On one side is technology, on the other is primitiveness.
In the Hulk train car, Su Malie stirred the roasted potatoes and sweet potatoes, saying, "Ah Zhu, are we about to enter that legendary secret realm? Where's the entrance? Is there supposed to be some kind of ceremony?"
Jing Shu yawned as she brewed milk tea and petted the soft, fluffy feathers of the fat chicken, "What ceremony? Aren't we already at the entrance? I'm still a bit unaccustomed since returning to Wu City, even having a bit of insomnia. In the South Sea, with the high oxygen levels, I could sleep as soon as I lay down."
Su Malie shrugged, "I never knew what insomnia is. Anyway, those people online who are super envied for having lots of hair, fair skin, taking a minute for bathroom breaks, and two minutes to sleep, I happen to have it all."
Jing Shu rolled her eyes, begging her to stop.
As the two were chatting, various sounds came through the walkie-talkie:
