Chapter 448: Peeping into the True Destiny

"It seems that Director Huang Jinglu has died."

The gentle voice sighed: "Sorry, Luo Zhiling, forgive me for being blunt. Killing the action director of the Supervisory Council is a serious violation. If you don't give a reasonable explanation, the Supervisory Council has the right to judge the murderer."

He paused and smiled: "Even if it is the ninth turn, it cannot be exempted."

When Luo Chengyun heard this, he immediately cut off the communication, and his expression was extremely ugly.

And in the Supervisory Council headquarters in the Imperial Capital.

There was a peaceful atmosphere everywhere.

Everyone's face was full of smiles, and they didn't seem to be nervous about the current situation at all.

It's just that the smile seemed a little stiff, and it didn't look like a living person.

"Just now Luo Chengyun tried to contact us, or proceed according to the plan?"

Several pale-faced liaisons shuttled side by side in the corridor, and one of the younger men said: "Huang Jinglu is dead, so far everything has been carried out according to our plan."

"The next step is to find Tong You and the real Huang Jinglu, kill them, and there will be no loopholes."

His voice was very gentle, and it was the person who had just talked to Luo Chengyun.

But while he was talking, his mouth suddenly split open and half of his tongue fell out.

When it landed, the half of his tongue completely rotted, and many black bugs flew out of it.

He looked down, held his chin expressionlessly, and made chewing movements with his mouth.

After a moment, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

The other people turned a blind eye.

Another woman who looked to be in her early thirties said lightly: "It doesn't matter whether the real Huang Jinglu is dead or alive. As long as the identity of Huang Jinglu is dead, no one will believe him."

"But Tong You is still helping him." The man who lost half of his tongue said indifferently: "Although Tong You is useless, he can still exert the strength of the ninth turn."

"Don't pay attention to it."

The man walking in the front suddenly said: "The gods have already arranged everything, we just need to keep the plan going."

He seemed to have a different identity, so as soon as he spoke, the other two shut up.

A few seconds later, the woman asked, "How is the progress of the plan in other places?"

"The Sakura Country has completely collapsed."

"The next step is the Eagle Country. Because of the "Divine Light" sitting in, the situation will be relatively troublesome, but the Federation has been infiltrated by us by 40%."

The two answered one after another.

The man walking in front nodded: "Scatter all the "curse puppets". You should know who to find."

The two nodded silently.

The three figures gradually disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

...

Wisdom Academy.

Xie Ling stayed in the library, with a pile of books in front of him.

He frowned and thought while flipping through them quickly, with sweat all over his forehead.

"No, it's still not right."

"Supervisory Council? That's not the point."

"The basic framework of the six prefectures will not collapse, it can be stable."

"The Academy Association alone can replace the other five prefectures to support the basic operation of Dragon Country."

"Just the Supervisory Council? Impossible."

If you look closely at the books in front of him, they are all in the form of diaries.

Records the "inspirations" he has sorted out over the years.

Now he is looking through his diary, and all those "inspirations" have gathered into a big river.

The scene in front of him is becoming clearer and clearer.

At this moment, Xie Ling seems to be in the real long river of fate, and countless tributaries have been cut off by him, and the result he wants to see is almost in front of him.

This is equivalent to a real peek into fate.

He saw many people in this long river.

There are Hua Zhen and Gu Changling.

There are Ningchuan and Li Dangxian.

There are rocks... clear... Wanxiang...

There are many faces of Jiuzhuan.

Even people he is familiar with or unfamiliar with are presented one by one.

But until now, he has not seen himself.

Nor has he seen Chu Ran.

"Is the timing still wrong?" Xie Ling's eyes slowly turned into a sickly gray-white color, and he clenched the pages of the book in a somewhat decadent manner, "Is it still too far from the fate I saw back then?"

But now it is the most urgent moment.

He has never felt so close to the choice of fate.

That's why he hid in the library of the academy and in Huazhen's territory, because only here can he be given a safe enough environment to choose the right one among billions of choices.

"I must have overlooked something. Think about it again." He gritted his teeth, picked up the first diary, and was about to read it again when Han Xingye's voice came from the communication: "Xie Ling, someone from the Supervisory Committee is looking for you."

Boom!

There seemed to be a shocking explosion in the depths of Xie Ling's mind.

He clearly saw that the clear river of fate seemed to be stained by ink and quickly became turbid and dark.

A huge shadow appeared on the other side.

He only saw a pair of pupils that seemed to contain the endless universe.

Then he was expelled from this state of 'inspiration'.

Xie Ling's body softened and he fell directly on the diary.

Blood kept gushing out of his mouth and nose, and his bones seemed to be broken.

He took a breath and waved his hand to 'cut off' his fate.

The next second.

He appeared in his dormitory.

This is his anchor.

Almost all the injuries on his body have recovered, but his eyes are still gray and white, and there seems to be something terrifying in the depths of his pupils.

"It's those eyes..." Xie Ling covered his forehead, forcing himself not to think about those eyes, took a deep breath and walked out of the dormitory, and said to Han Xingye: "Old Han, keep them."

Han Xingye said a little strangely: "Of course they are kept, they are in the reception room of the main building, come quickly."

"I'm not talking about keeping them."

Xie Ling said: "Pull a few people, control them, and wait for me to come."

After saying that, he cut off the communication, rushed up directly, set off a huge wave of sound, and went straight to the main building.

In the reception room of the main building, Han Xingye was stunned, as if he didn't understand what Xie Ling said.

And the three supervisory committee action personnel sitting opposite him were still waiting quietly.

One of them picked up the teacup and said with a smile: "Director Han, when will Dean Xie arrive?"

Han Xingye came back to his senses: "What? Oh, I don't want to drink, you drink it yourself."

The other party was stunned, holding the teacup and not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"We are asking when Dean Xie will arrive." The other person put on a cold face: "Director Han, we have something important to ask him, I hope you can urge him."

It was not until then that Han Xingye reacted, and he looked at the three people with a strange look.

At the same time, he hid his hands behind his back, summoned his hammer, and walked over.