Facts have proved that as long as it is not pretentious, work efficiency and action speed can be greatly improved. With Zhong Jianbai's help, Zhao Mai prepared the full set of things needed in 1995 early, waiting for the time travel to begin. The old man gave him a roll of bamboo slips. It looked a while ago, and some parts of the bamboo slips had mottled traces. However, the bamboo slips were blank and there was not even a word.

"I just want to take this thing out and stay outside until now, June 30th, and then come back to return it to you?" Zhao Mai looked at the bamboo slips over and over, completely unaware of what this thing is for.

"Yes, the task is very simple, but the matter is not simple." The old man patted Zhao Mai on the shoulder and said to him earnestly: "Do you still remember Jusheng Qizhi? When you get there, no matter what happens, everything depends on yourself."

"Old man, you can see through time, right? Why don't you tell me directly what will happen?"

"I am a dot of ink on white paper, and I can only see the ones that I cover and contact with the edges. And the white paper is so vast, how can I be sure that I see everything?" said the old man: "You are still in my dot, but I hope you can one day set foot in a new territory."

"New Territory? It sounds good." Zhao Mai nodded: "Are those other people going to prepare to start? When should I start grabbing?"

The old man closed his eyes and opened it again and said to him: "There is still an hour and eleven minutes left. If you grab it, cancel it. Then set the itinerary immediately and set the empty car. The faster the movement, the better. The time entrance for several of us transcendents is only two minutes. Zhong Jianbai will prepare you for the cost of traveling through time: a total of 124 fate gold coins."

"How many, one hundred and twenty-four gold coins? Oh my god, this is..." Zhao Mai opened his mouth wide, like a frightened child.

"This time it's still the earth, which is very close in terms of distance, but it's another matter in terms of time. Moreover, the transcendents are relatively dense, which will also increase consumption." The old man laughed twice, and it's hard to say that he was not laughing at himself: "It's equivalent to the more safe and stable the system is, the lower the efficiency is."

"Anyway, it's all the money paid by the public. Old man, can you give me more gold coins in fate? After all, I'm doing it for the public. Is it okay to calculate the travel expenses?"

"You can't give more than one, it's for your own good." The old man smiled and said, "It's not a good thing to get too many gold coins in fate."

Zhao Mai didn't understand what this sentence meant, but he felt that things might not develop as he thought. A feeling of worry came to his mind, so he said to Zhong Jianbai: "There is something I just thought of, everything can be traced back anyway, what would happen if you gave me one hundred more gold coins? Regardless of whether you trace back or not, it would be no different for you, and no one would remember it."

Zhong Jianbai thought for a while and said to Zhao Mai: "From a personal perspective, I want to give you more, but you also heard from the old man that he would not give one. The words 'should be no difference' are not enough to eliminate the risks. What if something happens? I have no time and space travel, and I have no experience at all. After all, it is you who do this, so you will make the final decision! Should I use the gold coin box left by the old man, or should I apply now?"

If you have the ability to predict at this time, you can at least use it as a reference. Zhao Mai thought about it and felt that the feeling of lack of money might be caused by his own nervousness, so he should ignore it.

Just above their heads, eight groups of people were ready in the departure hall of the relevant ministries. Due to the self-protection of the transcendents, it is impossible to travel around the earth at will. Only when all transcendents agree, this matter can be carried out. In addition, this matter involves the belonging of a magical world, which is even more important. The transcendents do not care about material needs, but attach great importance to resources in intelligence, wisdom and creativity. Although the eight groups of people gathered together, they used various means to hide their appearance. They all went to the same time, but not the same place, to avoid starting a fight when they met. Although the final decision on the victory or defeat was who could control the Ministry of Magic, mainly a test of strategy and management ability, if it could be solved by combat, they would never keep their hands.

Zhao Mai didn't care about their victory or defeat, so he just wanted to hide it after passing it, then find some low-key things to do, and just wait for these 21 years.

