In the last life, Ding Huan was carried by the scavenger old man, while in this life, he walked with a crutch following the scavenger old man.
The scavenger old man didn't go far, just a short twenty minutes, and the scavenger old man stopped outside a private workshop.
The workshop was written in random, sloppy letters with paint pens: Mutant Material Acquisition.
The old man rang the doorbell, but no one came to open it after a while. He knocked on the door forcefully again, and still, no one came.
Ding Huan's spiritual consciousness scanned in, although his spiritual consciousness was limited, he could still barely feel that no one was inside the courtyard.
"Hey, why is no one here today?" the old man frowned and muttered to himself.
After saying that, he turned to Ding Huan, "Let's wait here for a while; they must have someone coming."
Ding Huan helplessly said, "Even if we wait until next year, no one will come here."
"How do you know?" The old man looked puzzled at Ding Huan.
Ding Huan said indifferently, "Because everyone inside is dead."
At this moment, Ding Huan had already understood what was going on. This place was the territory of the Washing Blade Association. The business here was clearly black business, almost all of which were almost money-making deals without any investment.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the scavenger old man sold him for one thousand alliance coins in the previous life. However, a high-quality genetic compatibility body is worth at least one million alliance coins.
The Washing Blade Association took a thousand alliance coins to send the old man away and then resold him for one million, even more.
"Humph, do you know who they are? This is the territory of the Washing Blade Association. If the people inside hear that, you're dead meat." The scavenger old man huffed, his tone becoming severe.
Evidently, in his eyes, Ding Huan was just a little Kalamay, far less valuable than the middle-aged woman who gave him a box of food.
Ding Huan chuckled and dropped the stick from his hand, saying, "Because it was me who killed them. Don't you think I would know?"
"I not only know all of this, but I also know that you brought me here to sell to them, because I am a genetic compatibility body."
He didn't expect that he had wiped out the Washing Blade Association of Luohe, changing the history.
Does he need to go and find the Luohe Gene Alliance branch himself later?
Ding Huan immediately shook his head, saying that there's no need to look for it.
The reason why he appeared in the fleet of the Gene Alliance when they left Earth was that he was an excellent experimental subject. The Luohe branch sent him to headquarters.
Now, with his presence, many things have changed, and he can no longer think in the same way as before.
"You..." The scavenger old man shockedly looked at Ding Huan.
But he suddenly found that the parchment scroll in his hand flew up involuntarily and fell into Ding Huan's hands.
"That's my stuff..." The old man hurried to reach for it, but after taking a step, he quickly stopped.
He remembered what Ding Huan had said earlier: the Washing Blade Association had been killed by Ding Huan, so why should he go up to die?
The moment the scroll reached Ding Huan's hands, he was even more certain that it was made of the same material as the one he had previously obtained.
"Say, where did this scroll come from?" Ding Huan's words were filled with a killing aura.
The scavenger old man shivered and quickly replied, "It was obtained from the root of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree..."
"Humph, can't you come up with a decent reason when you're lying?" Ding Huan sneered.
Ding Huan knew about that tree, it was located inside Luohe City, specifically behind a small mountain on the back of Wu University of Luohe.
When Ding Huan was very young, the school had taken him to visit this tree. Not only Ding Huan's school but almost any school in Luohe would visit this tree.
This tree is a world heritage site, not because it is precious, but because of its long history.
According to experts, the tree has been estimated to have a lifespan of at least ten thousand years.
Moreover, this ancient tree is quite peculiar. Fifty years ago, the circumference of this ancient tree was at most sixty meters. In just a few decades, the circumference of this ancient tree had grown close to one hundred meters.
It is for this reason that the ancient tree was listed as a World Heritage Site.
The ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree is definitely an ancient tree, but Ding Huan doesn't know if it's over one hundred thousand years old. He can be certain that the root of the ancient tree cannot produce a scroll.
The scavenger old man hurriedly said, "It's truly from the root of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree. I can take you to see it."
Seeing that the old man doesn't seem to be lying, Ding Huan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Okay, let's go."
To the ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree, Ding Huan does not need the old man to lead the way.
Feeling that the old man was walking too slowly, Ding Huan directly called a car.
The streets now lack the bustle of the past, and taxis are driven at an extreme speed. Less than half an hour, Ding Huan and the scavenger old man had arrived at the back of Wu University of Luohe.
Before reaching the ancient tree, Ding Huan was already certain that it had grown thicker. At this moment, the circumference of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree must have exceeded one hundred meters.
He has spiritual awareness, and he is confident that he will not be mistaken. After all, when he left school, the circumference of the ancient tree was less than one hundred meters.
Part of the ancient tree's roots look like an irregular net, with crisscrossing roots emerging from the ground and covering an area of hundreds of square meters.
The tree roots are even more dense and cover a larger area than before.
