After hanging up the call, Martin hurriedly walked to the platform and looked intently at a small red dot on the platform. The little red dot flashed and flashed, showing Zhao Xiran's vigorous vitality at the moment. The dots are constantly moving, and there is a string of green numbers next to them, "100%". This is Zhao Xiran's life intensity.

In the research room, everyone did not disturb the great scientist and accompanied him to watch the control platform. Zhao's father and Zhao's mother looked at the "100%" worriedly, for fear that it would become "0%" in the blink of an eye.

However, misfortune happened.

Zhao Xiran had just been teleported into the wormhole, and when the time on the control platform was displayed as "00:00:30", Zhao Xiran suddenly lost his life characteristics.

The machine next to the control platform said expressionlessly: "I'm sorry, an unknown error happened!" Trying to reconnect with the real yàn body! ”

In the room, everyone was silent for a while. Everyone speculated: Zhao Xiran, maybe there was an accident in the wormhole and he couldn't come back.

Zhao's father and Zhao's mother sobbed in a low voice. Soon after, the Zhao family who were present also burst into tears. After that, sighs and sobs rang out.

Martin frowned, his hands propped up on the control platform, and his heart was even more irritable. This time the wormhole is really yàn, he has done many jù tests, but he didn't expect an accident to happen. It's not easy to stabilize the wormhole, and next time I don't know if the wormhole can reach such a high degree of stability.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound on the control platform: "Drip--successfully connected with the real yàn body!" Then, a small red dot appeared on the monitor, flashing and flickering but not moving. It was like a patient in a hospital who had been condemned to death suddenly regained his heartbeat. Everyone seemed to have been given a booster, and Uncle Martin also hooked the corners of his lips. After so many years of hard work, I finally succeeded - half of it! The most fortunate thing is that his little radish head Zhao Xiran is not dead, and he is still bouncing and so cute! It's a really nice feeling!

Looking at the time bar on the controller, it has been a full three minutes now. He didn't stop at all, and immediately issued a task: "Activate the brain chip of the real yàn body and send a communication request to the real yàn body!" ”

The moment the controller had just successfully reconnected with Zhao Xiran, Zhao Xiran had already passed through the wormhole and arrived in another world. Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao Xiran was dumbfounded. it, what is this place?

Well, briefly describe.

Zhao Xiran was now sitting blankly on the ground of the yellow sand, surrounded by sparse and dilapidated grass houses. Overall, it's a deserted, dusty, overgrown roadside, desolate place, or "backcountry" for short. There was no sun in the sky, just a few smoky clouds, oh, and some humanoids flying around with swords......

Well? Humanoids, objects flying around on a sword? What is it? It's not a monster, is it? Although it looks like an immortal cultivator in an immortal cultivation novel, it's still not real, right? Is this really still Earth? Parallel universes are really such paper bleating......

Zhao Xiran instantly turned into a hundred thousand whys, staring blankly at the sky, his right hand trembling slightly.

No, it must have been the wrong way for me to open it! I'll check it out later! Well, close your eyes! Seventy-six, five-four, three-two-one, one-two-three-four-five-six-seven! The Jade Emperor is too old man, don't be careless and appear quickly! Haste as a law - good!

Zhao Xiran made a sword with both hands, flipped wildly, and then pointed forward with his right hand "whoosh", and looked at opening his right eye-

it, why is it still here?

Whirring wind, Zhao Xiran's glass heart shattered to the ground.

Oh, no, there seems to be something different. It seems, there is a voice? Grunting, like the voice of a human speaker?

The sound is getting closer.

Zhao Xiran sat on the ground, stretched his neck, and looked left and right. Hey, sure enough, there are people, it's still a big bunch!

Walking in front were the ancient villagers with ragged clothes and disheveled hair, their expressions were excited, their backs were slightly bent, and they looked very humble. Who's behind? Sorry, I didn't see it yet. But they look like they're coming towards me?

How can it be? I've just crossed over. These ancients wouldn't have known that I was going to travel over! What's going on?

