Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 434 Atlantis Mystery of the Century! [2 more updates]

Chapter 434: 434 Atlantis Mystery of the Century! [2 more updates]

Yeh Xingli abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils dilated in an instant.

Looking at the enlarged black mask in front of him, he let out a scream, "A ghost!"

Could it be that he had prematurely entered Huangquan and seen the ox-headed and horse-faced guards of the underworld?

"What are you yelling for?" Ye Wanlan’s fingers moved with extreme speed, directly pressing on Yeh Xingli’s Mute Acupoint and said in a low, cold voice, "Do you want to call over those people who are trying to steal your stones?"

The girl’s voice was clear, calm, and carried a compelling sense of reliability and authority.

This gradually calmed Yeh Xingli’s racing heart.

"Walk this way," Ye Wanlan checked her surroundings, "Don’t look back, hold your breath."

Yeh Xingli did as he was told, even though he could hear explosions near his ears continuously and the heat wave even grazed his scalp, he obediently followed the girl towards the next exit.

It took them half an hour to finally exit the auction site, which had already become a pile of ruins.

There were quite a few employees of the Global Auction gathered around, already accustomed to such sights.

Last year, the Global Auction was held in the Southern Ming Principality, and when the auction ended, a fierce firefight erupted as well.

In the end, neither party was able to take the auction item with them, and both lost their lives, leaving the auction item to be taken back by the Global Auction for the next round of bidding.

"Whew, whew—" Yeh Xingli leaned against a large tree, gasping for air.

After ensuring there was no danger around, Ye Wanlan unlocked his Mute Acupoint.

Yeh Xingli finally could speak, and he blurted out, "Miss Ye?!"

He looked doubtfully at the extremely young girl in front of him, somewhat in disbelief.

This did not match the image he had of Miss Ye at all!

No—

They were completely dissimilar.

According to his imagination, Miss Ye should be at least thirty years old and would typically have short, neat hair and wear a black combat suit.

"Mhm." Ye Wanlan tossed a water bottle to him, "Drink three sips, not one less."

The recent explosion had released toxic gases, and vigorous movements would further incorporate the toxins into one’s body.

Yeh Xingli did as instructed, and after drinking the water, he felt some strength return to his body.

"Let’s go," Ye Wanlan said, "We are heading to the Valenkine Family."

Yeh Xingli nodded, "Miss Ye, you—"

"Hold on," Ye Wanlan interrupted, "There’s a tracker installed on you."

She reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a small round pellet, the size of half a pinky nail, then forcefully crushed the tough pellet.

"Put this on," Ye Wanlan then took out a mask and directly placed it on Yeh Xingli’s face.

He obediently followed Ye Wanlan, weaving left and right, until they finally arrived at the back entrance of Farouk Valianky’s forging base.

At that moment, the crisis was finally completely resolved.

Having held back all the way, Yeh Xingli could no longer suppress his curiosity and lowered his voice, "I’m very curious about one thing, please Miss Ye, you must answer me. May I dare to ask, Miss Ye, how old are you this year?"

In that instant, his mind raced through several possibilities.

Perhaps Miss Ye had taken some age-defying medication that made her appearance remain young.

Or, perhaps Miss Ye had undergone genetic modification techniques or maybe she was naturally a supernatural person who had developed her body’s limits.

"What answer are you expecting?" Ye Wanlan turned around, "I’ve had my bone age tested, eighteen and a half years old."

That was her actual age in this lifetime.

But having gone through 999 years of cycles, she could indeed also be considered a thousand-year old demon.

Yeh Xingli was taken aback, "How... how much?"

"To be more precise, eighteen years, six months, and twenty-three days," Ye Wanlan responded patiently, "Any more questions?"

Yeh Xingli stared blankly at her, always feeling that life was full of fantasy.

He had been known as a genius since childhood, and even in the genius-filled Global Center, he still managed to rank at the top.

Yet, the age of Ye Wanlan had given him an unprecedented shock.

