The outside soon fell silent.
Aside from the melodious music echoing through the spaceship, the four Aliens stopped talking, apparently busy with something.
Perhaps correcting the spaceship's course?
Inside the cabin, there had been seven of them—no, only six remained.
The Old Professor had already died. They had no time to grieve, each silently lost in thought.
Other than Wenren Sheng, the other five had no interest in talking.
The prospect of soon becoming livestock put them in a terrible mood.
Wenren Sheng, however, found it rather absurd.
How could something as unprecedented as contact with Aliens use these few people as bait for an experiment? Were they not afraid that, out of resentment, someone might deliberately provoke the Aliens and bring catastrophe upon Earth? This world was still not real enough, not solid enough, not made of steel enough...
Wenren Sheng silently speculated.
After an unknown amount of time, the view outside the spaceship changed from utter blackness to lush green.
Looking out through the windows, they saw green mountains and clear waters, lush grass and orioles in flight, Gurgling Streams, several thatched cottages—an exceptionally pleasant scene...
"These Aliens really do understand our living conditions," Qian Shaokun could not help saying.
Then the spaceship door opened, and the restraints fastening them to their seats were released as well.
"I've always had a question. Where's the pilot of the spaceship we rode in?" Gao Erbao asked curiously.
"We were riding in an unmanned spaceship, the kind used to launch satellites. Or rather, something like the Traveler probes," Wenren Sheng kindly explained to them.
"Got it. So we're all disposable items," someone said gloomily.
"What do we do next?" someone else asked.
"First, we bury the Old Professor." Wenren Sheng pointed to the professor lying in a seat in the rear