Drip.
Drip.
At this moment, the Tian Jue Hao floated in the outer space of Kepler-16b.
Inside a dim storage bay aboard the Tian Jue Hao, a handsome blond man was suspended upside down in midair, his feet locked in place by an extremely intricate mechanical trap.
He seemed to have been hanging there for a very, very long time, completely ignored.
His mouth hung open as drool continuously dripped onto the floor.
Drip.
Drip.
"Help."
"Help."
"Is anyone there?"
In a daze, utterly exhausted, he slept for a while. When he woke again, he cried, "Help, how did a trap suddenly appear here and capture me? Crew members, where did you all go?"
His name was Simlun.
A commoner from Void City of the Maya Civilization, he had followed Span and requested permission from Liu Di to board the Tian Jue Hao.
But because this guy behaved strangely,
Little Liu and Kun Sang had kept an eye on him. Little Liu made a trap, then sent him to look for cargo, and he walked right into it.
Little Liu and Kun Sang had originally planned to interrogate him, but the Tian Jue Hao arrived at Kepler-16b ahead of schedule.
The two were now studying the 9 billion Kepler people with split personalities and had accidentally forgotten about Simlun.
And once forgotten, five days passed.
"Help."
The warehouse was dark, the Tian Jue Hao enormous, and no one was around.
Only Simlun's feeble cries for help echoed through it.
At that moment.
A dense black aura flashed through Simlun's pupils.
His expression stiffened for an instant, then he violently shook his head. "Why am I feeling a little dizzy? My body is severely lacking water and food. Am I going to hang here until I die?"
Suddenly.
Simlun's mouth began