Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

After all, she is a top expert in the field of materials research, so what she says cannot be wrong.

Zhang Yi stroked his chin and said to Yang Xinxin, "Xinxin, you'll be busy for the next while. You have to decipher all the information we brought back from the Southwest Region."

There are three main research materials.

First, the original version of "The Epic of King Gesar". This is the easiest because it can be machine translated and then unraveled.

Second, the historical data of the Demonic Kingdom. This is a little more troublesome, but it won't be a big waste of time. After all, the Demonic Kingdom also evolved from the people of the Snowy Plateau. The historical data is at most a few thousand years old, and the text is in ancient Tantric Sanskrit.

The third one was a bit more difficult. It was the notebook that Fatty Xu had obtained from Xue Zong, and the mysterious ancient stone tablet inside.

There was excitement in Yang Xinxin's eyes, which was the joy of peeking into the secrets of ancient times.

"Don't worry, brother, leave it all to me!"

After returning from the Southwest Region, Zhang Yi felt a little tired physically and mentally.

After all, after a difficult battle, he needed a good rest. However, after returning to Tianhai City, all these problems were no longer a problem.

No matter how cold and cruel the outside world is, his shelter is always warm and comfortable like spring all year round.

Lying on the soft big bed, enjoying the four-hand piano duet between Zhou Keer and Yang Siya, soothing every muscle in his body, this feeling made him extremely intoxicated.

In the next few days, he didn't ask about other things and just wanted to enjoy life.

However, during this period, Zhu Zheng still called him and asked him about what happened in the Southwest Region.

Zhang Yi did not hide too much and told him the general course of events.

After hearing this, Zhu Zheng suddenly felt a little resentful.

"Zhang Yi, we're old friends, and you're now the top fighter in the Jiangnan region. Why didn't you tell me when something like this happened?"

Zhang Yi smiled.

"If you show up in the Southwest Region's territory, who knows what kind of trouble you'll cause. Don't forget, the six regions cannot interfere with each other."

There was another sentence he didn't say, and that was his truest thought.

In today's Jiangnan region, the only help he can provide in direct operations is intelligence and the God of Death of Love.

As for combat power?

Sorry, no matter how many aliens there are below Ipsilon, they are of no meaning to him.

Now that Zhang Yi has been promoted to the Black Chariot level, he can easily kill a large number of captain-level aliens in seconds.

"I won't mention these, but... did you get the Source of God there?"

When talking about this, Zhu Zheng's tone became a little eager.

The curve of Zhang Yi's mouth became wider.

"What are you thinking? This time, several forces are involved, and we are facing the powerful existence of an underground civilization. Even the God of Death of Love has been dispatched. Do you think I still have a chance to obtain the Source of God?"

Zhu Zheng sighed lightly, "That's true, this kind of thing is not cabbage after all."

Zhu Zheng did not get much useful information from this conversation.

He slowly turned off the communicator and leaned back in his chair with a serious look. The pale sunlight from the window shone weakly on his face, stretching his shadow long on the ground.

He propped up his chin with both hands, his expression as unchanged as black iron, making it unclear what he was thinking.

Secretary Lan Xincheng came over and said softly, "Zhang Yi's concealment of your affairs is becoming increasingly obvious."

Zhu Zheng glanced at him.

"If you had his strength, you could be so arrogant!"

Lan Xincheng's tone paused, but Zhu Zheng let out a long sigh.