Six hours later Luo Binhan was helped out.
As soon as Momolo let go, he immediately fell to the ground exhausted, panting like a dehydrated fish.
"Are you feeling tired now, Mr. Luo?" Momolo asked, squatting next to him.
Luo Binhan was speechless. The maze of tunnels in the belly of the mountain was dark, narrow, and as sweltering as a sauna. And even though Yaleriga assured him that there was a hidden air circulation system in the tunnel, he started to feel suffocated half an hour after entering the maze. Whether it was caused by the sweltering heat of the environment, or the darkness and tension that brought him hallucinations, Luo Binhan really couldn't tell.
Momolo patted his chest to calm him down. "You need to exercise more, Mr. Luo." He said seriously. "It's easy to lack exercise when living on a ship."
Luo Binhan managed to regain his breath: "Then why didn't I see you exercising?"
"We are different, Mr. Luo." Momolo said innocently and sincerely, "My essence is light. As long as the light does not disappear, my body will fight forever. But Mr. Luo, your essence is carbon-based. Compounds, your life consists in oxidation and movement!”
He enthusiastically dragged Luo Binhan up from the ground and helped him continue to exercise. Luo Binhan almost wanted to give up his life, but luckily Yaleriga came over at this time.
"He needs to rest and drink water." She looked at Luo Binhan and said, "We can only stop here today and go back to the hotel to rest. We will continue the search next time."
Hearing the first half of her words made Luo Binhan burst into tears of gratitude, but the second half made him feel soft: "Next time?"
"We have only walked through a very small part of the maze." Yaleriga said, "There are also four other attractions."
"Can I stay at the hotel?"
Yareliga smiled with awe-inspiring eyes: "Momoluo is right, you need to exercise properly, which is essential for the health of you humans."
"I'm no longer a human being, Old Mo!" Luo Binhan roared in grief, "I'm going to fight the little monster right now!"
Momolo was ecstatic: "Really, Mr. Luo! Are you willing to work with me to maintain peace in the universe?"
"It's fake." Luo Binhan said, "I'm sorry, I always like the bamboo horse family and the girl next door family. People like you who play with the things that come from the sky are just kidding. If there is no foundation for love, you will definitely not be happy."
Finally, they returned to An Xie Qiu Hotel with Luo Binhan limping.
Now Luo Binhan's perception of time and work and rest has been completely confused, and it is all controlled by Momoluo. He fell asleep again, and not long after he got up, he was dragged to the Lotus Tree Star by Momo Luo.
Luo Binhan felt like he was on a construction site. He grabbed Momolo and said, "I am the second generation of a wealthy family. It is impossible to work part-time, even in this life."
"You are not working part-time, Mr. Luo." Momolo said, "Isn't it only work that earns money that is called part-time work?"
By the fourth time, Luo Binhan was already numb. Yaleriga found him a kind of leaf and asked him to break the blisters and apply it on the wound. Luo Binhan tried it, and the effect was immediate. After learning that this was a specialty of Aisen Island that was always available at the Anxieqiu Hotel, he decided to go to the counter and ask for more.
He ran alone to communicate with the villain on the counter, and just at this moment someone walked in at the door. Luo Binhan glanced out of the corner of his eye and realized that it was Jing Huang. He immediately forgot about the leaves and jumped in front of the other party.
"Where has your kid been these past few days?"
After not seeing each other for a few days, Jing Huang looked the same as before, except that his hair was messier. He sat down at the table listlessly: "I told you to find someone."
Luo Binhan also sat down after him. A short, hairy man with sharp ears brought two glasses of plant stem juice.
"Who are you looking for?" Luo Binhan asked.
Jing Huang picked up the drink and drank it hard: "I don't know yet."
"have no idea?"
"Yeah. I probably won't be able to figure it out until we meet."
Jing Huang grabbed his hair irritably, and suddenly glanced at Luo Binhan: "Why do you seem to have changed a little?"
