Thinking of this, Xiang Wan's heart couldn't help but pound.

If air could truly emit light, then everything indoors would make sense.

Where there is a light source, there must be plants or objects capable of photosynthesis. During photosynthesis, oxygen is released for respiration. The exhaled carbon dioxide is absorbed by something, separating into carbon ions and oxygen ions. These ions combine with some substance in the air, emitting light, and then photosynthesis continues.

This cycle repeats, and the room no longer needs air intakes and exhausts; as long as there are living people, it's fine.

People need to sleep at regular intervals. Whether in deep or light sleep, they cannot possibly remain asleep during transport if someone moves them. Unless the change is instantaneous or they have been drugged.

In the original owner's memories, the scene change always occurred while she was sleeping or dead, so she never witnessed it. But Xiang Wan has a system; even if she's asleep and dead, 007 isn't someone to be trifled with.

Having only been in this room for a short time, Xiang Wan didn't want to change the scene so soon, so she stood up and walked around the room.

Xiang Wan wore no jewelry. She had changed her clothes; it was a one-piece suit from head to toe, without even a zipper or button. She wore soft boots, making no sound as she walked. Her entire outfit resembled that of someone locked in a laboratory in a science fiction movie.

The wall was very thick, without any holes, and didn't seem to be made of cement or any other material. When I tapped it, it was hard and made no sound.

I walked around the wall but found nothing.

The room was pleasantly warm, and the bed extended directly from the wall, with a mattress made of a slightly softer material that was attached to the bed.

Clearly, to prevent the people inside from dismantling things or causing damage, the only weapon Xiang Wan could use was her fingernails.

The original owner had attempted suicide in every place except this room; only ending her life here could she find true liberation. So, what did the person who placed the original owner here want?

Unable to think of anything, Xiang Wan simply stopped thinking about it.

She reached up and tugged at her clothes; they were elastic, and she was at least wearing underwear underneath. Otherwise, the thought of being completely naked and searching for a toilet when she urgently needed to pee was unbearable for Xiang Wan.

The system, which had been quietly pretending to be a quail, secretly rolled its eyes: The host is as carefree as ever. At a time like this, it is actually concerned about what to do when it has to pee. Doesn't it realize that without food or drink, where can it go to pee?

She tried calling out, but heard no echo. Xiang Wan silently lay back down on the bed and began circulating the Frostbite Technique. Of all her skills, this was probably the only one that was truly useful at the moment.

I adjusted my breathing, but there was no response. I adjusted my breathing again, but still no response!

Holy crap, does that mean I can't even use martial arts anymore?

Undeterred, Xiang Wan tried again to regulate her breathing, but still to no avail. At this moment, sweat began to bead on Xiang Wan's forehead.

Originally, I wasn't in a hurry because I had martial arts skills and a system with me. But now I can't use my skills, and the system isn't working. Am I really going to have to go through countless scenarios like the original owner before returning here?

No, something must be wrong.

Xiang Wan raised her hand, looked at the sleeve on her arm, and decisively sat up, starting to peel her skin from her neck down—oh no, to take off her clothes.

The original owner had a very voluptuous figure, with curves in all the right places. This outfit was perfectly tailored for her; once taken off, it could be rolled up and reduced to a tiny piece the size of a palm.

Lying back in bed, Xiang Wan tried regulating her breathing again, but still nothing happened. Was she supposed to practice naked?

Without delay, Xiang Wan took action as soon as she thought of it. She kept telling herself that this wasn't her body, but just a borrowed shell, which temporarily suppressed the shyness in her heart.

She lay down again, regulated her breathing and circulated her energy, but still gained nothing. Xiang Wan finally gave up; it seemed this body really wasn't suited for martial arts practice.

Xiang Wan quickly put on her clothes, thinking that she couldn't let all this effort go to waste. So she stood in front of the bed, took a deep breath, and used all her strength to step onto the bed.

The bed seemed to come alive; as her feet landed, the landing point formed a groove that followed the shape of her feet all the way to the floor.

Xiang Wan lost her balance and almost pressed her face against the wall. Fortunately, her hands moved quickly enough to steady her when her nose was just an inch away from the wall.

She stretched her leg out again, and the bed continued to shift with her movements. Xiang Wan tried several times and concluded that whenever she attacked, the bed softened. But if her force wasn't great, there was no change; it remained a hard board.

What's going on? Could this room be alive?

Yes, when the original owner of this body attempted suicide, neither hitting the wall nor the bed resulted in a fatal outcome. In the end, she took off her clothes, twisted them into a rope, and strangled herself to death!

After some searching, they realized the room might be occupied by a living person and had enough oxygen to keep them moving around; it seemed there were no other discoveries.

Xiang Wan silently kept these thoughts in mind, told the system, and then lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

I counted silently in my mind, but there was still no movement around me. Occasionally, I would open my eyes and see the same scene as before.

It seems that unless I actually fall asleep, the scene won't change.

Secretly, in an inconspicuous place, he scratched hard with his fingernail, leaving a shallow mark, and then fell asleep in the evening.

This time, she was awakened by thirst.

The sky was filled with yellow sand, which was swept around by the wind.

Xiang Wan's lips were dry and chapped; even the slightest movement would leave a bloody mark.

The sky here is hazy yellow, the sun is nowhere to be seen, there are no clouds, and even fewer birds.

Looking around, the endless yellow sand formed a sea of ​​sand. The sand dunes piled up by the strong winds were quickly flattened by another gust of wind.

Xiang Wan dipped her hands into the sand, scooped up a handful of fine sand, and let it flow through her fingers.

The sand was dry, neither too hot nor too cold, which was very different from the desert she had imagined.

In the movie, the surface of the sand is hot, and it gets cooler as you go deeper. Xiang Wan also tried digging two or three feet deep, but she couldn't feel that the sand below was any different from the sand on the surface.

"Xiao Qi, how did I get here?"

The thirst grew stronger, so Xiang Wan simply sat down and stared into the distance, lost in thought.

“I swear, I didn’t slack off at all. All I know is that it suddenly went dark for a moment, and then you were lying on the sand.”

"So, the scene changed in just a split second?"

The system hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "That should be the case, but my exploration range here is limited. It seems this desert has no end."

Xiang Wan's expression turned serious. "How wide an area can you survey?"

"For example, in the last world, I could find anyone you mentioned, no matter where they were. But here..."

The endless desert seems illogical, yet it evokes a vague sense of familiarity!