vstars Chapter 157 List Database
Chapter 157 List Database
Liu Yuan hadn't finished speaking.
Chen Fan had already lifted his foot.
Walk towards the bottom of the tower.
Tang Sanzang followed.
The sutra reader was holding that stack of old scrolls.
Follow at the very end.
The steps at the base of the tower.
Each level is engraved with a number.
Chen Fan stepped over it.
The number lights up.
It was destroyed again.
It's like a record.
Who has been here?
"List database".
Chen Fan did not turn around.
"It's open."
The lowest level.
There is no door.
There is only one wall.
The wall is covered with a dense grid.
In each cell.
There was an original scroll lying there.
The original document has a label attached.
The name was written on the label.
The words are red.
"Sun Wukong".
"Huaguo Mountain's attempt to defect failed."
"File number".
"Seventh Tower-0001".
Tang Sanzang read it aloud.
The sound echoed from the bottom.
"This label."
"It's still there."
He reached out to touch it.
My fingertips haven't even touched it yet.
The red text on the label suddenly jumped up.
A new line of text appeared.
Status: Pending activation.
"Access permissions: Deacon of the Seventh Tower of Heaven and above."
Chen Fan pressed down on Tang Seng's hand.
"Don't touch it."
"The original document."
"It was touched."
"It will trigger a call."
Tang Sanzang withdrew his hand.
But his eyes were still fixed on that line of text.
"Call".
"How do I call it?"
The person observing the sutra came up from behind.
Put the old roll on the ground.
"Simple."
"Who has the authority?"
"Whoever gets this original scroll."
"Take it directly to the recycling bin."
"Activated in court."
"Old scores."
"And that became a new case."
His fingers traced the grid.
"From Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"It's all here."
Chen Fan glanced at it.
In the grid.
Labels were being put on one after another.
"Sun Wukong".
"Pigsy"
"Sha Wujing".
"Little White Dragon".
"The Bull Demon King".
"Red Boy".
"Every single one."
"All of them have originals."
The red text on the label.
In the dim light of the lower level.
It was extremely glaring.
"The most complete original document."
The person observing the sutra stopped in front of a grid.
"It's from Flower and Fruit Mountain."
In the grid.
That roll was thicker than the others.
The labels were covered with dense text.
It contains various entries.
"Defection".
"Forming a party."
"To defy the Heavenly Court."
"Privately built furnace network".
"Sequence tampering".
"Every single one."
"They can all be interrogated individually."
The spectator turned to look at Chen Fan.
"them."
"We've been waiting for the right opportunity."
"Wait for Flower Fruit Mountain to make a mistake."
"Just one mistake."
"These original documents."
"It will become..."
"Reclaim the knives from the courtroom."
Chen Fan remained silent.
He stared at the original scroll.
Bottom of the label.
There was also a line of smaller text.
Archiver: Chief Writer.
"Archived date: The day before Sun Wukong pressed down on the mountain."
Tang Sanzang read it aloud.
The voice has changed.
"In front of the mountain."
"One day."
"Back then."
"Wukong hasn't caused trouble in Heaven yet."
The person observing the sutra nodded.
"so."
"This is not a record."
"It's a contingency plan."
"The Heavenly Court has existed since the very beginning."
"I never intended to let Flower Fruit Mountain go."
"live."
The lower levels have fallen silent.
All that could be heard was from deep within the cubicle.
The sound of the original document being turned over.
A wind that came from who knows where.
Blow through those labels.
The red text is flashing.
Like countless eyes.
They were watching the person who was coming.
"For this humble monk."
Tang Sanzang suddenly spoke up.
He walked to another row of squares.
In the grid.
On an original scroll.
His name was written on it.
"Tang Sanzang".
Her original name was Jin Chanzi.
"Risk label: Betraying Buddhism and returning to secular life."
"Pending activation".
Tang Sanzang recited very quickly.
Read the last three words.
Stop.
"Pending activation".
"This humble monk thought..."
"It was activated a long time ago."
The person observing the sutra shook their head.
"You came from Buddhism."
"No formal trial was held."
"It was just a demotion."
"derogatory."
"It can still be recalled."
"But activate the label."
"It means conviction."
"conviction."
"It means they will never be able to turn their lives around."
Tang Sanzang smiled.
He smiled faintly.
"Therefore, this humble monk has traveled this far."
"In your eyes."
"only."
"Awaiting conviction."
He didn't say anything more.
He turned to look at Chen Fan.
"Benefactor Chen."
"and yours."
Chen Fan walked to the middle square.
That spot is the most conspicuous.
The labels are also up-to-date.
"Chen Fan".
"Time traveler".
"Risk label: System anomaly factor".
Priority: Highest.
"Pending activation".
Bottom of the label.
There's one more line.
"Related copies: sequence text, Hearthstone protocol."
Related figures: Sun Wukong and all the people of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Chen Fan finished reading.
Place your hand on the grid.
"interesting."
"My label."
"I've tied you all up."
Those who were observing the scriptures gathered around.
took a look.
"The format of this label."
"wrong."
He pointed to the "related copies" line.
"Normal risk labeling."
"Only personal entries will be written."
"We will not link dungeons to related characters."
"Put them all up."
"unless."
"The person who archives."
"There was never any intention to do so from the beginning."
"I'll only deal with you."
Tang Sanzang then spoke.
"He does want to."
"An original copy."
"Let's take Flower and Fruit Mountain."
"Uproot it completely."
Chen Fan nodded.
"Chief Writer".
"The day of archiving."
"The net is now finished."
He removed his hand from the grid.
The red text on the label.
It's still jumping.
"Delete the copy."
"It's no use."
The Observer said.
"A copy is an image."
"The original document is a negative."
"As long as the original is still there."
"Delete the copy a hundred times."
"They can also get it from the original."
"Make a copy again."
Tang Sanzang looked at the grid pattern covering the wall.
"so."
"The original document must be processed."
The person observing the sutra nodded.
"Change field".
"Label the risks."
"Change to 'expired'".
"Activate the pending process."
"Change to archived".
"Only the original document was modified."
"Old scores."
"There's no way to flip it anymore."
Chen Fan took it from his arms.
He took out the pen.
nib.
It still carried the ink from when I wrote the sequence.
"Change field".
"I don't have permission."
"The Seventh Tower's Component Library".
Ownership.
"In the hands of the chief editor."
The spectator looked at him.
"Then get down."
"What are you doing?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
He raised his pen.
The pen tip was pointed at that wall.
"The original document cannot be modified."
"But the original can be kept."
"Change the library."
The observer's eyelid twitched.
"Change the vehicle?"
"You want to keep these original documents."
"Move out of the seventh tower?"
Chen Fan shook his head.
"Do not move out."
"Incorporate it on the spot."
"Failure Material Library"
The light at the bottom.
It suddenly flashed.
All the labels in the grid.
Vibration occurs simultaneously.
The red text was jumping wildly.
Like being...
I woke up with a start.
"Failure Material Library"
The contemplator repeated these four words.
then.
He smiled.
"Understood."
"Failed material".
"It belongs to your Sixth Tower."
"Judge Jinglin"
"Only use success stories."
"Failed material".
"They don't have the necessary permissions."
Chen Fan nodded.
"After merging into the failure material library."
Ownership of the original document.
"Follow the change."
"From the seventh tower."
"Old label library".
"It will become the sixth tower."
"Revisiting the old case archives."
Tang Sanzang understood.
"so."
"It's not about deleting accounts."
"It's the account book."
"Let's go somewhere else."
"Switch to them."
"Areas beyond our control."
Chen Fan glanced at the labels.
"right."
"In court, the case was overturned."
"Things from the failure material library."
"It can only be used for..."
"Reversal of the verdict."
"Cannot be used."
"conviction."
He put down his pen.
The pen tip traced a line across the wall.
There is no ink.
Only light.
Light splashed from the tip of the pen.
It splashed onto the first square.
The red text on the label.
It started to change color.
From red.
It turned to ash.
At last.
It turned black.
Black text.
Rearrange.
"Sun Wukong's old labels."
"Transferred to the failed materials library."
Status: For reconsideration only.
The first frame is finished.
Chen Fan didn't stop.
Move the pen tip to the right.
Move across the second square.
The third.
the fourth.
The gray light merged into one.
Like a line.
Pass through the bottom layer.
Fill all the squares.
String them together.
Tang Sanzang and Guanyin stood to the side.
Looking at those red words.
One square after another.
It turned gray.
It turned black.
then.
Rearrange into new entries.
Sudden.
A loud noise came from outside the tower.
It wasn't a cracking sound.
It was an impact.
Sun Wukong's voice came in.
"Chen Fan!"
"The top of the tower!"
"There's something there!"
"Keep smashing it down!"
Chen Fan's pen never stopped.
But the temperature at the bottom.
A sudden drop.
The labels on the wall that haven't turned black yet.
The red text jumped up even faster.