"I've been depleted by my part-time job." Luo Binhan said haggardly, "I go to work at Lotus Star with your second-in-command every day. Can't you lose some weight?"
"Why are you going to Lotus Star?"
Jingji didn't seem to have thought about the contents of the note at all. Luo Binhan had no choice but to repeat the analysis that Yaleriga told him, and by the way, he also mentioned Momolo's purchase of land.
After hearing this, Jing Huang immediately showed a bored expression.
"It's boring," he said, "It's just another scam in the name of Sang Lian. A lunatic attracts a bunch of scammers, and a bunch of idiots fart around."
He seemed to have no interest in talking about it, but Luo Binhan suddenly felt a little surprised.
"Is it my imagination," he said doubtfully, "or do you really hate Sang Lian?"
"I can't say I'm annoying, I just think he's boring."
"As for what?" Luo Binhan said, "He is a good person, but he still wants to be criticized by you for doing business without capital? I think he has more pursuits than you."
Jing Huang glanced at him coldly: "Do you yearn for him?"
In fact, Luo Binhan didn't feel any yearning, but after all, he and Momolo had been getting along for a long time. Out of support for his roommate, he nodded resolutely and said in a deep tone: "Can you not admire me? You think he is a scientific researcher in the Alliance Central City. He has made countless achievements. In order to help Lianshu Star survive the famine, , traveled thousands of light years to get there. An alien, with no self-interested motives, regards the disaster relief work of the people of Lotus Star as his own cause. What kind of spirit is this? This is the spirit of cosmism, this is …”
"It's your mother." Jing Huang said, "Do you know the ending of Lotus Tree Star?"
"Why don't you just leave it hanging outside? The descendants of the indigenous people moved it here voluntarily."
Jing Huang stared at him silently for a while, and finally nodded.
"That's fine." Jing Huang said, "I'll let you take a look."
He suddenly stood up from his seat and pulled Luo Binhan towards the counter. Luo Binhan watched with confusion as he booked a room, and then pulled himself into the room.
"What do you want to do?" Luo Binhan watched him close the door.
"Let me show you something."
Jing Huang's sleeves trembled slightly. The golden nightingale emerged from under his sleeve, jumped onto the bed and looked around.
"Fuck," Luo Binhan said, "you opened a room just so I can see birds? Master, isn't it too early for you at this age?"
Jing Huang rolled his eyes at him inexplicably, continued to dig in his sleeves, and finally took out a glass jar filled with purple pearls. The jar looked very familiar to Luo Binhan, like an item that had been placed in the Silence's warehouse.
He opened the jar and examined the purple pearl inside. Luo Binhan looked around and found that the pearls were large and small, with obvious differences in shape and color. When the gaze stays for too long, the brilliance on the surface of the pearl seems to be writhing and twisting.
"What is this?" he asked.
"The residual dream of the deceased." Jing Huang said, "What is left after a person is eaten in the moon realm is the same as the shell beach you saw in the dream of the second species."
"You robbed this too? You are born in the year of the dragon. Do you want to rob any good-looking thing?"
"Others gave it to me," Jing Huang said impatiently. "It was a dependent of the original species. He gave me the broken dreams of the dead in Yucheng and asked me to find a way to send them back to their respective hometowns... What a bastard. Mom is a troublesome guy. If I didn’t owe him a huge favor, I wouldn’t want to touch this hot potato.”
He picked up a large and dark pearl from the jar, and with a little force of his fingers, he crushed it into a pile of powdery mist. The purple mist filled the room, inevitably drifting into Luo Binhan's nose. He sneezed uncomfortably.
"Is this a smoke bomb?" He rubbed his eyes, but was stunned when he opened them again.
There were no rooms or walls in front of him, instead there was a small courtyard covered with frost and snow. There is a stone well in the courtyard. Beside the well are piles of bones, piled up like a mountain, as pale as the snow.
