Luo Binhan took advantage of the darkness and ran into the plowed fields to inspect the crops grown on them.
During his first visit, Luo Binhan had looked at the farmland from a distance and looked at the unfamiliar green leafy plants. However, as a city resident, he only had a superficial understanding of modern farming techniques, let alone the crops of primitive tribes in other worlds. At that time, he just felt a little strange, because those green leafy plants did not look like cereals or vegetables. If you simply feed on the leaves, its yield is obviously not enough to serve as the main ration for the savages.
Along the rough soil ridges, he waded into the depths of the fields and carefully observed the green and thin herbs. The blue magpie floating above his head introduced him to his research results during this period.
"...a plant of the genus Solanum in the family Solanaceae, which may be distantly related to the worry-free grass of the upside-down star, so their appearance is somewhat similar. Its roots are non-toxic and suitable for consumption, and the flowers and leaves contain trace amounts of It’s an alkaloid, but there’s nothing wrong with consuming it once in a while, at most it will only produce a little hormesis effect.”
Luo Binhan squatted down, inserted his hands into the soil, and touched the round roots buried in the mud. They felt a bit like potatoes. Then he pinched off a small piece of young leaf, brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.
"Could this thing only make people mentally excited?" He asked a little puzzlingly, "Why did I hear that it can also make people hallucinogenic?"
"Those are two different things. The stimulating effect I just mentioned is based on alkaloids. The hallucinogenic part is because it is a pan-type plant, and its flowers and leaves contain ether elements and the color of dreams."
It looked at Luo Binhan's blank expression and reluctantly added: "You can understand it as a magic plant."
Luo Binhan suddenly realized.
"The indigenous people here call it 'mud leaves'." Lan Que raised his voice a little annoyed, "They regard it as the essence of the soil - the roots fill the stomachs of the tribesmen, and the flowers and leaves enlighten the prophets. Wisdom, the fruit tames the madness of wild beasts.”
"Enlighten wisdom? Isn't this just a hallucinogenic drug?"
"No, of course not! I just told you that its hallucinogenic ingredients are ether and dream color! Maybe ether is a little unfamiliar to you, but don't you even know the meaning of dream color?"
Luo Binhan shrugged and told the other party directly with his eyes that he was illiterate.
The blue magpie swayed twice in the air in despair.
"I'm starting to wonder about your life experience... No, you don't really need to tell me. I shouldn't know a pirate's life experience, otherwise I will have to write it in my return report - in short, smoke anything containing dreams. Colorful things may cause you to have some special dreams."
"What dream? A dream with color?"
"I mean precognitive dreams!" Lan Que said angrily, "This is how the aboriginal prophets obtain wisdom! They use this to see the ripples of the etheric tide!"
Luo Binhan looked at the young leaves in his hand with suspicion. He believed that he was a close friend of a medical student after all, and had an obligation to defend the dignity of science. Besides, it was ridiculous to burn leaves to obtain wisdom. He even thought it would be more reliable to sleep with Yaleriga.
"Will everyone have precognitive dreams with this thing?" he asked a little eagerly.
"Of course not. The effect of dream color varies from person to person. At least we haven't found a pattern yet, or we haven't figured out which part of the plant it is... What does your look mean? This is not my study. It’s a matter of level, if it could be analyzed and extracted, we would have included it in the divination potion table long ago!”
Luo Binhan shrugged and decided that seeing is worth hearing a hundred times. He took a few steps downwind away from the blue magpie, then grabbed a small handful of leaves and placed them all on the fire.
The burning smell penetrated into his nose with the wind.
This is the strongest smell Luo Binhan has ever smelled. At first he still felt very uncomfortable, as if he were locked in a closed carriage with ten smokers, and it was so exciting that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Hey, you used too much! One slice at most..."
Lan Que warned him angrily, but the voice did not come closer, but instead got farther and farther away from him. Luo Binhan looked back a little strangely and found that the shadow in the spacious cloak was flying backwards against the wind, far away from the smoke of the mud leaves, and disappeared into the depths of the night.
Luo Binhan felt that it was a bit rude to do this, but he could understand its resistance to second-hand smoke, so he let it run away tolerantly. He frowned to endure the stench and watched the fresh green leaves slowly curl and turn black in the flames.
The burnt smell in the wind gradually became more complex, like a thick rope being quietly cut and broken into countless messy and loose filaments. In the tangled mystery of smell, a bright red thin thread separated and penetrated deep into his brain along his respiratory tract.
A smell as sweet as flesh and blood.
Luo Binhan suddenly felt very hungry and couldn't even remember when he had his last meal. It must have been before he went to the town. Did he send food while he was checking the information?
The hunger intensified as I recalled it. He couldn't help but look at the ground, knowing that there were many fat roots hidden in the soil, but that was not what he really wanted.
He was very anxious because he couldn't find the target, until a drop of water hit the tip of his nose. The cold touch attracted him to raise his head.
Red rain fell from the sky.
Just like the clouds in the sky quietly opening their eyes, a long and narrow crack appeared under the three full moons. Dark red turbid current surged through it and poured down along the edge of the crack, turning into a scene as beautiful as a rain of blood. He stretched out his hand to catch a few drops of rain, and his nose was immediately filled with the fishy fragrance of flesh and blood.
He brought his palms up to his eyes and saw impurities as small as fly eggs floating in the rain. They cling to his skin, slowly squirming and twisting, like a baby craving for the embrace of the womb. With ridicule of these foreign objects, he licked the blood in his palm and tasted the sweet taste like wine.
Someone behind him sighed softly.
He looked back drunkenly, past the continuous rain of blood, and saw a gorgeous forest of flowers in the distance. The red peaches and white plum blossoms bloom at the same time, intertwining into a gorgeous haze.
Under the haze, he saw a vision of a young woman.
A brilliant, stunning, ethereal and beautiful shadow. The mist is like mist, flowers in the mirror, the moon, and the clear sky is like running water and spring ice. The moment he looked directly at his appearance, his eyes began to burn from the depths due to the brilliance of that image.
He knows this "person".
He couldn't tell his name or origin, but as soon as he saw that figure, his identity was clear.
Luo Binhan stretched out his hand and woke up at the moment when he tried to capture the phantom. The scene of flowers and trees was broken and scattered like a water mirror, the world was turned upside down, and he fell down due to instability.
"...Luo Han! Luo Han!"
There was a voice calling him, echoing in his mind from far to near. His unfocused gaze found its target, looking at the skeleton floating in front of him.
"Luo Han! Can you hear me?"
Lan Que held a bottle with the finger bones of his right hand, and slapped his face eagerly with his left hand. The force was actually not heavy, but because of too many blows, Luo Binhan still felt his cheeks burning and painful.
"You sucked too much at one time!" Lan Que said angrily. "When the prophets gather, they only light one leaf at a time, you idiot! I told you that everyone's reaction is different, but you It happens that you are very sensitive to mud leaves. Do you know what this means? If I hadn’t gone to the priest to borrow soothing medicine just now, you might have gone crazy in the fields for three days and three nights!”
Luo Binhan looked at it dullly, feeling as if his soul was still lingering in the dream of blood and flowers. After lying down for a long time, his mind finally recovered from the numbness, and he noticed that the surrounding environment was already daytime, and the sun was above his head, spreading scattered light from the gaps between the leaves of the fruit trees.
He was unconscious all night.