It's like sending a signal.
The signal is transmitted.
The top of the tower responded.
A muffled thud.
Press down from above.
The entire tower.
It sank an inch.
The person contemplating the sutra looked up.
"Chief Writer".
"The tower collapse program has been initiated."
"He wants it."
"Add the list database."
"Including us."
"Bury them together."
Chen Fan's pen moved even faster.
"how long."
"The tower has completely collapsed."
The observer stared at the top of the pagoda.
"The earliest estimate."
"Three incense sticks."
"Let's look at it now."
"He expedited it."
"possible."
"Less than half a stick."
Chen Fan did not reply.
He ran his left hand across the wall.
My fingertips touched each of the squares that hadn't changed yet.
I counted them once.
There are seventeen more squares.
The light from the tip of the pen.
It started to turn white.
Tang Sanzang lifted his monk's robe.
"This humble monk cannot offer any assistance with the writing."
"But it can help with the mouth."
He walked to the top of the stairs.
Face up.
To speak.
"Chief Writer, benefactor."
"Don't rush to bury it."
"Those accounts you filed."
"It's not finished yet."
"Bury it."
"pity."
The sound was transmitted upwards.
A muffled thud from the top of the tower.
He paused for a moment.
then.
Heavier.
It felt like someone had stepped on my foot.
The red lettering on the wall.
They jumped so fast they almost jumped off the grid.
Chen Fan's pen.
Still in progress.
The sixth section.
The seventh square.
The eighth square.
In the gray light.
The black characters began to extend.
It becomes a new entry.
"Pigsy, Sandy, and the White Dragon."
"The Bull Demon King. Red Boy."
"The old label has been transferred to failed material."
"For the purpose of overturning the verdict."
There are six spaces left.
Tower wall.
It started crumbling.
Chapter 467 Merging Warehouses
Chen Fan's pen stopped at the ninth square.
I didn't continue drawing.
He turned his head.
Look deeper into the registration area.
There.
Rows of iron frames.
It extends all the way to the base of the wall.
Each layer was covered with old rolls.
Liu Yuan just said.
This is the list of losers.
Original document.
"Merge warehouses".
Chen Fan spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
But the red characters on the tower wall jumped up.
Si Mo emerged from the shadows.
The ink stick in my hand broke in two.
"What did you say?"
"Merge warehouses".
Chen Fan repeated.
"Add the list database."
"And a library of failed materials."
"Merge."
Si Mo was stunned.
A broken ink stick.
It fell through his fingers.
It crashed to the ground.
It was crushed into powder.
"You're crazy."
"Entries from both libraries."
"Add it up."
"More than 120,000."
"Merge warehouses".
"The tower cannot withstand the pressure."
Chen Fan ignored him.
The pen tip touches down.
In the ninth cell.
Write it directly.
"List database".
"Failure Material Library"
Effective immediately.
"Merge databases and run them together."
The final stroke concludes the discussion.
The entire registration area.
Violent shaking.
Old rolls on the iron rack.
Turn it over at the same time.
The page swished loudly.
Gray light rose from the bottom of the scroll.
It felt like I was being sucked in by something.
They surged toward the top of the tower.
The red lettering on the wall.
They jump even faster.
The frequency is so high that it's impossible to see clearly.
Si Mo took two steps back.
His back hit the wall.
"Tarong".
"It's skyrocketing."
Chen Fan looked up.
The gray light had filled the ceiling.
It is seeping into the wall.
Crab-like markings.
It started to move.
But it's not a crack.
It is contraction.
The original pattern of the explosion.
They're being recycled one by one.
For every inch harvested.
The tower wall is only one layer thick.
"It's there."
"Reinforce it."
Si Mo's voice changed tone.
"Merge warehouses".
"The underlying protocol has been triggered."
"The system is being expanded."
Before he could finish speaking...
A muffled thud came from the top of the tower.
What does it look like?
It's been opened.
Liu Yuan's knife.
Insert it into the crack in the wall.
The blade suddenly vibrated.
The buzzing sound was piercing.
He drew his sword.
On the blade.
There's an extra line of text.
"Old label".
"Searchable".
"You can appeal."
"This can be proven by contradiction."
Liu Yuan stared at the line of text.
My hands are shaking.
"This knife."
"They've found a new master."
"But what it gives is not killing."
"It's the right to overturn a verdict."
He raised the knife.
The knife tip was aimed at the names on the wall.
Huaguoshan.
Sun Wukong.
Pigsy (Zhu Bajie)
Sha Wujing.
Little White Dragon.
Behind each name.
They all follow three words.
"Waiting for a reversal of the verdict."
On the other side of the registration area.
Tang Sanzang stood up from the edge of the pond.
He was holding three stacks of old scrolls in his hands.
Each stack was as thick as a brick.
"Amitabha."
"This humble monk has been waiting for this moment."
"We've waited five hundred years."
He pressed the old scroll into the pool water.
The surface of the pool turned over.
The first line of text appears.
"The old case of Sun Wukong."
"Wuzhishan Pressing Patch".
"Not a conviction."
"This is a unilateral restriction imposed by Buddhism."
"Request for a retrial."
The pool water churned again.
second line.
"The old case of Sun Wukong."
"List of Losses from the Havoc in Heaven"
"False reporting".
"The Heavenly Court will handle the write-off itself."
Third line.
Fourth line.
Fifth line.
The surface of the pool looked like it had boiled over.
The words jumped out one line after another.
All of them are articles that overturn previous verdicts.
Chen Fan watched.
The pen never stopped.
He is in the ninth clause.
Continue writing the detailed rules.
"After merging the warehouses."
"All old labels."
"No longer used as a tool for conviction."
"For reference only when reversing the verdict."
"The parties involved have the right."
"Check the original document."
"Submit evidence against your claims."
"Request for public review."
Write one line at a time.
The crab pattern on the tower wall is then pulled back a bit.
The gray light became increasingly thick.
It's like molten iron has been poured into the tower.
Liu Yuan's knife.
More and more words appeared on the blade.
The original recycling order was engraved inside.
It started to recede outwards.
One by one.
It felt like being squeezed out by something.
drop on the floor.
It crumbled into dust.
"Recycling Courtyard".
"A kill order for Flower Fruit Mountain."
"It's all broken."
Liu Yuan's voice trembled.
"Those regulations are no longer in the knife."
"All that's left is the right to overturn the verdict."
Si Mo bent down.
I picked up a broken ink stick.
My hands are still shaking.
Do you know what this means?
He looked at Chen Fan.
"After merging the warehouses."
"The rules of the entire Seventh Tower."
"You changed it."
"Old labels are no longer weapons."
"It's a file."
"Accessible files".
Chen Fan did not reply.
The pen tip continued to draw.
The tenth square.
The eleventh section.
The twelfth square.
The system panel suddenly popped up.
The red text is flashing.
Refresh directly.
"The first version of the sequence."
"Added a clause for merging inventory."
"List of entries".
"124,000."
"Transfer all failed materials."
"Old label feature".
"locking."
"Only query privileges are reserved."
Chen Fan glanced at it.
The pen stopped.
Two spaces remain.
Top of the tower.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps sounded.
Every step.
It felt like walking on a steel plate.
The muffled thuds continued one after another.
Si Mo looked up.
His expression changed.
"Chief Writer".
"He noticed."
"The list database is out of control."
"He wants to speed up the collapse of the tower."
The red lettering on the wall.
They jumped so fast they almost jumped off the grid.
But it didn't shrink like before.
Instead, it expands outwards.
Deep within the tower walls.
A harsh, scraping sound came from the air.
What does it look like?
It is being forcibly twisted off.
Chen Fan put down his pen.
Turn around and walk towards the top of the tower.
Si Mo stopped him.
"Go up now."
"It's suicide."
"He still has cards up his sleeve."
"Mechanism for handling malicious reversals of verdicts".
"There's no such mechanism."
"The rules at the top of the tower."
"It's up to him."
Chen Fan stopped.
Looking at Si Mo.
"Then complete it."
"What?"
"Finish it."
Chen Fan's voice was very flat.
"Isn't he using this as his trump card?"
"I wrote the mechanism into the sequence."
"Make it public."
"Transparency".
"Let him have no cards to play."
Si Mo was stunned.
The broken inkstone in my hand.
Another section has fallen off.
"You fill in this."
"It's no longer called 'Tower Capture'."
He stared at Chen Fan.
The light in the eyes.
It gradually brightens.
"It's legislation."
Chen Fan did not respond.
Keep going up.
Footsteps.
Wandering through the tower passageway.
Crab patterns on the wall.
Follow his steps.
Gradually gather it together.
The tower walls are getting thicker and thicker.
The gray light became increasingly thick.
Top of the tower.
The sound of the chief editor's footsteps.
Stopped.
Chapter 468 Maliciously Overturning the Case
Chen Fan stood in front of the root certificate.
The pen stopped.
