F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 408 The First Well of the Smoke Dragon's Remnant Heart

"Kid, don't touch the eleventh well."

"That's the heart I left behind back then."

The channel exploded.

The sound of sticks flying off Shenhou's side was off by half a beat.

"Old Wang, explain yourself clearly!"

"What do you mean by 'the heart you left behind'? You're still breathing, so what's in the well?"

Wang Qingyun did not reply immediately.

Chen Yifan stood in the desert, ten cores pressed into the ring space, a crack appearing on the sealed well bone imprint on his chest.

That young voice still echoed in the crack.

His voice was much younger than Wang Qingyun's now, with a slightly nonchalant tone, yet it sounded extremely weak.

"The fact that we can hear this means that Well No. 10 has returned."

"This also shows that you've driven that headless dog to the brink."

"Don't laugh, that's what I called it back then too."

Shenhou held it in for two seconds, but couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Old Wang had quite a sharp tongue when he was young."

Wang Qingyun coughed once in the main channel.

"Shut up."

Shenhou immediately retorted.

"You've kept your heart completely hidden, and you won't even let anyone ask?"

Bai Zhi's voice broke in, speaking very quickly.

"Chen Yifan, the old recording in the bone imprint on your chest is not an ordinary message."

"It is linked to the permissions of the eleventh well."

"In other words, Well No. 11 is indeed related to Team Leader Wang."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against the crack in his chest.

Ten cores pressed down heavily.

The eleventh well never appeared, leaving only a fragment of text.

Not in the well.

Chen Yifan looked in the direction of the communication array.

"Wang Qingyun".

There was more background noise on Wang Qingyun's end.

"Um."

"You're not afraid I'll run into the well, are you?"

Chen Yifan paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"You're afraid I'll see how they die."

No one answered the call on the channel.

The battle on the main front is still ongoing, and the sounds of the outer tunnels colliding with the blockade layer can be heard continuously.

But after that sentence was uttered, even Shenhou (the Monkey King) didn't say anything more.

After a long while, Wang Qingyun finally spoke.

"Some debts shouldn't be yours to bear."

Chen Yifan looked down at the crack in his chest.

"Whether I bear the debt to the Holy Lord or not, I have to cut it off."

Wang Qingyun fell silent again.

Chen Yifan continued speaking.

What is the name of the eleventh well?

Wang Qingyun took a breath.

"Green Smoke Well."

The keyboard sounds stopped briefly on Bai Zhi's end.

"The Blue Smoke Group's Blue Smoke?"

"right."

Wang Qingyun's voice was hoarse.

"Seventeen years ago, the Qingyan Group was not completely wiped out."

"After we plugged the gap where the Holy Lord first broke free, very few of us survived."

"Some people are missing half their bodies, some have their souls torn apart, and some can barely even remember their own names."

The Monkey King suppressed his anger.

"and then?"

Wang Qingyun paused for a moment.

"Then we discovered that the crack left by the Holy Lord was still widening."

"The world engine's system detection is not working."

"At that time, only ten of the twelve wells were still functional."

"Well No. 11 is missing a core."

Chen Yifan continued.

"So you filled yourselves in."

Wang Qingyun did not deny it.

"I'm not the only one."

"Everyone in the Qingyan Group who could still move, put their broken bodies, broken hearts, and broken souls into the Qingyan Well."

"They pushed me out."

Shenhou cursed.

"You old fogies, how come you're all so good at hiding things?"

Wang Qingyun ignored him.

"Back then, I only had half a heart left."

"They left the other half behind, along with the remnants of the souls of everyone in the Qingyan Group, and sealed it into the eleventh well."

"That well is neither on land nor in the sea."

"It is hidden in people's memories."

Bai Zhi quickly responded.

"Therefore, no entity can be scanned."

"No wonder the silent well is an empty shell."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and grabbed the piece of grayish-white inscription.

