Chapter 40 Crisis

Knock, knock, knock

"The door is unlocked."

Anbei pushed the door open and came in: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Deputy Director Qian Chongchong nodded.

Anbei looked around: "Teacher, why is your room so cool? Is the air conditioner on?"

Qian Chongchong sighed: "The salary is naturally cool."

Anbei couldn't help but smile. He knew what his teacher was talking about. Because of the renovation of the dormitory, Qian Chongchong's salary has not increased once in so many years. It's quite interesting to think about it carefully.

Qian Chongchong raised his hand: "Sit down."

Anbei sat down opposite Qian Chongchong obediently.

He respected Qian Chongchong from the bottom of his heart, because he felt that Qian Chongchong might be the person who understood the ancient gods most deeply in the whole federation. No matter what questions he asked, Qian Chongchong could answer one or two, and they were all reasonable and not made up.

The ancient gods are dangerous creatures. The more you know about them, the less dangerous it is to contact them in the future. So Anbei is very grateful for Qian Chongchong's careful teaching of him.

An Bei waited for Qian Chongchong to speak with a burning gaze, but Qian Chongchong seemed to be completely unaware and slowly bent down to take out a set of tea sets from under the coffee table.

An Bei's eyes suddenly became solemn. He suddenly realized that Qian Chongchong must have called him here to discuss something important, otherwise he would not have been treated so politely. So he did not show any impatience, his face and posture became more respectful, and he silently waited for Qian Chongchong to make tea.

The room became quiet, and the sound of water was particularly clear.

Boiling water at about 80 degrees flew from the spout of the kettle into the covered bowl, soaking the slightly cool cup body, and then poured the water into the fairness cup, and then poured the water in the fairness cup into two teacups.

This step is called warming the cups.

Qian Chongchong silently poured the water from several teacups into the water pot, then picked up a bamboo piece with a few tea leaves, and used a golden teaspoon to push the tea leaves on it into the covered bowl.

This step is called pouring tea.

After pouring tea, pour water again. White smoke rose from the covered bowl, and the rich tea fragrance overflowed from the covered bowl, quickly filling every corner of the room. The first brewed tea was too strong to drink, so Qian Chongchong poured the tea into the water pot.

This step is called washing the tea.

At this point, most of the tea brewing process had passed, but Qian Chongchong still said nothing, which made Anbei feel depressed.

What exactly did the teacher want to say?

Anbei's calm heart began to get a little anxious.

As if sensing Anbei's anxiety, Qian Chongchong finally spoke: "Anbei, have I ever told you before that tea is actually a kind of offering to the ancient gods?"

Anbei was stunned for a moment: "No."

Qian Chongchong said slowly: "Some ancient gods love to drink tea, so they set tea as their own offerings and let believers pick the best tea leaves to offer to themselves. If the believers cannot satisfy the ancient gods, they will be stuck on the tea trees by the ancient gods."

Anbei frowned: "This is too cruel."

Qian Chongchong smiled and shook his head: "It is indeed too cruel. Ancient gods rarely treat believers well. But the ancient gods are different to their own kind. Although they fight each other, it is no different from the wars in human history."

Anbei's eyes were a little confused. He felt that Qian Chongchong had something to say, but he couldn't hear it.

Qian Chongchong didn't continue to speak, but picked up the teapot and poured water into the covered bowl again. This time the tea is ready to drink. Qian Chongchong filtered the tea in the covered bowl into the fairness cup, and then used the fairness cup to pour the clear tea water that had been removed from the tea leaves into the teacup.

Qian Chongchong brought a teacup to Anbei.

He said gently: "Please have some tea."

Anbei's physique as a god-favored person allowed him to endure the high temperature of 80 degrees, so he just picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The tea was bitter but also had a strange fragrance.

Anbei praised: "Good tea!"

Qian Chongchong's face turned dark.

"Evil disciple!"

"Is this how you drink tea?!"

Anbei shrank his head in embarrassment.

Tea, isn't it still water?

Qian Chongchong sighed: "I shouldn't have made tea for you. Life is already so hard, and I have to make things difficult for myself. It's not worth it."

Anbei smiled foolishly and asked: "Teacher, don't keep me in suspense. What happened?"

Qian Chongchong slumped back on the sofa.

"Anbei, the Special Affairs Response Department is going to be reorganized into the God-Slaying Department. What do you think about this?"

Anbei scratched his head: "The name is a bit mysterious."

Qian Chongchong stared: "Besides this?"

Anbei said happily: "I got promoted in disguise!"

This evil disciple

Qian Chongchong rubbed his temples.

"Don't you think the Federation is too murderous?"

Qian Chongchong stared at Anbei's eyes and asked.

Anbei's eyes were confused: "Is there anything wrong with being too murderous? After the ancient gods are revived, they must want to develop believers, and developing believers means enslaving the citizens of the Federation. The contradiction between the two sides is irreconcilable."

Qian Chongchong shook his head: "Of course the contradiction is irreconcilable. But have you ever thought that the consequences of a full-scale war with the ancient gods may be something the Federation cannot afford?"

Anbei pursed his lips.

He knew that a newly revived ancient god slipped away under the nose of the Fuxi Legion some time ago, and he has not been caught until now. Maybe he has already started to spread his faith in some corner.

An Bei thought for two seconds and then argued: "The failure of the Fuxi Army was only because the Federation wanted to capture the ancient god alive for research. If the space bomb was dropped directly, the ancient god would definitely not be able to escape."

Qian Chongchong sighed: "Even if space bombs can kill ancient gods, how many space bombs does the Federation have, and how many warships can be used to drop space bombs? What if more than two-digit ancient gods revive at the same time? What if the ancient gods revive on the administrative planet? Have you considered these?"

"There shouldn't be many ancient gods revived at once, right?" An Bei said slowly in an uncertain tone, "and I haven't heard of any administrative planet with ancient god relics?"

"There are more than 3,000 ancient god relics that have been discovered so far, and more than 20 new ones are added every year, so the total number of ancient gods may exceed 10,000." Qian Chongchong said in a heavy voice, "and more than a dozen administrative planets have discovered ancient god relics."

An Bei was stunned when he heard this. These things were all things he didn't know before. If this is true, the Federation may face the biggest challenge in history, a challenge that can subvert everything. A strong sense of crisis rose in his heart.

Qian Chongchong sighed: "Do you still think it's a good thing for the Federation to be tough on the ancient gods?"

An Bei struggled and said: "What if the ancient gods are only revived sporadically? Then we can defeat them one by one, killing one after another, and sooner or later we can kill them all."

Qian Chongchong frowned: "Then what if it's not?"

An Bei finally fell silent this time.

He knew that it was a stupid idea to pin his hopes on the enemy, but this was the only way he could think of to break the deadlock.

He suddenly became dazed.

What is the purpose of the teacher telling me this?

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The purpose is to ask for Zhang Shuo and votes!

I'm so hungry, ugh!