The gray light fell down from the tower wall.
The light shone on the still-wet handwriting.
The database merging process is complete.
The old case is transferred to the sequence.
But the sequence is still missing a piece.
The most dangerous piece.
Chen Fan spoke.
"Reversal of the verdict."
"We can't let anyone take advantage of loopholes."
Si Mo stood behind him.
The broken inkstone in my hand has become even shorter.
"How to replenish it?"
Chen Fan raised his hand.
The fingertip is on the root of the evidence.
"Malicious reversal of the verdict."
Four standards.
"perjury."
"Delete the link."
"Forced overreach of authority."
"Ghostwriting the conclusion."
He said one thing at a time.
The evidence will have an extra line of black text.
The writing is embedded in the tower wall.
Crab patterns on the tower walls.
It begins to contract backward.
Si Mo stared at the four.
"That's ruthless."
"Whoever touches it dies."
Chen Fan did not respond.
The pen tip continued to draw.
"Add one more."
"If the person in charge himself violates the rules."
"Stripping them of their rights as well."
Si Mo's voice.
It came from behind Chen Fan.
Chen Fan turned around.
In Si Mo's hands.
The ink had run out, leaving only the brush tip.
"You suggested it."
"I'll fix it."
"This one is called..."
"Those in charge share the responsibility."
The evidence is as follows.
The fifth line of text appeared.
The gray light inside the tower wall.
It suddenly brightened by three points.
Tang Sanzang.
Standing by the pool of caltrops.
Hands clasped together.
"Amitabha."
"good."
The person who was observing the sutra walked out from the side.
He was holding an old scroll in his hands.
The scroll is full of old Buddhist regulations.
He handed the old paper to the resident.
The gray light in the root evidence.
He swallowed the old scroll.
then.
Start flipping through the pages.
Turn each page.
There was one more patch on the tower wall.
Ten items.
Twenty articles.
Thirty articles.
The patches are densely packed.
Embedded into the gaps in the sequence.
The voice of Tang Sanzang.
Wandering in the tower.
"This humble monk will take responsibility."
"The article."
"Engrave it in."
"Carved to death."
"Nobody can demolish it."
The base of the tower.
Laughter could be heard.
The voice of the chief editor.
Flip it up from the bottom.
"Oh."
"Lock yourself up?"
"Chen Fan".
"Your sequence."
"To overturn verdicts."
"Manage and consolidate the warehouse."
"Control malicious reversals of verdicts."
"The one in charge again."
The more you interfere, the better.
"The slower the efficiency."
"I manage the Seventh Tower."
"Never set limits."
"So it's fast."
He paused.
The sarcasm in the voice.
Like a knife.
"Your sequence."
"It's like tying your own hands and feet."
"The person in charge".
"It should have been absolutely efficient."
"You want to strip yourself of your rights?"
"stupid."
The gray light inside the tower wall.
It swayed slightly.
It was as if they were waiting for Chen Fan's reply.
Chen Fan turned around.
Facing the base of the tower.
"Power that can be locked up."
"Only then can it exist for a long time."
"Your Seventh Tower."
"It's not locked."
"So it collapsed."
"Sequences are not about efficiency."
"He has a long life."
His voice.
not tall.
The gray light on the tower wall.
But things stabilized.
It stopped shaking.
In the root evidence.
The last page of the old scroll has been turned.
It sank to the bottom of the pool.
On the surface of the pool.
New words emerge.
"Malicious reversal patch".
"Embedded".
"Sequence completion".
"Eliminating weaknesses."
Tower wall.
All the crab-like markings instantly closed up.
They converge into a line.
then.
The black line is taut.
Embedded into the core of the tower.
The broken inkstone in Si Mo's hand.
The pen nib fell to the ground.
He glanced down.
She looked up at Chen Fan again.
"It's done."
"The last weak link."
"It's been fixed."
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha."
"sequence."
"closed loop."
The person observing the sutra took a step back.
The old scroll is empty.
The scroll in his hand was gone.
Patches on the tower wall.
It's still extending.
One line after another.
extend.
More than ten lines.
More than twenty lines.
All the clauses were newly engraved.
The evidence is above.
The gray light converged into a beam.
Take it down.
The light shone on Chen Fan's pen tip.
On the tip of the pen.
The black ink is still flowing.
It looks alive.
The base of the tower.
The sound of the chief editor's footsteps.
It started playing again.
It's not going up.
It means moving backward.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
The footsteps stopped.
then.
He spoke.
"Chen Fan".
"You thought you'd made up for it."
"You won?"
"sequence."
"It's dead."
"People are alive."
"Root evidence."
"It's alive."
"It's alive."
He smiled.
Laughter echoed through the tower.
"I'm not going to reason with you anymore."
"It's boring."
"Your sequence."
"No matter how complete the repairs are."
"The evidence is gone."
"What's the use?"
Footsteps.
It started playing again.
this time.
It's going up.
Every step.
They are all heavier than before.
Tower wall.
The shaking started.
Gray light.
It detached from the tower wall.
drop on the floor.
It broke into pieces.
Chen Fan's pen.
Still in progress.
He turned around.
Facing the base of the tower.
Si Mo took a step forward.
Stand in front of him.
"He's here to take away the birth certificate."
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
"Amitabha."
"donor."
"The knife is sharpened."
"It's time to test the knife."
The base of the tower.
The figure of the chief writer.
From the darkness.
Come out.
step.
Step into the gray light.
In his hands.
Holding a stack of old papers.
The top one.
It is written.
"Application to abolish the root evidence".
"Case No. 1"
"Public vote."
He threw the old scroll into the gray light.
Gray light.
It went dark.
On the tower wall.
patch.
They started to shrink back.
#Chapter 469 The Fate of the High-Ranking Officials
Half of the chief editor's face.
Emerging from the gray light.
It's not a phantom.
Bones. Muscles. Skin.
It grows outwards layer by layer.
The left half of the body has solidified.
He held the stack of old scrolls in his right hand.
The fingertips of his left hand were still in the void.
It wasn't completely pulled out.
The step he took into the tower.
Crab-like patterns spread from the tower walls down to the ground.
Like a crack chasing after footsteps.
Chen Fan stood in the gray light.
No refund.
He was still drawing with the pen in his hand.
The ninth section.
The tenth square.
"Blank area of evidence".
The chief writer spoke up.
The voice doesn't sound human.
Like turning the pages of many sheets of paper at the same time.
"It wasn't saved for you."
He raised his right hand.
The old scroll is unfolded.
The words on the first page began to jump.
Every word was crashing against the tower wall.
The patches are shrinking much faster now.
It shrank from three feet to one foot.
From one foot to three inches.
The darkness at the base of the tower recedes with the patch.
Like the ebb and flow of the tide.
What's exposed isn't the ground.
It's empty.
The boundaries of the blank area in the evidence are beginning to blur.
Chen Fan paused for a moment.
The last two squares on the paper.
It hasn't been filled out yet.
"You changed the rules."
The chief scribe's left fingertip emerged half an inch from the void.
"I changed you."
He pressed his hand down.
The words on the old scroll all exploded.
Each word was transformed into a black line.
They drilled into various parts of the tower wall.
The crab pattern has come to life.
It's no longer a crack.
It's a tentacle.
Climb in the opposite direction of the patch location.
Climb out of the tower.
Chen Fan heard a muffled sound coming from outside the tower.
One sound after another.
It felt like something was being pulled back.
The words Si Mo had said before flashed through his mind.
Recall order.
Those guards outside the tower.
Each person's label.
All of them are in the registration area of the seventh tower.
Original document.
The chief writer is revising the triggering conditions for the recall order.
"Sign one."
He pointed his hand out of the tower.
"I'll take one."
"You sign ten."
"The people of the whole mountain."
"They're all hostages."
The black line has already climbed out of the tower wall.
It extends into the void beyond the tower.
Chen Fan saw the end of the nearest black line.
It was labeled as a mountain guardian demon.
The label is shaking.
The demon's figure swayed with it.
It felt like an invisible rope was strangling my neck.
"Sun Wukong".
Chen Fan called out.
He didn't turn around.
A muffled thud erupted from the top of the tower.
The golden cudgel crashed down from the upper level.
The rod scraped against the tower wall.
Sparks flew all the way.
The stick struck the chief editor's right hand directly.
The old scrolls were smashed and flew into the air.
Three of the black lines broke.
The chief editor's right arm sank downwards from the impact.
But he didn't back down.
His left hand emerged an inch from the void.
On the fingertips.
There was a second stack of old rolls.
"Case No. 1"
"The evidence is abolished."
"Case number two."
He turned over the second stack.
"Recall Order"
"Execute across the entire domain".
He slapped the second stack of old scrolls against the tower wall.
The broken black wires were reconnected.
It's thicker than before.
速度更快。
Sun Wukong fell from the top of the tower.
It fell between Chen Fan and the chief writer.
