New Thoughts

After washing up, Ye Xingchen lay on the bed and began to think.

All of this seemed to have happened after he had stored the fuel in his space.

Could it be the effect of the gasoline?

Ye Xingchen closed his eyes and entered the space. There were neatly arranged metal buckets that were taller than Ye Xingchen. He closed his eyes and reached out to touch the metal buckets.

After a long while, Ye Xingchen opened his eyes but found that he felt nothing wrong.

"That's strange. It's not a problem with the gasoline. Could it be that the distance was too far, so it consumed a lot of energy?!"

Ye Xingchen came out of the space and lay on the bed, thinking about how to verify his speculation. Suddenly, he glanced at the toothbrush and rinse cup that he placed on the sink.

He raised his hand and pointed in that direction. Ten minutes later, there was no reaction at all. On the contrary, his hand was sore from lifting it.