Atlas of Heaven and Earth Chapter 241: Mutation

After the Atlas of Heaven Fetal Heart man with a knife left, the silver-haired man leaned back in his seat, waiting for the matter to be resolved.

This unusual request was most likely caused by that brat, so as long as that brat is taken care of, there will be no Anomaly.

In fact, most Anomalies are like this, especially in remote areas like this, where few people around have decent citizen identities, making it very simple to deal with.

But after waiting for a while, a gunshot ca from afar. The silver-haired man frowned and asked through the Boundary Token:

"Big Chen , what's going on?"

The voice imdiately ca to his ear: "There's a Martial Artist inside. This person has an Implant, and they also have guns. It's a bit troubleso."

The silver-haired man cursed: "This damn place is full of damn things."

He turned his head and said, "An Dan , can you interfere?"

In the back seat was a short-haired woman with purple eye makeup and a sowhat lazy look. The Implant exposed on her neck extended to her back and the back of her head, and was decorated with gorgeous ornants.

Hearing this, she nodded. She closed her eyes, seemingly contacting sothing. After a while, she said, "Okay, I have already transmitted false understanding to that Martial Artist's Implant, and his identity token network link has also been disconnected by ."

"Alright."

The silver-haired man said to Big Chen again, "Solve it quickly." Then he had the Boundary Token pull up his collection of music and play it. Instantly, a long wolf howl ca from his ear.

This was his favorite song by the Sun Band - "Wolf Legend." Accompanied by the music, his body began to sway:

"Madness, surging, like the waves..."

"Exuberant, unrestrained, like the scorching sun..."

"Under the sky, I am a lone wolf running..."

After waiting for a short while, Big Chen returned from outside, his knife covered in blood.

The silver-haired man opened his eyes and looked out the car window, "Is it settled?"

Big Chen nodded.

The silver-haired man said, "Let's go!"

After Big Chen sheathed his knife and got into the car, the off-road vehicle turned around and left.

On the way back, Chen Chuan and Old Qi were traveling as a light rain began to fall, and the sky beca gloomy. The headlights of the cars on the road and the neon lights were reflected on the car windows through the rain, turning into blurred spots of various colors.

Chen Chuan then asked, "Old Qi , do you know where they sell maps? A map of Central City."

Old Qi thought for a mont and said, "There's an old magazine store about two kiloters from here that sells them."

Chen Chuan said, "Then please take there. I might buy so other things as well. It's not far from the Academy from there, so I'll walk there myself. You should go back early too."

Old Qi agreed. Three or four minutes later, the car drove to the front of a store and slowly pulled over to the side of the road. Chen Chuan said goodbye to Old Qi and got out of the car. Soon, he found a small store with a narrow storefront about ten ters away and successfully bought a map.

People like him who wear mid-range tokens can actually just search on the platform to find out where to go, but maps are very necessary for many people. They don't have much money and can only trade for second-hand or third-hand Boundary Tokens, which only have dialogue functions. When going to unfamiliar places, they either find nearby Boundary Points to inquire or rely on maps.

But he bought this to make it easier to find the address that this life's parents left him.

He can't use the Boundary Token to search, as that would leave traces.

And even if he found that location, he didn't plan to go there imdiately, but planned to wait for a while, because he wasn't sure if anyone else was paying attention to this matter.

At this ti, it was raining, and he was not in a hurry to go back, but strolled along the street with a glass canopy. Around him were bustling crowds, and bright words and patterns flashed on the surrounding light boxes. The slightly damp and cold wind occasionally blew on his face, and further away were twinkling lights.

He stopped at a tram station. There was a sound from behind. He looked back and saw huge figures of a man and a woman appearing on the wall of a building. Various Implant advertisents were displayed on their bodies, and gentle and friendly male and female voices alternately introduced the convenient life brought by Implants.

After a while, the tram arrived.

Just as Chen Chuan was about to board the car with the crowd, Old Qi's contact icon jumped up. He glanced at it and answered, asking, "Old Qi , what's the matter?"

The voice on Old Qi's end was uneasy: "Brother Chen, that Big Chong suddenly sent a ssage just now, but it ended halfway, and there's no response when I ask again. Is there sothing wrong?"

Chen Chuan's eyes flickered slightly. He asked, "Old Qi , have you arrived ho?"

"Not yet, do you want to go back and take a look? Okay, I'll co pick you up."

"Is everything okay at your ho?"

"Yes, I've already told them."

"I'm at the station. I've sent you the location."

Chen Chuan ended the call with him and thought for a mont. The Supernatural Entity had already been buried, so as long as Xiaoman didn't dig it out with his own hands, there wouldn't be any more problems.

Unless...

Hopefully not.

After waiting for a few minutes, Old Qi's car quickly drove up to him. Chen Chuan got into the car, and Old Qi said, "I don't know what happened to Big Chong ."

Chen Chuan said, "We'll only know when we get there."

