"Aftermath?" Li Qianxia was taken aback.

The aftershocks are this strong? The first two shockwaves were just flames, this one is pure fire!

"This mission seems difficult," she said, sounding slightly uneasy.

"It's okay, once your brother gets here, the flames will only make us stronger."

Inside the carriage, the old nun and the young nun were exhausted, and they only had one more chance to be upright and honest left.

With only a few lollipops left in my mouth, the train carriage wasn't moving very fast.

Inside the carriage, the colors of the setting sun suddenly filled the air. When Bi turned around, a large ball of flame rushed towards her.

She spread her five fingers toward the flames, which crashed against a transparent wall, appearing from a distance as if a raging wall of fire had been erected in the air.

"Scumbags, and enemies!" she shouted alertly.

"It's alright." Li Changzhou was in slightly better spirits, and the white mist around him had thinned out a bit. "Those who play with fire are only so-so. Once I recover, I can control it."

After a moment of vigilance, no one followed.

With her delicate little face, Bi pondered like an adult: "I have a feeling this mission won't be easy. There's an unkillable jellyfish, and now there's one that can manipulate flames."

Li Changzhou spread his hands, took out the Snow Mountain Water Bottle, poured it over his head, and then gulped it down.

The cold liquid slid down my throat, making me feel a little better, but it didn't quench my thirst at all.

“The ‘Master’ will also be around this time. I might run into him. If I had known, I would have bought a duel talisman. If I had killed him, I could have become unrestrained.”

Li Changzhou licked his lips, raised his head, water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair, his eyes behind the hair staring at Bi Jiao's delicate neck.

This is what he needs.

His physical weakness intensified his bloodlust; a fire burned within him.

He took another sip of snow water.

"Give me a sip too." Bi was also thirsty.

She took the snow mountain water bottle, tilted her head back, and gulped down the water.

Li Changzhou stared at her neck, his stomach even feeling the emptiness and cramping he felt when he was hungry.

This was a good opportunity. He remained calm, staring intently at Bi's neck, focusing his attention, just as he had done with his hand when he burned it with flames, letting the bloodthirsty impulse and desire torment him.

The body silently familiarizes itself with everything that belongs to vampires.

Strong self-suggestion can drive a person insane. If this body, which has been enhanced twice, remembers the feeling of a vampire, can it acquire the physique of a vampire through "self-suggestion"?

I'm afraid that won't work.

But this is also an experience, and it allows you to understand the exact extent of a vampire's thirst for blood, preparing you for dealing with such creatures in the future.

"What? Why are you glaring at me like that?" Bi wiped her mouth and glared back at Li Changzhou with displeasure. "I just drank a little water from you. Here, take it back!"

Li Changzhou took another sip, which slightly eased his urge to bite Bi's neck, before putting away the Snow Mountain Water Bottle.

Bi turned her head to look at the ground and said, "We've arrived."

With a loud crash, the train carriage rammed into Edison's research institute.

The research institute didn't look like a research institute at all. It was a spacious area with rows of tables, like a weaving factory.

1200ksw.

Li Changzhou stood up, stepped out of the carriage, leaving behind wisps of white mist.

Edison, dressed in a suit with slightly thinning white hair, was smoking a cigar, with bricks from the wall shattered by the train crash at his feet.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Edison." Li Changzhou brushed away the last wisp of white mist from his shoulder and greeted the King of Inventions.

Edison took a deep drag on his cigar, the tip of which gleamed.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, composed himself, and asked, "Who are you?"

Li Changzhou recalled the name the housekeeper uttered: "Chou... Spencer... Morgan."

“Morgan?” Edison tossed aside his cigar, stepped over the pile of rubble, and extended his hand. “Hello! Welcome to my research institute!”

What kind of person was Edison?

"Who knows?" Yang Qinglan looked at the town not far away, her tone nonchalant. "Some people say he's an inventor, some say he's a fraud, some say he's a capitalist, and some say he's too stupid."

"Stupid?" Li Qianxia repeated in surprise, "Is Edison stupid?"

“Tesla said it.” Yang Qinglan looked away. “It is said that the methods Edison used in his experiments were very inefficient, often resulting in doing things that were twice as difficult to achieve half the results. According to Tesla, he didn’t even know some basic theories and calculation methods, completely ignoring elementary education and mathematical knowledge, and only believing in the inventor’s intuition and experience.”

"In short," Yang Qinglan concluded, "he is a person who is quick to act but lazy to think."

"That's it," she added. "This is Tesla's perspective."

"History is truly... wondrous." Li Qianxia was at a loss for words.

"It's also possible that Tesla was jealous, jealous that Edison, who dropped out of elementary school, achieved such great success—this is just speculation, and no one knows the truth. If you're interested, you can ask him yourself."

Yang Qinglan asked her to inquire about Tesla and Edison, but Li Qianxia thought of Li Changzhou instead.

"I wonder if my brother has arrived yet." She was a little melancholy, as she hadn't seen her brother for almost all morning.

It wasn't just any morning; it was a morning where I didn't know where the other person had gone, or when or where we would meet again.

“Oh, right, Lan,” she said, glancing at Yang Qinglan who was also gazing into the distance, “when you see my brother, have him transfer the money to you. You should learn the other two skills; I think it’s quite necessary.”

Yang Qinglan shook her head: "Let's talk about it after we get out. Maybe we can buy something better this time."

"But we need to be able to get out first. Only when you become stronger can we get out!"

"We'll see." Yang Qinglan still didn't want to spend money on the Gospels; she'd rather save it for Li Changzhou to upgrade his skills.

Li Qianxia suddenly chuckled.

Facing Yang Qinglan's questioning gaze, she smiled and said, "That's right. I remember when we first met, you were all serious and cold, talking to my brother about team spirit and giving game coins to those who need them first, but now you're reluctant to use them yourself."

Yang Qinglan smiled, beautiful, stunningly beautiful, but there was no real smile in her eyes.

“…I’m not going to say it anymore.” She stopped talking, but then Li Qianxia muttered, “You’re only allowed to talk about us, but I’m not allowed to talk about you.”

Did I mention you?

"Uh—, um... I will in the future, I definitely will! Yeah!"

"We've arrived!" the old witcher's voice suddenly rang out.

The two looked at the same time, and under the scorching summer sun, the air in the town of Menlo Park was so hot it seemed distorted, like a mirage.