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Slug, the big Namekian, always had a kind face. He said that he had not been back here for a long time, but his face covered with green skin did not reveal his inner thoughts at all.

"Really? I shouldn't have come earlier," Bulma complained inwardly. But then, she didn't know why, but she suddenly felt a surge of urgency, as if she was just a little bit uncomfortable in the room, and she didn't feel that tired at all. She sighed, convinced herself that this woman's mind was fickle, even though she was a woman herself.

The flashlight formed a halo on the wall, and the deeper they went, the more frightened they felt. The only place they could see was the flashlight spot, and the invisible place was pitch black. They were now very far away from the room at the entrance of the cave, and judging from the road they had walked, it seemed that they were going downwards.

Bulma looked around, but there was nothing to see. There was nothing to see except dirt and stone, and then there was that hazy dust, very fine, completely black, and floating from nowhere. As she walked forward, with every step, it floated everywhere. Bulma kept complaining in her mind, "This place is so dirty!"

But walking forward all the time is really boring, and people have to focus on something to keep themselves awake, especially in this relatively closed environment. Bulma's attention is focused on the light of the flashlight, which is very bright, like the moon, and it swings back and forth as she controls it with her arms.

Huh? What's this?

I shone the flashlight on the walls around me and seemed to have discovered something.

"how are you feeling?"

Slug on the side seemed to sense something unusual and asked Bulma.

"I feel good, okay, seems pretty good, hehehe."

Bulma showed a somewhat incongruous smile. She used three far-fetched answers in a row. He did this just because he didn't want the situation to become very awkward. After all, her little discoveries were just what she had in her mind, just some confusing guesses. He found that the back of the cave did not seem to be formed naturally, but it was just his own opinion, so she didn't need to say this idea out loud.

After all, she was here just for sightseeing, as a companion to kill time, so she kept a low profile as much as possible, taking advantage of the fact that he was beginning to feel regretful, after all, she didn't seem that familiar with this person. Perhaps this Namek operation itself was a mistake.

But at this point, her own people were already here, so it was too late to regret now. The situation outside was dangerous, but it was better in the cave.

But that strange idea kept spreading in her mind, just like a hole in a dam, the water would only flow out from the hole far away and gradually break down the dam. His discovery was to create a hole in the originally flat dam in her mind. The idea was the water flow, and now that idea had swept through her entire mind, just waiting for the next idea to divert her attention and save this world in her mind that had become a vast ocean.

But this was even more strange. Why did she care so much about this idea? Was she already biased? Was this cave really man-made?

But even if it is man-made, what can this prove?

Of course, it can't prove anything at the moment, but when the amazing discovery is presented before our eyes, it may explain why someone deliberately dug up this place.

But they haven't reached that point yet, and to get there, they have to go through a long journey.

Night fell quickly, and before they knew it, they had been walking for almost a day. Was it Ma's fault for forgetting to wear a watch? He had thought the distance was short, even though Slag had said it was long.

It's strange that the world is so technologically advanced, but people don't have things like smartphones. Even if space travel existed, they probably wouldn't be used.

Bulma and the others sat on the ground. Fortunately, he wore a mask or something to prevent dust from being inhaled into his nasal cavity. Only Rag was sitting next to him. These Namekians were really strange sometimes. They didn't care about things in the outside world at all. I don't know whether they breathe with lungs or not.

Bulma closed her eyes and lay on the soft earth. As she closed her eyes, she thought of her own soft bed on Earth. Oh, how happy those days were! Why did she have to go to Namek so hard?

Maybe he was still angry with someone in his heart, maybe his adventurous nerves were stimulating him, or maybe he simply chose the wrong person in the first place. But Girls' Generation often only cares about a person's appearance, so how can they know what they really want?

The target is no longer a handsome prince charming! But a reliable person who can do anything. However, there is no such person around her now, or even if there is, he does not meet her requirements in other aspects.

Never mind, she told herself.

But the more she thought about it, the more upset she became, as if she had thousands of things to say. This was her heart knot. The more confident a person looks on the outside, the more delicate they may be on the inside. But they are also more free and easy about certain things, especially feelings. It's just that they have been sad twice behind the scenes.

The darkness in Shandong was boundless. He could not see a way forward or a way back. Being here seemed like another world. But it was not bad, it was indeed another world.

But it is also another world, but Qin Yang understands it differently. He has never been tired and rarely sentimental. Playing chess is his only pleasure. Now everything is in place. On the other side of the black starry sky, he can see his future. Time and space flow, and the light shines brightly. Everything is in his control, just like the chess game in his hands. Losing is sometimes a pleasure. The key is whether he can enjoy this pleasure, and these wins and losses cannot hurt his body at all, so he can lose.

