疯狂的妻子

Guessing this second, Liu Yong applied negligible power and deftly swung the entryway wide. Past lay a passage covered in dimness, a domain immaculate by the human presence for centuries.

As he had predicted, the inside was not the dry, barren space one could expect but rather a watery grave loaded up with the briny profundities of the ocean. It was a bewildering scene, however, one that Liu Yong could figure out, given the conditions.

"Expected so a lot," Liu Yong mumbled to himself, his voice scarcely perceptible over the surge of water.

" This spaceship's been laying on the sea floor for 50,000 years. It would have been odd in the event that it weren't overflowed."

Directed by a handheld light source, Liu Yong wandered further into the passageway. It extended ahead, completely straight, for around forty to fifty meters. Looking for him was a universe of puzzlers, of insider facts murmured by the ocean.

Bawang, ever the energetic pet, tolled in, "Expert, the entryway's open! I'm tingling to see what's inside."

Liu Yong couldn't resist the opportunity to grin at Bawang's excitement. " My friend, you'll have to wait outside. It's basically impossible that you can just barely get through this entryway."

Even though the door had a seven-meter height and a three-meter width, it still needed to be more adequate than the Overlord's massive frame.

Overlord let out a resigned sigh as the narrow passage prevented him from exploring.

Liu Yong recognized Master's anxiety with a gesture, then, at that point, with the remote ocean light source close by, he set out on the excursion ahead.

The passage's walls were shrouded in a dismal, dim, dark metal, summoning a feeling of suspicion. It was estimated to be roughly four to fifty meters long, five meters wide, and at a transcending level of ten meters.

With each stroke, Liu Yong moved nearer to the passageway's end, where one more entryway lingered, a perfect representation of the past one. Liu Yong was as used to turning a key as he was to precisely unlocking a door.

With a delicate "click," the entryway respected his endeavours.

As Liu Yong swam into the unknown, he cast his light on a sight that completely awed him, making his heart race.

It was an exhibition of past creative minds!

Venturing through the entry moved him into a titanic round lobby, effectively crossing a width of 200 meters. The sheer glory blew his mind.

A testament to a civilization steeped in the wonders of science fiction, the hall pulsated with frantic energy. In its middle, an unfilled void called, while encompassing it, were a variety of unlimited gadgets, their actual reason an enticing secret.

Some of these gadgets gave off an impression of mind-boggling instruments decorated with mammoth showcase screens and complex varieties of touch-delicate buttons. Liu Yong couldn't fight the temptation to test them, wanting to stir some old innovation.

However, his endeavours were to no end, unfortunately. These relics of a high level of progress had succumbed to the destructive hug of seawater throughout the long term.

Liu Yong wanted to wonder about the cutting-edge innovation of these tragically missing outsiders. Their manifestations had gotten through a portion of a thousand years lowered underneath the ocean before finally giving up their usefulness.

Had these gadgets been built from materials like plastic or treated steel, they would have broken down into obscurity. However, here they stood, quiet observers of the past, declining to respect the persistent walk of time.

Liu Yong continued his exploration with his light source, searching the hall for clues to the cockpit's entrance or any treasures that could be claimed.

The dome was tremendous, its insider facts concealed inside overly complex corners. Time, in any case, was a steady slave driver, and Liu Yong realized he had a simple thirty to forty minutes to uncover reality.

"See, there's an entryway around there!"

Liu Yong's heart hustled as he moved toward this newly discovered revelation. Dissimilar to the past entryways, this one differed from any he had experienced. It took him a few minutes to unravel its system and get entrance.

Behind the entryway lay the sought-after prize - the cockpit!

As Liu Yong shined his light inside, he felt excited as he realized he was finally standing on the edge of the adventure he had always wanted.

Decisively, he wandered in. Multiple pilot seats dotted the several hundred square meters of the spacious cockpit. One of them, tragically, was covered in a thick layer of sludge, while the others showed up generally perfect.

One of the seats was covered in dirt, and Liu Yong couldn't help but think that it might be the remains of an alien pilot. After five centuries, all that remained was an ooze without unmistakable highlights.

The cockpit was a hypnotizing combination of science fiction feel, a mother lode of sights and vibes that left Liu Yong in wonder.

Liu Yong, driven by a hunger for grasping, thoroughly reviewed everywhere. Buttons, joysticks, and controls of various sorts asked to be controlled; however, to his embarrassment, none answered his touch.

He mused aloud, "Perhaps this is an alien computer."

Liu Yong spotted a mysterious and intriguing object on a table nearby. Its plan bore the unquestionable signs of sci-fi, its motivation covered in puzzles.

"What's going on here?" Liu Yong contemplated, realizing that theory was his primary plan of action. Whatever its capability, if it very well may be moved, it was an award worth guaranteeing.

Liu Yong decided not to rush his departure because he knew time was passing him by. All things considered, he proceeded with his journey for revelation.

"See, there's a bureau here."

The outsiders, transcending monsters of the profound, had created their environmental elements to match their loftiness. The bureau before him remained at a monster four to five meters in level.

Anxiously, Liu Yong flung the bureau entryways wide. Rather than vacancy, they uncovered a store of treasures from the long past. Among them was one more gadget that looked like a PC, joined by a few overwhelming boxes.

With Liu Yong's eager hands, one of these boxes gave way, revealing a treasure trove of batteries identical to those he had found with the gun.

Detecting no time left, Liu Yong quickly gathered the items and advanced outside.

With each excursion, Liu Yong collected more relics. Altogether, he recovered two mysterious gadgets that may be PCs and four enormous boxes, their items an enticing secret.

The containers were almost indistinguishable, and Liu Yong figured out how to open only one, uncovering a variety of batteries. The excess three boxes held mysteries yet obscure, maybe further fortunes or relics of a past time.

"Master, open up."

The Master obliged, its gigantic jaws separating to acknowledge the fortunes Liu Yong had uncovered. Fulfilled that he had gotten his revelations, Liu Yong settled onto the Master's back protective layer.

"How about we head back to the yacht," he pronounced.

At a profundity surpassing 3,000 meters, the water pressure was severe. Liu Yong only had 40 minutes to complete the task, and he was getting close to the end of his rope.

Bawang quickly swam upward, aware of his Master's limits.

The profundity slowly subsided, first from more than 3,000 meters to 2,000, then, at that point, to 1,000.

As the water pressure facilitated, Liu Yong's body lost, the weight of the remote ocean lifting from his shoulders. Past 1,000 meters, the tension was nevertheless ancient history.

Bawang stopped when they were about 100 meters below the surface. From that point, he diagrammed a course toward the far-off outline of the enormous yacht.

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