AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 23

“His heart isn’t good; he was once sent here for secret treatment. I was the chief surgeon back then,” the doctor recalled the past, as if knowing he wouldn’t live much longer, just wanting someone to confide in.

“I remember Allen was just a baby, very cute, knowing he wouldn’t live long, but he didn’t cry or fuss.”

“And then?” Song Ningwan’s heart fluttered, and he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

The doctor paused, suspiciously asking, “Why are you so concerned about the Jian family?”

Seeing Song Ningwan turn his head as if not hearing, the doctor didn’t ask further and continued, “Binlin had us perform a major surgery, replacing Allen’s heart with a mechanical one, severing the sensory connection between the brain nerves and the outside world, and installing a monitoring program.”

“It’s ridiculous that a child is weak, so his heart is bad. If I wasn’t mistaken back then, that young master had the opportunity to become an A-class Mechanical Engineer, but now, he can only be a fool, a waste.”

Song Ningwan didn’t immediately get angry; instead, he seized the linguistic loophole in that passage.

“If this matter is of top-secret level, then how are you still alive? I don’t believe Binlin would leave any survivors.”

“Why should I tell you?” the doctor said with a smile, appearing unconcerned.

Several people were in a confined space, oxygen was scarce, and breathing became increasingly difficult.

Pulan, who was the first to notice the abnormality, tugged at the corner of Song Ningwan’s clothes and looked up, saying, “Sir, we need to get out of here quickly.”

“What is your relationship?” the doctor suddenly interjected, causing Song Ningwan to glance at him.

What they should be thinking about now was how to get out.

During the interval between their words, Pulan had already thoroughly explored the collapsed area.

Choosing the optimal path, she said, “Sir, I think there should be an underground tunnel here.”

So that’s how it is.

Song Ningwan exchanged a look with Pulan, signaling her to go first.

Seeing Pulan step out, cautiously walking into the space broken open by the doctor.

“What are you doing?” the doctor’s voice came from behind, “There’s nothing there, you can’t get out at all.”

Song Ningwan bent over, his head brushed past the rock wall, just enough to step over to another confined space.

The smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and his left hand touched something sticky. Song Ningwan withdrew his hand, put it under his nose, and sniffed.

“Sir, here.”

Pulan’s voice rang out in the darkness. Song Ningwan followed her and touched the stone with his hand.

“The pipe opening below has been blown open. If we move the stones away, we can crawl in and enter the underground,” Pulan was helpless about this, as moving them carelessly could lead to a secondary collapse.

Didn’t Binlin fill the underground?

Pulan naturally saw Song Ningwan’s doubts and explained, “There are three tunnels underground. One leads to the underground, which was blown up. The second leads to the Upper Trash District, which has already been filled with mud. And the third leads to the surface.”

“The surface?” What does that mean?

“Sir, the surface is the real surface, hard to describe. Not the place where we used to mine, but the very top,” Pulan lowered her head, feeling guilty, “I can’t see what’s on top, it’s a place that mental power can’t reach.”

The surface wasteland virus, a symbol of the Ancient Earth Era.

The tunnel going down from here, can it lead to the surface?

Song Ningwan stomped his foot and found that it was indeed hollow.

Although he couldn’t exert his mental power, relying on the mechanic’s keen senses, there would be a miracle above ground.

“Dig down from here.” Song Ningwan crouched down, wiped away the dust and sand, and knocked on it.

There must be surgical instruments in the medical room, which could just be used to dig through the pipe.

Thinking this, he did just that. Song Ningwan was a man, so of course, he would do it himself.

So, he found a sharp scalpel and dug down.

“Are you digging a grave for yourself? Isn’t it a bit early? Don’t you want to struggle a bit more?” the doctor couldn’t help but laugh when he saw this.

“Please don’t disturb sir, we have important things to do.” Pulan blocked the doctor’s view, making him turn his attention to her.

“Little girl, what is he to you? For the sake of us going through thick and thin together, tell me, okay?” the doctor didn’t stand either, found a relatively clean place to sit, seeming particularly patient with children.

“Sir… is kind to me.”

“Those big men will deceive pure, inexperienced little girls. What kindness? I’m afraid he wants to abduct you,” the doctor earnestly told a story, “Let me tell you, once upon a time…”

“If you’re really bored, go to sleep.” Song Ningwan, who was halfway through digging the pit, looked up.

The doctor pointed, “See, he won’t even let me finish, he must have a guilty conscience.”

Relying on one person to dig a pit alone would naturally not succeed, but if someone helped, the speed and effect would be twice as good with half the effort.

“Don’t dig the dirt this way.” Song Ningwan couldn’t bear it anymore and moved a step to the right.

The dust drifting from the left could still pounce over.

“How can I dig a pit without getting the dirt out? I’m helping you now, can’t you be a bit nicer?” the doctor lowered his head and continued digging, still not missing the opportunity to make things difficult for Song Ningwan.