At this moment, a symphony is ready, and the prelude is slowly flowing into Qin Yang's ears from somewhere far away.

Chapter 606 Container

The sound of a horn suddenly rang out, which in ancient times represented the coming of war, but obviously, the current time and space is far from that time.

Jiu Ye turned over and woke up from his chaotic dream. Obviously, this sound brought back his past memories, but it’s better not to mention them.

Jiu Ye was in darkness, and the walls around him were as hard as iron. Not only that, they seemed to absorb impact, making it an unbreakable cell. But even so, if Jiu Ye wanted to make a big fuss, this place would be powerless to him.

But why did the horn sound outside for no reason?

Could it be related to their previous conversation? Thinking of this, Jiu Ye's blood began to boil. Container, could they really have obtained a container? Trying to divide the energy in his body into that container.

It seems that Jiu Ye also needs to teach them a lesson and let them see what strength is.

Jiu Ye imagined the moment he broke free from his cage. How would he let these guys feel the true power? It seemed that for some powerful people, the fun only stopped there, or perhaps they were too powerful, and the joy of strength was only this much. But no matter what, these seemingly boring actions were not useless as long as they brought him pleasure. Isn't life all about pleasure?

I have never heard of anyone living in this world to suffer. Even for ascetic monks, their practice of Taoism is a kind of pleasure. No matter what you do, as long as you are not forced to do it by a whip, as long as it is a decision made from the heart, there will be some kind of pleasure.

Just a hearty laugh and all worries vanish. Life should be this carefree; otherwise, it's hard to survive. And in a sense, Jiu Ye is just that kind of person, even though he carries a deep hatred deep down. It might seem contradictory, but isn't that what life is all about?

How can such a long life be possible without fun? Wouldn't it be boring to death?

So sometimes life should be so simple. Even if you are locked up, even if you almost died before, even if your arrogance makes you suffer, but things are unpredictable, as long as you can ensure that every day is a stable day, right?

Just go with the flow. Actually, not many people can do this. There's a difference between knowing and understanding.

Many people only know certain truths that are right in front of their eyes, but they don't understand them.

It's like 99% and 100%. 99% of people understand 99% of the truth, but the remaining 1% is the most important. So sometimes knowing and not knowing make no difference, and may even add a lot of burden.

Perhaps that’s the difference between knowing that you know and knowing that you don’t know.

Obviously, Jiu Ye knew it, but he also knew what he didn't know, such as Qin Yang, so he was willing to follow him, even though Qin Yang was once a trash whom he looked down upon.

But how can a hero be linked to his origin?

If things really get serious, Jiu Ye might as well be a small character.

However, this excitement gradually fades away with the passage of time. Any irresistible emotion cannot defeat time, which is the biggest and most stubborn enemy.

Jiu Ye felt sleepy again, with a smirk on his face. It seemed that they were moving really slowly!

This time he really fell asleep.

But he had no idea that the situation outside was almost out of control and it was far from as peaceful as he was.

Passing through the wall, the outside world was like a wasteland, a small town in the desert, all covered in a grayish hue. That color was similar to Jiu Ye's fur, but if the entire world were this orange-yellow, it would give people a feeling of dryness and remoteness.

It was chaotic and noisy, with people hawking their wares everywhere, though not with coins, but with barter. The clothes people wore were tattered, but they all had one thing in common: long-sleeved robes, and they drove donkeys, horses, and camels. It seemed this was a very backward place for some reason.

The houses there were made of mud, and items that were usually considered garbage, such as tires and cans, were put to good use. The restaurants were also full of unsightly things, with dusty soup and bread covered in black dust, and the wine was not good at all.

But the most eye-catching thing was a group of strong men gathered together, pulling the ropes with all their might, so that drops of water flowed from their hands and skin, torturing their skin. Even those that dripped accidentally turned into water vapor the moment they touched the ground, making a crackling sound.

The coolies were forced to be whipped like animals, raising dust everywhere. Moreover, they were naked, their exposed muscles groaned, and their physical strength was severely overdrawn. Although these groans were numerous, they seemed insignificant compared to the loud calls and whipping sounds.

Men holding whips stood beside them one by one, with leather masks on their faces and leather clothes on their bodies, but they only covered the important parts of their bodies and were deliberately decorated with silver-white rivets. They looked fierce and mysterious, just like medieval executioners.

