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Chapter 73

Chapter 73

    Endless void.

    The name is Void, but it is actually the Bazaar. On the seemingly simple street stalls, there are a lot of high-tech electronic equipment in an extremely discordant manner. Cameras and gun barrels on the side of the road are monitoring the people passing by.

    The man in the peaked cap lowered the brim, as if he didn't want his face to be noticed. People who are familiar with him can tell his identity from his restless movements.

    ——It’s Yang Lin.

    He didn't want to come here, there were so many people, and it was difficult for a high-level fast traveler like him to escape if he was targeted. But he had reasons to come.

    "What did the above say?" Yang Lin asked the system when he walked to a place where there were few people.

    The system paused, and called up the past review records.

    It is biased toward its own host, but unfortunately, as the lowest-level status of the management system, even if it reaches a high level, it does not have the ability to fight against its superiors on many issues.

    The previous chat records flowed across Yang Rin's field of vision like flowing water. Seeing the cold response above, he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly.

    Facing those who are useless, the Space-Time Administration is such a cruel face.

    【I'm very sorry. 】The system couldn't bear it, and added, 【The most time I can win is three months. After three months, the Time and Space Administration will recover the consciousness of all traversers. 】

    Yang Lin fell silent, regaining consciousness was tantamount to death for him. Maybe other fast time travelers signed the time travel contract because of desire, ambition or poverty, but he is different, he is for survival.

    If the consciousness is withdrawn and he returns to that barren body, how many years can he live?

    Type I genetic disease is a terminal disease, which cannot be cured by the technology of the Space-Time Administration. If he is repatriated in this way, it will be tantamount to being sentenced to death.

    It would be fine if he died like this, but his parents would never give up any chance to save him. Once he received the notice that he was critically ill, he would try his best to cure him even if it was futile, and he would only postpone his death date.

    At that time, he will no longer be the pillar supporting the whole family, but the oil bottle that will drag the whole family down. Parents will sell their properties for him, and his sister will drop out of school and work for him. In the end, the whole family will wait in front of the hospital bed until the end is in vain.

    However, in the end, he was able to make a small struggle.

    Yang Lin collected himself and followed his memory to find a small blue-roofed tent. Whether it is the shape or the wooden sign placed at the door, it is very similar to the divination house in some stereotypes.

    It's the style of that person to be nagging.

    Yang Lin cursed in her heart, while opening the thick tassel curtain, she bent down and walked into the small tent.

    Oddly enough, despite its modest appearance from the outside, the interior of the tent is surprisingly roomy. It is about thirty to forty square meters, and the furnishings are quite modern. It can be distinguished that it is the layout of the living room.