If things were that easy, would they need to make sacrifices?
Just then, they saw Bei Sining, who had quietly followed the group in.
"Mr. Liu, everyone, welcome, welcome." After a brief moment of surprise, the team leader led them to the lounge.
It was too cold outside. Although the elderly people were still healthy, they were all old and wrapped in the most protective suits. Only the young man in the group wore goggles and wore the thin protective suit that soldiers wore. He moved like the wind.
Old Liu treated him with great respect, and asked for his opinion first during meetings. The team leader and several monitors were secretly alarmed after seeing this.
The others did not show any dissatisfaction, but when it came to the details, they seemed a little disappointed because Bei Sining said she would have to look into it further.
“Of course,” said Old Liu. “Xiao Song, after the meeting here is over, take our Mr. Bei to the quarantine area.”
The person whose name was called was the monitor who was pouring water, and he nodded hurriedly to accept the task.
When you have resentment in your heart, it's easy to find fault with everything. Xiao Song felt that he was bad in every way, that he didn't even understand the basic concepts of antimatter, and that he didn't offer any constructive opinions when others were discussing numerical values.
In Xiao Song's eyes, such silence was a sign of guilt, a typical indication of poor skills.
I don't know what method they used to mislead so many high-ranking officials.
Xiao Song went to the changing room to change his clothes, put on all kinds of protective equipment, and greeted Bei Sining with a fake smile, opening the airtight back door of the command post for her.
The man simply grunted in agreement and stepped into the snowstorm.
Xiao Song followed him out, but the sight that greeted him after taking only one step terrified him—he hadn't followed the regulations for the inspection. Was this expert out of his mind? Why didn't he put his protective suit back on after taking it off?!
This is the Arctic!!!
Xiao Song let out a thunderous "Aww—" as his mind flashed to the ending three seconds later: the expert would be frozen solid, the rescue would fail, he would be expelled for violating the rules, and then he would spend the rest of his life eating instant noodles in a miserable state before the end of the world...
"What's all the fuss about?" Bei Sining jumped in fright, giving the eccentric young man behind her a dark look: "Come on, then?"
"Huh?...Oh." Xiao Song walked unsteadily, his chaotic thoughts gradually coming back to normal, and goosebumps rose up all over his back. This person wasn't stupid; he genuinely could move freely in a minus thirty-degree environment without wearing protective clothing.
What a true master! Xiao Song quickly threw his mind to business, his eyes filled with shame and eagerness as he looked at Bei Sining.
Bei Sining had no time to care what these lowly minions were thinking. He followed the railcar sullenly to the quarantine zone and finally saw the “subspace” that had troubled generations and influenced Wen Zheng’s entire life.
It was a curtain of light shimmering with iridescent colors, like a tiny, blown soap bubble, that pierced straight into the clouds and disappeared.
The light curtain is transparent, and apart from the distortion caused by light reflection, the horizon can be seen almost at a glance in the unobstructed snowfields of the Arctic.
“When it was first discovered, it wasn’t this small.” Xiao Song respectfully explained to him, “Two hundred years ago, the space enclosed by this light curtain was twenty square kilometers. Later, our predecessors used antimatter devices to weaken it time and time again, and it gradually shrank until it became what it is now. Currently, it is only five square kilometers.”
"What's inside?" Bei Sining asked.
"Ah, I don't know either. I don't have the ability to go in... But according to the information left by the special forces that went into the operation, it is said to be a chaotic space with everything, and the gravity changes at any time. It is a terrain that cannot be deduced by common sense."
Seeing Bei Sining about to approach, Xiao Song quickly reminded her, "Um, if it's someone who can't enter, the closer you get, the more repulsive force you'll feel... It's in its dormant period right now, so it probably won't be easy to get in... Holy crap."
Bei Sining strolled leisurely to the edge of the light screen, reached out and touched it, and a ripple appeared on the colorful transparent light screen.
Xiao Song was stunned, and Bei Sining also frowned.
“A small world,” he said.
"What?"
“An unformed little world.” Bei Sining: “It rejects me.”
It's a bit troublesome.
The biting wind whipped his long hair around as he squinted in thought.
This so-called "subspace" was called the Secret Realm in his former world.
So-called secret realms are spaces where the laws of the world are not fully realized. They are attached to the greater world and do not conflict with it. Entering them requires certain conditions, such as a periodic time cycle or a certain level of cultivation.
According to Xiao Song's description, the subspace before them is not a reasonable, attached secret realm of a larger world.
It's more like a small world in its growth stage, trying to perfect its own laws and become an existence independent of this larger world.
That would indeed be troublesome.
Bei Sining interpreted it simply in her own way, and understood why those high-ranking officials said that if it was not handled properly, it would destroy the world.
Their conclusion is correct because two sets of laws cannot exist in one world. If this unformed little world were to erupt, Earth would indeed be close to destruction.
But what surprised him even more was that these humans, despite having no cultivation or spiritual power, were able to understand this spatial power in their own way and arrive at the correct conclusions.
They even used their mortal bodies to reduce the scale of space?
It seems that no matter where we are, humans always have a spirit of not giving up and can do things beyond their potential.
The henchman was extremely nervous: "Mr. Bei, did you see something? Can you... go in?"
Bei Sining shook her head and said calmly, "Let's go back first, I'll think about it some more."
Xiao Song's disappointment was written all over his face.
