第一百五十章 答案在这里
Mori looked at the boy:
莫里看向少年：
“Constitutional monarchy, you mean that period in our country’s history that lasted only about a decade…”
“立宪制，你说的是那个我们国家历史上，只持续了十年左右的…”
Hong Haocheng smiled:
洪灏承笑了笑：
“Exactly as you think. If you’re not careful, everything from the past can flare up again. Though the analogy isn’t quite fitting, the essence remains the same. The calamity this world faces is likewise.
“就是你想的那样，稍不注意，曾经的一切都会死灰复燃。虽然比喻得不恰当，但本质是一样。这个世界面对的灾难亦是如此。
“By the same logic, if our failed plan were to leak out, it would be truly tragic if, after being recorded in the world’s history, it evolved toward an inevitably doomed end. So don’t ask, and I won’t say. Don’t you dare ask—I’m afraid I might not hold back.”
“以此类推，我们的失败方案若是泄漏出去，世界记录后，若演化向注定失败的结果，也是很可悲的事啊。所以你别问，我也不会说。你千万别问，我怕我忍不住。”
“Alright…”
“好吧…”
Mollie felt deflated and overwhelmed.
莫里感觉有点泄气的头大。
Just moments ago, he thought his strength had nearly caught up with the first echelon, but now, faced with this sudden appearance, everything he had before seemed insignificant—amounting to nothing.
之前他还觉得自己实力已经算是快跟上第一梯队了，但此刻面对这突然出现的家伙，之前拥有的一切又像是什么都算不上，根本不起眼。
Hong Haocheng continued writing with his head down, speaking as he wrote:
洪灏承继续埋头书写，他边写边道：
“Ah, heh heh. In one possibility, Old Yang had already come here and acquired the blood sculpture. But this time, because of our meeting, us two brothers, his entry timing got delayed. Of course, that’s a good thing for me.”
“唉嗐嗐。在某个可能性中，老杨其实已经来过这里，获得血脉雕塑了。不过这次因为咱们俩兄弟的密会，他进入的时机被延迟，当然这对我来说是好事。”
“A parallel universe?”
“平行宇宙？”
“No.”
“不是。”
Mollie looked up: “Could it be that, besides Shi Qian, there’s someone even more formidable targeting him?”
莫里抬起头：“难道是除了时迁，还有更厉害的人在针对他？”
“NO…”
“NO…”
Hong Haocheng let out a startled gasp: “Almost forgot, they can monitor these psionic fields too. Hmm, let’s not talk about this. Anyway, just head toward a new trajectory of fate.”
洪灏承惊呼了下道：“差点忘了，这些念力场他们也能监测，嗯，我们就不要谈论这件事了。反正，只要你们去往新的命运轨迹就好了。”
“A trajectory of fate? What exactly is that?”
“命运轨迹？那到底是什么？”
Hong Haocheng raised the paper in his hand:
洪灏承扬了扬手上的纸张：
“At the end of this story, a boy named Lin Feng exchanged a new world possibility with that being who controls the Void Zero Temple, thus the world destined for destruction opened a new ending.”
“在这个故事的结局，名为林风的家伙向掌控虚零神殿的那位存在兑换了一个新的世界可能性，于是注定走向毁灭的世界开启了新结局。”
Mori glanced at the paper.
莫里看了眼纸张。
“Didn’t you say the story’s ending was botched?”
“你不是说故事烂尾了吗？”
“Oh, you! Do you think this crappy place can handle such information? Keeping even a few words here cost me my life. If I put all the information in here, this guy’s psychokinesis field would explode. And to stuff it all in, you’d be the first to perish, soul and body.”
“哎哟，你这个人。你以为这破地方能承载这样的信息吗，能留下只言片语都已经要我老命了，真要把所有信息都放在这里，这家伙的念力场会爆掉的。而且，真全塞进来，第一个神魂俱灭的应该是你。”
“Then… alright.”
“那…好吧。”
Mori fell silent, thinking that not even a complete record of one person’s deeds could be accommodated here, yet this guy had the nerve to write stories of two people.
