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Chapter 219 - 107: ’Scorching Sun Descends’ and ’Optimization’_3
CHAPTER 219: CHAPTER 107: ’SCORCHING SUN DESCENDS’ AND ’OPTIMIZATION’_3
The overall style resembles an ancient city gate, capable of opening and closing vertically.
Thanks to the pulley system, it doesn’t require much effort.
After examining these, Zhang Feng shifted his gaze to the four-meter-high platform ahead.
To everyone’s amazement, Zhang Feng exerted his legs and easily leaped onto it.
’Is he even human?’
’I’ve heard the train chief is a martial arts expert, but I always thought it was a myth...’
’Actually... he seems scarier than the monsters...’
The crowd was both amazed and secretly scrutinized Zhang Feng on the platform.
Meanwhile.
On the platform.
After jumping up, Zhang Feng surveyed the area and found that the mechanism’s location was the same as in the Burrow World.
Except here, there was an additional stone carving on the ground.
Whoosh—
He lifted his foot and swept to clear away the dust with the wind from his pants leg.
On the painting, Zhang Feng saw a ’somewhat hunched person.’
As for the gender and age, the painting was too simple to deduce that.
The reason he knew it was a person was that there was no tail drawn.
And the one who painted him was a rat.
Beside him, Zhang Feng noticed a rat skeleton long since turned to white bones, with a polished stone loosely held in its hand.
’Did the person in this drawing trap them here?
Is this painting out of resentment?’
Zhang Feng felt it was a sign of ’resentment.’
As for the remains, it was a very old rat.
Thinking to himself.
Zhang Feng crouched down, put on disposable gloves, and lightly searched the bones to make a rough assessment.
If calculated by human bone age, it died at around eighty years old.
Well-versed in human physiology and having studied skeletal and physical exertion data,
he had enough research knowledge to quickly make such judgments.
Stepping over the remains.
Zhang Feng got up again to examine the mechanism in the center.
He walked over, touched it with his palm lightly, feeling it was similar to the Burrow World’s setup.
’Seems like the work of the ’same person’.’
Seeing it was the same person didn’t surprise Zhang Feng.
Because it’s like a guest at a feast, the same person in different worlds might be doing similar or even identical things.
He’d met the guest twice before; they all liked ’enlightenment and learning.’
King Snake had been seen three times, not counting the prequel.
The other time, also at the border, involved the same kind of ’business.’
Though the convenience store was not as significant as smuggling, it was still business.
’This makes it the second time for this person.’
Zhang Feng suddenly became interested in this ’mechanism person,’ purely out of curiosity, without any particular reason.
Even in the Burrow World, Zhang Feng was curious about who this person was.
But there was no time to think with rats nearly jumping at his face.
He initially planned to think more after dealing with the rat hole, but he ended up unconscious.
One thing led to another, and it was forgotten altogether.
Now, seeing it again.
Zhang Feng started recalling the details.
This world didn’t seem much different.
But within the Burrow World.
Zhang Feng vaguely remembered a young man who loved telling ghost stories mentioned that these rats were raised by a ’Great Immortal.’
He remembered it because the eerie atmosphere at the time had scared him a bit.
Thus, his words back then came out quite harsh and blunt.
This memory was vivid.
’Might as well call them "Lingshan Immortal".’
As Zhang Feng reminisced, he examined the mechanism and looked towards the cave,
’It’s clear this Immortal wanted to trap these rats.
But neither this world nor the Burrow World managed to confine them.’
Thinking this through, Zhang Feng leaped down from the platform amid the crowd’s astonishment again,
’At least in the Burrow World, the rats haven’t gotten out.
But here, not only did they leave, but they’ve also transformed into ’human form.’
From an ordinary perspective, it means rapid evolution.
From a mystical perspective, it’s like they became spirits, learning the art of shape-shifting.’
Zhang Feng speculated, feeling this should be the case.
It was nothing more than the Lingshan Immortal failing to suppress them.
Meanwhile.
A few military personnel ran over, pointing at a dozen or so captured rats,
"Train Chief, we’ve already gathered information on some of their bases in various provinces."
"Good." Zhang Feng nodded, then pointed up the steps, "By the way, investigate if there’s an Immortal raising rats here from a hundred years ago."
"An Immortal?" The crowd looked puzzled, but considering Train Chief Zhang’s unusualness, he might discover things they couldn’t.
So, they needed to investigate.
After giving instructions,
Zhang Feng didn’t leave but circled around the cave once more.
Notably, the ’drop’ position within the Burrow World.
Zhang Feng found it quite sturdy; although it was also a large cave, the rock walls above were very thick.
...
In just two short days.
After thorough searching and clearing, all known rats were either killed or captured by the authorities.
During this period, Zhang Feng also participated in their ’rat-catching’ operation.
The powerful firepower and the military were enough to sweep away all rat nests.
Zhang Feng also learned a lot of combat knowledge.
When it was all over.
The authorities didn’t clamp down hard on matters regarding ’non-biological rats’ as they used to.
Even if people mentioned it, few actually believed there were such strange creatures in a corner of the world.
...
On the second day after the event ended.
The dry winter finally welcomed its first snowfall.
Woo~
Train cockpit.
Zhang Feng, with a thermos in hand, leaned against the train door watching the snowflakes outside get larger.
The ground was already covered in white snow.
"Received..." The driver, after cooperating with dispatch, appropriately slowed down the train.
At this time, Zhang Feng withdrew his distracted gaze and looked at the driver,
"Now that the train is slow, shall I take over?"
"What?" The driver, hearing the train chief’s words, immediately shook his head like a rattle drum,
"Train Chief, you’d better tell the ghost story you mentioned earlier; it’s about the mice becoming spirits in our world..."