"I have it!" I stared at my phone. There was indeed a order at the time. Zhao Mai didn't care who it was. He just glanced at it and was not in China, so he quickly snatched it and then canceled it immediately.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Zhong Jian brushed Xiong Kai, opened the box and handed it to Zhao Mai. In addition to various metal currencies, there was also a kraft paper bag. Zhao Mai remembered that the old man once gave him a hand-painted Tai Chi Yin-Yang Fish with such a paper bag, which is still placed in the car storage cabinet. I don't know what is inside the kraft paper bag.

"Egypt in 1995? Why is it in that place?" Zhao Mai started the car: "Everyone is ready, we are going to take a time and space journey!"

"Ado! Wang! Come on!" It seems that everyone except Zhao Mai was very excited, and their eyes were filled with anticipation. Zhao Mai stepped on the accelerator, and this time he didn't need to rise to mid-air and enter the space tunnel. As long as he accelerated to about 142 kilometers per hour, that is, 88 miles, he could shuttle through time.

In the space channel, at first there are stars in the universe, and then there is a completely dark environment. After driving for a few minutes, you can reach your destination. Zhao Mai has also seen a space channel with slow lightning bursts. However, the time channel is completely different. There are blurred luminous lines everywhere, like spinning threads hanging from a loom, or like strings of a harp. These lines are densely arranged neatly, without contact with each other. Some hazy shadows are attached to the lines and move in a fixed direction from top to bottom. Zhao Mai looked at it in a focused manner, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not see what the shadow was on it.

"the·che" flew in the void, and there was no support under the wheels, but the wheels were still rotating smoothly. Wherever the car passed, these luminous lines would make the road open, like a curtain lifted, and then return to its original state behind him. This process was repeated again and again, and no matter how dense the luminous lines were, they would not touch each other. Zhao Mai discovered that as long as he entered the tunnel, he could not and had no need to control the car. He just needed to keep the accelerator and naturally he could reach the finish line.

"The scenery here is really interesting." The whole car except Dogian was looking around with great enthusiasm. At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came outside the car, and a completely unfamiliar voice came: "The little bug is here!" Then, a big hand made of luminous lines grabbed the car.

"So it's you, here!" The old man's voice also sounded, and at the same time his hand appeared, blocking the previous hand. Zhao Maigang breathed a sigh of relief, and the third voice sounded. This time it was a black hand, which appeared directly next to the car. Then the car's shell was crushed like an empty soda can that was grabbed and squeezed.

Black smoke emanated from the body of the car, the engine stopped immediately, and the car began to fall. Zhao Mai saw countless hands stretching out from the luminous lines, fighting each other in a tangled manner, but no hand tried to catch or save them. "the·che" kept falling, and this time the luminous lines would not take the initiative to move away. The car hit the line and would cause an explosion, and the shell of the luminous lines would be damaged, but fortunately, the people in the car were dizzy except for falling, and were not affected by anything else.

He kept falling, getting farther and farther away from the battlefield of the luminous hands, and finally he could not see it at all. Below them, countless luminous lines gathered more and more densely, forming a bright ocean that could not be seen directly. Zhao Mai knew in his heart that he would be damaged when he touched the lines. If he fell into the light, he would be dead.

Just when he was feeling desperate, the hand-painted Tai Chi Yin-Yang fish in the storage box flew out. The black and white, Yin-Yang parts were swirling and expanding, wrapping the car up suddenly. Zhao Mai felt that the light in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he had already left the time tunnel and stopped in a wheat field covered by fog.

"Is this a calculating? I'm still alive, which means that the old man is better?" Zhao Mai was still shocked and looked at the situation through the fog. The wheat was sparse and there were still many weeds in the field. It was obvious that it had been a long time since he was cleaned up. An isolated scarecrow stood in the middle of the field, and its inclination was much higher than the Leaning Tower of Pisa. There were no birds, no insects, and only a faint smell of gunpowder.
Chapter completed!