The sentence on the fragment, "The eleventh well is not in the well," began to generate interest.

All ten cores vibrated simultaneously.

The crack in the sternal mark had widened somewhat.

A grayish-blue light leaked out from the crack.

Wang Qingyun's voice became urgent.

"Chen Yifan, don't force your way in!"

"Qingyan Well recognizes the Qingyan Group."

"If you go in, you will see things you shouldn't see."

Chen Yifan exerted force with his fingertips.

"Then let's see."

Stop making choices for me.

Wang Qingyun was furious.

"You little brat!"

Chen Yifan didn't give him a chance to continue cursing and directly pressed the gray and white stubble into the crack in his chest.

boom.

The desert was removed.

The communication sound faded into the distance.

When he landed again, Chen Yifan stepped on an old paving stone.

The overhead light flickered twice.

The room was very cramped.

An old wooden table, several peeling iron cabinets, and a faded police badge hanging on the wall.

An enamel mug sits on the table, with a piece chipped off the rim.

A long spear leaned against the corner of the wall, its shaft covered in dust.

Chen Yifan stood at the door, outside which was a street that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ping An Street.

Extraordinary Things Management Center.

He's been here before.

He even used his talent for the first time here and obtained his first S-level skill.

But this time, the place was packed with people.

Young Wang Qingyun leaned back in his chair, his legs resting on the drawer, twirling a pen in his hand.

Next to him, a man with a buzz cut was cleaning his gun.

A woman with a ponytail was standing by the window, her head down, organizing files.

Several people were arguing around a map.

They heard the noise and looked over at the same time.

Young Wang Qingyun raised an eyebrow.

Who is it?

"New here?"

Chen Yifan remained silent.

The bone imprint on his chest was burning hot.

The ten cores were very quiet.

This place looks so real.

The water glass on the table was still steaming.

The duty roster on the wall lists the names of several people.

J-01, J-02, J-03...

All the way up to J-07 Qing.

Shenhou's voice suddenly squeezed in, intermittent.

"Chen Yifan...can you hear me?"

"The signal on your end... is like it's been switched to an old-fashioned phone."

Chen Yifan responded in a low voice.

"I can hear it."

Young Wang Qingyun stood up.

"Who are you talking to?"

Chen Yifan looked at him.

"Wang Qingyun".

The pen in young Wang Qingyun's hand stopped.

The rest of the people in the room also stopped what they were doing.

The man with the buzz cut raised his gun.

"Do you know him?"

Chen Yifan glanced around.

"Blue Smoke Group".

The woman with the ponytail closed the file.

"Outsiders".

The temperature in the room changed abruptly the next second.

The tables and chairs were moved.

The spear in the corner bounced up on its own.

Young Wang Qingyun rushed in front of Chen Yifan and pressed his palm directly against his chest.

high speed.

Chen Yifan raised his arm to block.

boom!

Arms are numb.

This palm strike was not an illusion.

Young Wang Qingyun twisted his wrist with his backhand and thrust his knee into Chen Yifan's ribs.

Chen Yifan shifted his weight to the side, causing the floor tiles beneath his feet to crumble.

The buzz-cut man's gunshot rang out simultaneously.

There are no bullets.

What was produced was a grayish-blue remnant of the well-suppressing spirit.

Chen Yifan was forced back half a step, and the iron cabinet behind him exploded.

Shenhou shouted in the channel.

"What happened?"

Did Old Wang hit you?

Wang Qingyun spoke in a deep voice on the main channel.

"It wasn't me."

Chen Yifan punched the young Wang Qingyun away, without using his full strength.

Are you sure?

Wang Qingyun was breathing heavily.

"Those in the Green Smoke Well will not kill people on their own initiative."

"They only banished the divine court."

Chen Yifan looked at the old photos in the room.

Everyone carries a sense of gray and lingering sadness.

But within the lingering sorrow lies a thin, dark green thread.

Very fine.

It was wrapped around their throats.

