an old man with a white beard, fiddling with two test tubes, and there was a faint trace of blood in the liquid inside the test tubes.
Lils was silent for a moment before replying: "I want to know the general conclusion now, which will be very important for my future work." β
"I must warn you," the old man had to repeat what he had just said, and then changed his tune, "in the absence of a definite result, the answer you get is likely to lead you astray, are you sure you want to know?" β
Lils was not moved at all, and said calmly: "Of course, I have been studying in this research field for so long, and this is my chance to take the lead, I know that several departments have already contacted you, and if I wait for an accurate report to come out, I won't have any chance." β
Hearing this, the old man stopped what he was doing, glanced at Lils carefully, then nodded, and said: "Since you didn't make a decision because of impulse, then I can promise you, in fact, I am also very curious, the historical past you are pursuing, whether it is meaningful, after all, for people now, living a good life in front of you is a realistic choice." β
Lears laughed, and said, "You have been researching in this bloodline gene laboratory for more than 20 years, and I believe you will understand my desire to trace my roots." β
"Go then, young man." The old man shook his head and smiled, took out a file bag from the drawer next to you, and handed it over, "After reading this thing, you can't keep it, understand?" Because a lot of the content won't be on the final report, and if the news leaks, then I can't stay here. β
"Okay." Lears took the file bag with a solemn face, saluted, and left. At noon that day, he declined the invitation of the Science and Technology Island, didn't even eat lunch, and left directly, flying all the way, and only stopped when he arrived at his laboratory in Hongcheng, and then gave some orders, and went into the laboratory and took out the document bag.
Opening the bag and pulling out a few pieces of paper inside, Learsboy looked at it carefully, and slowly, his brow furrowed.
"In the crater where the meteor fell, what was found was actually traces of two tribes, in addition to the original origin clan, there were also traces of the ghost clan, and the two tribes seemed to have signs of alliance and union in the past, which is strange......
Thinking about it, Lils put down the material he had said, went to the innermost wall of the laboratory, and raised his hand to press it in the corner.
Click! Click!
With the sound of gears, the whole wall split into two pieces and moved in both directions, revealing what was insideβit was a peculiar glass wall, covered with glass one small cell after another, and in each compartment was a glass vial with a drop of blood in it, and in front of the bottle was a label with many names written on it.
Mo, Phantom, Tiger, Dragon......
Etcetera.
"This origin race and the ghost race are newly discovered past races, there is no trace of the past, it seems that it is very difficult to find the blood samples of these two races, don't know how many years to divide, maybe you have to use the power of the organization......"
Thinking about it, he subconsciously raised his left hand and glanced at the restraint on his ring finger, which glowed with metallic light and was engraved with the outline of a deer's head.
"But this organization is too secretive, and it seems to be consciously luring me into contacting them, and to be on the safe side, I'd better not use their power until the last minute."
With that in mind, Lils waved his hand to the side and pressed a button, and the wall closed, and he came to the table, looked at the papers, and was about to burn them, but at the last moment, Lils's gaze suddenly swept over a line of text, and then paused.
On that line of text, it was written-
"The treasure of the Origin Clan, known as the Blood Tablet, was excavated fifty-seven years ago and is now stored in the seventh room of the Central Collection."
After reading this sentence several times, Lils took a deep breath to really order something, and then remained silent, and finally left the laboratory, explained to several experimental assistants, and left the place, breaking through the air.
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Ancient time and space, the home of the Cels.
"Qing, Fan, how are you feeling lately?"
An old man who looked drooping and old, on crutches, stood in front of two young adults, who were pale on a mat made of thick green leaves.
Hearing the question, the two struggled to get up, but they were held down by the old man, but at the moment when the old man's thin palm touched the flesh of the two people, the old man's expression changed slightly, as if he had sensed something, and then nodded slightly, and said to the young leader Huang on the side: "It is basically certain that Qing and Fan are undergoing a bloodline transformation. β
Huang immediately asked a little impatiently, "Is it a transformation of an enhanced nature, or a weakening nature?" β
The changes in the bloodline are not necessarily good, and some will even weaken the originally strong race, especially the stronger and stronger the original foundation, the more difficult it is to break through, because this is equivalent to adding floors to a complete building with a strong foundation, and if you are not careful, it will lead to collapse, which is far less convenient than those relatively weak races.
Fragile races tend to be more malleable because they are easier to reshape.
Because of this, sometimes, the powerful race is often not favored by external forces, and in the same way, in the transformation of the powerful race, there are more details and structures involved, and the possibility of failure is greater, which will cause degradation.
It's just that the old man couldn't give an answer to Huang's question, he just said: "Until the changes in the two of them are not stabilized, everything is unpredictable." β
"Don't have an answer?"
Here, Huang was thinking about it, and suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside the tribal station, and then a huge roar was heard, accompanied by bursts of dragon groans.
"Yellow! Your tribe seems to have gained some benefit from this meteor fall, hand it over! We, the dragons, will let you go! (To be continued.) )