Zhao Chen, who had crossed over after his death in the modern era, was familiar with systems and personal spaces from novels and TV shows, even though they didn’t actually exist in his time.
So, he wasn’t surprised for long. He quickly let go of Chen Jiu’s hand and explained, “The pendant drank our blood and recognized us as its owners, so we’ve bound this space.”
“How do we get out?” Chen Jiu asked, examining the space.
The space was inexplicably as bright as day, and its size matched the description given by the voice in his mind, covering only about 1.5 mu. The ground was barren, with not even a blade of grass, and the surface was cracked from lack of water, making it look unsuitable for planting.
At the end of the space, there was a wall with words and pictures.
Chen Jiu couldn’t read the words but could identify some pictures as books, some as food-like items he didn’t recognize, and others as strange shapes he couldn’t decipher.
Each picture had words above and below it, but he couldn’t understand them.
“The space is in my mind, so others can’t see it. But you’re also one of the owners, so while you can’t see it, you can enter and exit freely. When you’re inside, if you think about leaving, the space will send you back to where you entered. To come back in, just squeeze your pendant,” Zhao Chen explained.
Since the pendant had mainly absorbed Zhao Chen’s blood, the space recognized him as the primary owner and Chen Jiu as the secondary owner.
Thus, Zhao Chen had more information in his mind and could ask the system’s customer service, called 666, for answers. After explaining to Chen Jiu, he gave the pendant back to him and shared what he knew.
Seeing Chen Jiu curiously staring at the pictures, Zhao Chen led him over and explained.
The wall was actually the space’s mall, where the items they could currently purchase were displayed. These items had clear prices, and once paid for, they would appear in the space for their use.
However, the items were quite expensive, with the only cheap one being the “Personal Space User Manual,” costing just ten coins.
Unfortunately, Zhao Chen didn’t even have ten coins.
Chen Jiu listened intently, surprised by the secrets hidden in the pendant, but also puzzled.
If the items on the wall were available for purchase, why hadn’t he seen them in his previous life?
After leaving Shui Lian Village, Chen Ling and Qian Yun soon connected with a noble, often sending gifts back to Qian’s parents and many to Chen’s family as well.
These gifts included expensive silk and jewelry, and some not-so-expensive but rare items in Shui Lian Village.
At that time, Chen Jiu had already become a concubine in the Qian family. Qian Yun’s mother, Jia Shi, loved to show off, always flaunting whatever Qian Yun and Chen Ling sent. She praised her son for being accomplished, praised Chen Ling for her intelligence and elegance, and looked down on Chen Jiu as a lowly, sickly person unfit for the household or kitchen.
Chen Jiu clearly remembered that among the gifts the couple sent back were northern wheat and sorghum, intended for the elderly to taste. They promised that once the noble succeeded, they would bring the elders to the capital to enjoy life.
If they could send such ordinary northern food back, how could all these items remain hidden?
Chen Jiu couldn’t understand.
But the events of his previous life were over, and thinking too much about them was pointless. As long as the portable space didn’t fall into the hands of those vile people this time, it was already a good outcome for him.
Actually, compared to what happened to the pendant in the hands of those scoundrels in his past life, what puzzled Chen Jiu more was—
“You, you can read?” He looked at the confident and composed person beside him, shocked.
“Uh, well…” Zhao Chen hesitated for a rare moment.
After a brief contemplation, he decided to be honest.
They already shared a secret now. While explaining to Chen Jiu, he had also asked the system, learning that the space was bound to both of them. As long as he was alive, the space couldn’t be returned to Chen Jiu alone.
Since Chen Jiu was the pendant’s original owner, he naturally had the right to use the space, and Zhao Chen had no power to sever that connection.
So, barring any unforeseen events, the two of them would be bound to this space for life.
Even if they didn’t become lifelong partners, they would still be closely connected friends and partners.
To make future actions easier and to foster mutual trust, honesty was the best approach.
“Well, I…”
Zhao Chen was about to speak when he suddenly heard voices, faintly mentioning Brother Jiu.
