Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

The black miniature pyramid was 100% made by the Shadow Group!

Moreover, this thing is quite valuable.

It could even be said that this thing is not only very valuable, but also extremely famous. Even island guards like the Three-Headed Bird know how valuable it is.

So...

How do I use this?

Morty kept touching the small pyramid, but apart from constantly covering up his fingerprints from the previous second, he didn't unintentionally trigger anything strange.

"Hey, how do you use this thing? What's its value?"

Morty's question made the three hesitate. They realized that the little guy simply didn't understand the value of this thing.

What puzzled them was how this thing ended up in Morty's hands.

"Alright, looks like we'll have to take one more person out."

Upon hearing that Morty was about to kill again, the three card players who had just been in a friendly atmosphere and playing cards together were internally screaming that the other was a lunatic.

So he stopped hiding it and directly revealed its purpose.

Just as he finished speaking, the spaceship landed.

bang~

The heavy thud coincided with Morty's shock, causing his heart and body to tremble simultaneously.

Because of this thing...

The most thrilling item in the Shadow Group's individual year-end bonuses was... a personal time-reversal device!!!

Of course, this is because the full timeline rewind technology has not yet been developed.

This is limited to a person on a certain planet, where they can travel back in time, except for memories.

The general idea is that on this planet, the timeline can only go back one or two years at most, and everyone's memories and other events will be reversed in reverse.

No one except the user will remember what happened.

"So, does that mean the timelines outside this planet just don't exist...?"

As Morty opened the cargo door of the transport plane, he asked the three of them, "This thing sounds great, but in practice, there are many problems that seem quite unbelievable."

"The concept of time is a false concept, and you don't even know that?"

"Yes!"

"If we use sunrise as the method of calculating time, then a planet that is far from the sun would have a day that is calculated in 100 hours. But what about another planet that has no sun and has no sunrise or sunset? How would we calculate its time?"

Morty: "Uh..."

Morty could clearly see a hint of disdain in these guys' eyes, as if they were looking down on a slacker. He immediately became unhappy. "So what if Grandpa looks down on me? Let him look down on me then."

Who can blame him but Rick Sanchez?

But you guys actually dare to look down on me.

Are you tired of living?!

court death!

Seeing that Morty seemed to be getting angry, the group immediately stopped showing their disdain and started to focus on their inner thoughts, their gazes extending infinitely forward along their nostrils, as if they were contemplating the great principles of the universe.

"Pooh!"

Too lazy to bother with these people, Morty instructed his mind to keep an eye on them and wait until he met his grandfather before making any plans.

Following the retractable floor of the cabin, we arrived at a grassy area full of green grass and wildflowers.

In this tropical rainforest filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, everywhere you look are trees that are about twenty meters tall, red-haired monkeys leaping between the trees from time to time, and small birds soaring in the sky.

This all suggests that this place must be regularly maintained by someone.

Otherwise, it would be a jungle that is almost completely neglected.

Maintaining such cleanliness is almost impossible, with fallen leaves, broken branches, dropped fruit, and withered flowers.

Yes! In a natural environment, the taller a tree grows, the more likely it is to block the normal sunlight from other plants on the ground. Only trees that have been carefully tended by humans can still produce flowers on the ground.

In addition, transport planes can land here so easily.

Morty immediately became alert and was about to release his mental form when he saw a three-headed bird in green overalls, with a tool bag at his waist, a towel in his hand, and a bewildered expression walking out in front of him.

"Who...who are you? This transport plane...did you come here on this transport plane?"

As he watched the three-headed bird in front of him, his face gradually turned ashen.

Not wanting to cause any more trouble, Morty, who had other ideas in mind, beckoned to his telekinetic entity to bring out the three-headed bird inside.

"Go, go and explain things to him. We don't necessarily have to fight over something. As long as you can stop Grandpa from talking..."

"However, I think he may have already killed some people..."

"So think of a way as soon as possible to let Grandpa know that you are not enemies."

When sending a three-headed bird to communicate with the other party.

