Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

The further he went in through the blockades, the more Fang Zhixin felt a stabbing pain in his brain. It had been a long time since he had felt the pain of obsession.

A chaotic array of sounds intertwined in her ears, and she caught a glimpse of the scene hidden beneath the curtain.

Endless desolation and numbness, the pain of a soul trapped in the flesh that cannot scream out, the wailing of a self-consciousness that is suppressed and destroyed.

Fang Zhixin leaned against the wall to shield his eyes, and the black pupils under his hands had turned golden.

Xiao An, what on earth is here? !

Xiao An: There is a city underground, full of people...

The elemental elf got stuck for a rare moment.

Be prepared, it's not a good place.

Du Ruo added a blessing and looked at Fang Zhixin, whose face suddenly changed, with concern: "Is the situation inside very bad?"

"It's more than bad, be prepared." The golden color in Fang Zhixin's eyes could not fade away, and his face turned pale.

"There's a city underground!"

Hearing the word "dungeon", Luo An's numb soul seemed to be disturbed and trembled.

"Underground city?" Lu Yuan, who had taken off his painter's gear, looked stern. "You mean they built an underground city, in such a dark place, to support people?"

Others also realized the seriousness of the matter and rushed forward.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Fang Zhixin seemed to have found something, and the porcelain white bone knife suddenly stabbed into the imperceptible gap.

Fang Zhixin's expression became stern, a gleam of light flashed across his golden eyes, and he pressed the hilt of the knife and cut open the hidden secret door.

The sharp blade light made everyone step back subconsciously, except Luo An, who always had a smile on his face, whose orange pupils seemed to be illuminated for a moment.

In the silent passage, the only sound was the thudding of footsteps on steel, which was crisp and gave people a chilling feeling.

After walking out of the passage, the few people stopped walking and saw a huge cave. Dry bones and rotten steel were lying everywhere. The whole underground was quiet, as if it was dead.

A few lights were swaying slightly in the dull air; the turbid lights seemed like dead hope, leaving only dull bitterness that could not stir up any waves.

It's clearly glowing, but it still can't illuminate anything.

Thousands of underground caves are like faces that are wailing silently and are extremely numb.

Blinding and terrifying.

The people here, no, can no longer be called people.

The numbered zombies lay listlessly on the ground, alive, but just alive.

Luo An, who followed, took root and stood there, unable to utter a word. The silent city was reflected in his numb pupils.

"They feed citizens and buy and sell human beings... those bastards are even more inhumane than I imagined."

As he said that, Fang Shaoli jumped down from a great height, shaking the man who looked like a walking corpse.

"Hey, wake up."

Fang Shaoli had an unpleasant expression: "Tsk, is there no one with self-awareness? What on earth did those guys do to these people?"

Bai Yuefeng bent down and pulled out the rotten iron tool from the ground. It was covered with rust, but it could be vaguely seen as a knife.

"Some people resisted, but apparently failed. These exposed skeletons are probably those people."

Zhong An looked around. The people here all looked good, like a piece of pure white paper. As for what color they should be painted in, it was not up to them to decide.

The person who was shaken by Du Ruo raised his head in confusion and gave a formal smile, which scared Du Ruo so much that he took a step back.

People come and go, as if they are invisible. In the silent city, they are like discordant notes, trying to stir up uplifting music but lacking that string.

Fang Zhixin stood in front of the white skeleton, hearing shouting in his ears.

"We must resist, otherwise our future children won't even have the chance to see the blue sky!"

"Why us?"

"Because there are people within Tianquan who can predict. They predict that their foundation will be destroyed by the descendants of the Krishi family."

"It is predicted that a person with extraordinary talent will appear in the Krishi family, who will be able to control others."

"They want to keep the Krishi family firmly in their hands. If...if...we don't survive, everything will be left to you."

The obsession attached to the bones and weapons reveals the unknown truth and conveys the will to refuse to retreat across time.

Fang Zhixin said: "Krish."

The numb crowd paused, as if they had heard some kind of spell, and mechanically turned their heads to look at a few people. The people in the cave walked out with heavy shackles. The group of people did not speak, but just looked at the black-haired girl who said those three words.

Fang Shaoli was wary of those people and asked, "Zhi Xin, what did you just say? These people's reactions don't seem right."

Fang Zhixin picked up the bones on the ground and looked at Luo An: "The people here are from the Krishi family. These bones and weapons are proof that they have resisted."

"Tianquan predicted that the Krishi family would destroy their foundation. Luo An, that person might be you."

"Chrissy..."

A sigh came from the corner, and an old man was slumped on the ground, bound by chains.

"I didn't expect anyone still remembered Chrissy... But it's too late. No one can escape, and no one wants to escape anymore."

These numb souls no longer have the desire to escape. After batches of rebels were publicly executed and brainwashed again and again, this nation probably only remembers the three words "Crissy".

Du Ruo also began to have a headache: "The crowd is too large, and they have no will to live. How can we save them?"

In the desolate scene, those hunched backs, numb eyes, even the children lack the slightest vitality that a living person should have.

The old man shook his head: "It is impossible to save him, and it is not worth saving him."

They are just a group of people waiting to die. If they are alive, they will only be treated as reproduction machines.

Bai Yuefeng knocked on the weapon, and the rust on it fell off, but the inside still retained a sharp edge: "It's really ugly to be so limp. Those who died didn't resist just to let you live like corpses."

Fang Zhixin took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind: "Luo An, control these people, make them move, and then go out!"

Hearing the word "control", the old man suddenly looked towards Luo An, like a person walking in the desert who finally saw the oasis he longed for.

"It's you... You are the one in the prophecy, you are the one who can destroy Tianquan's foundation!"

The lifeless gaze focused on him, and a trace of confusion flashed across Luo An's numb face.

"prophecy……"

"Bullshit prophecy!"

The girl's crisp and sharp shout suppressed the strange atmosphere. She said with a stern face: "The Krishi clan was almost wiped out because of the prophecy, but you want to believe in the prophecy?"

"Don't be so ridiculous!"

Zhong An said coldly: "What you should remember are the bones on this ground, instead of putting your hopes in the enemy's prophecy!"