Chapter 280 | My Class Is Ghost Bride, But This Isn’t Romance

While the other two were focused on the ground, and no one was paying attention to her, a driver's license appeared in Bai Ci's hand.

The effect of the item [Oblivion] was triggered, and a vast, unfamiliar stream of mechanical information instantly appeared in Bai Ci's mind.

But she didn't have much time to process and understand it now.

The duration of [Oblivion] was dynamically determined by the complexity of the vehicle, the user's proficiency in operating it, and the number of times it had been used.

Currently, it was an interstellar spaceship, an unknown creation far beyond human technology, and she had never even touched one before.

Zero proficiency combined with top-tier complex machinery directly capped the item's duration, allowing it to be effective for only a little over thirty seconds.

Once this time passed, all this complex and vast knowledge would immediately vanish, and the item would then enter a long cooldown period.

After concentrating on quickly understanding how to enter and exit the spaceship, Bai Ci immediately stopped using the item and put it back into her inventory.

The duration for [Oblivion] on this alien spaceship paused at a 30-second countdown, awaiting its next use.

Fortunately, she had experimented with [Oblivion] earlier in her personal independent space and figured out this method of conserving its usage time.

Every second of those thirty-plus seconds was precious. Releasing it only when encountering a problem, and focusing its use on critical points, was the only way to avoid waste.

Unlike the usual opening and closing mechanisms of human boats and vehicles, this interstellar spaceship's surface entrance was a gravity-sensing, hidden retractable hatch, unlocked by specific ground vibration frequencies.

Bai Ci stomped on the ground a few times, seemingly casually, and then added with a hint of confusion, “There’s no hollow feedback from underneath at all. It’s very solid; I can’t hear any signs of a secret door or underground passage.”

“You can’t hear an underground passage, can you?” Shen Jiayi said, bouncing a few times with force. “If you could hear it, wouldn’t it collapse if I jumped like this…?”

As she spoke, a subtle tremor suddenly ran through the solid earth beneath her feet.

The entire flat patch of dirt suddenly sank and slid open to the sides, revealing an entrance beneath their feet.

Girls, that was perfect teamwork.

The rushing wind roared in their ears, and Bai Ci silently praised Shen Jiayi.

Thump, thump, thump—

Three landing sounds, varying in weight, echoed one after another as the trio landed on an alloy floor covered with spring mattresses.

It was probably because villagers needed to enter and exit; the spring mattresses had been purchased and laid down by them, adorned with cartoon yellow ducks, completely out of place with the surrounding high-tech scenery.

“Alien technology, indeed,” Qu Ling said as she got up.

The underground space wasn't bright; only the edges of the walls near the floor were inlaid with a band of faint indicator lights.

Under the pale blue, cold light, human eyes could barely make out the general situation inside.

It was vast and empty, pitch black all around, so dark they couldn't see their hands in front of their faces.

Bai Ci also got up, feigning confusion as she rubbed her wrist. “It seems we accidentally stumbled upon a hidden mechanism here and opened the secret door.”

“Oh, right, can we still use the butterfly? Let it out, and we’ll continue following the scent to find her.”

She quickly drew a conclusion to the situation, then smoothly changed the subject, giving the other two no time to ponder how much of their “accidental stumble” was truly coincidental.

Qu Ling took off her backpack, pretending to check it, but actually taking out the item she had just put away.

“It’s usable; not broken.”

She opened the glass jar, and the bright blue-winged butterfly fluttered out again, circling gently once in the dim passage before locking onto the scent ahead and flying deeper into the corridor.

While the butterfly led the way and the other two's attention was drawn forward, Bai Ci quickly pulled out [Oblivion] again and briefly activated the item.

A mere two or three seconds of information download was enough for her to understand the spaceship's current status.

Confirmed, it was good news.

The entire spaceship was in emergency power-saving mode. To conserve energy to the maximum extent, all functions in all areas were shut down, except for the core cultivation chamber, which maintained basic operations.

This meant that for intruders like them, the most threatening systems—surveillance, intrusion defense, early warning, and interception mechanisms—were all completely deactivated.

They could move through the spaceship unimpeded, without worrying about triggering alarms, providing them with the greatest convenience for rescuing someone.

This was undoubtedly fantastic news.

The narrow spaceship corridor was silent, with only their soft footsteps echoing gently. The pale blue light strip extended all the way, winding through the corridor and past the tightly closed, idle chambers on either side.

After about several minutes, a bright, warm white light suddenly shone from the end of the dark passage ahead.

The guiding blue butterfly stopped before a heavy alloy hatch, gently fanning its wings, no longer moving forward.

The trio immediately stopped, lightened their steps, and slowly approached.

A transparent, glass-like window was embedded in the center of the hatch. Looking through it, the scene inside the cultivation chamber was visible.

Inside the spacious and brightly lit cultivation chamber, the lights were clear and dazzling.

Shen Tan was still wearing her pure white gauze dress, its wide skirt concealing her figure. She was tightly bound to the central cultivation chair with restraints, unable to move.

Her bridal veil still covered her face, obscuring all her expressions; only her straight neck was visible.

Directly in front of the cultivation chair stood a transparent, human-sized tank, connected to instruments and wires, looking very much like the culture tanks seen in some movies.

The tank was filled with clear, transparent nutrient solution, with bubbles occasionally rising to the surface, seemingly awaiting a specific moment to complete the final cultivation process.

“The door isn’t locked; you can push it open and come in. They’ve gone to retrieve the core raw materials for the cultivation of the fetus,” Shen Tan suddenly turned her head towards the door, her tone confident that they had arrived.

Her sense of smell had detected the scent of “Withered Flower” on Bai Ci even before her eyes could see them.

“Dog nose, you smelled us again,” Shen Jiayi said, pushing the door open and entering.

Qu Ling immediately stepped forward, pulled a sharp knife from her seemingly small versatile backpack, and with a few swift motions, cut all the ropes binding Shen Tan.

With the restraints gone, Shen Tan slowly raised her hand and gently gathered her wide skirt, her voice carrying a hint of genuine emotion. “I didn’t expect… you would really risk coming to save me.”

“Things are bad.”

“The people who went to get the materials could return at any moment. And I don’t know how to get out, and even if I did, it would be hard to escape.”

Bai Ci didn't reply. She quickly scanned the entire cultivation chamber, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding furnishings.

Dozens of sealed glass jars were neatly arranged in the corners. One of them was shattered and cracked, its liquid long since drained, leaving it empty.

Inside the remaining intact jars, clumps of green embryos of varying sizes and curled forms were submerged.

Besides the embryos, a few red flowers floated sporadically in the liquid of these jars.

The flowers were an abnormally intense red, not the crimson of roses or the vivid red of gardenias, but the color of fresh blood before it coagulated.