Morty wasn't idle either; he switched his perspective to black and white lines of time, using this special method to look at his surroundings from another viewpoint.

A minute or two later.

The three-headed bird strode back, indicating that some misunderstandings had been cleared up, and that the message would begin to be passed up the chain of command as Morty wished, ensuring that the following conversations would remain amicable.

Turning his gaze back to Morty, who had confirmed that there were no enemies lurking around, he nodded to indicate that he wasn't in a hurry to talk to him.

Most importantly, we need to find Grandpa first.

"Well, that requires satellites scattered throughout the entire planet..."

"Can I contact my supervisor now?"

What...what do you think?

The three-headed bird took out the communication device from its waist, but did not take any further action. It was afraid that it might anger Morty if it made a mistake, so it dared not move rashly.

Who told Morty to be playing cards with them in such a cheerful atmosphere just moments before?

The next second, he turned hostile and was about to kill her.

He wouldn't dare do anything he shouldn't do with such a capricious person.

The three-headed bird was very nervous.

Morty's feelings were also complicated at this moment.

Although in Morty's mind, the Shadow Group had changed from an enemy he would kill on sight to an enemy whose allegiance was unclear, and perhaps worth discussing.

However, Morty hesitated for a long time before agreeing to the three-headed bird's request, considering the risks involved in passing the matter on to a higher level.

"Go ahead, go ahead, it's time to contact them. Some things... really have reached the point where they need to be done."

"Hopefully, no one on this planet has been killed by Grandpa yet..."

Chapter 263 Grandpa...

Beside the dazzling, golden sand, there is a wooden house built of sturdy wood and woven dry grass.

Sangmei sat on a log, looking at her grandfather with a worried expression.

Because Grandpa has been in this state for a long time.

They passed through the portal, couldn't find Morty, and then encountered someone who seemed to be from the Shadow Group, but turned out to be a member of the Shadow Group.

The process was neither complicated nor bloody; Rick simply used his power to extract some truths.

Those truths that shocked Grandpa.

That's how Grandpa ended up like this.

Sang Mei felt that saying "shocked" was actually a euphemism; "earthquake" would be a more appropriate and apt description!

Who the hell could have imagined?! It turns out everything about the Shadow Group was wrong from the very beginning!!!

What a huge misunderstanding!!!

When the truth was revealed in an unexpected way, Sangmei could see that her grandfather, whose back was always as unyielding as steel, had bent over and staggered, almost falling to the ground.

That look of aging thirty years in an instant.

It's incredibly heartbreaking.

It's like a vengeful knight who, after countless hardships, finally reaches his goal, only to discover that this goal might not be what he truly wanted...

Ah, life is truly full of surprises...

I thought I was the worst off, but I never imagined that my grandfather was the one who suffered the most. He searched for decades, only to discover, with one foot in his grave, that he had never found the real killer...

Is there anything worse than this in the world...?

After waiting for a long time and finding that her grandfather was not moving and expected to remain so for a long time, Sangmei felt thirsty and hungry. Coupled with her exhaustion, she could no longer bear it and decided to go find something to eat.

So she turned her head to look at the dense forest behind her.

Upon closer inspection, they spotted several three-headed birds dressed in clothes, hiding behind a tree, watching them with a wary yet curious gaze.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Sangmei in the thatched hut. Knowing that this place belonged to someone, she scratched her head in distress, unsure of what to do.

Because right now, Grandpa is definitely in a very difficult, heartbreaking, and life-doubting state.

Not only are their emotions extremely unstable, but they could also have a major outburst if they are subjected to any further stimulation.

They'll kill until the blood flows like a river.

It is not impossible.

So you can't go home for the time being, just bear with it!

However, I still need to ask around to see what food is available here.

Sangmei was starving. At this moment, she didn't even want to look at her phone, which she usually regarded as her life. She just wanted to follow her most basic physiological reaction and find anything she could eat.

"Hey, do you have any food around here, or do you have any on you? I'm starving, I need just a little bit."

"As for Grandpa... you should know what kind of person he is. There's nothing I can do about him; I can only leave him there alone."