The conversation was divided into two parts. On the way back, we encountered a single caravan.

I told the caravans who came to the Free Trade Zone that I am the boss of the Free Trade Zone. If I am willing to help me, I can set up permanent commercial seats for them and provide the greatest convenience.

If you don't agree, you can leave on your own, but the group of people with us are the most famous privateers on the wasteland. If they robbed them or something, I can only express regret.

At the call of my "Justice Speech", the caravan happily agreed to take me into the Saber Water Bay and lurk directly in the hinterland of the enemy.

At that time, the pirates are surrounded by enemies and the center is blooming, and I don’t believe that there is still a way out for pirates!

We were so fast that when we entered the city, the Counter Lightning Army even evasively fought guerrillas outside the city as planned.

But when we were admiring the classic roadside art of man piles and about to enter the city, an accident happened.

A damn old bastard suddenly pulled me into his dream and told me ecstatically that he had another way to send me back!

I very distrust his statement!

I used to pass the dream gate, use the "final disaster", and position the place of the ranch. As a result, I was sent to the parallel world with one stroke, and my life was almost gone!

What's more, there is another "Thousand Face God" who made a harsh word to tell me not to leave after school. If I dare to pass through the dream again, I will beat my brain out...

So if I don’t have 100% sure this time, I will never try it!

But the old bastard said that he found a way to travel directly without going through a fantasy dream. In this way, he would never have to worry about being targeted by the "God of Thousand Faces" - but this method requires borrowing time and space anchor points to be used.

If the two spaces in the universe are regarded as two pieces of paper, this anchor point is like a needle that breaks two pieces of paper, connecting the two spaces that originally parallel and non-interference with each other.

For those spacecraft in the universe that can travel with the help of wormhole jumps, space jumps are not difficult. However, the energy of the wormhole jumps in the spacecraft is an astronomical number, and it is not something that an old bastard can transform out of thin air.

So he had to find the space anchor point.

Fortunately, he felt the existence of the space-time anchor point on this planet.

In other words, someone once came to this planet through such a space channel, leaving a hole that pierced the space.

Now for me, the existence of this hole not only means the footprints left by others, but also represents a place where the time and space wall is particularly weak. With a little "final disaster" power, you can achieve time travel!

I jumped up instantly.

I don’t know about other places, but the place where I woke up in the early morning when I came to the wasteland should be the best anchor point for time and space?

From where I came to this planet, can I also break through space and go back?

But the old bastard told me that it was impossible to complete the time travel there.

The space itself will be automatically repaired, just like a wound that will slowly heal. Maybe where I came, it turned out to be a trace of the colonist system positioning. This system is like a skilled surgeon who completed the operation with minimally invasiveness, so it heals very quickly. Now at most, at most, a finger-sized thing is transmitted back.

If I want to go back, I have to find a wound that is large enough that the wound is not healed!

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"You said it easy! How could I know where someone has traveled through time! There is no sign written there, which indicates that an elephant has traveled through time!"

I almost squirted blood on his face.

But Dad Hook, the old bastard, was extremely calm in his dream and casually formed a small blackboard to start teaching.

"What do you know, a stinky brat!" He turned his back and wrote and painted, "Of course things in space cannot be seen by the naked eye! But the interstellar vampire's talent is space jumping, so it is particularly sensitive to the position of the space anchor point. As long as there is an anchor point passing by, it can judge the size and the old and new according to the breath!"

This ability is as magical as Harry Potter's ability to find the Golden Snitch and Voldemort!

Ron, this thing works much better than a magic wand!

But I still asked a question: "How do you find it? How far away can you feel this thing? Or should I develop a Dragon Ball radar first? Will Bulma come by himself or send it to the unit?"

Dad Hook said angrily: "What are you thinking about again!"

He wiped the blackboard and drew another round planet. "Because you don't look like you can go to space, we should focus on this planet..."

I said dissatisfiedly: "Don't be a crow's mouth! I'm going to grab the spaceship this time. If I grab it, I can fly back directly!"

"So? Then I'll leave, come on. Goodbye!" Dad Hook said that as soon as he put the pen on, he turned around and wanted to leave, but I quickly stopped him.

What's wrong with this person? He gave up the challenge when he had a disagreement.

"No, no, although I don't have much expectations for this method, but I happened to have a friend who wanted to know about it. This is very reasonable, right!"

"Hum." Dad Hook let out a breath from his nostril before saying, "Then I will detect the anchor points near the space and mark all possible positions."

"Okay, okay!"

"But..." Dad Hook said a little hesitantly, "Although the interstellar vampire's ability can jump on planets, I and that old bastard Yorkson can't fully grasp it. Some entities still need to come to detect it, and it takes a little time..."

"The entity is coming? How do you say it?"

"Don't worry, you don't need to show the entire interstellar vampire. You just need to grow a tentacle as an antenna, and then borrow your body as the center to start superstring perception. This behavior will take up a lot of your brain power and you will not be able to move, but the perception range can be expanded a lot..."

Dad Hook hurriedly patched the ox he bragged about before, looking like a programmer who had a vicious loophole in the software, and he fell from the confidence in front to the ground.

"I knew there were ghosts inside! I was so meant to have tentacles on my body, right?" I recalled the soft, bloated blood-colored limbs of the interstellar vampire with fangs and strange mouths, and my body was shivering in an instant.

Dad Hook nodded seriously, and his temperament became like an undocumented old Chinese doctor. He relied on his face to make others believe in his medical skills.

...If there is another doctor in front of me, even a veterinarian is better than this barefoot doctor! Unfortunately, I don’t even have option B, so I can only be led by this old bastard.

I sighed and said dejectedly: "If you have tentacles, you should grow tentacles... Don't grow in strange places. Please stay away from my chicken! If it really doesn't work, grow on your head. If two small ones grow on your forehead, I will just think that I am the Mek! "

"No! A too short touch limb cannot emit powerful superstring perception, and the scanning range will be shortened."

I almost didn't breathe, "Forget it, then I'll just think I'm a Magi Buu... Don't let me grow it on my butt, I don't want to be Frieza or super dream!"

The old bastard smiled and said, "Don't worry! Then you go back to the real world to prepare. It's better to lie down first and don't move. I'll start to act immediately."

I hesitated and said, "Is it really okay? Then I'll leave! I have to let the caravan cover me tightly, don't spread rumors that I'm a tentacle monster..."

Dad Hook nodded and said, "Don't worry, it's true! It can only take up your body for a few hours."

"How many hours?! Old bastard, are you fucking..."

Before I could finish speaking, I had disappeared into the dream space.
Chapter completed!