“You don’t have to help.”

“How can I not! If I don’t help you, what if you don’t let me sleep in the dirt grave?”

Song Ningwan was speechless for a moment. He had never seen such a shameless person. He knew he should have hit harder when he smashed him earlier.

He gripped the scalpel and stabbed it into the pit, striking fiercely.

“You have a bit of a personal grudge,” the doctor teased, watching the blade pierce through the ground from the pit.

Crack!

Song Ningwan naturally noticed that he had dug through and pressed his wrist down.

As the force increased, the surrounding dirt was thrown out by the doctor. The two of them cooperated, and finally, they dug through.

A deep, dark tunnel appeared in front of them.

The doctor stood up, staring at Song Ningwan with scrutiny, “How did you know there was a tunnel below? Who exactly are you people?”

“Go.” Song Ningwan called out to Pulan and jumped down first.

He stepped a few times to make sure it was safe, then reached out to catch Pulan, who also jumped down.

The two of them didn’t hesitate and walked forward.

“Sir, the general direction of this tunnel is first downwards, and then there’s a closed iron door. I don’t know what’s inside yet. From the iron door, we can go to the surface,” Pulan said, releasing her mental power.

First, they passed through a relatively gentle tunnel. As long as they walked carefully, they could steady themselves.

The further down they went, the more inclined the tunnel became. They couldn’t stand up anymore, otherwise they would slip and fall, shattering their bones.

Song Ningwan said to the girl in front, “I’ll scout the way, you follow closely behind, remember to hold the wall, be careful not to slip.” After all, the two of them had no light to illuminate the way ahead, and could only rely on perception to explore.

The tunnel was very long, seemingly without end. Every once in a while, Song Ningwan would speak to confirm that Pulan was following or if there were any emergencies.

“Sir, he didn’t follow.”

“It’s okay.” After all, there’s only one way out. If the doctor wants to live, he has to go this way.

Song Ningwan walked for a long time until Pulan suddenly spoke from behind, and he stopped.

They’ve arrived.

An iron door stood before them, which they could touch with their hands.

Song Ningwan tried pushing it, but the door didn’t budge.

“Can you open it?” Song Ningwan stepped aside, and Pulan went up, closed her eyes, and tried to probe forward with her mental power. But as soon as she touched it, she was suppressed by a domineering pressure, leaving her with no power to resist.

“Inside, there’s something.”

Song Ningwan came to the apocalypse. Due to his poor condition, it was difficult for him to release his mental power.

Except for the first time, when he was on the verge of death, there was a mental power leak.

Looking at the blade in his hand, he still chose to give up the dangerous, crazy idea in his heart.

After all, little Pulan had tried her best to pull him back from the brink of death.

“No need to try anymore, let me do it.” The iron door in front of him was a mechanical process, to be precise, the owner set up permissions to resist foreign invasion.

Under Song Ningwan’s deliberate guidance, Pulan was definitely a B-class mechanic now, with a bright future ahead.

The permissions that even Pulan couldn’t invade were likely higher than A-class.

Could it be Binlin?

But what exactly is inside? Able to lead to the real surface.

Song Ningwan became more and more curious, trying to guide the desires in his heart and gradually relax his mind.

The power of an SSS-class mechanic was exaggerated by most of the world. The so-called seeing all living beings in one glance was too fake.

But seeing the entire Ancient Earth was still possible.

Song Ningwan used to be very arrogant, indifferent to anything other than mechanics.

But now, he gradually learned about joys, sorrows, and the vicissitudes of life.

As if a soulless body was now painted with bright colors.

At that moment, the flood washed away the dam, irrigating the dry land, and wisps of mental power poured out from the brain.

The locked iron door in front of him couldn’t withstand the impact of the vast mental power.

Song Ningwan touched it with his fingertip and found that when the door was cracking open a crack, his mental power suddenly ran out.

Sure enough, he hasn’t fully recovered yet.

While thinking, Song Ningwan realized something was wrong and opened his eyes, taking a half step back.

There’s someone inside.

And, definitely not an A-class mechanic!

But an SS…

Song Ningwan immediately picked up Pulan, who was still in a daze on the ground, and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

In the tunnel, he could faintly hear heavy breathing and running.

Creak—

The iron door slowly opened, the sound echoing in the tunnel.

Then came slow and unhurried footsteps, in stark contrast to Song Ningwan.

A strange, crazy laughter like thunder exploded in his ears, unable to dissipate.

But suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable, and Song Ningwan slammed on the brakes and fell to the ground.

Pulan was tightly protected in his arms.

And overhead, came a low, slightly hoarse voice, so familiar that it made the blood in his body boil.

“We meet again.”

The cold made his hands and feet icy cold, leading to numbness. Ka’lier condescended to squat down, his fingertips picking up the man’s hair, soaked in sweat and blood, and placed it on his thin lips, taking a breath.

“Disgusting.”

Song Ningwan: “…”