Zhou Jing refused.

There is nothing special that needs to be explored at the moment. We should wait until Grif and the others bring "Will Wood", the astral apostle, to Frostwood Village and unlock that area.

After completing these operations, the panel flashed, the interface for placing the plan disappeared, and new information appeared:

[End of setup]

[Shuttle preparation space closed]

[Next time to enter countdown: 12 hours]

Suddenly, Zhou Jing's vision went dark.

And in the next second, his vision returned. He no longer saw the fluorescent panel and the starry space in front of him, but returned to his own room.

Neon lights were still flashing outside the window, illuminating the steel forest-like high-rise buildings and the flying vehicles shuttled among them.

Zhou Jing blinked.

Coming back now?

I thought it would be like traveling through the interstellar realm, sucking me into the crack again...

"By the way, what time is it now?"

Zhou Jing thought of this, sat up from the bed, and turned on the electronic clock on his phone.

Five o'clock in the morning.

He estimated the time he spent asleep and found that more than six hours had passed.

In the preparation stage of the shuttle, it is shown that the shuttle time can be set by yourself. The default is six hours of the main body. The difference in time flow rate between the two worlds is then converted into the stay time of a shuttle in the star world.

Zhou Jing was quite energetic at this time and did not feel any fatigue.

"Is my body sleeping through the astral realm by releasing my consciousness? If someone wakes me up during this process, will I continue to travel or return immediately? It's like sleeping under a blanket

Like it woke me up?"

Zhou Jing was a little curious.

He spent six days in the star realm and had a profound memory. However, during these days, he thought about the main world from time to time and did not get confused.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Jing found that his memory had improved a lot. Just with a thought, he recalled his own body's experience on the day before the time travel.

Well, I just got home after the interview and was informed by my family that I need to pay for the compulsory immigration quota for my family. My life plan was disrupted...

Zhou Jing let out a sigh of relief, but he was not as disappointed and angry as when he first learned the news.

After spending a few days calming down in the astral world, and wandering around the world between life and death, he suddenly thought about a lot of things.

Although he didn't get any physical benefits, he found that his mentality had changed.

There has never been a moment when it felt like a layer of invisible weight had been lifted off, and it felt light to the core, as if there was boundless freedom.

Zhou Jing's eyes changed, and he finally made up his mind and let out a long breath.

"It seems that we have to make a decision."

…

Outside the Blackshirt Forest, there is a winding river as clear as sapphire, and on the other side of the river is a verdant wilderness.

And above the wilderness, there is a human village called Frostwood Village, which stands along the river. A small stone bridge was built on the river to connect to the forest.

The sky was slightly bright, dawn was faint, and in the peaceful small village, farmers yawned and walked out of their houses, took their farm tools, and prepared to go to the fields to work.

At this moment, three embarrassed figures carrying people on their backs ran out of the forest on the other side, stepped onto the stone bridge, and stumbled into the village. They shouted anxiously as they ran, quickly attracting the attention of many villagers.

"They are dying, help them!"

"Call the witch doctor!"
Chapter completed!