I Remember Something That Makes Me Happy

Mu Yang closed the umbrella in his hand, lowered its tip, and slammed it heavily against the ground.

Ripples appeared in the air, spreading outward like waves. The sturdy room twisted in an instant.

The ceiling, metal floor, and walls groaned under the strain. Cracks spread across them, as though a flat sheet of paper had been crumpled into a ball and then smoothed out again.

Doors of every size around them were ripped open, revealing black passageways.

The faint golden light leaking through his fingers vanished. The blood on Mu Yang's face disappeared, and a faint golden glow curled around the bloody scar on his forehead before gradually fading.

The scar became so faint that it was almost invisible.

Yet upon closer inspection, one could still vaguely see pale golden radiance flickering across it.

Mu Yang glanced down at the umbrella in his hand, then slowly walked toward the door through which he had entered.

"Has he recovered?" Ao Yulie asked doubtfully.

There did not seem to be any change in his aura.

"Doesn't look like it. Let's keep watching," Bajie said. "That mosaic moved."

When Mu Yang left, the mosaic beneath his feet began to move as well.

A while later, while Mu Yang was still wandering around inside the base, a large black truck drove out through the wide-open gates, carrying that mosaic inside.

"Cargo?"

Bajie and Ao Yulie exchanged a glance and suppressed the urge to investigate.

They should keep watching Yang Jian first.

Mu Yang walked through the base and found a place resembling a medical room, where he treated his injuries.

There was no stitching or any other procedure. He simply applied medicine, then used one hand to wrap himself in bandages until he looked like a mummy.

His movements were incomparably practiced.

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