"This is the place. When I came here to rest, the scroll was on the roots of the tree..." The old man hurriedly walked to the side of the ten-thousand-year-old cypress tree and explained eagerly.
While speaking, he also pointed to the gaps between the protruding roots, indicating that that was the position where the scroll appeared.
Ding Huan looked over and saw what seemed to be a tombstone there.
As the scavenger old man was halfway through his sentence, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes. He then reached out and grabbed towards the position he had just pointed to.
Ding Huan saw from a distance that the position the old man had pointed to actually had something similar to a scroll, and it looked like a cultivation method.
Ding Huan didn't move. This should be the genetic cultivation method mentioned on the scroll.
It was too mysterious and too strange.
Before Ding Huan could even think about what was going on, he saw the thing in the old man's hand suddenly disappear, just like snow melting away.
Then the old man's throat began to emit a series of erp sounds, and following that, he collapsed to the ground with no sign of life again.
So powerful!
Ding Huan took a deep breath and retreated two steps subconsciously.
The poison is too powerful, and he is now certain that the scroll in his hand as well as the suddenly appeared fake cultivation method are all carefully prepared backup plans by someone.
This person had the old man bring him to the Gene Alliance and then waited for the old man to return to kill him in order to silence him.
The biggest beneficiary in this process was him, Ding Huan. He was saved, regained his eyesight, and left Earth.
Ding Huan suddenly remembered, does this man calculate that many years later, when Earth enters its third cycle, he will be rescued by the Gene Alliance and then follow the Gene Alliance to leave Earth and wander to Changyi Continent?
If that's the case, then this person is too terrifying.
Because if the Genetic Beast continues to rampage like this, the human race on Earth might become extinct.
In his previous life, he left Earth and had no knowledge of what happened afterward.
Why would the other person save him? And why would they go to such lengths to calculate Ding Huan's situation many years later?
And that's not all. How did he happen to obtain the memory scroll left behind by the other person?
The memory scroll is absolutely incredible.
Looking at the old man lying dead on the ground, Ding Huan felt increasingly restless and uneasy.
Suddenly, Ding Huan had an idea that even he wasn't daring to think. That the scroll was actually something he had left behind himself.
Could it be that in the ancient times, he was a supreme deity, and he knew he would die and that there would be a calamity many years later?
Because he knew these things, he spent immense effort setting up all these things, for the sake of survival.
Otherwise, it doesn't make sense.
Who would go to such lengths for a stranger?
Only someone doing it for themselves could exert such great effort to calculate everything. If that were true, the former him must have been a ruthless individual.
Ding Huan thought harder and harder, and the situation was not impossible, but too plausible.
Considering the authors of classics like "The Book of the Deities," "Journey to the West," and other mythological novels. Assuming his guess is correct, these authors could indeed be reincarnations of fallen deities from the divine era.
They simply used the vague memories imprinted in their minds to write these novels that feel like they are real, depicting the divine and immortal world.
Then why couldn't he have been a powerful being in the past?
In novels about the era of gods and immortals, there are numerous beings capable of deducing the past and future. If he is correct in his doubts, then he should be the reincarnation of which supreme being?
After a long while, Ding Huan finally calmed down. He looked at the old man's body and felt unwilling to accept that his conjecture was true.
If everything really did as he conjectured, then his previous personality definitely wouldn't be the one he likes now.
The scavenger old man in front of him, despite his selfishness and self-interest, was the one who had saved him. A person like this was also silenced under the calculations.
Sighing, Ding Huan extended his hand and threw a ball of fire, reducing the old man to ashes.
Ding Huan dared not get close to the tree, as it was very strange.
As for whether these are what he has set up, it's just a guess on his part. With his current strength, it's best to keep away.
As Ding Huan prepared to leave, two figures appeared at the edge of his spiritual awareness, a man and a woman.
That woman he recognized, the woman he had been secretly in love with for years, Luo Xinwei.
Luo Xinwei being here was normal, as this woman was the guidance counselor of Wu University of Luohe.
"It's you? Ding Xiao... Ding Huan?"
Luo Xinwei obviously saw Ding Huan as well, and she called out excitedly.
The man beside Luo Xinwei was not only tall but also quite handsome. Ding Huan was around one meter eighty, and this guy was half a head taller than him.
Meeting Luo Xinwei by chance, Ding Huan felt no joy. He just nodded and casually greeted her before turning to leave.
Today's events were too strange, so Ding Huan decided to go back first and study the scroll on his body. Whether he needed to come back to study this strange ancient tree, he still had to think about it.
"Wait a moment, Ding Huan. Are you really the one who taught Fang Chong and them?" Luo Xinwei excitedly chased after him a few steps, her voice carrying before she even reached him.
"Oh, it's mainly Teacher Geng who's teaching them, and I just added some salt." Ding Huan wasn't interested in chatting with this woman, so he said something casual and walked away.
"You are Ding Huan?" The tall man behind Luo Xinwei spoke up.
