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

There are many densely packed rooms like capsule jars next to it, some empty and some full, like an assembly line factory.

Each jar has a connecting pipe, and the thick and long pipes are like lines that finally converge in the center and into the huge room under the woman's feet.

The dark room was filled with pipes, overlapping and densely packed, not letting in any light. They were like twisted tentacles, filling the entire room, with only a faint blue light on.

It was a round ball, but it seemed to be beating with life. Strands of energy maintained its vitality, which then were transformed and distributed to other jars.

Shan Ke, wearing a veil, stood up and walked to the room of Lost Joy. The tightly closed door opened, and the pungent smell inside dissipated along with the white mist.

She stretched out her hand, and the Lost Joy disappeared, replaced by a ball that beat like a heart.

“I originally planned to take action against you after a while, after all, there has been a lot of commotion in the various colleges recently, but I didn’t expect that your mission would fail, so I have to execute the plan ahead of time.

Alas, it's also your bad luck. Excellent talent can sometimes be a curse."

Shan Ke was holding the thing in her hand and was about to go to Dongqing's room to recover her talent in the same way.

But in the next second, I saw the red warning light.

She turned her head and looked past the intertwined and overlapping pipes toward the door.

"It's coming very quickly. You're really a newborn calf that's not afraid of a tiger."

Six figures were standing at the door that opened with a bang. The light coming in from the outside world lengthened the shadows of several people and extended them inside.

Shan Ke turned around and sat on a high place, clapping nonchalantly.

"Welcome to my secret garden. You are faster than I expected. I thought it would take you a long time to find out the information."

Fang Zhixin raised his head and saw a room that looked like jars. The mixture of gasoline and machinery, and even the mixed smell of various medicines made people feel physically uncomfortable.

Although I had already been prepared by the elemental elves, I still couldn't help but feel a little nervous when I saw this scene which was even more terrifying than the one in Resident Evil.

Fang Zhixin withdrew his probing gaze, looked towards the place where the pipes were densely packed, and shouted, "Why don't you stand up and speak? If someone doesn't know, they would think it was a ghost returning to the human world from underground."

Shan Ke stepped on the pipe, flashed in front of the people, and stretched out her hand like a ghost.

"Do you see it now?"

Shan Ke grinned, her face beneath the veil full of smugness, as long as she touched him, as long as...

“Crack!”

The picture suddenly shattered, and a pair of hands seemed to penetrate the fragments, and colorful mirror fragments fell to the ground like heavy rain.

The person in front of me has disappeared.

“Now, I do see it.”

The voice coming from behind made Shanke turn around. On the originally empty pipe, under the light and shadow of the incandescent lamp, six tall figures stood.

Shan Ke frowned slightly: "Only six people? Aren't you a little too arrogant?"

The silent factory began to vibrate, light flowed through the dark pipes, black cans were lit up one by one, and the sounds of doors vibrating and opening came one after another.

In the ominous light, a distorted figure appeared, as if a passage to hell had been opened, and a creature that was neither human nor ghost walked out of the jar and pounced on the crowd.

But the six of them peeled it clean like chopping vegetables and melons.

Shan Ke was not angry. She guessed that Fang Zhixin had the ability to predict the future. She had already made sufficient preparations. There was not much that was really important in this place.

She asked curiously, "I'm curious, why did you come so quickly? Why didn't you come alone? Or, how much can you predict about Fang Zhixin of Blue Star?"

Shan Ke stared at Fang Zhixin's expression, not revealing the slightest change in her emotions.

Fang Zhixin hesitated for a moment, very surprised: "Why do you think I will answer your question?"

"Just to satisfy my curiosity?" Shan Ke said.

"Then you should find someone else. I don't have that hobby." Fang Zhixin's eyes moved slightly and he glanced at the room in the middle.

"It's really too much. I'm betting such a big base. As the front-line commander of Blue Star, you don't even dare to answer my questions?" Shan Ke walked slowly forward and returned to the top of the huge room.

Before Fang Zhixin could say anything, Du Ruo took the lead in mocking him: "This is the method of provoking others. Ha, Auntie, have you been eliminated by the times and can't keep up with the pace of others? Can you use this kind of crappy method on us?"

Lu Yuan half-knelt, knelt on one knee on the pipe, and pressed his hands on the pipe with Lei Ting on them.

The purple lightning crackled and spread to other places, and soon the light in part of the room suddenly went out, leaving only the lightning to illuminate the silent darkness.

Fang Shaoli lit fires everywhere. The dazzling flames burned along the pipes, melting the dense and complex pipes, and the air became scorching hot.

Bai Yuefeng chose a place far away from Fang Shaoli, and started with his ice spear, piercing the jar in the air and breaking it into pieces.

Shan Ke's mouth dropped: "Little boy, you are really good at talking. If you don't want to answer, forget it. I'll let you play in this place. I'll leave first."

Shan Ke waved her hand, and the ball in the room under her feet floated out and landed in her palm.

She walked towards the room where Holly was. After completing the last step, there would be no need for this base to exist.

It wouldn't be a loss to let it and the people of Blue Star remain silent in this vast snowfield.

Even if these people cannot be buried, we can take this opportunity to observe whether the second talent of Fang Zhixin is really as guessed by the Tianquan headquarters.

It was obtained from the Space-Time Administration, the Voice of All Things.

If so, what can this talent do?

Shan Ke thought about it and let the remaining scraps inside the base besiege the six people from Guan Canghai and open the place where Dongqing was.

The white smoke dissipated, but she didn't see any figure.

A cold feeling came from above her head. Shan Ke looked up suddenly and a dark shadow pounced on her, pressing her neck tightly.

Dongqing had originally lost consciousness, but suddenly an electric current ran through her body, and the pain of tearing her body woke her up.

At this time, the gas releasing device in the room was completely destroyed by the electric current. Dongqing used the little strength he had recovered to quickly cut off the current and climbed to the ceiling.

Waiting, waiting for the so-called recycling talent.

She glanced at the six people destroying things in the distance, and for the first time she thanked them for being there.

Dong Qing held Shan Ke, looked at the empty room next to him, and asked coldly, "Where is Lost Joy?"

Shan Ke, who was being strangled, said sarcastically in a hoarse voice: "Now that the foreign enemy is attacking, you actually attack your own people, Dongqing, don't forget who brought you out of prison."

Dongqing's hands tightened and he said, "I remember, but that person wasn't you. Tell me, where is Lost Joy?"

Shan Ke's eyebrows twisted for a moment, and when she looked at Dong Qing's expression as if she had discovered something, the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Haha, look what I found out. The person who manipulated emotions is now being manipulated by them. It's really ridiculous."