"Did you survive?"
Saracha asked, his eyes blazing as he looked at the dazed faces of Ned, Yina, and the Black Vatican Priest. Not only that, he even glanced at Yi Dong standing not far away.
Crab also swallowed nervously, his eyes filled with tension and anticipation.
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Ned shook his head vigorously and said through gritted teeth, "Stop spouting nonsense. Aren't we all perfectly alive? Let's go back to sleep. Don't we have to search for the Fuel Squad tomorrow? We need to be well-rested..."
"Captain."
Crab interrupted Ned's words awkwardly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Don't you find it strange? Why do we know what's happening tomorrow?"
Ned's body shook, his expression turning rigid and gloomy: "This..."
"Actually, Captain, you've already remembered, haven't you?"
Saracha walked slowly in front of Ned and patted his shoulder forcefully: "It's just because we were 'implicated' by you, we refuse to accept reality."
