Silently turning off the computer, Wang Ye looked at Xiao Si in the corner.
The order he gave to Xiaosi was to attack all targets who entered the room.
But there were no signs of a fight inside the house.
It seemed that his control over Xiaosi was getting weaker and weaker.
Or maybe...
I have never really controlled Xiao Si.
After a brief rest, the sky gradually grew brighter. After washing up, Wang Ye got dressed and headed to the headquarters of Tianzhu.
21st floor.
Zhang Ziliang was looking at a list, somewhat lost in thought.
This list records all the people who were in contact with several hidden undercover agents of the Buddhist clan during their time in Tianzhu.
After a long silence, Zhang Ziliang said calmly: "For those on the list, find a suitable excuse and fire them."
Yang Chen took the list, glanced at Zhang Ziliang, and said, "Maybe they are all innocent."
"I know."
Zhang Ziliang's expression was as calm as ever.
"Haha, that's so cold-blooded." Yang Chen sighed, took the list, and turned around to leave.
At the door, Wang Ye glanced curiously at Yang Chen, who had a strange expression on his face, silently felt the aura exuding from Yang Chen's body, and walked in.
Yang Chen is now his only criterion for judging his own strength. Only by paying attention to Yang Chen's status at all times can he accurately grasp his own strength.
After all, after eating that mysterious fruit, most of the energy has not been absorbed, and has turned into a ball of energy, which is stored in the Dantian, emitting weak energy all the time for the body to absorb.
"Is something wrong?"
Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a trace of tiredness on his face and said calmly.
Wang Ye nodded: "I need to investigate information about the Buddhist clan."
"Didn't I give you A-level permission?" Zhang Ziliang was a little confused.
"What I want to know is not on the intelligence website." Wang Ye said calmly.
Zhang Ziliang looked at Wang Ye with a serious expression: "Did you catch another big fish?"
"Just out of curiosity." Old Wang Ye was there and did not reveal even a trace of information.
Zhang Ziliang was speechless and fell silent.
"Must see it?"
“Must see!”
for a long time...
"Okay, come with me."
Zhang Ziliang breathed a long sigh of relief, stood up, took his work permit, and walked out the door.
Wang Ye followed Zhang Ziliang with a calm expression.
23rd floor.
Zhang Ziliang pressed the elevator and introduced: "The 23rd floor is the largest library in our Tianzhu. It contains many things, including some ancient books that have been preserved even after the eternal night."
"These things have a lot of precious value. Under normal circumstances, others are not allowed to enter."
"As for the Buddhist things, they are too important. Many of the information are not saved on the computer. It is safest to write down the traditions of the older generation and keep them in front of your eyes."
Wang Ye nodded silently.
He had always had some doubts about this before.
After all, using a website as a base to record information, even with layers of protection, still carries high risks.
Now it seems that my so-called A-level intelligence authority is just a cover for Tianzhu to release it...
As soon as the elevator door opened, Wang Ye felt that he was locked by several powerful energies that might attack him at any time.
Zhang Ziliang stood in the elevator and raised his work ID.
Wisps of energy kept scanning Zhang Ziliang's body. After a long time, the energy dissipated and the sense of depression in the air disappeared.
Zhang Ziliang breathed a sigh of relief: "What I hate coming here the most is this place. Every time I feel like I have been stripped naked and allowed to be teased."
Wang Ye's expression was a little solemn.
Sure enough, as a Tian group, it is far from being as simple as what I saw.
The energy of the people guarding the library alone was full of terror, let alone the unfathomable team leader, Li Xinghe.
But it has only been more than a year since Yong Ye, so how do these people have such strong strength.
There is really too much that I need to know right now.
After getting out of the elevator, Zhang Ziliang took Wang Ye and walked directly to the deepest part of the library.
There are rows of huge bookshelves filled with all kinds of books. Before Yongye, this kind of books might not have been particularly valuable.
But after experiencing the eternal night, most things were destroyed, and the human living space was continuously compressed.
Such paper books are extremely precious if they are well preserved and have such a large number.
As we go deeper, there are fewer and fewer bookshelves on both sides, and the paper in the books is also slightly yellowed, full of the atmosphere of the times.
Correspondingly, the contents of these books are obviously more precious.
Finally, at the end of the library, there was a bronze door.
There was a rocking chair in front of the door, and an old man was lying upside down on the rocking chair. The old man's hair was gray and there was not much left, only a few faint strands of stubborn hair blocking the top of his head.
The old man's face was very old, and his body was covered with age spots. He was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed.
If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing that could be heard, one would almost think that the old man was dead.
"Mr. Qian, I want to take someone in to check something."
Zhang Ziliang bent down slightly and said respectfully.
The old man seemed not to hear, and the rocking chair shook slightly.
"Mr. Qian..."
Zhang Ziliang was a little helpless, with a vague respect in his eyes, and his voice became a little louder.
The old man opened his eyes in confusion and looked at Zhang Ziliang.
It seemed like I had been recalling for a long time before I remembered who Zhang Ziliang was. There was a kind smile on his old face: "Little mouse, in the blink of an eye, you have become so big."
Little mouse?
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment and glanced at Zhang Ziliang with a strange expression.
Zhang Ziliang didn't feel any shame. His cold face remained unchanged for thousands of years, but there was a rare gentleness in it: "It's me. I want to take someone in to check some information."
"Oh, come on in."
The old man looked at Wang Ye carefully with his cloudy eyes, and stood up from the rocking chair tiredly.
Zhang Ziliang hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man and carefully led him to the bronze door.
The old man gasped slightly, and his palm gently passed through the void. A crack appeared in the air. The old man stretched out his hand laboriously, groped in the crack, took out a key, opened the door, and put the key into the crack again.
The crack disappeared, but the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength and sat on the rocking chair again, slowly closing his eyes.
Wang Ye had a thoughtful look in his eyes, this crack...
The energy is vaguely the same as that of the old monk from the Buddhist clan.
"This is a space system power, very precious."
Zhang Ziliang helped the old man back to the rocking chair, glanced at Wang Ye, and said lightly.
Wang Ye nodded and followed Zhang Ziliang into the bronze door.
The bronze door slowly closed.
The waning old man fell down on the rocking chair, as if asleep, full of a sense of peace.