The golden cudgel was held horizontally in front of him.
The stick was still wrapped in the gray light from the top of the tower.
He slammed the stick into the ground.
The crab pattern underfoot was shattered by half of the impact.
"I, Old Sun, am here."
"Try accepting one."
The chief editor looked at him.
The old scroll in his right hand flew back.
The left hand was still pulling outwards.
"Sun Wukong".
"Your old label."
"Also in the seventh tower."
"The original document."
He pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
"In the filing area."
"Sixth row."
"The third section."
Sun Wukong tightened his grip on the staff.
Chen Fan saw the hair on the back of his hand stand up.
But he didn't look down at his feet.
He gripped the stick even tighter.
"So what?"
"My case."
"It's already been flipped through."
He took a step forward.
The stick swept across.
The gray light inside the tower was swept in two by this blow.
The upper half was pressed down on the head of the chief scribe.
The lower half curled up at his feet.
The chief editor did not dodge.
He raised his right hand upwards.
The old scroll is unfolded.
The characters in the first case all floated up.
They lined up in front of him, forming a wall.
The stick was smashed on the wall of words.
The words are broken.
The baton strike also stopped.
The chief writer behind the wall.
The left hand was pulled out three inches from the void.
The forearm has been materialized.
Chen Fan saw it.
The chief writer is not just changing the rules.
He's completely pulling himself into the tower.
Every extra inch.
The sense of oppression inside the tower intensifies.
The faster the crab-like markings spread, the better.
The patches are even smaller.
The boundary of the blank area is proven.
Only half an inch left.
The last two squares on the paper.
A dark light flashed.
It's almost gone.
Chen Fan ignored the commotion on the tower wall.
He squatted down.
Spread the paper on the ground.
The pen tip fell back down.
The eleventh section.
"Huaguo Mountain Sequence"
"Signature of root certificate."
"applicant."
He wrote his name.
The pen tip traces to the last line.
The twelfth square.
"Approval".
He paused for a moment.
On the tower wall.
The patch was reduced to just one dot.
The boundary line of the blank area.
It's so blurry that it's almost invisible.
The chief scribe's left hand.
Pull the fourth inch out of the void.
Her wrist was exposed.
An old label was wrapped around his wrist.
Each one had a name written on it.
They were all from Flower Fruit Mountain.
He stretched his hand forward.
All those labels flew away.
Shoot it out of the tower.
The black line chases after the label.
"receive."
The chief scribe uttered this word.
The first scream came from outside the tower.
Chen Fan's pen tip landed on the twelfth square.
It wasn't written.
He raised his head.
Look towards the entrance to the tower passage.
"Si Mo".
"interface."
Tadaoli.
Si Mo's broken ink flew out.
The ink spread out in mid-air.
It's not a character.
It is a net.
Trapped inside the net were pages from Yang Jian's fragmentary writings.
The same line of text was written on every page.
"The third eye."
"Breaking through barriers".
The net landed in the chief editor's left hand.
The tag on her wrist was covered by a net.
It didn't fly out.
Fragments of Yang Jian's writings are posted online.
The edges of the paper began to burn.
The flames are silver.
It wasn't the net that was burned.
It's the old rule on the label.
The chief editor's left hand froze.
Pull the fourth inch halfway through.
its stuck.
He looked down at the net.
The old scroll in his right hand turned a page.
The letter wall was rearranged.
Ready to crash into the net.
Sun Wukong didn't give him a chance.
The stick was smashed into the wall from the side.
The stick had three words on it.
The shattered words struck the chief scribe's right shoulder.
He took a step back.
Just one step.
But this step.
He couldn't pull out the fifth inch of his left hand.
The oppressive feeling inside the tower.
It was light for a moment.
Chen Fan's pen tip.
It landed on the twelfth square.
"Approval".
"pass."
The two characters are finished.
The boundary line of the blank area.
It lit up again.
No longer blurry.
From the boundary line inwards.
Text begins to appear in the blank area.
All of these are new entries.
Each one carries a sequence marker from Huaguo Mountain.
Patches on the tower wall.
From the point where it disappeared.
It began to grow in reverse.
One inch.
Two inches.
Three inches.
The crab pattern was pushed back.
The black lines snapped one by one.
The chief writer's left hand was still stuck in the net.
He stared at Chen Fan.
The old scroll in his right hand was closed.
"What do you think?"
"Is it over after signing?"
He threw the old roll on the ground.
The pages of the first case were scattered.
Each page floats in mid-air.
Form a circle.
The center of the circle.
It's Chen Fan.
"Blank area of evidence".
"You can have it."
"But the person who signed it."
"We have to stay."
The paper began to shrink.
They squeezed towards Chen Fan.
Sun Wukong turned around and struck with his staff.
The stick swept across the paper.
It smashed through five pages.
But there are too many pages.
Continue gathering the rest.
Chen Fan stood up.
He held a pen in his hand.
He didn't look at those pages.
They were looking behind the chief editor.
Tower Road entrance.
There's a figure.
Leaning against the wall.
I'm coughing.
Liu Yuan.
He coughed twice.
Stand up from the wall.
The body was still wrapped in red characters from the registration area.
The red text hasn't faded.
But he kept moving forward.
step.
Two steps.
They walked faster and faster.
When the paper sheets are about to close.
Liu Yuan rushed in.
It didn't lunge at Chen Fan.
They pounced on the chief writer.
His hand gripped the chief scribe's right wrist.
The red lettering climbed from his arm up to the physical half of the chief scribe's body.
"Reversal of the verdict."
Liu Yuan's voice.
His voice was so hoarse, it sounded like it was being scraped from his throat.
"I."
"The verdict must be overturned."
The chief editor looked down at him.
Liu Yuan grasped the old scroll in his right hand.
The first page is colored red.
Paper sheet circle.
stopped.
#Chapter 470 Liu Yuan's Final Use
The chief editor bowed his head.
Looking at Liu Yuan.
Like watching an insect crawl into a pile of paper.
"Reversal of the verdict?"
His right hand trembled.
The red lettering on the old scroll began to peel off.
Pieces upon pieces.
drop on the floor.
It turned to ash.
"You're just a piece of trash from a recycling center."
"Does he even deserve to overturn the verdict?"
Liu Yuan's fingers were still gripping his wrist.
The knuckles are turning white.
But his face.
It's even whiter.
"I am not a piece of trash."
His voice was trembling.
"I am the registration officer of the Seventh Tower."
"I've been in charge of these lists."
"I have--"
The chief scribe raised his left hand.
Two fingers.
He pinched the back of Liu Yuan's hand.
Like squeezing a piece of waste paper.
"You have it."
"It was given to me."
"I can give it."
"It can be accepted."
Liu Yuan's hands were pried open little by little.
The knuckles made a clicking sound.
Chen Fan stood three steps away.
The pen stopped in mid-air.
Didn't move.
Si Mo called out from behind, "Strategist, he—"
Chen Fan raised his hand.
stop.
Liu Yuan looked at Chen Fan.
The whites of his eyes were bloodshot.
"Chen Fan".
"You think I'm helping them?"
"I'm helping myself."
He coughed.
Blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"I've been in charge of the Seventh Tower for twenty years."
"Everyone's old labels."
"I've seen them all."
"Behind some people's labels..."
"There are other things stuck on it too."
The chief writer's fingers paused for a moment.
"Shut up."
Liu Yuan smiled.
Laughter squeezed out of his throat.
Like a broken bellows.
"You're scared."
"You're afraid too."
He turned his head abruptly.
He stared at Chen Fan.
"The Seventh Tower Earth-shaped Cabinet".
"The bottom layer."
"The third one."
"The seventh floor."
"Gray ledger".
"Not a label."
"It's parchment."
"It contains the handover record of the recycling center."
"Every single stroke."
"They are all signed."
The chief editor suddenly swung his right hand.
The old scroll hit Liu Yuan in the face.
The red text exploded.
Like bloodstains.
Half of Liu Yuan's face.
It started to turn gray.
skin.
Pieces were falling down one by one.
It's not flesh and blood.
It is ashes.
"Case No. 9".
His voice quickened.
"Case Seventeen"
"Case No. 23".
"All the orders were placed directly by senior management."
"Without going through the registration area."
"Go directly to the recycling chamber."
"The person who signed this was—"
The chief editor clenched his left hand.
Liu Yuan's neck.
It cracked.
It's not disconnected.
It collapsed from the inside out.
Like burnt paper.
Chen Fan began to write.
The eighth square.
The ninth section.
The tenth square.
Black text in gray light.
It started crawling onto the paper.
Every word Liu Yuan uttered.
Everything was recorded.
It wasn't written on the tower wall.
It is recorded in the database data.
Si Mo opened the bottom layer of the box.
empty.
He turned the box over.
On the base plate.
It is inlaid with a row of grooves.
There are exactly ten squares.
Chen Fan wrote upwards.
