"Sent failed? What happened?"

"I'm scratching my head while looking at my phone by the flower bed next to Yichen Inn," said Sanyueqi.

"I don't know." Xing shook her head. They had just been sending a message to Dan Heng, wanting to tell him what they had seen and heard on the Immortal Ship, so that he wouldn't worry unnecessarily.

Unfortunately, no matter what they did, the message couldn't be sent out.

"The technology for long-distance communication is not yet mature, and the presence of the star's core may also be interfering with signal transmission."

Uncle Yang sighed.

On March 7th, he held the phone up to Uncle Yang and swiped it around, saying, "No way! Look, the other functions still work! See!"

"Hmm, then it's only possible that someone tampered with it. Since Kafka is here, it must have been that little hacker from the Star Core Hunter who did it," Uncle Yang analyzed.

"Hello everyone, it's been a long time."

Just then, Lin Mo's voice suddenly rang out, and everyone instinctively looked in that direction.

Qingque complained, "Little Peppa, why have you been wandering around for so long? Do you know how embarrassed I am?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo walked past her carrying a large bag of snacks, handed Qing Que a box of roasted meat, and then ruffled her hair vigorously.

"Okay, okay, I know you missed me."

"Who...who misses you! Don't talk nonsense!" Qingque hurriedly retorted.

Unfortunately, the blush on her face had already given her away.

After saying that, he shamelessly came up to Walter and the other two, and presented the snack to March 7, saying, "What were you talking about just now? Come and try the snack I brought you. It's a specialty of Luofu. You'd be missing out if you didn't try it."

Looking at the various street food stalls with their fragrant aroma, her mouth watered uncontrollably.

However, March 7th quickly realized what had happened, wiped the drool off, and questioned, "Where did you go just now?!"

Upon hearing this, Qingque scratched her head, somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Mo spread his hands innocently and said, "I just went shopping. Look, I even brought you so much food. Didn't I ask my little bluebird on Xinghe Road to tell you?"

On March 7th, Lin Mo was momentarily speechless. Uncle Yang, who was standing to the side, gave Lin Mo a meaningful look and then helped him out, saying, "Alright, it's getting late. Everyone should go and get some rest. Tomorrow we have to face the Star Core Hunters. As for the food, we'll accept it without hesitation, as it's a way of not letting your kindness go to waste."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo smiled and nodded, then returned to his room with Qing Que.

March 7th glanced at the many snacks on the table and couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Yang? Aren't you afraid this food might be poisoned? That's how it's always portrayed in movies and TV shows!"

He paused mid-sentence, then looked at Xing and exclaimed:

"Hey! Hoshino, wait a minute! Why are you eating now?!"

"Idiot, what if it's poisonous?!"

"No! Leave some for me!"

Uncle Yang: "..."

...

Nighttime, inside a room at the inn.

The shameless Lin Mo cuddled Qing Que and slept on the same bed.

"Hey, Lin Mo, I remember the Diviner sent us to persuade the train crew to leave and not get involved in the Star Core Crisis, but why do I feel like we've been colluding with them all along?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo shrugged and said, "The general has already given them permission to work on star cores, so what does the Grand Diviner's order matter?"

Then, he couldn't help but pinch Qingque's waist hard: "Can't you speak properly? We and the train crew are clearly working together, how can you say we're colluding with each other!"

Qingque, who had been attacked in the waist, gave a soft snort and said, "Let's not talk about that. What exactly did you do when you went back to Taibu Si this morning?"

Lin Mo smiled and said, "Military secret."

Qingque only mentioned it briefly and didn't seem to want to ask any further questions.

"Tomorrow we're going to face off against that guy named Ka something-ka. I heard that all of their Star Core Hunters have the strength to destroy stars. Do you think we'll run into any danger?"

My anxiety about Qingque has flared up again.

"Haha, don't worry, our Xianzhou and train crew are not to be trifled with either."

Lin Mo smiled.

Putting aside the incredibly skilled Fu Taibu and the hunting envoy General Jingyuan, just consider the remote support from Lady Himeko, whose power is comparable to a star destroyer, plus a certain Herrscher of Reason whose strength is unfathomable, and that star who gets stronger the more it's attacked... How could anyone possibly lose a game like this?

Moreover, with my current strength, even if I can't defeat the envoy, I should be able to exchange a few blows with them, just like Yan Qing did.

After hearing Lin Mo's words of comfort, Qing Que finally felt at ease.

Just then, Lin Mo got out of bed, took out two teacups from the drawer, placed them on the table, and poured black tea and water into them.

"Hey? Lin Mo, what are you doing? Why are you drinking black tea so late at night instead of sleeping?"

"Let me make this clear first, I'm already sleepy and not in the mood for tea with you."

Looking at the tea on the table, which was emitting a faint but strong aroma, Qingque couldn't help but complain.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong.

"Guest, eavesdropping is not in the style of the train crew."

Lin Mo chuckled softly and turned to look at the door of the room.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the inn, illuminating the faint ripples in the sunlight.

Qingque immediately tensed up, and just as she was about to cry out, the wooden door was pushed open generously.

The black-rimmed glasses reflected a silvery light in the cold moonlight, and the cane forged from the Star of Eden tapped lightly on the floor, making a crisp sound in the silent room.

Walter Young's figure emerged from the gap.

He looked at Lin Mo in front of him and pushed up his glasses: "You guys are indeed not travelers from the Milky Way."

Although he knew the two people in front of him meant no harm, the thought of having to take two people of unknown origin to deal with Kafka tomorrow made him uneasy.

"Uncle Yang, there's no need to emphasize something that's already obvious. By the way, would you like to come here for a cup of tea?"

Lin Mo smiled and gestured for him to proceed.

Uncle Yang glanced at the tea in the cup and, finding nothing unusual, went to Lin Mo's side.

There was no small amount of small talk or pleasantries.

He went straight to the point and asked, "Who exactly are you people?"