Doomsday Pavilion

The words were divided into two parts, but they said that certain Shen Mobai had hidden for a few days under the chase and interception of the Weijin team, and finally ran out of the base city by drilling a dog hole.

Once in the wilderness, it can be said that the fish swim into the sea and the tiger returns to the forest. Which one dares to trouble them in the wilderness?

With the long sword in his hand, Bai Qiong carefully looked at the surrounding situation and hurried on his way.

The two didn't drive a wilderness chariot. If they encountered a strange beast, they would definitely not be able to run on four legs.

Bai Qiongshou said with a cold face,

"I said, Lao Shen, you are so brave... it's not how your brain circuit is so long. I really thought that if it happened, I don't know who the two of us are?"

"Hey, daddy has grown courageous except for the stuff in his crotch since he was a child. When he was seven years old, he dared to pass by the mass grave in the middle of the night and pissed by the way. No one in the grave circle dared to breathe."

Bai Qiong choked,

"Don't be damn poor, you got the things...how will we mix in the base city in the future?"

"I can't control that much. If Shan Ye really hangs up, then daddy will scold him when he gets bored in the future."

"..."

Bai Qiong muttered,

"The one with the thick neck every time you get blushed, isn't it always yourself?"

Shen Feng weighed the book with a metal cover over a meter thick in his hands.

"Fortunately, the occurrence committee still uses paper books to record, otherwise we have nowhere to steal. The occurrence committee is now more and more capable, and even after receiving the money, I dare not do anything for daddy."

"Hey, it is clear that you gave the money to the deputy director but was caught by the director on the spot. Who do you blame, MDZZ."

"Anyway, it's rubbish and wasteful daddy expressions."

Two people, a Practitioner and an agile upgraded person, are very fast, and they quickly arrived at Yanhuishan.

Shen Feng slapped the desk-sized book on the counter with a bang, and glanced at Wu Ke.

"The idler waits to avoid, just say you, hell get out."

Wu Ke called a grievance in his heart, just like Yanhuishan, his life is not as good as a dog!

The four dogs can still sleep in the same room with the big-breasted sister—what is the researcher, are those two stupid bodyguards?

Huang Dashan followed in,

"What's the matter, have you found anything?"

Shen Feng snorted, "Hey, isn't that right? It's all here, please check it slowly."

Huang Dashan swallowed his saliva,

"What is this?"

"This is the personnel directory of the entire base city."

Shan Ye frowned,

"There are more than 10 million people in the base city, even though this book is big... it may not be able to write it, right?"

Shen Feng was speechless, opened the metal cover and pointed to the title page.

"New Era Calendar 130~202, have you seen it?"

"When were you born?"

Huang Dashan thought for a while, "171 years."

Shen Feng said,

"Tsk tusk, it's half buried in the ground, Lord Shan, it's not going to be a few days away. If you can enjoy it, hurry up and enjoy it. If you can't spend the circulation point, you can use the big guy to help you consume it."

Shen Feng is right. The average age of ordinary people in the base city is indeed not high, only in their fifties. Old monsters like Xue Guangyuan are rare.

However, Huang Dashan is an evolutionary man, and he cannot be generalized at all.

Shan Ye rolled his eyes, ignored him, and the three of Lin Chou and Shen Feng opened the list curiously.

This directory contains the names, ID numbers, and parents of all people born from 130 to 202. These records are divided by date. The densely packed fonts are the size of sesame seeds, and there are many alterations and alterations. Illegible.

Several people walked along the year 171 and said dizzyly,

"Master Shan, are you sure you were born in 171?"

"nonsense!"

Everyone looked at each other,

"did you find it?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

"Look again!"

A group of people rubbed their foreheads and squeezed their heads on the list to find it dark from dawn.

"How is this possible, no!"

"that is."

Shen Feng gnashed his teeth,

"Tear it apart. In 171, there will be 6 pages in total, one page per person. Find me."

The first road of the White Dome,

"Tear it? It's not good, this list should be the original."

"Anyway, there are also rubbings, do you still want to go back or what? Tear!"

Another two hours passed, and nothing was gained.

"It's not really like the one who said... Lord Shan, have you changed your name?"

"this..."

Shen Feng slapped his head.

"Looking for the ID number, the thing will not change even if it is renamed."

Huang Dashan had no choice but to report a series of numbers.

After a while, the swallow cried,

"I found it!"

Everyone hurriedly leaned over, "Where is it."

Swallow pointed to a place on the page,

"Look at it."

I saw that the above line of numbers was Huang Dashan's ID number, but the name in front was not Huang Dashan.

"Wushan?"

There are two lines of fine print next to it,

"Father: Lu Yan, born in 149 in the New Era Calendar, ID number ******."

"Mother: Wu*, born in ** New Era Calendar, ID number ******."

The two lines are mostly smeared with red paint, and only these can be seen.

Huang Dashan was stunned.

"How can this be??"

The first road of the White Dome,

"Master Shan, did you ever say what your father's name is?"

"Huang...Huang Zitao."

Well, what a good name, but the color is wrong.

"Check again, 149, Lu Yan."

After searching, everyone found Lu Yan's name on the list again.

"Lu Yan: 149 years in the New Era calendar."

"Sub: Wushan."

"Female: Lu Li."

"Female: Lu Li."

"Father: Lu Zhong."

"Mother: Lu Hui."

This time it’s even better. It’s just a little bit of information without a single word, and there is no trace of it being smeared.

But but!

"Lying in a big trough, Lord Shan, do you have a big sis Little Sister?"

Huang Dashan's lips trembled,

"This, this is not right."

"Wh, what Little Sister, my dad is dead a long time ago, my last name is not Wu, my last name is Huang, my dad is Huang Zitao!"

When everyone was in a daze, the swallow who flipped through the list was suddenly stunned.

"Old...big, I think we have to go to the hospital, Shan Ye's father, it is very likely that... is still alive."

Yanzi pointed to the penultimate page of the list,

"Lu Li: Born in 202 New Era Calendar, ID number *******."

"Father: Lu Yan."

"Mother: Lu Shu."

It is the 219th year of the New Era calendar. Seeing how old Lu Yan can still give birth to daughters in 202, the probability of being alive now is very high.

Bai Qiong swallowed his saliva,

"Did you find... a bit weird?"

Everyone nodded together.

Isn't that nonsense? If the family members are lined up, all surnamed Lu, the fool can't see that there is a problem.

Everyone spent another night going through the entire list carefully.

Except in the column of Shan Ye's mother, in the entire base city for 73 years, there has never been a person surnamed Wu.

Lin Sorrow said,

"Have you noticed that although the column of Shan Ye's parents has been altered, their ID numbers are not the same length, and Shan Ye's mother has one less number than his father's ID number. "

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