Bei Sining didn't say much to him, and pondered in her mind. She didn't yet understand the rules of this space that accepted humans, and she couldn't read any more information when she wasn't active.
But there is one thing he can do: set up an external barrier to seal off this dangerous place.
At his peak, the Demon King possessed the power to move mountains and overturn seas. Let alone such a small space, he had even ventured into and taken over the Golden Palace. He even managed to capture a certain immortal's abode that was coveted by the entire cultivation world.
Even though his strength has plummeted to only 30%, he's not completely helpless and just watching the apocalypse come. Just kidding, his company is still operating.
All we can do now is wait, wait for the space to end its dormancy and open the gate. Only then will Bei Sining know the extent to which she can control it.
Xiao Song took him back, and Bei Sining met Liu Lao. She briefly talked to him, and then spent the next few days staring at the equipment and curves, learning how humans monitor so-called "spatial fluctuations".
He has a strong learning ability and a solid foundation of concepts, allowing him to easily grasp concepts from different perspectives. In just three days, he understood most of it, installed a monitoring terminal on his phone, and planned to go back and visit Wen Zheng.
"I've been busy for several days. Wen Zheng must miss me a lot!" Bei Sining thought to herself.
Wen Zheng had absolutely no time to think about him.
Wen Zheng was busy bickering with his allied comrades—or rather, engaging in friendly exchanges.
Wen Zheng's forehead veins bulged as he used all his strength to force himself to calm down, and he silently recited the eighth volume of the sutra.
"Zheng! I don't believe you're a Leo! Leos are all very passionate, Zheng, you treat us like Arctic ice!"
"You can't say that. Astrological personality traits can be inaccurate. Let's assume Zheng is a Leo for now. But Zheng, do you know what sign Bei is?"
"Bei must be a Pisces. Looking into his eyes, I felt a sense of melancholy."
"No, Bei must be a Virgo, and that long hair must symbolize purity!"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
Each country has a large tent that serves as a training room. Every afternoon, there is a two-hour exchange period where participants from different countries are randomly assigned to different tents to chat about weapons, tactics, life, and so on.
Upon receiving the notification, Wen Zheng specially led his men to clear out a large area of the training room and prepared a projector to display a lot of weapon-related information.
As a result, with over forty people crammed together, not only was it inefficient, but the conversation was constantly being diverted. What angered Wen Zheng the most was that even his own team was secretly agreeing and asking Bei Sining what her zodiac sign was!
Wen Zheng was so angry he felt like his head was about to fall off, but he didn't even know!
Damn it, he didn't even know!
"Whoosh—" someone whistled: "Don't ask anymore, the little beauty is shy."
Everyone laughed.
"You two are really together? What a waste! Can you really satisfy that beauty tonight?"
Wen Zheng's taut nerve suddenly snapped.
"Who said that? Come out." The colder his voice was, the more excited the group became. A moment later, a burly man with bulging muscles jumped out from the corner and walked enthusiastically to the open space.
"Hey, little beauty, are you finally going to give me your Twitter account? I can grant your wish." The big man was from Xiong Guo, tall and strong like a bear. Wen Zheng, who was not short in Xia Guo, looked like the smallest of a nesting doll when he stood in front of him.
Wen Zheng: "Satisfy your mother."
He suddenly exerted force with his arm, as fast as lightning. Big Bear was caught off guard by his sudden attack. First, his right foot was twisted and he lost his balance. Then, he was spun around and was slammed to the ground by Wen Zheng with an over-the-shoulder throw.
"……Wow!!!"
The crowd, always eager for a good show, shouted and yelled, "Peppa, you're no good! You got beaten up like this by such a kid?!"
"Peppa Pig, hahaha, no, let me do it!"
Peppa? Wen Zheng choked, his grip loosened, and Peppa seized the opportunity to flip over. The two exchanged a few more blows, and Peppa grew increasingly surprised.
"Stop! Stop!!" Wen Zheng created an opening, luring Peiqi to a low point, and directly used a joint lock on her shoulder, pressing Peiqi to the ground and screaming.
"Are you satisfied?" Wen Zheng: "Speak."
Just as Paige was about to admit defeat, someone walked in through the door and interrupted him.
"What are you doing?!" Bei Sining stared in shock at Wen Zheng and the unknown burly man, who were twisted and piled on the ground, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning.
Wen Zheng's face was flushed red, his knee still pressed against Peiqi, and he freed his left hand to beckon: "Come here."
Bei Sining pushed through the crowd in shock and walked in.
"Bend over," Wen Zheng instructed again.
Bei Sining bent over in shock.
Suddenly, her collar was grabbed and pulled down forcefully. Bei Sining opened her eyes wide and was stunned as Wen Zheng kissed her.
Warm, soft, and moist.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
He kissed me.
The screams around them blew the roof off.
Bei Sining's mind went blank. She completely forgot to breathe, frantically thinking, "He kissed me! Is he that impatient?! He must have missed me so much! Ah!"
Author's Note: Cat Spirit: Oh my god, he likes me so much, what am I going to do if I can't compete with him? How can a man lose??
Peppa: Do you guys really have to kiss me while you're on top of me?
Chapter 91
The screams were so loud and prolonged that they even reached the command center. The world leaders who were having a meeting were stunned, momentarily thinking that a World Cup match was being played in a nearby stadium.
"What's wrong?" Old Mr. Liu Anshi called a young monitor to check, and a little while later, the winner, Xiao Song, returned nervously.