The surrounding crowd suddenly distorted and blurred, as if two layers of background blur filters had been applied.

It is a separate dimensional space created just for the two of them to talk. The two stand facing each other, with the distance between them still that of the three-dimensional world.

Xie Yin looked at her gently, and then—his body instantly transformed into a dense black shadow, collapsing and then expanding and spreading.

Jiang Shuyin was enveloped in black mist, and all she could see was mist.

"This is your true form?"

"Hmm." An echo appeared in her mind, without the vibration of her speech organs, and it seemed that the signal was not transmitted by sound waves.

Jiang Shuyin understood; he was the black mist that appeared outside her window.

So they had known each other for a long time, which made her very curious—

"So what's the situation at your home?"

Xie Yin: "The clan has fewer than a thousand members, without fathers, mothers, brothers, or sisters. They were born from the depths of the universe, experienced a golden age, and are now in a state of decline."

His answer made Jiang Shuyin realize that although they were very close now, they were actually very far apart, as far as more than one galaxy, or even in the same universe.

Jiang Shuyin then asked, "So, are you planning to settle down here?"

Xie Yin: "No, about a hundred years from now, we will migrate to the next universe again until we find a suitable environment to live in."

He looked down at her, suggesting that she could come with them if she wished.

Jiang Shuyin took a deep breath: "That's good. I wonder what Earth will be like in a hundred years. Will there still be so many alien races then?"

Xie Yin answered seriously: "Earth is restricted by rules, and races like mine will leave. My race has already gone to Kepler Planet to live temporarily. Most of the races that remain here are from the evil faction."

They wanted to destroy the entire ecosystem and civilization here before leaving, but what humanity truly needs to face are the viruses and microorganisms; the mutants are individuals infected by these viruses.

The universe imposes limitations on all things. In a weak and low-level universe, all life forms are suppressed to a lower level. For example, the Shuler aliens, limited by materials, are unable to create super-powered weapons that could destroy planets, or the races, limited by their strength, are unable to use their mental power to control the minds of all life forms on the planet.

Therefore, what humans can best overcome is what they can see.

And what they cannot see with the naked eye is more likely to destroy human civilization.

Xie Yin had also discussed this matter with the elders, and it would only take ten years for human society to show signs of stability.

The universe is fair.

Although humans are small, their growth rate is so fast that it dwarfs that of other creatures. If their lifespan were to increase by another fifty years, it would pose an unimaginable danger.

Jiang Shuyin temporarily set aside her personal emotions and pressed him for an answer: "How many types of viruses are there? Are microorganisms bacteria?"

Xie Yin: "Viruses can be seen as toxins secreted by alien organisms. At least 10 types can cause mutations in the brains of humans and animals. This has both advantages and disadvantages. Those with superpowers are a manifestation of successful mutation, while mutated humans are a manifestation of failure."

Microorganisms, like dust in the air, can enter living organisms through respiration. Some parasitize and steal nutrients from the body, while others live in symbiosis until the organism dies naturally.

Jiang Shuyin slowly processed this explosive news: "Do you suggest I release this?"

Xie Yin smiled and said, "Minister Hu already knows, but they don't want people to know for the time being. They will probably wait until there is progress on the virus vaccine before announcing it."

For ordinary people, knowing this only increases panic; they can't do anything proactively. On the contrary, this negative news will make them even more depressed. Perhaps without viruses and microorganisms, humanity will extinct itself.

Upon suddenly learning such an incredible secret, Jiang Shuyin was momentarily bewildered, but as a former novelist, she had a vivid imagination and nothing was unacceptable to her.

The apocalyptic environment also cleared up the fog before her, revealing a bright future: humanity needed to develop vaccines against viruses and harmful microorganisms to cut off the source.

For superhumans like them, the primary task is to resist foreign invaders, eliminate the defeated, and perpetuate the flame of humanity and civilization.

It's time to make a contribution again, and fortunately, the reward is not bad.

After calming herself down, she glanced around and said, "Shall we go out first? I'm going to find my mom."

The blurry figure dispersed like mist, revealing the true situation outside.

The vast space condensed into a point beneath her feet, and in the blink of an eye, it returned to its original state.

"Less than a microsecond." Xie Yin lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.

Alvin, with the same expression as before, looked at them and asked, "What microseconds?"

Jiang Shuyin rubbed her forehead: "It's nothing, let's go, there are too many people."

Alvin tried his best to avoid it, but someone still deliberately bumped into him.

The seemingly fragile little fish becomes strong when it becomes a father; a faint red light flickers in its eyes, as if there are weak ultrasonic waves oscillating in the air.

The people nearby froze and began to walk away in unison.

Jiang Shuyin knew who did it, but didn't say anything to stop him.

The three found Zheng Lanxiang, who was chatting and laughing with people at a nearby stall.

"You have a girl too?"

“My husband has a child who lives with me and sends me money every month, so I don’t have to worry about anything. The only problem is that the job is unstable, with high risks and frequent business trips.”

"Yes, yes, nothing is perfect. I envy you having a son and a daughter. It must be so lively."

Jiang Shuyin stood in front of the stall, with two handsome men over 1.89 meters tall behind her, which stunned the middle-aged women.

"Mom? How's business?"

Zheng Lanxiang rolled her eyes at her: "Nobody wants them. I've already written down the prices: one item per task point, and nobody even asks about them."

Jiang Jianli's clothes are all middle-aged polo shirts and loose, baggy pants. His target audience is mostly old men who don't care about dressing up. Who would be willing to spend that money?

Zheng Lanxiang sighed, "If no one wants them, I'll give them to these two older ladies. They have family members who can wear them. These are all things I bought in the last two years, and they're all very clean."

The other two aunties nodded repeatedly: "It is clean."

As we were talking, someone came over and asked, "Boss, how much is this pot?"

Zheng Lanxiang glanced at the young woman's clothes; she didn't seem short of money: "10 mission points."

The woman didn't speak, but first looked at the man next to her questioningly.

The man laughed in exasperation: "You're quite amusing, aren't you? You're playing favorites! I'm only offering 5 mission points, what kind of pot is worth 10 mission points?"

This is an "imported non-stick pan" that Jiang Shuyin brought back from the United States.

The woman asked curiously, "Is it the kind that doesn't require oil and prevents the eggs from sticking to the pan?"

Zheng Lanxiang quickly added, "Yes, yes, it saves fuel!"

The woman looked at the man again.

The man gritted his teeth: "Eight mission points."

Zheng Lanxiang tapped the clapperboard: "Deal."

One person takes the pot, and the other takes the card, to the transaction server to transfer money.