He pressed down.
Each press of one grid.
There's an extra layer of paper at the bottom of the box.
Gray.
It's not white.
It was covered with densely packed patterns.
All of them are old records.
The chief editor saw it.
He released Liu Yuan.
Turn around.
He slapped the bottom of the box with his right hand.
"You dare accept this filthy stuff?"
Liu Yuan reached out his hand.
Grab his ankle.
His hand was just bones.
The skin and flesh turned to ash.
But the bone is still stuck.
It was fastened to the chief scribe's ankle.
"Dirty?"
Liu Yuan's voice no longer sounded like a human voice.
Like the rubbing of paper.
"I've been in charge for twenty years."
"Every single stroke."
"You all signed them."
"You say I'm dirty."
"And what about you?"
His other hand.
He pulled a roll of paper from his pocket.
It's not parchment.
It's a sticky note.
The kind used for working in the Seventh Tower.
Yellow.
The edges are all worn rough.
He threw it at Chen Fan.
The paper roll unfurled in mid-air.
One.
Two.
Three.
It's all numbers.
date.
A person's name.
Docking number.
The chief editor stomped down.
Liu Yuan's hand bones were broken.
It came off from the ankle.
Bone fragments fell to the ground.
It turned to ash.
Paper rolls are acceptable.
It has already fallen into Chen Fan's hands.
Chen Fan didn't look at it.
Hand it directly to Si Mo.
Si Mo took it.
Press it into the groove at the bottom of the box.
The tenth square.
It's full.
The bottom of the box started to glow.
It's not gray.
It is white.
Like the sunlight outside the tower.
The face of the chief editor.
Things have finally changed.
"you."
"They really dared to accept."
He raised his right hand.
The old scrolls floated in mid-air.
Turn the pages one by one.
The red lettering is seeping outwards.
Like ink.
But the ink didn't drip down.
It retracted.
Shrink into individual lines.
He stabbed at the box.
Chen Fan stood in front of the box.
The pen is held horizontally in my hand.
"You just said..."
"He is a good player."
"But you forgot."
"Even chess has its own ledger."
The chief writer's eyes.
A crack appeared.
It's not the skin.
It's paper.
A gray light peeked out from the crack.
"You took his things."
"It's like taking over the old debts from the Recycling Court."
"These old scores."
"Every single stroke."
"They're all stained with blood."
"What do you think?"
"Can you wash it clean?"
Liu Yuan lay on the ground.
The lower body has collapsed.
Everything turned to ashes.
He raised his head.
Looking at Chen Fan.
The light in the eyes.
It's about to go out.
"Chen Fan".
"Don't let the tower..."
"Stop just deleting people."
His whole being.
Start with your feet.
It shattered into pieces.
It didn't explode.
It's a collapse.
Like burnt paper.
One touch.
Then they dispersed.
Last minute.
His hand reached for the names on the wall.
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"Sun Wukong".
"Pigsy"
"Sha Wujing".
"Little White Dragon".
"The Bull Demon King".
"Red Boy".
One name after another.
It slipped through his fingers.
His hand.
It finally shattered.
The ashes were piled on the ground.
The wind blows.
Nothing was left.
On the wall.
Those labels are still there.
Densely packed.
They are all names of Huaguo Mountain.
Labelable corners.
It started to turn white.
It doesn't become clean.
It has been re-labeled.
Chen Fan's pen.
stop.
He lowered his head.
Looking at the ten layers of paper in the box.
Each floor.
It's all old grievances.
The chief editor stood opposite.
Hands behind back.
The old scrolls floated behind me.
Like wings.
Wings.
It cracked.
Cracks.
It spread from the paper.
"You got it."
"So what?"
"Old scores."
"It can't be turned over."
Chen Fan closed the box.
The latch clicked.
"It can't be turned over."
"Then start memorizing it again."
He stood up.
The pen tip was aimed at the chief scribe.
"Your name".
"It's on top too."
The old scrolls behind the chief editor.
It suddenly caught fire.
It's not fire.
It's white light.
Light seeped out through the gaps in the files.
The more you drill, the more you find.
At last.
The entire old scroll.
It's all melted.
Ashes fell on his shoulder.
He didn't take any pictures.
"My name."
"It's always up there."
"But there's no one here."
"I dare to sign."
He lowered his voice.
It was so low it sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a tower.
"Because of the people who dare to sign."
"All that's left are labels."
Chen Fan's pen tip.
Apply it to the lid of the box.
The first stroke.
The ink seeped into the wood.
"Then let's start with me."
On the lid of the box.
Three words emerged.
Chen Fan.
It's not black.
It's red.
Like blood.
It doesn't look like blood.
Because of the red lettering.
It is inlaid with a circle of gold thread.
Patches on the tower wall.
Everything has stopped.
Those gray lights.
They started gathering on the box.
One.
Two paths.
Ten paths.
One hundred paths.
They converged into a single beam of light.
It hit the lid of the box.
Simo's box.
It started vibrating.
The latch popped open by itself.
Ten layers of paper.
Unfold layer by layer.
Each floor.
New characters are starting to grow.
It's not a record.
It's a signature.
Sun Wukong's.
Pigsy (Zhu Bajie) is from this story.
Sha Wujing's.
Little White Dragon.
The Bull Demon King's.
Red Boy.
Behind each name.
Each one was followed by a line of small print.
"The original judgment is overturned."
"Re-register."
"Pending confirmation"
The chief scribe looked at these words.
The crack in the paper at the corner of my eye.
The cracks kept widening.
Gray light leaked out from the crack.
Like tears.
But those weren't tears.
It is ink.
Old ink.
He spoke.
The sound is no longer the sound of paper pages.
It sounded like an old man's voice.
"You know."
"Final signature confirmed."
"What does it mean?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
The box contained ten layers of paper.
I turned to the last page.
footer.
A blank line.
There are only three words on it.
Confirmed by the person in charge.
below.
There was nothing there.
The gray light inside the tower.
Suddenly they were all wiped out.
Only the white light emanating from the box.
It's still lit.
Inside the beam of light.
A line of text appeared.
Case 470.
"The final review of the evidence is abolished."
Please confirm the signature.
Chapter 471 Final Signature
Inside the white beam of light.
The words were still floating.
Please confirm the signature.
Chen Fan extended his hand.
My fingertip touched the edge of the beam of light.
It's cold.
Like touching the moss on a stone wall.
The ten layers of paper inside the box flipped through simultaneously.
A splashing sound.
It shoots straight up from the bottom of the tower to the top.
Crab patterns on the wall.
It started to light up.
Burn it layer by layer.
The gray light changed from dark to white.
It turned from white to gold again.
The chief editor stood outside the tower gate.
The old scroll in my hand.
Broken to the ground.
He didn't pick it up.
Staring at Chen Fan's fingers.
"Sign it."
"Signed."
"The Seventh Tower is yours."
The sound was very flat.
But the patches on the wall.
It shrank back by half an inch.
Chen Fan did not turn around.
"What's the rush?"
A finger is inserted into the beam of light.
The white light climbed up from my fingertips.
Dark lines are visible beneath the skin.
It is a stroke of the character 根证.
Each stroke, one character at a time.
It seeps out from the finger bones.
Tang Sanzang stood behind Chen Fan.
The Zen staff in his hand.
The staff head spun half a circle.
He aimed at the chief scribe outside the tower gate.
Sun Wukong did not move.
His old labels.
It has already started to fall.
One by one.
Like shedding skin.
On the golden armor.
Old seal patterns.
It is breaking apart.
The Bull Demon King raised his hand and caught a falling label.
It says so.
"Being incorporated into the military."
Three words.
In the palm of his hand.
It was crushed into powder.
Chen Fan's fingers.
When you encounter the blank space below the "Confirmation Person" field.
Tali.
The bells rang loudly.
It wasn't a knock.
It's fried.
The sound waves crashed down from the top of the tower.
The grid on the wall.
It's all lit up.
First section.
Second section.
The third section.
The lights continued to illuminate up to the seventh bar.
Black text in gray light.
Start flipping.
"The Reversal Sequence - Node Seven".
Seven characters.
One by one.
It was engraved on the last page of the root certificate.
It wasn't written on paper.
It's engraved in.
The paper was pierced by the strokes.
Black ink marks are visible through the back.
Chen Fan's fingers.
Press down.
The first character.
"turn."
The tower shook.
Old patches on the wall.
One layer collapsed.
The new characters below are revealed.
"Fan".
The second character.
"case."
Outside the tower gate.
The stone steps cracked.
Old inscriptions squeezed out from the cracks in the stone.
It shattered into dust.
New inscriptions grew out of the crack.
"have."
The third word hadn't even been uttered yet.
The chief writer started writing.
He reached his right hand into the tower door.
Fingers become pages of paper.
Layer by layer.
It rolled towards Chen Fan's direction.
"Liu Yuan".
"Stop him."
Chen Fan's voice.