Zhao Xiran tilted his head slightly, thinking: Forget it, it shouldn't be my business anyway. It's a pity that she miscalculated, not only about her, but also very relevantly! She had just turned her face to the side when her whole face was grabbed by a dirty hand! What's going on here?

Zhao Xiran raised her eyes with difficulty: it was a sloppy guy who grabbed her face. The guy was loosely draped in clothes that were almost rotten long, his face was dirty, and his hair was still stained with vegetable foam. Finding that Zhao Xiran was looking at him, he raised his face and "hummed", and plucked his nostrils with his left hand. After that, he waved his left hand, which had remnants of his nose, and excitedly shouted to a large group of people walking in front of him: "@#¥%......&*&^%$$#@@......"

Oh, my God! What is he shouting? Why can't I understand a word? Did I travel to a place where the language doesn't speak?!

Then, when the group of people arrived, everyone looked at Zhao Xiran with resentment and fear, as if she was some kind of flood beast. She tried to explain, but her identity suddenly sounded in her head, an intruder who had crossed over from the other side of the wormhole. If these people found out that she didn't speak the same language as them, wouldn't it be even stranger to look at her?

In desperation, she had no choice but to remain silent, and keep an eye on the expressions of these people at all times, so as to find clues in their body language. Why are you arresting me?

The group of ragged and dirty ancient people didn't notice Zhao Xiran's abnormal eyes, but after making sure that she was tied up, they immediately lifted her up and walked in the direction she came.

Along the way, Zhao Xiran looked at the sky silently, looked at the villagers below who were talking happily from time to time, frowned and thought: These people don't seem to have any skills, that is, they are ordinary people. Why did they not be surprised at all when they saw me, as if they had known that I was coming, but showed fear and resentment in their eyes?

After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out.

The villagers carried her through the dilapidated houses, through the collapsed woods, to the top of a hill with a few tents.

Outside the tent, children gather branches and leaves around and place them in piles, as if to make firewood. The women, some of them are cooking in large pots of rice, some are carrying wooden buckets to water the vegetable patches on the hillside, and some are sitting in a pile of sewing and mending. The men on the top of the mountain all surrounded Zhao Xiran, staring at her without blinking, as if she could turn into a monster and eat them all if she relaxed a little.

The men's clothes were all in tatters, and their hair was dirty. It was as if they had experienced some kind of catastrophe.

Zhao Xiran sympathizes with those who are in the midst of disasters and envies those who survive disasters.

Sympathy, because she is also a member of the last days of the earth, life is difficult, the sun above her head seems to scorch even the skin, drinking water has become a luxury, and the food is only precious nutrients and green spicy strips everywhere. The so-called entertainment is nothing more than a battle on a temporary transit base on Mars; The so-called tourism is nothing more than traveling through the solar system on a light-speed vehicle and seeing those beautiful and mysterious planets up close.

These people, who have long since survived the disaster and are preparing for post-disaster reconstruction, are worthy of envy. Although Zhao Xiran didn't know what they had experienced, as long as they were alive, as long as this place could keep them alive, they would be extremely happy, wouldn't they?

“！ @#￥￥！ @%......" Suddenly, on the edge of the tent, a woman waved her hand at the men who were looking at Zhao Xiran and shouted something.

After that, the men looked at Zhao Xiran with fear and discussed for a while. In the end, the men were halfway gone and went to eat. After they finished eating, they immediately came over to change shifts.

At this moment, an old man with white hair came up and said something to the men. The men frowned and looked at Zhao Xiran for a long time, and finally nodded. After that, Zhao Xiran was imprisoned in a temple-like place on the top of the mountain.

She was tied to an enshrined deity.

The men bowed to the idol reverently, gave her a warning look, and a word of unknown significance, and then walked out of the only intact and clean house in the village.

Zhao Xiran looked at the roof worriedly, not knowing where to go.

Suddenly, she remembered what Martin had said: "I didn't take your brain off, and I loaded it with the most advanced knowledge and all kinds of scientific and technological ......."

My brain? Will there be a translation function to save zài? ……

Suddenly, only to hear the sound of "drip-", an electronic voice sounded in her head: "The self-defense system has been turned on." Please enter the boot password! ”