"But I am actually over a thousand years old," Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows, "so you can also call me ’Old Ancestor’."

At that moment, Yeh Xingli’s brain, reputed to be one of the smartest in the world, couldn’t wrap itself around the concept.

"Come on, don’t be stunned," Ye Wanlan asked, "How did you come to think of auctioning this stone?"

"I," Yeh Xingli gradually regained his senses, "didn’t know before coming to the auction that such an item would be on sale at the Global Auction. To buy this stone, I overspent all my savings."

Now, he was completely broke.

But Yeh Xingli didn’t care.

"I see," Ye Wanlan nodded.

"I must also thank Miss YN for saving me." Yeh Xingli let out a breath, "Otherwise, my life would have surely ended here today. Miss YN, please feel free to ask anything of me; as long as I am able, I will do it."

"I don’t have any special demands," Ye Wanlan looked down, "Just that you discover whatever secret this stone holds. That will be enough."

Even though Lin Weilan had said many times that her life should have ended over forty years ago, that she was still alive now should be counted as longevity.

But this did not mean that the suffering and pain she endured over these years were deserved.

Lin Weilan was a genius by nature, and she could have had a smooth life.

But all of this was destroyed by those mysterious creatures from the Nanling Sea.

"Of course!" Yeh Xingli panted, "Miss YN, some secrets are not public, but it’s okay to tell you. Beneath the Nanling Sea, there’s another group of ’humans’."

Ye Wanlan narrowed her eyes.

"Some of them have even infiltrated among us," Yeh Xingli said deliberately, "and we still can’t detect them. Even the World Strategic Research Institute doesn’t understand their motives, so I must study this stone."

"There is a traitor in the World Strategic Research Institute," Ye Wanlan stared into his eyes, "Even if you are a Class S researcher, you cannot be absolutely authoritative."

Yeh Xingli paused, then forced a smile: "Miss YN, you’ve hit the nail on the head, the chaos at the International Strategic Studies Institute is no less than that within those noble families."

Perhaps, it was even worse.

Class S researchers were not only him; several other elderly Class S researchers had already formed very solid factions within the International Strategic Studies Institute.

And he, although quite young and greatly nurtured by the dean, fundamentally had a weak foundation.

The current dean was already eighty years old and gradually declining in health, unable to manage many things.

By the end of this year at the latest, the International Strategic Studies Institute would elect a new dean.

Thus, this year was particularly crucial and a matter of life and death for Yeh Xingli.

He must accumulate enough merits and experimental results to qualify to compete for the dean’s position against those old fellows.

The mystery of Atlantis, he was determined to uncover it himself.

"First, go and rest," Ye Wanlan turned around, "Don’t be in a hurry to return to the Global Center, I will arrange the safest route for you."

Yeh Xingli nodded again and followed her into the forging base.

"Miss Ye is here," Mr. Farouk was thrilled, "I’m currently observing this Gold and Silver Secret Iron; rest assured, the task you entrusted to me, I will accomplish."

"It’s a hassle, you asked me who else is in that group, right?" Ye Wanlan took off her hat and mask and placed them on the table, casually speaking, "There happens to be one here; you all have common ground professionally, you could get to know each other."

Farouk was born into the Valenkine Family, and weapon forging was just the most basic skill.

Due to their ability to integrate ancient forging techniques with cutting-edge technology, even after centuries, the Valenkine Family was still known as the premier forging family.

Even the International Strategic Studies Institute entrusted many components to the Valenkine Family for production.

Hearing Ye Wanlan say this, Farouk was a bit surprised, stepping down from the podium with a forging hammer in hand: "Is the other party also a forging master?"

"Not exactly," Ye Wanlan said unhurriedly, "He’s a crazy scientist."

"Hello, Mr. Farouk, nice to meet you," Yeh Xingli came forward from the behind, extending his hand, "Yeh Xingli, please guide me."

"Clang—"