He didn't turn around.
Liu Yuan pounced out from the side.
His right arm was covered in red lettering.
It's like it's alive.
They directly wrapped the pages of the chief writer's paper.
The red text clashed with the paper.
No sound.
But the dust on the tower walls.
They all fell down.
In the dust.
Chen Fan pressed the third character with his finger.
"sequence."
The crab-like markings are completely translucent.
From the base of the tower to the top.
A line.
It penetrates directly.
The gray light turned into white light.
The white light turned golden-red.
Old inscriptions on the tower gate.
"Losers are not allowed to continue writing."
Seven characters.
It feels like being scraped by a knife.
It fell away stroke by stroke.
Stone chips flew everywhere.
The character "新" (new) emerged from beneath the stone surface.
"Fan".
"have."
"different."
"Discuss."
Each word is more profound than the last.
The chief scribe's paper was on Liu Yuan's arm.
It was bitten through by the red lettering.
The crack is getting bigger and bigger.
He took half a step back.
Liu Yuan did not let go.
His arm.
The meat and the paper were stuck together.
The red letters were oozing out from under the skin.
Every single word.
It's all written on the meat.
"Reversal of the verdict."
He gritted his teeth.
He read those two words aloud again.
The chief editor's notes.
From the crack.
It started to turn red.
Chen Fan's fingers.
Press the fourth one down.
"List."
Main system at the top of the tower.
Restarted.
The sound wasn't loud.
It was that dull thud, like something sinking to the bottom of the sea.
then.
It started to float upwards.
The system's light.
Sweep down from the top of the tower.
Layer by layer.
First floor.
The former manager's authority has been revoked.
The access card fell off the wall.
It fell to the ground.
It broke into three pieces.
The second layer.
Old recycling template.
Large-scale failure.
Piles of files.
They poured out of the grid.
Those files that were originally marked "void".
The red cross above.
They've all disappeared.
The third layer.
The connection to Huaguo Mountain.
Connect directly.
Green light emanates from the summit of Huaguo Mountain.
It shot straight at us.
Passing through the tower wall.
The roots of the seventh tower were dyed with a layer of emerald green.
Fourth floor.
Eucore embedded main controller.
The fifth floor.
Ignition of the auxiliary furnace.
Tauri temperature.
In an instant.
It rose ten degrees.
The sixth floor.
Failed material library.
Unlock all the locks.
Those locked files.
The seal on top.
Let it ignite.
Burn to ashes.
The seventh floor.
The names in the list database.
One by one.
It's gotten brighter.
Chen Fan's finger landed on the fifth word.
"No."
Outside the tower gate.
"Any objections."
The four characters have been engraved.
Next stroke.
"all."
Si Mo stood on the stone steps.
The broken inkstone in my hand.
Another section has fallen off.
He didn't bend down to pick it up.
He just stared at the words on the tower gate.
His lips moved slightly.
He really is.
"Use that set."
"It's written as a rule."
The voice was very low.
But everyone outside the tower.
I heard everything.
The former master stood in the crowd.
The expression on his face.
It felt like being slapped in the face.
The authority token in his hand.
It cracked.
It was cut in half.
At the crack.
New marks emerged.
It's not his name.
It is the symbol of Huaguo Mountain.
He raised his head.
Look towards the top of the tower.
Chen Fan's fingers hadn't stopped.
"Can."
The sixth word fell.
The last old label on Sun Wukong.
It fell down.
On that label.
It reads "Under Wuzhi Mountain".
Four words.
It did a somersault in the air.
It hasn't landed yet.
It crumbled into dust.
Sun Wukong stretched his neck.
Joints cracking.
Like the sound of a chain breaking.
On his golden armor.
The old seal patterns have completely disappeared.
Instead.
It is the mountain pattern of Huaguo Mountain.
The old label on Pigsy.
It fell off too.
"Abandoned".
Three words.
It caught fire as soon as it landed.
Sha Wujing's.
"Liusha River".
Xiaobai's.
"To atone for one's crimes through meritorious service."
It's all fake.
It was all burned.
The Bull Demon King's.
Red Boy.
One after another.
Tali.
Ashes are flying.
Chen Fan's fingers.
I pressed the last word.
"seven."
The word "node".
Simultaneously, the root proof is entered.
Tali.
All grids.
Fully lit.
A burst of white light.
From the top of the tower.
Reach the bottom of the tower.
Outside the tower gate.
The final stroke was made.
"Reversal of the verdict."
"Any objection can be overturned."
Nine characters.
Carved on stone.
It penetrates three-tenths of an inch into the stone.
The pebbles on the ground.
It flew back automatically.
Embedded into the strokes.
The chief editor stood outside the door.
His pages all turned red.
Liu Yuan released his grip.
The red lettering on the arm.
It's still lit.
The chief editor did not look at Liu Yuan.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"You've finished signing."
"But this tower."
"You can't hold on."
The voice was cold.
The main system inside the tower.
A soft sound came from above.
What does it look like?
A new round of scanning has been initiated.
Chen Fan turned around.
Pull your hand out of the box.
On the fingertips.
The ink wasn't dry yet.
"Whether we can hold out or not."
"It's not up to you."
He looked up at the chief scribe outside the tower gate.
"The Seventh Tower".
"Now the surname is Chen."
Crab patterns on the tower wall.
Gather everything.
It was gathered into his fingertips.
Black patterns.
Under the skin.
It lit up one last time.
Si Mo stood on the stone steps.
Bend down.
Pick up the broken piece of ink.
He raised his head.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"You've finished."
"Sequence reorganization".
Four words.
These words came from Si Mo's mouth.
very slow.
Like every word.
There's something pressed down on them.
The former steward heard these four words.
The authority token in my hand.
It's completely shattered.
The crumbs slipped through his fingers.
fall to the ground.
I even flicked it once.
He stepped back.
His back slammed against the stone wall.
There's no turning back.
Tali.
System restart complete.
New notification sound.
It rang in everyone's ears.
"Seventh Tower Management Rights"
"Confirmed."
"The holder".
"Flower and Fruit Mountain".
"Chen Fan".
The chief editor turned around.
His figure.
It started to fade.
But before leaving.
He said something.
"Low-level permissions".
"It's a different thing from the main controller."
"You got the key."
"Not equal to"
"You can open the door."
The figure vanished completely.
But his voice.
It's still lingering.
"soon."
"You'll understand."
Outside the tower.
At the end of the stone steps.
Black fog began to gather.
Layer by layer.
It's like someone is in the distance.
Pile ink over here.
Chen Fan withdrew his finger.
Looking out of the tower.
White light shone on his profile.
The corners of his mouth.
It moved slightly.
It's not a laugh.
It's because I've been holding the pen for too long.
The muscles are twitching.
Chapter 472 Can it be defended?
The black mist hadn't reached the foot of the tower yet.
The gray light inside the tower changed first.
The moment Chen Fan withdrew his hand from the signature, the crab pattern on the wall began to heat up. It didn't heat up gradually; it suddenly became like red-hot iron. The gray light of the entire Seventh Tower changed from dark to bright, and then from bright to a blackish color.
It's like ink mixed with water.
Si Mo stood at the top of the eighth tower.
His fingers pressed against the broken inkstone.
It was pressed very tightly.
"Chief Writer".
"External intervention has been initiated."
His voice wasn't loud.
But each word bounces off the tower wall like a pebble.
Chen Fan heard it.
He didn't look up.
His right hand was placed on the box.
The ten layers of paper inside the box began to turn automatically. Not starting from the first page, but from the middle outwards. With each page turned, the crab-patterned markings on the tower's walls flashed. When they reached the last page, the signature line was still blank.
Chen Fan's finger hovered above.
I didn't press it.
"The chief writer listed the seventh tower as an anomalous node."
Si Mo's voice continued to come.
"Once external intervention is initiated..."
"The Eighth Tower will be the first to respond."
"The defensive sequence outside the Seventh Tower."
"The whole assembly will become the enemy."
Sun Wukong stood at the entrance to the tower.
The golden cudgel slammed into the ground.
One end of the stick was covered with a still-drying golden liquid.
He glanced outside.
The black mist has already coalesced into a ball.
Clumps and clumps.
It looks like someone splashed ink from the sky.
In the ink blob.
Something is moving.
It is not humanoid.
They are individual sheets of paper.
Sun Wukong picked up his staff.
"military adviser."
"Outside defense sequence."
"It's not completely clean yet."
"Now there are new ones."
"Your signature."
"Should we press it?"
Chen Fan's fingers remained still.
He looked at the tower wall.
Crab-like patterns spread upwards from the base of the wall.
Ink seeps out of every line.
It's not black ink.
It is grayish-white ink.
Ink dripped down.
They converge into a line on the ground.
The other end of the line.
Pointing to the bottom of the tower.
Tang Sanzang stood to Chen Fan's left.
He had already put down the prayer beads in his hand.
