Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 769 - 424. Fate is truly wonderful

Five minutes later.

The man simply couldn't bear the inhuman torture any longer and confessed everything thoroughly.

This person had no idea who his superior was, nor did he know which country he was serving.

His name was Zhang Yong, and he originally lived in a country within the Southern Cross Alliance.

His father was an immigrant from Great Xia, who married a local woman, so he counted as a second-generation Xia Descendant.

Later, Great Xia greatly loosened the requirements for citizenship to boost its population, and Zhang Yong paid a sum of money to acquire a Great Xia National ID.

Just before officially moving to Great Xia, he often had a strange dream at night of a peculiar stone face talking to him.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yong began to act according to the stone face's instructions.

This time, he was using a telescope to observe the institute branch, exactly as the stone face commanded him in the Dream Realm.

"Smack!"

Zhao Xiaoying kicked Zhang Yong.

The latter fainted without making a sound.

Lei Zhen grimly said, "I didn't expect what the higher-ups said to be true; the Carmenians indeed want to target Chairman Yang."

Although he lacked the most direct evidence, he was certain this was the handiwork of the Carmenians.

In the underground world, such matters did not need evidence; as long as I suspect you, then you're definitely the one.

This was called emotional conviction.

Zhao Xiaoying nodded "Mm," but inwardly she found it a bit amusing.

The Carmenians are truly reckless, daring to target the renowned Mr. Spirit Crows. Isn't this deliberately courting disaster?

Lei Zhen glanced at Zhao Xiaoying, with a tone of commendation: "Your sense is sharper than I imagined. If you hadn't sensed the abnormality, we might not have caught this guy."

Long-legged Sister smiled without saying a word.

Lei Zhen asked, "What does Zhang Yong's mention of a stone face remind you of?"

Zhao Xiaoying uttered a word, "Deceitful Artifact!"

Lei Zhen hypothesized, "I feel there should be quite a few people like Zhang Yong both domestically and abroad."

Zhao Xiaoying sighed slightly, "The Carmenians really have a lot of tricks. We thought we'd dug out most of their plants, but a new batch emerged unexpectedly."

Lei Zhen was not surprised, "A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Carmenians' foundation is still quite strong, and bringing them down won't be an overnight task."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "This matter is significant and needs to be reported to the higher-ups..."

Before he finished speaking.

Both of them simultaneously noticed Zhang Yong's body suddenly shaking.

The guy's face showed a look of pain, and his nostrils were bleeding heavily.

Lei Zhen froze for a moment, somewhat alarmed, "Could it be that the Deceitful Artifact is causing this?"

The Deceitful Artifact should reside in the Carmenia Federation, yet it could still target Zhang Yong from such a distance, which genuinely startled the Colonel.

"Thud!"

Zhang Yong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, containing fragments of tissue.

Zhao Xiaoying's face darkened, "Zhang Yong seems to be on the brink."

Lei Zhen wanted to do something, but after scrutinizing Zhang Yong, he said dejectedly, "I'm afraid it's too late."

He could sense an extraordinarily bizarre Supernatural Power rampaging inside Zhang Yong, madly destroying everything.

To save Zhang Yong, either an expert proficient in healing was needed or he had to be sent to the Superpower Research Institute in the Capital.

But neither option was realistic.

Zhao Xiaoying immediately had a flash of inspiration and quickly said, "Perhaps Chairman Yang could intervene."

Lei Zhen hesitated for a moment, "Chairman Yang is just..."

Zhao Xiaoying interrupted, "A desperate measure for a desperate situation!"

Long-legged Sister felt that if Yang Fan couldn't save Zhang Yong, then no one in this world could.

Ten minutes later.

Lei Zhen watched with surprise as Yang Fan tossed a few seeds.

They burst with a "pop" in mid-air, transforming into a web of slender vines that pierced into various parts of Zhang Yong's body, including the forehead, nostrils, chest, and abdomen.

Though Zhang Yong had been barely conscious, he began to visibly improve.

His breathing significantly increased, his chest heaved noticeably, and his complexion regained some color.

Lei Zhen looked at Zhang Yong, then at Yang Fan, suddenly realizing he lacked sufficient understanding of Chairman Yang, reputed to be the contemporary Shennong.

Yang Fan was still focused on Zhang Yong, brows furrowed tightly.

Zhao Xiaoying noticed something was off, asking, "Is anything wrong?"

Yang Fan carefully chose his words, speaking slowly, "I have a feeling this doesn't seem like the work of Canglan Star."

Zhao Xiaoying immediately responded, "You mean a Mysterious Race civilization?"

Yang Fan nodded slightly, "Yes."

Lei Zhen did not doubt him but rather found it very plausible, "No wonder they could strike from across half of Canglan Star."

Yang Fan suggested, "This is beyond my capability; you should call in the experts."

He had studied the Qing yang Book and was certain this was a method used by the Qing yang Demon Race.

From this incident, it was clear that the late Wanshan had likely left more than one contingency in the Carmenia Federation.

He had an inkling that there might be considerable interaction between himself and Wanshan's true form.

Zhao Xiaoying shot him a side glance, sincerely thinking the Fishmonger was quite the actor.

Previously, she didn't understand why the Fishmonger chose to disguise himself. Now, after honing her skills in the military and becoming a promising star in the Jiuzhou Legion, she fully grasped the approach.

The reason was simple: in official institutions, the greater the fame, the more the responsibilities.

The Fishmonger assumed the role of a business mogul, claimed his territory domestically, and didn't have to constantly engage with officials, reducing quite a bit of trouble.