The coolies were in great pain and groaned continuously. From time to time, some of them fell down and more were replaced. However, once they put down their work, the end that awaited them would not be death, but simply more pain than death.

They were pushing a huge cart, but calling it a cart wasn't quite the right word because it was so huge, like a skyscraper. This exaggerated job was carried out slowly.

It was a huge jar. If it were shrunk, it would be similar to an ordinary clay jar, but there were also some differences. It was hard to say what material it was made of, neither clay nor bronze. The surface was decorated with many decorative patterns, but that was just to highlight the largest iconic pattern on the jar.

It was a face, a face with a very exaggerated smile.

This thing was far stranger than anything else, with squinting eyes, a flat nose, crescent-shaped mouth corners, and an even more ridiculous size.

I don't know where it was made, even a modern factory would take a long time to make it. It seems that the sound of the horn marked the beginning of this work.

Three guys wearing strange masks stood on a high place, looking down at everything.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow up the dust on the ground and the loose black clothes on their bodies. But they stood there motionless like scarecrows, looking down at everything below like the masters of fate.

Chapter 607 Difficulty Falling Asleep

Sleeping is certainly a wonderful thing, but only when you realize this can you experience what a beautiful dream is.

As one of the three major desires of human beings, a good night's sleep is an unchangeable instinct of human nature. Sometimes, there is nothing better than a good night's sleep. Especially when the body is extremely tired, especially after a meal, when the temperature is just right, lying in bed seems to be the most wonderful enjoyment.

A well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man. People who enjoy a good night's sleep don't usually understand the hardships of shift work. Similarly, spectators at a football game, when their favorite team loses, are filled with complaints, completely unaware of the players' feelings, and simply keep complaining.

If they did, they wouldn't necessarily be able to do better than this.

At the same time, there was a person who couldn't sleep in the cave, a blue-haired girl from Earth, and the original heroine of this world, Bulma.

She should have been enjoying a rich and comfortable life.

It wasn't because she was spoiled and used to it, but after forgetting the secrets in her heart that kept her tossing and turning, she kept thinking about the marks on the wall. She seemed to have insomnia and could not fall into a deep sleep even after closing her eyes for a long time.

It seemed like this was a cycle, two knots. Only by untying one could he feel a little relieved.

Perhaps it was the foreign air that had caused her mental state to become somewhat abnormal, at least that was how she felt. Otherwise, why would she be so neurotic and keep dwelling on this issue?

The fatigue cannot be relieved and time passes by quickly.

The flowing water that cannot be caught slips away from between the fingernails like sand.

This moment, lost to catching, will become history the next second, no different from a second a decade ago. Time is like that. Once you miss it, once you fail to express your thoughts within this second, then the next second, you will have lost your value. Lost forever, irretrievable.

The helpless ones are helpless people. Human power is limited. She is not a god, she can't do it. If only the dragon was by her side, it would be better. If only she had more wishes.

All I can think of is regret, endless regret.

The night is too short for the young, but too long for the sad. Tears sometimes do not represent sadness, the real sadness lies in the heart, in the depths of the heart.

She was full of energy, which seemed to come at an inopportune moment, but she couldn't just get up because it was she who suggested stopping to rest, and she thought it would make her feel better.

But in fact, this not only failed to alleviate the unhappiness in my heart, but made things even worse.

"Why, do you want to get up and walk around?"

Slag on the side suddenly asked this.

Maybe he was just talking in his sleep. She pretended to be asleep, with embarrassment written on her face hidden in the shadows, and she was very hesitant in her heart.

This is not like her usual style. What's wrong with her?

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

"How do you know I can't sleep?"

Slag smiled, "The aura you carry says it all."

Bulma reluctantly stood up and complained, "You guys are such a jerk. You can tell anything from my aura. I'm not a martial arts fanatic."

"As long as people are alive, they have energy, just the size varies. Putting aside this, you came here voluntarily. I am actually very anxious. If you can't sleep, just keep going."

"Okay, whatever. I can't sleep anyway."

The two set out again, but walked faster than before.

Bulma suddenly felt a surge of energy from nowhere, and her tiredness was instantly forgotten.

This time it was her turn to walk in front, and Slag followed behind with a smile on his face.

Perhaps some seemingly endless tasks could be turned around if she put in the effort. This was usually what she did when she encountered difficulties, just like her scientific research.

Perhaps this is the case for talented people to some extent. As long as they have a direction and find the right goal, all that is left in their minds is to do it.