Instead, a stack of overturned case files was displayed.
The top sheet of the file.
It was marked with the words "Case 470".
The edge of the paper.
It is still emitting red light.
"donor."
"The chief editor's external judgment."
"They didn't come from Chongta."
Tang Sanzang spread out the scroll.
"It's to overturn the verdict."
"He wants to enclose the Seventh Tower."
"Form a closed node."
"The cases inside."
"We can't get out."
"People outside."
"Can't get in."
The pilgrims walked up the path leading to the pagoda.
He had already turned to the last few pages of the old scroll in his hand.
The handwriting on the pages of the book.
Line by line.
It is being erased by something.
"no."
The person observing the sutra spoke urgently.
"External intervention initiated."
"The old scroll in my hand."
"Completely invalid."
Case 470.
"What a waste of time."
Chen Fan's fingers.
Remove it from the signature.
He grabbed the edge of the box.
The box contained ten layers of paper.
He pulled them all out at once.
The pages were scattered.
Ten sheets of paper.
Final review of ten cases.
Leave the signature line completely blank.
"tower."
"It's not meant to be guarded."
Chen Fan handed over ten sheets of paper.
One by one.
It was slapped against the tower wall.
Crab patterns stained the paper.
He immediately climbed onto the paper.
"It's used for issuing commands."
His right hand rested on the first piece of paper.
My finger traced the signature line.
On the wall.
A crab-like pattern suddenly exploded.
It's not cracked.
It is an expansion.
The crab pattern unfolds into a map.
The Seventh Tower.
Each floor.
Every passageway.
Every single brick.
They all lit up on the map.
Defense interface.
Three breaths.
Everything has been retrieved.
Si Mo is at the top of the eighth tower.
The broken inkstone in my hand.
"Snap."
Another section has fallen off.
"Are you adjusting the entire tower's defense?"
His voice changed.
"You just got your resident certificate."
"The sequence is not stable yet."
"External pressure."
"The tower will fall apart."
Chen Fan did not answer.
His finger tapped on the map.
They ordered very quickly.
First floor.
East side passage.
Three remaining enemy teams.
Click it.
The tower walls on both sides of the passage.
They suddenly closed together.
It's not about gradually merging together.
It was just a moment.
Like two doors slammed together.
The remaining enemy forces are gone.
The second layer.
North Point.
There are also five patches left by the chief editor.
Chen Fan clicked on it.
The brick below the patch.
Turn it outwards.
The patch was pushed away.
The fragments haven't hit the ground yet.
The brick shrank back again.
The tower walls were so smooth they looked as if they had never been patched.
The third layer.
peripheral.
The black fog has already settled on us.
The first cloud of black mist touched the tower wall.
Crab patterns on the tower wall.
It suddenly bounced outwards.
It's not a bullet cloud.
A line of text pops up.
The characters protrude from the tower wall.
Every word is glowing.
Grayish-white light.
The light shone on the black mist.
Black fog.
scattered.
It did not dissipate.
It was pinned down by words.
A single word pins down a cloud of fog.
Nail it ten paces outside the tower.
Not moving at all.
Si Mo saw those words.
The light in the eyes.
It shrank to the size of a pinhead in an instant.
"Public Notice".
"You should present the cases of overturning verdicts."
"They're all hanging outside the tower?"
Tang Sanzang put his hands together in prayer.
The dossier in his hand.
One by one, they flew out.
All that flew out were summaries of overturned case files.
Each piece of paper was pasted on the tower wall.
Crab Pattern will send it out.
Send it outside the tower.
Hanging on those nailed-on black mists.
"Amitabha."
"You are right, benefactor."
"tower."
"It's not meant to be guarded."
"It's meant to be seen by others."
Outside the tower.
The black fog is still gathering.
But the pages are shrouded in mist.
They started to retreat.
The chief editor's external decision-making.
I came across a notice of appeal posted outside the tower.
Trim sequence.
stopped.
It didn't stop after a collision.
It was forced to stop.
The figure of the chief writer.
It appeared behind the black mist.
In his hands.
He was still holding that stack of old papers.
But the top of the old file is the "Application for Revocation of Root Certificate".
Half of it was already stained red with Liu Yuan's blood.
"Public Notice".
The chief writer's voice came from behind the black mist.
It no longer feels like rubbing against paper.
Like a very old person.
Clearing his throat.
"You post the notice."
"It's to attract outsiders to come and see."
Chen Fan turned around.
Facing the black fog outside the tower.
His lips were still twitching.
"It's not a lead-in."
"It's a notification."
"From the fifth tower to the ninth tower."
"You can see the outer wall of the Seventh Tower."
"Your external judgment."
"The nodes to be removed are the abnormal nodes."
"Now."
"On the abnormal node."
"Publicly displayed cases of overturning verdicts."
"Try removing one."
The chief editor remained silent.
The black mist stopped moving.
Those pages in the fog.
It was flipped over.
The words on the back are visible.
All of them are the chief editor's decision records.
Each record.
From the time the Seventh Tower was built until now.
All rejected appeals for retrial.
It's all written above.
But Chen Fan posted a notice outside the tower.
It's also being flipped over.
The front side contains a summary of the reversal of the verdict.
back.
It is the original text of the old case file used as evidence for overturning the verdict.
The words on the old scroll.
Line by line.
They started climbing up the records of judgments hidden in the black fog.
The two characters collided.
Judgment record.
The ink started to drip.
It fell off piece by piece.
Like wall plaster.
The chief editor's figure floated back a step.
In his hands.
The half-page in red on the old scroll.
It started seeping into the second page.
"You should disclose the evidence used to overturn the verdict."
"People outside."
"Will come."
"But it came."
"They may not be the ones who help you."
Chen Fan slapped the tenth sheet of paper against the tower wall.
Signature line.
He finally pressed it.
On the paper.
Four words appeared.
"Chen Fan confirmed."
Tower wall.
It vibrated.
The outer perimeter of the Seventh Tower.
Those black mists that were pinned down.
Suddenly they were all bounced away.
It flew extremely far.
They landed on the walls of the eighth and sixth towers.
The walls of the two towers.
It lit up at the same time.
It's not gray.
It's red light.
Urgent notice.
The sixth tower.
The first group of observers arrived.
Arrived.
It wasn't something we walked over.
It's from the transfer passage of the sixth tower.
It was thrown out.
There were seven people in total.
Upon landing.
There are two people's shoe soles.
It's still smoking.
Transfer channel.
It was forcibly stopped.
The seven people stood firm.
look up.
The outer wall of the seventh tower can be seen.
Densely packed.
All of them are public announcements of overturned verdicts.
The words on the public notice.
It is bleeding.
It wasn't red blood.
It is grayish-white ink.
Ink dripped down the tower wall.
It flowed down to the bottom of the tower.
They flow into a pool.
pond.
It was exposed after the stone steps at the bottom of the tower cracked open.
It's not water inside.
They were all fragments of old scrolls.
Out of seven people.
Standing at the very front.
He was a monk wearing a blue cloth robe.
The cuffs of a monk's robe.
It has developed rough edges.
He wasn't holding any prayer beads.
He took a wooden fish mallet.
Hammerhead.
It was stained with dried ink.
"This humble monk."
"Representative of the Sixth Buddhist Pagoda Auditor".
His Buddhist name is Guanmo.
He raised the wooden mallet high.
Hammerhead.
Pointing to the seventh tower.
"I want to see."
Case 470.
"full text."
Behind him.
Out of six people.
There were five monks wearing the same robes as him.
only one.
Wearing white.
He had a jade pendant hanging from his waist.
It is engraved on the sign.
"Heavenly Court Patrol Division".
Five words.
The man didn't speak.
Just look up.
Looking at the top of the seventh tower.
His eyes.
Just like Si Mo.
No pupils.
It was all gray.
Top of the tower.
Chen Fan withdrew his hand from the signature.
He saw the white-clad man's eyes.
"They're here."
"Not a bystander force."
"It's the party making the decision."
Tang Sanzang slapped the last scroll onto the pagoda wall.
The file flew out.
It was hung at the highest point outside the tower.
On that piece of paper.
Only one line was written.
Case 470.
"The verdict has been successfully overturned."
"The original judgment."
"abolition."
Outside the tower.
Fragments of old scrolls in the pool.
It all caught fire.
The flames were grayish-white.
Monk Guanmo took a step forward.
The wooden mallet fell.
It was tapped on the stone steps.
Stone steps.
It cracked.
The crack started from the bottom of the tower.
It extends all the way to the entrance of the seventh tower.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally.
Golden liquid at one end of the stick.
It dripped into the crack.
crack.
It's closed.
The monk Guanmo looked up.
He looked at Sun Wukong.
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"Don't rush."
"The first batch."
"Not all of them have arrived yet."
The voice just fell.
The transfer passage of the sixth tower.
It's lit up again.
This time, the light.
It's golden.
