'No, just wait a minute. I seem to be able to control it again. Just wait a minute and let me try.'

Sister Ji endured the cold feeling all over her body and forced herself to run her life body. The implanted silk thread on her body was slowly pulled out, directly replacing the spinning thread, and wound around the two axis frames.

The next moment, an indescribable feeling emerged from her heart. The past, present, and future of countless individuals seemed to have been boiled into a pot of soup, slowly rippling in her heart. The bubbles in the soup were like life.

Among the events, big and small, there are not only the past, but also the future.

She seems to have the ability to fluctuate the "soup" and change someone's fate.

Accompanied by the sound of "crackling" stamping, the fabric gradually closed up, and a new name emerged.

Carry a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night.

The deep connection with this textile machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that Brother Umbrella's relationship with this textile machine was severed.

‘My body has recovered. Thank you very much. Evacuate quickly, otherwise things will change if you wait too long.’ Bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.

However, the next moment, Sister Ji's expression changed. She felt that she was no longer the owner of the 'textile machine', but that her whole body, from body to soul, was being dragged into this bowl of soup.

'Help! Help!!'

The expressions of the others also changed, but no matter how they attacked, they could not hit the textile machine.

It was as if the textile machine and Sister Ji did not exist in this space at all.

Just when he was at a loss, purple light suddenly lit up from the mirror on Baozi's waist.
Chapter completed!