莫里无言了，口中说着一个人的完整事迹都不能承载，眼前这家伙却还打算写两个人的故事。
“So whose is the other story?”
“那另一个故事是谁的？”
Hong Haocheng clearly had no intention of revealing who the other story’s protagonist was, just sighing with an occasional ‘aiyah.’
洪灏承显然不打算再开口介绍另一位故事主角的事，只是哎呀哎呀的叹息。
The boy scribbled furiously, feeling the nib of his pen about to spark flames:
少年埋奋笔疾书，感觉笔尖要擦出火花了：
“If I were you, I’d take this chance to cultivate. Remember, a thousand or two thousand years here is only a little over a day in the outside world. Go on, get out! Oh, by the way, tell them to get that statue done properly. The guy up there will face a lot fewer troubles at the start. Everywhere has statues, but those worth having are held by crafty types.”
“如果我是你，我会乘此机会去修行，要知道这里一两千年，在外面也才过去一天多时间而已。去去去。对了，你去叮嘱他们搞好那个雕像，那家伙上去后初期会减少很多麻烦。那儿虽然雕像遍地，但拥有它们的都不是善茬儿。”
Mori was speechless, the information surfacing in his mind telling him he could leave freely.
莫里无语，他脑海中浮现出的信息告诉自己可以随意离开。
After all, there was no telling how long he would have to write this stuff here, and Mori didn’t want any more exchanges with whatever magical pattern manifested in his mind. So he got up and prepared to leave.
反正这玩意儿不知道要在这里写多久，莫里也不想跟自己脑海中魔纹化现的东西有更多交流，于是他起身准备离开。
“Oh, by the way.”
“对了。”
The boy called out to stop Mori: “To avoid changing too much of the future at the same point in time, don’t tell him about what happened here. Otherwise, you know what spacetime backlash means.”
少年叫住莫里，“为了避免在同一个时间点改变太多未来，你别告诉他关于这里的事情。否则时空的反噬你懂得。”
Mori nodded silently, then directly left this sub-ether field, reappearing in the bedroom from before.
莫里沉默地点点头，随后直接离开了这片亚以太场，出现在之前的卧室。
“I’ve actually been asleep for this long. To these people in this world, I am… the Sleeping King?”
“我居然已经睡了这么久，对这个世界的人来说，我…睡美王？”
Mori rubbed his chin.
莫里摸了摸下巴。
In the sub-ether space. With Mori’s departure, Hong Haocheng fell quiet, the scratch of paper and pen sounding softly. After who knew how many days, he looked up.
亚以太空间中。随着莫里的离去，洪灏承变得安静起来，纸笔沙沙作响，也不知多少天后，他抬起头。
These two books were not being written as quickly as he had imagined. The more critical the information point, the more energy it consumed.
这两部书写得没有想象的那么迅速，越是到关键信息点，所消耗的能量就越多。
“Haocheng,” he muttered. “You should be coming over soon, right?”
“灏承。”他念叨了句，“你应该快过来了吧。”
With a raise of the boy’s hand, countless trajectories resembling maps emerged around this space. Yet they were not flat—rather, they formed the silhouettes of numerous human figures.
少年手一抬，这片空间四周浮现出无数的类似地图的轨迹，而它们却并非平面，却是构成了一道道人影的形状。
Traces of light constantly wandered along the strands outlining these human silhouettes. Some moved quickly, others slowly; some were intricate, some simple.
一道道光迹在这些组成人形轮廓的线条上不断游走，有的快有的慢，有的繁复有的简单。
Among them, a silhouette formed by one strand closely resembled Mori.
其中有一道线条组成的轮廓非常类似莫里。
Hong Haocheng waved his hand, and the trajectory similar to Mori appeared in his grasp, unfurling to become a map with single sweeping lines.
洪灏承的手一招，与莫里相似的轨迹出现在他手上展开，真变成了一副单线条地图。
This map featured regions resembling Earth’s Americas and Asia, but most of the terrain belonged to areas not part of the human world.