In less than half an hour, they returned to the shantytown from before, but looking over, the entire area was dark, with light in only a few places.

After the car was parked, the two walked inside, but after only a few steps, they saw soone lying on the road in the distance, convulsing. Old Qi said in horror, "What's going on?"

Chen Chuan looked at his Second Self , where there were strong signs of fading. At this ti, Old Qi saw double images and covered his head, "I feel a little dizzy."

Chen Chuan grabbed him, his dark and quiet eyes looking inside, and said, "Old Qi , don't go forward. I'll go in and take a look myself."

Old Qi asked in surprise, "Is it that thing from before?"

Chen Chuan said with a serious expression, "It's the one from before, but so things are different." He turned his head and said, "Old Qi , you said you used to hang out in esoteric sect circles?"

Old Qi nodded.

Chen Chuan said, "Then can you get these materials?" As he spoke, he sent a list of ritual materials and the required quantities through the Boundary Token.

Old Qi hesitated and said, "Yes!"

"How long will it take?"

Old Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Leave it to . I can get them by before dawn at the latest!"

Chen Chuan took out a wad of money from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "If it's not enough, use my share first."

Old Qi said, "This is enough, Brother Chen. Leave this to ." As he spoke, he put the money in his pocket and hurried towards the car.

"Old Qi ."

Chen Chuan turned and called him.

"What?" Old Qi stopped.

Chen Chuan looked at him and said seriously, "Don't push yourself. Your own safety cos first."

Old Qi waved his hand at him, "I know."

Chen Chuan watched him leave and walked deeper into the shantytown. On the way, he saw people collapsing on the ground. He imdiately quickened his pace, reached out and picked up the people within his line of sight, and then moved them to the edge of the Anomaly Influence.

So people fell inside the shacks. At this ti, there was no need to talk about rules. He kicked open the door and brought people out from inside.

The rain in the sky kept wetting his body, but it was instantly evaporated by the heat on his body, turning into wisps of steam.

This shantytown probably gathered thousands of people, but the main area affected was the circle extending outward from the shack where Xiaoman lived.

He could only bring out the outermost people who could still be saved, and the people closest to that area had already died.

He brought out about twenty people in total. So residents saw his actions. So tried to co up to help, while others may have had relatives inside and rushed in anxiously, but they all fell after only a few steps and were dragged back to a safe area by Chen Chuan . Later, no one ca forward anymore.

At this mont, more and more people gathered around, silently watching Chen Chuan's figure constantly entering and exiting.

After Chen Chuan brought out all the people he could, he walked towards the center. Throughout the process, his Second Self showed strong fading, and even the Boundary Token could not be used normally. The light and shadow in front of him were constantly shaking, and the sound was intermittent, so he simply turned it off.

When he arrived at Xiaoman's ho, Brother Chong's body was lying at the door. The fatal wound was a cut throat, and blood had gathered into a large pool underneath. Not far away was a pistol, the one Xiaoman had been holding in his hand.

He raised his eyes. Several bullet holes remained on the opposite board wall. He slowly walked to the backyard. A dummy model was sitting in the rain, holding the body of a young man . The dummy's empty eyes were looking upwards, and there was a bloody bullet hole in the young man's back.

He watched for a while and took a breath. This Supernatural Entity was no longer easy to solve.

And as ti went on, the influence range of this Supernatural Entity might beco larger and larger. He couldn't say for sure about other places, but the entire shantytown would be within this range.

The simplest way was to have those people move away.

But he knew that these people had nowhere else to go besides here. This was the only place they could stay, the only place that could accommodate them.

He turned around and walked out. There was still ti now. Before the influence range completely expanded, there was still a chance to restrain it.

Around eleven o'clock in the evening, Old Qi finally returned. He took a large box from the car and walked to Chen Chuan , "Brother Chen, everything you wanted is here."

Chen Chuan took it with one hand, "Old Qi , thank you for your hard work."

"This is nothing." Old Qi looked at the surrounding situation and said solemnly, "Brother Chen, are you going to set up a ritual? Let help you."

Chen Chuan said, "Old Qi , you can't go inside. Go and rest first. I'll take care of the rest."

Old Qi said, "Okay, Brother Chen, I'll wait for you in the car."

Chen Chuan carried the box back to Xiaoman's shack. He glanced at the dummy, opened the box, took out the tools inside, and began to draw ritual patterns on the surrounding board walls.

This was his first ti setting up a Secret Ritual, but fortunately, this restraint ritual, after being refined and summarized by the Secret Cult Bureau, was not too complicated. He just needed to draw according to the instructions.

Importantly, the person drawing the ritual needed to know what the purpose of the ritual was and what effect it would ultimately achieve. He was also very clear about this.

As a Martial Artist , his hand Anomaly was stable, and every stroke he drew was accurate and error-free. He also paid attention to the places where roughness was needed.

Fortunately, the rain had stopped at this mont, otherwise it might have been a bit troubleso for him to draw.

After several hours of work, as dawn was approaching, he made the last stroke.