There is nothing special to describe about the auction.
It's basically the same as what everyone knows.
At most, the items on the lot appear richer and the levels are higher.
The value of better auction items can even reach a level comparable to that of an undeveloped high-cap world.
The general auction items are probably just some ornamental curiosities.
The important thing is that this brought a wave of quick money to Feng Linwen.
At the same time, it also kicked off the upcoming activities.
It has been some time since Zana helped arrived at Zuxing.
Although the power of the galactic civilization makes people yearn for it, Zanafu can never forget his homeland, the world that gave birth to him, the red flowers in his hometown, and the purple-red crack that will always hang on the horizon.
But my hometown is at the other end of my memory, as if I can go back at any time.
But it will always become a wound that cannot be touched.
His hometown has been shattered, and only a handful of refugees followed the passage of time and space to reach the ancestral star and the great galactic civilization.
Refugees once gathered together to deduce the reasons for the end of the world.
Some people think that it is the natural replacement of the universe, and that the world also has its rise and fall, life and death.
Some people believed that the battle of the strong had caused ripples, and that their hometown happened to be stuck in the key position and was torn apart by the aftermath of the power.
But as time went by, Zanafu gradually changed from unspeakable anger to a kind of indifferent sadness. He began to think that these speculations and inferences were meaningless.
What if we find the reason for the destruction of our hometown?
They have become a group of orphans who can never return home, become refugees in the galaxy, and become a group of lonely ghosts who don't even have a hometown.
Perhaps those compatriots who accompanied their homeland into eternal destruction.
They are the truly happy ones!
Because the dead can sleep peacefully, but the living must always be remembered.
When Feng Linwen held a folk song conference before.
Zanafu and his remaining tribesmen did not attend.
How can a person who has lost his hometown still endure homesickness?
But this time, when Feng Linwen held the "Billions of Galaxies, Only Homeland" event, Zanafu actually didn't want to participate.
But my hometown is gone, and life has to go on reluctantly.
He obtained a ticket to the event, was hired as a 'professional' spectator, and had to enter the park at a specific time, which then caused the visual effect of being hard to get a ticket and causing congestion.
After all, for most people, even if they know it is a routine, they still buy up and not down.
Along with the crowded crowd, the excitement and yearning on Zanafu's face gradually subsided.
The indifference in his eyes was the true background of his heart.
There are all kinds of people from other worlds around. Some of them really come to the park, nostalgic for their homeland and looking for comfort.
But there are still many people, like Zanafu, who are hired 'audiences'.
They are responsible for creating atmosphere.
Zanafu also knew that some people, with higher pay, would be responsible for causing trouble later, loudly scolding the organizers for not issuing enough tickets, which prevented them from entering the park.
Then they will be beaten away with sticks by the guards who have already ambushed them.
For many people from other worlds, tickets to the park are restricted and only a limited number of tickets are issued.
However, for the vast number of native species, not only the ticket price is lower, but there is never a purchase limit... The seemingly small park can actually handle a huge amount of people.
Again, everything... is just a hype.
A demotion or promotion can satisfy the proud native species and their certain psychological pride.
And many people are willing to pay for this pride.
Just like a product, it is first touted as how reliable and powerful it is, and then restrictions are placed on foreign purchases, driving up the price. Internally, we adopt the strategy of low price and sufficient supply.
In fact, it is the same principle as exporting to domestic sales, flowers blooming outside the wall and fragrance inside the wall.
As the crowd surged, I experienced a three-hour long queue... Of course, the congestion was deliberately caused.
While many real tourists complained about the organizers, a large number of spectators finally left completely.
Along with the signals emitted by the bracelets worn by individuals, people from different origins are transported to different areas.
Zanafu looked at the purple-red crack hanging far away on the horizon, and his lips trembled slightly.
But he still shook his head sadly.
However, a faint, familiar yet distant fragrance of flowers came quietly.
Zanafu's complexion changed slightly, and he followed the scent of flowers and followed it.
It was a sea of red flowers, with special butterfly-shaped petals swaying in the wind, like a large red butterfly, calling for the clouds and light from the sky.
In the distance, there was the sound of children singing, babbling.
"My hometown! It's right under the majestic Fuchana Mountains."
"Where are the most beautiful lakes! And glaciers."
"My hometown! It's the clear Sacra Lake."
"The fish and shrimps in the lake are sweet and plump."
"My hometown! In Dongala Forest..."
"The lush vegetation in the forest and the inexhaustible treasures..."
Zanafu suddenly covered his cheeks with his hands.
Tears penetrated the fine cracks in the fingertips and sprinkled on the soil that felt like homeland.
He lay on the ground and cried loudly, kissing the earth with his mouth and sniffing the fragrance of the earth.
The familiar smell of Minmin sheep feces stained with soil made Zanafu unable to control himself.
It was a taste that had appeared in countless dreams but began to be forgotten in reality.
"Is this real? Or is it a dream?" Zanafu no longer wants to worry about it.
Even if it is false, he is willing to indulge in such a dream. He is willing to die here, embracing the warmth of the world, just like returning to his mother's arms.
There are many, many people from other worlds who have the same feelings as Zanafu.
They saw their distant or extinct homeland, and saw countless midnight dreams, and the people and songs that appeared in the dreams.
They were all intoxicated and did not want to wake up.
"Are these all true?" Lu Qinglu stood beside Feng Linwen. It was rare to see her speak so tenderly, without any trace of driving.
But she is real at this moment, more real than ever.
"Who knows? The core of the entire park is a super-large virtual-to-real converter. It is one of the top products in philosophical technology. In theory, it can turn any fantasy into reality." Feng Linwen did not have a front view. answer this question.
Even he couldn't explain this core scientific creation of the galactic era.
After all, spiritual practice and science are two different directions, interpreting the universe from different perspectives.
Even a tenth-level expert cannot achieve complete consideration.
"But I think this is not important to them!"
"Seeing my hometown makes me feel no regrets." Feng Linwen said.
At the same time, a certain stone tablet buried in the center of the park was emitting a gleaming white light.
As for those native species of the galaxy, when they entered the park, they saw a different picture.