这幅地图上有类似地球美洲、亚洲的区域，但更多的是不属于人类世界的地形区域。
After some thought, the boy pressed this map into the last page of the book and wrote on it:
想了想，少年将这副地图压在了这本书的最后一页，并在这页上写道：
—Lin Feng gave that one opportunity to ask a question to the father of Odd Eaves Nine Blessings, thinking that this man, who had lost someone dear to him, needed the answer to a certain question more than himself.
——林风将那一次提问的机会让给了奇檐九福的父亲，他想，这位痛失所爱的人比自己更需要某个问题的答案。
—As an all-knowing entity, He must surely know about methods of resurrection. As for the way back to Earth, clues will surely surface during the journey ahead.
——作为无所不知的存在，祂一定晓得复活人的信息吧。至于回到地球的方法，总会在接下来的旅途中找到线索的。
—After all, opportunities to seek counsel from Mr. Mọbańu Jumblane will come again, but this chance to question the Lord of Void Zero will likely be a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence.
——毕竟，向摩巴奴•尊布兰先生求教的机会还会再遇到，而这个向虚零之主提问的机会，恐怕毕生再难求。
“Yang Zicang, Moli’s resurrected answer is here.”
“杨子藏，莫里复生的答案在这里。”
He gently patted the book’s pages.
他轻轻拍了拍书页。
……
……
Zuo Feixian was meditating inside the tent, practicing the Silent Night style.
左非闲正在帐篷中冥想，修习着沉吟之夜。
The image of that stone appeared in his mind.
那块石头的形象出现在心中。
{Come to me.}
{来我这里。}
He suddenly opened his eyes and pondered doubtfully for a while.
他突然张开眼来，狐疑的思考了阵子。
“Here it comes again. Forget it—you can’t fully trust a monster.”
“又来了。还是算了，怪物不能完全相信。”
Having said that, he happily closed his eyes again and continued cultivating the energy trajectories of the secret technique within his body. Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open to look at the iron alarm clock beside him.
说罢，他继续美滋滋的闭目运转秘技在体内的能量轨迹。突地他张眼看向旁边的铁皮闹钟。
“Damn, it’s already time to switch shifts with that kid Wang Chong.”
“糟糕，已经到换王翀那小子班的时候了。”
Zuo Feixian stood up, stretched, and went out to relieve Wang Chong, who was patrolling the market, so he could rest.
左非闲起身伸了个懒腰，出门换正在巡逻集市的王翀去休息。
At night, Yang Zicang continued inscribing magical runes on the wall.
夜里，杨子藏继续在墙上做着魔纹的刻画。
Since the arduous defeat of the vine monster in the mountains, the peril posed by powerful creatures in this fallen, frequency-lost region had been completely lifted. Rather than losing its vitality, the market had actually attracted many ordinary people now that the phantoms were gone. This rekindled the spirits of Yuanlong and others, who had grown somewhat disheartened.
自从将山里那藤蔓魔物给费力击败后，这处跌落进失频之地的山峦内算是彻底解除了强大魔物带来的危机。集市没有因此失去人气，反而因为没有了幻影而吸引了很多普通人的到来。这一点让本有些灰心的元龙等人重新振奋起了精神。
Thus, Yang Zicang had spent the past two days enduring pain, working overtime to carve the auto-crafting shed magical patterns.
因此杨子藏这两天时间都在忍受着痛苦，加班加点的刻画自动作棚魔纹。
Suddenly, a folded line shot toward him. After sensing the sender, Yang Zicang connected with slight hesitation.
突然一道折线射来，感受了下发起人后，杨子藏略带疑惑的接通。
“Deputy Town Head, why aren’t you resting so late?”
“副镇，怎么这么晚还没休息。”
{Someone has been recruited into the Lost Illusion Company.}
{有人被录用进遗失幻境公司了。}
Yang Zicang’s heart immediately tightened.
杨子藏心中顿时一紧。
“Who?”