Chen Yifan felt a throbbing sensation in his chest.

Bai Zhi's voice suddenly became clearer.

"Symptoms of the remnant soul of the Holy Lord detected!"

"It's in the well!"

Young Wang Qingyun attacked again.

His voice changed this time.

"Get out."

"Those outside the boundaries are not recognized here."

Chen Yifan dodged the punch, and the Divine Meteor Thing condensed into a sharp point in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He did not stab the soul of young Wang Qingyun.

Instead, it aimed at the sound.

hum!

The police badge on the wall suddenly vibrated.

Young Wang Qingyun's movements got stuck.

The dark green thread in his throat was half-pricked out by the Godfall Thorn, making a piercing noise.

The Holy Lord's voice rang out simultaneously from the mouths of those old figures.

"Chen Yifan".

"They died sealing the well."

"By what right do you take their hearts?"

Shenhou immediately cursed.

"You headless dog, have you no shame?"

"Impersonating a martyr's family member to stage an accident?"

The Holy Lord ignored him.

All the old figures of the Blue Smoke Group inside the room raised their hands at the same time.

"Outsiders".

"Entering the Green Smoke Well is forbidden."

"One must not take eleven hearts."

Chen Yifan raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, and all ten heart cores vibrated simultaneously.

The blood patterns of the Blood Rain Well, the broken tokens of the Thunder Bone Well, and the divine ashes of the Eighth Well were all pressed into the sealing bone seal.

He looked at those old images.

"I won't take your lives."

"I'll take its mouth."

The theft of all things is activated.

Target locked.

The Holy Lord, disguised as an old friend of the Green Smoke Group, borrowed the right to speak.

The ring suddenly became very hot.

The dark green thread tightened instantly.

The Holy Lord sneered.

"Qingyan Well recognizes the sound, and it recognizes the old debts."

"Can you steal it?"

Chen Yifan grabbed with his right hand.

"Give it a try."

A thin, dark green thread was pulled an inch from the throat of young Wang Qingyun.

The old shadows inside the room flickered.

The woman with the ponytail looked down at her neck, as if she had just woken up.

The gun in the man with the buzz cut drooped slightly.

But the Holy Lord immediately increased his strength.

All the dark green lines drilled into the badge together.

The police badge on the wall was cracked, and Wang Qingyun's painful groan came from inside.

In the real-life channel, Wang Qingyun also coughed up blood.

Bai Zhi shouted urgently.

"Captain Wang's remaining half-heart is connected to the Green Smoke Well!"

"The Holy Lord is using him as a key to a well!"

Shenhou was so anxious that his voice cracked.

"Old Wang, don't try to tough it out!"

I could hear panting coming from Wang Qingyun's side.

"Chen Yifan".

"I'll light it."

Chen Yifan's face darkened.

"If you light it now, it will burn away the remaining half of your heart."

Wang Qingyun chuckled softly.

"It'll be ruined soon even if it's not burned."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"From the day I became a policeman, I never learned to watch my colleagues being used as knives."

The next second, in reality, Wang Qingyun forcibly activated the old permissions.

The grayish-blue flames poured into the Blue Smoke Well along the channel.

All the light bulbs burst open.

The old wooden table, the iron cabinet, and the police badge on the wall were all illuminated by the gray-blue fire.

Young Wang Qingyun looked up.

The dark green thread around his neck was burned off in half.

The man with the buzz cut, the woman with the ponytail, and the rest of the old photos of the Green Smoke Group gradually returned to clarity.

They looked at Chen Yifan.

Then he looked at the cracked police badge on the wall.

The Holy Lord was in a hurry.

"Wang Qingyun!"

"You dare burn your heart?"

Wang Qingyun's voice came from the fire.

"You didn't finish eating it all back then."

"It can't be made up for now."

Young Wang Qingyun suddenly laughed.

He looked at Chen Yifan and pointed to the area below the police badge.

"The new guy."

"Don't just stand there."

The man with the buzz cut slung the gun over his shoulder.

"Heaven is sealed, but people are not!"

The woman with the ponytail tore open the file, and a gray-blue flame shot out from the pages.

"Heaven is sealed, but people are not!"

All the old photos in the room spoke at once.

"Heaven is sealed, but people are not!"

Chen Yifan raised his hand, and the ring burst forth with light.

Everything is locked again.

This time, the dark green lines had nowhere to hide.

The Holy Lord's right to borrow a voice was completely stripped away.

The police badge on the wall suddenly shattered.

Behind the police badge, a gray-white core slowly emerged.

Its outer layer contains neither blood rain nor thunder bones.

There's only a hint of everyday life in it.

The dents on the tea mug.

Scratches on the old table.

The names on the duty roster that weren't erased.

There was also a half-heart, grayish-blue in color, stuck to one side of the core, beating very slowly.

Chen Yifan reached out and caught it.

A heavy, suppressed gasp came from Wang Qingyun's side.

Don't touch the broken heart.

"Just take the core."

Chen Yifan stared at the half-heart.

"Can't you take it back yourself?"

Wang Qingyun's laughter was hoarse.

"Why take it back?"

"Let those guys curse me for living alone?"

Young Wang Qingyun sat back down in his chair, his legs resting on the drawer again.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"The fighting is still going on outside."

The man with the buzz cut nodded to Chen Yifan.

"Don't let the headless dog win."

The woman with the ponytail handed a file to Chen Yifan.

The file had no physical form; once it fell into his hands, it turned into grayish-blue patterns and burrowed into the eleventh core.

Bai Zhi's voice rang out.

"An anchor point in the human world!"

"Chen Yifan, the eleventh core carries an anchor point in the human world; it can stabilize your sense of self!"

"The authority of the Twelve Wells will no longer easily assimilate you into a sealing device!"

Upon hearing this, Shenhou roared.

"good!"

"Old Wang, you didn't hide your heart for nothing!"

Wang Qingyun coughed violently, but still managed to utter a curse.

"roll."

Chen Yifan stored the eleventh core into the ring space.

Eleven cores are gathered together.

The bone imprints sealing the well on the chest snapped shut with a resounding crash.

The gray-white lines pressed down from the ribs to the spine, and were then pulled back to the heart by the human anchor point of the eleventh core.

Bone imprint formation.

But in the very center, the last space is still empty.

The illusion of the Green Smoke Well began to dissipate.

The old doors, old tables, and old police badges here gradually turned into ashen flames.

Young Wang Qingyun raised his hand, as if shooing someone away.

"Let's go."

Chen Yifan looked at them.

"I've taken the name with me."

The man with the buzz cut paused for a moment.

The woman with the ponytail smiled.

Young Wang Qingyun lowered his head and twirled his pen.

"Then don't forget it."

The illusion shattered completely the next moment.

Chen Yifan returned to the desert.

Only remnants of the three wells remain.

There was no response from the Holy Lord's side.

On the main battlefield of the Sky Dome, the Outer Path Tide suddenly retreated a large distance.

Let’s go out.

[Power supply interrupted for frame-11.]

Eleven of the twelve wells have been recovered.

The main power supply efficiency has dropped to seven percent.

[The well-sealing bone imprint has taken shape.]

[Human anchor point access.]

Shenhou laughed wildly in the channel.

"The eleventh!"

"Hey, you headless dog, come out and say something!"

"Weren't you just mimicking people's speech quite well?"

The Holy Lord still did not respond.

Bai Zhi, however, did not join in the laughter.

Her breathing was rapid, and the sound of her typing was chaotic.

Chen Yifan looked up.

"Well No. 12"

Bai Zhi did not answer immediately.

A few seconds later, her voice came through, trembling noticeably.

"Chen Yifan".

"The location of the twelfth core..."

"Deep within the world's engine."