It's not gray.
Chapter 473 Both Buddhism and Heavenly Court have arrived.
The golden beam of light had not yet dissipated.
A row of people had already appeared outside the tower.
The monk Guanmo stood at the front, followed by three elderly monks. Their robes were all gray, but the cuffs were embroidered with gold thread. They were not ordinary Buddhist disciples.
Chen Fan glanced at it.
He recognized the pattern of the gold thread.
Lingshan Disciplinary Academy.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel into the ground. The end of the cudgel sank three inches into the stone.
"Monk."
"They arrived quite quickly."
Guan Mo didn't reply. His gaze passed over Sun Wukong and landed on Tang Sanzang inside the tower.
Tang Sanzang was sitting on the first floor of the seventh pagoda. Ten pages of case files were spread out in front of him. Each page was signed.
Guan Mo's brow twitched slightly.
Very subtle.
But Chen Fan saw it.
"Benefactor Chen," Guan Mo spoke, his voice steady, "this humble monk has not come here to fight."
"It's just observing."
Chen Fan leaned against the tower gate frame.
"What are you eavesdropping on?"
"Reversal of the verdict."
Behind Guan Mo, an old monk stepped forward, revealing a document in his right hand.
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy Auditor's Permit"
"According to Article 7 of the Joint Regulations of the Three Realms, the Buddhist community has the right to observe the entire process of any appeal involving registered personnel of Lingshan based on evidence."
The old monk unfolded the document.
A layer of golden light floated on the paper. Three seals were stamped on the bottom: the seal of the Lingshan Disciplinary Academy's knife, the seal of the Heavenly Court's Law Hall's scales, and a third one.
Chen Fan recognized him.
It is the nib mark of the old pen-holding office.
It has been abolished for 1,300 years.
"Old seal?"
The old monk retrieved the document.
"The original seal left when the regulations were signed. Article 7 of the regulations, jointly signed by the three realms, remains in effect to this day."
"Therefore, Lingshan has the right to enter."
Sun Wukong snorted coldly.
"Why didn't you mention the regulations when you tore up Article 4 seven hundred years ago?"
Guan Mo put his hands together in prayer.
"The tearing up of Article 4 was approved by the drafting office at the time."
"Article 7 hasn't been torn up yet."
He lifted his foot and stepped onto the first stone step.
The crack was still there. But when Guanyin stepped on it, the crack did not widen.
He took one step at a time. Three old monks followed behind.
When we reached level seven, the transfer passage lit up again.
This time it was a silvery-white light.
Three people emerged from the pillar of light.
Leading the group was Venus, followed by two officials from the Heavenly Court's Law Enforcement Department. Both wore blue robes with silver chain patterns embroidered on the hems.
Venus held a jade scroll in his hand.
He paused for a moment when he saw Guanmo.
"Senior Brother Guanmo has arrived as well."
Guan Mo turned around and glanced at him.
"Benefactor Taibai arrived quite quickly."
Venus walked up to the tower. He looked up at the patches on the tower wall.
Those patches are still being recycled. It's slow, but it hasn't stopped.
"Chen Fan." Venus held up the jade slip. "A hearing order from the Hall of Law."
"We need to hear about how Yang Jian's fragments helped you capture the tower."
Chen Fan didn't move.
"wait."
Venus frowned.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Wait until you've finished speaking."
Chen Fan took a step forward and stood in the center of the doorway. Behind him, the gray light inside the tower flickered.
You just mentioned two things.
"Order to observe the proceedings."
"There are also fragments of Yang Jian's works."
"The first thing is that we can talk. The second thing is that you're asking me a question."
He looked at Venus.
"Asking questions, not eavesdropping."
Venus's face darkened.
"The fact that Yang Jian's fragments appeared here violates the regulations for handling remains in the Three Realms. It's not unreasonable for the Heavenly Court to ask a question."
The voice just fell.
A voice came from inside the tower.
"That's excessive."
It's Yang Jian.
He didn't come out. But his voice came clearly from the sixth tower.
"Taibai".
"You're saying I broke the rules?"
"Then you should explain it first."
"That document that misled law enforcement back then."
"Who signed it?"
A flash of gray light appeared on the tower wall. A piece of paper floated out from the sixth tower.
The paper was covered with writing.
At the very bottom.
It was signed with the name of Venus.
Venus's hand froze.
The jade slip almost slipped from his hand.
Guan Mo turned around. His gaze fell on the paper.
moment.
He looked back.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"Benefactor Chen."
"This humble monk merely listened in."
"No intervention."
Chen Fan stepped aside, making way for him.
"Come in."
"But they can only stand in the audience area."
Guan Mo lifted his foot. The three old monks followed.
They entered the first level. Tang Sanzang looked up and glanced at Guan Mo.
then.
He turned over the first page of the case file.
Face up.
The first line of text is clearly written.
"Target of the overturning case: Lingshan Disciplinary Academy"
"Reversal of the verdict: Control of the root evidence in Buddhism."
Guan Mo stopped walking.
His eyes were fixed on the line of text.
Chen Fan spoke up from behind him.
"Monk."
"Didn't you want to sit in on the proceedings?"
"This is the first case."
"Publicly overturn the verdict."
"You happen to be here."
"Then," he paused. "...sit in the audience."
Guan Mo slowly turned around. His expression remained unchanged. But the wooden mallet in his hand made a very soft, crisp sound.
On the wooden fish mallet.
An extra crack appeared.
Venus was about to step through the door when he heard Chen Fan's words, and he put his foot down again.
"Chen Fan".
"We're here to listen in on the story of the capture of the tower."
Chen Fan turned to look at him.
"The matter of capturing the tower."
"Overturning the verdict is the same thing."
"You were eavesdropping on the attempt to seize the tower."
"We have to listen in on the proceedings and overturn the verdict."
"Don't you want to sit in on the conversation?"
"Can."
"Wait outside the tower."
Venus's expression changed.
He looked at the patches on the tower wall. The patches were still shrinking. They were already half-closed.
The black fog outside the tower grew thicker and thicker. That meant people were still rushing here.
Venus gritted his teeth.
"I'm listening."
Chen Fan stepped aside to open the door.
Venus entered with two people. They stood on the other side.
He was ten steps away from Guanmo.
Guan Mo was still standing. His gaze shifted from the case file in Tang Seng's hand to Chen Fan's face.
"Benefactor Chen."
"To overturn a verdict, the person seeking the overturning must be present in person."
Tang Sanzang stood up.
He put his hands together in prayer position.
"This humble monk is the one who overturns the verdict."
Guan Mo's gaze finally changed.
Not surprised.
It's cold.
Xuanzang.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Know."
Tang Sanzang picked up the first page of the case file and turned the page.
"Make the control of the root evidence of Buddhism public."
"Let everyone see."
"Look carefully."
He put the case file on the table.
"The first charge."
"Lingshan Vinaya Institute uses the power of root evidence to control."
"Tampering with the record of the Victorious Fighting Buddha becoming a Buddha."
The wooden fish mallet in Guanmo's hand cracked completely.
Wood chips fell to the ground.
The three old monks behind him stepped forward simultaneously. The gold thread on their cuffs lit up.
Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally.
The golden light swept over.
The golden threads on the three old monks dimmed simultaneously.
"Monk."
Sun Wukong grinned.
"I said I was just listening in."
"Don't move."
Guan Mo reached out and stopped the three old monks.
He looked at Chen Fan.
"This charge."
"Who proposed this?"
"This humble monk," Tang Sanzang spoke again.
He picked up the second page of the case file.
"There's a second item."
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"Illegal surveillance of the roots of Huaguo Mountain disciples."
Outside the tower.
A muffled sound suddenly came from within the black fog.
It looks like something broke.
Guan Mo's lips twitched slightly.
He slowly sat down on the stone bench to the side.
Venus stood on the other side. His face had turned pale.
Yang Jian's old document is still floating in the tower.
The words above.
Each one is crystal clear.
"Case of the Heavenly Court's Law Enforcement Hall Inducing Enforcement".
"Signature".
"Venus".
The chief editor walked up from the bottom of the tower.
He was holding a roll of new paper in his hand.
The pages turned by themselves.
Every page is blank.
But the footer of the first page.
The three characters have already been printed.
"Sequence Warfare"
Chen Fan glanced at it.
The chief scribe threw the roll of paper into the gray light.
The gray light suddenly exploded.
A line of large characters appeared on the tower wall.
"The Seventh Tower Reversal Sequence"
"Open battle".
"The first match."
"Lingshan Disciplinary Academy".
"A battle against each other."
"A coalition of those seeking to overturn verdicts."
Guan Mo sat on the stone bench.
He was still holding the broken wooden mallet in his hand.
The reflection of the large characters fell on his face.
His expression.
Finally, a crack appeared.
Venus took a step back.
His back slammed into the tower wall.
Outside the tower.
In the black fog.
More figures appeared.