“谁？”
{Zorro.}
{佐罗。}
Hearing this name, Yang Zicang involuntarily let out a breath of relief.
听到这个名字，杨子藏不由自主呼出口气。
The two fell silent for a few seconds, then Yang Zicang laughed: “Seems my assistant is quite popular.”
两人沉默了几息，杨子藏笑道：“看来我的助手挺受人欢迎。”
{Perhaps it’s because those with bad luck are already blessed.}
{或许是因为水逆的人，本就拥有好运吧。}
The connection was severed. Yang Zicang stood up and relaxed by shaking his hands and feet—this time, he was genuinely relieved.
连接断掉，杨子藏站起身放松地抖了抖手脚，这次他是真的轻松了。
Just as he resumed lifting his carving tool, a figure outline appeared beside him.
刚继续抬起刻刀，他身侧出现一道人影轮廓。
“Wuying.” Yang Zicang’s eyes sharpened. “Still here, huh? What, planning to tempt me with that treasure again? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t sell anymore?”
“无影。”杨子藏双目一凝，“你还在这里。怎么，又想拿那宝物来吊我胃口了？不是不卖了吗。”
“Heh, no deal but no bad blood—don’t make me sound awful.”
“嘿嘿，买卖不成仁义在，别把我说得跟什么似的。”
The young man who had appeared reached into a bamboo basket by Yang Zicang’s feet, picked up a piece of emerald magical essence crystal, and tossed it in his hand.
现身的青年从杨子藏脚边的箩筐里，拿起块翠绿的魔晶石在手中抛了抛。
He turned his head and said, “No one in our team will cause trouble anymore from now on. Pretty good.”
他扭头道：“以后我们团队的麻烦没有人来阻止了，挺不错的。”
Yang Zicang stared into his smiling eyes and asked:
杨子藏注视着他含笑的眼睛道：
“You already know?”
“你也知道了？”
“After all, they’re our team’s old rival. Many times that masked man and that damn motorcycle ruined things for us. That guy not showing up in the Frequency-Lost Land from now on is a huge blessing for us.”
“毕竟是咱们团队的老对手。好多事情都被面罩男和那可恶的摩托给搅黄了。那家伙从今以后不用出现在失频之地上，对我们来说是天大的好事。”
In the Frequency-Lost Land, stories of competition and clashes between Zorro and Shi Qian have been told since ancient times.
失频之地上，从有很早就有佐罗与时迁之间较量比拼的故事。
Yang Zicang thought for a moment, then a flash of insight struck him, and his heart beat slightly.
杨子藏想了想，忽地灵光一闪，心脏微跳。
“You all…”
“你们…”
Shi Qian’s lips curved slightly upward.
时迁嘴唇微翘。
He set down the magical crystal, shook the cloth pouch containing the square object in his hand, and said:
他放下魔晶石，晃着手上装着方形物的布袋道：
“I thought it over. This thing is useful, but hoarding treasures is like biting off more than one can chew—it doesn’t suit me. So, the same price as before. If you want it, remember to reach out to me. We can have a drink together some other time. See you.”
“这东西我想了想，虽然好用但宝物贪多嚼不烂，跟我不搭。所以嘛还是那个价格，你若是想要，记得联系我。以后有空一起喝酒，再见。”
With that, Shadowless disappeared on the spot.
说罢，无影消失在原地。
YangZicang chuckled lightly as well; was this the unspoken understanding among them all?
杨子藏也轻轻笑了下，这就是大家之间的默契吗。
Everyone chosen by Zorro as an assistant was helping to fulfill his journey in their own way… towards entering that place.
所有被佐罗选为助手的人，都在以各自的方式成就着他…进入那个地方。
……
……
After leading the large group back to the shelter from the Lost Frequency Land, Yang Zicang prepared Zuo Feixian and Fan Xiuyun to start building the Lost Engine. Although Zorro had successfully entered Lost Illusion Company, it didn’t mean his matters in the Lost Frequency Land were over.
带大部队从失频之地回到营地后，杨子藏准备着左非闲和范修云开始准备制作失念引擎。佐罗虽然已经成功进入遗失幻境公司，但不代表自己在失频之地上的事就没有了。
The boisterous bunch quickly built a large log cabin and had a celebration inside.
喧闹的一伙人很快搭出个大木屋来，在其中庆祝了一翻。
At the banquet, although Yang Zicang appeared cheerful, there was a faint unease in his heart. Because the Single-Frequency Inn had been confirmed destroyed, and apart from the tracks that disappeared a few hundred meters away, no other information about the perpetrator had been found.
酒宴上，杨子藏虽看上去高兴，心中却隐隐有着危机。因为独频客栈已确认被毁灭，关于行凶者的信息，除了那道在几百米外消失的车辙，其它却什么也没有找到。
“We must also make a good name for ourselves at the Autumn Signing Conference,” Zuo Feixian said with great enthusiasm.
“秋订会我们也要好好打响名头。”左非闲的兴致很不错的道。
“The next time we come across something as good as selling incense pills, who knows how many years it will take. Thanks to Brother Yang, each of us got a good share of the chronology this time.”
“下次要是再有这种卖香丸的好事，不知道得多少年以后了。托杨哥的福，我们这次每人都分到了好多时序啊。”
“Such a pity that the time was a bit short. But with those monsters lurking around, it’s good to get rid of them sooner.”
“可惜了，就是时间有点短。不过有那种怪物潜伏，早点消灭也是好的。”
Everyone beamed with joy, and Yang Zicang responded with a dry chuckle or two.
大家喜笑颜开，杨子藏干笑应和了两声。
Zuo Feixian stood up and stretched, twisting his body left and right, when suddenly his gaze froze.
左非闲起身伸了个懒腰，左右扭了下身子，忽地眼神就没动了。
He stared at the small woods outside the door and whispered to the person beside him:
他盯着门外的小树林小声对着身旁的人道：
“Xiuyun, who moved that stone over there?”
“修云，那石头是谁放过来的？”
Fan Xiuyun at the table turned to look at the small woods; a stone with a faint human-shaped relief lay under a tree.
桌上的范修云转头看了眼小树林旁，一株树下躺着块有隐约人形浮雕的石头。
“Oh, that? It was brought here the day before yesterday by a man named Li Shangxiang. He also bought a few trees. He said he was a friend of Brother Yang, and I thought he looked a bit familiar, so I let him buy them.”
“哦，它呀，是上上前天一个叫李尚响的送来的。他还买走了几棵树。嗯，他还说是咱们杨哥的朋友来着，我也感觉有点眼熟，就让他买了。”
Zuo Feixian walked over and looked at it for a while, then relaxed—it wasn’t his stone.
左非闲走过去看了阵，随后放下心来，不是自己的那块石头。
However, wherever there was a stone, it ultimately became a medium-to-large shed area. This was a good omen, though it was unclear whether the thing in question was indeed that kind of stone.
不过，凡是有石头的地方最后都成了中大型棚区，这算是个好兆头，虽然不知道这玩意儿是不是那种石头就是了。
After dividing the proceeds, Shed Master Song and Ning Yang played here for half a day before leaving. On their end, Yang Zicang had already allocated thirty to forty thousand timings to each of their two teams and considered them long-term strategic partners of Grand Party A.
分账后，宋棚主和宁洋在这里玩了半天便离开。这两位那边，杨子藏已经分给了他们两支团队各三、四万时序，并且将他们算作了大甲方的长期合作伙伴。
As for himself… Yang Zicang let out a sigh. After all this hard work, he hadn’t earned as much as they imagined, with only about forty to fifty thousand left.
至于自己…杨子藏一声哀叹，忙活了这么久，自己赚得并没有他们想像得多，只剩余了四五万左右。
“Looks like I’ll have to keep relying on Mo Li and Boppoli’s petty cash fund…”
“看来，还得继续靠莫里和波波利的小金库支助啊…”