Out of strong curiosity, Zhang Ming plucked up the courage and searched slowly along the direction of the big bluestone.
"I just pick up some random garbage, and then put the garbage of indigenous civilization on the beach to seduce the country to send a rescue team. Wouldn't it be beautiful?!"
Zhang Ming is very confident that the words he wrote on the beach will be "known" to the motherland to a certain extent.
Although it is not known to what extent the so-called "knowledge" can be achieved, in past experiments, most of the requests he made were responded to by the broadcaster.
"My rescue value alone is too low, but with the addition of an indigenous civilization, it's completely different."
He walked very carefully, only walking four kilometers in an hour. He held the spear tightly in his right hand and his heart beat faster and faster.
The deeper you go into the bluestone path, the fewer and fewer plants there are.
Large areas of bushes withered away, and eventually there were no plants at all, turning into bare yellow soil.
The howl of a beast came faintly from the distance. When the sound gradually became louder, it was clear that it was the sound of the wind.
Climbing up a high slope, Zhang Ming's whole body trembled when he saw a shocking scene!
The bacterial colonies all over the mountains and plains are spread all over the land, and the umbrella-like caps are slowly moving like animals breathing.
The largest cap is actually as big as a house, like a bunch of crawlers.
The broken walls and ruins that can be seen everywhere tell the story of the tragic war that once broke out.
In the center of this area, there stands a tower-like building, towering into the clouds, about 600 meters high; the walls are full of cracks, half of which has been ruined and collapsed, and is densely covered with spore colonies.
The surface of this building was stained with a huge blood stain, showing a strange dark red color.
Even though the bloodstains have dried, they still reveal a vague mental fluctuation - "Run! Run away!"
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Even though he was at the edge of the valley, Zhang Ming still felt a fatal sense of crisis.
This may be the biggest crisis he has encountered in a month.
That bloodstain actually revealed the meaning of "run away quickly"?
He wanted to escape.
But found that it was already too late.
The bright flora was like the flowers on the edge of the underworld, exuding a devilish allure, tempting him to go deeper.
Zhang Ming's heartbeat began to accelerate.
Inexplicable murmurs arose in his ears, as if ants were burrowing into his head one after another, controlling his body, making him take steps and walk forward step by step.
He felt like he was being distorted.
Every cell in the body has its own will.
nervous?
perturbed?
panic?
"My meat must be delicious!"
"I might as well eat myself!"
Crazy thoughts penetrated deeply into his brain. Zhang Ming bared his sharp teeth and bit his arm viciously. The severe pain made him tremble violently, and he felt sober in his heart!
The crazy hallucination briefly disappeared.
"Run away! Run away!!"
He sweated profusely and broke away from this temptation. He no longer dared to look at the colonies of bacteria all over the mountains and plains, and ran back the same way.
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Today's fantasy journey has exceeded Zhang Ming's ability to bear.
If the red toads and golden electric eels in the mangroves can be considered as understandable mutant organisms.
The colonies of bacteria and traces of man-made buildings all over the mountains and plains, as well as the bright red "talking" blood, are already a magical realm.
"This world is crazy!"
"But...I actually like it so much!"
Zhang Ming ran around in despair, thinking wildly in his mind.
We returned to the coconut grove exhausted.
The familiar environment did not bring him any sense of security, because his camp was only about ten kilometers away from the crazy valley.
Once the crisis spread, he wouldn't even have a chance to escape.
However, he had no way to escape.
This island is only so big, so you can't settle down in the sea, right?
On the contrary, the group of turtles shaking their heads around the camp, waiting to listen to the radio, gave him a comforting sense of security.
After all, these guys are normal beings who can understand, imagine, and communicate.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The leader of the little white turtle roared unhappily, as if to express, you came back so late, did you secretly eat chicken outside?
Don't even listen to the radio?
You must do that despicable thing! !
Zhang Mingping calmed his racing heart, his eyes were red, and he imitated the speech of a turtle: "Ah wu ah wu ah wu (Turtle, I'm in big trouble, I almost died.)"
The turtles looked confused:? ? ? ? ?
Turn on the radio.
The familiar voice of the announcer, Comrade Li Xianfeng, reached my ears.
"...Global earthquakes will bring about a series of chain reactions. The trap conditions of oil and gas fields will be damaged by earthquakes, the physical properties of oil reservoirs will change, and the difficulty of oil extraction will increase significantly."
"Chinese experts believe that the current chemical industry route with petroleum as the core will come to an end and will be replaced by the coal chemical industry route."
"Our country has abundant coal reserves, including 1,322.3 billion tons of resources and 244 billion tons of basic reserves. Coal will not disappear with geological movements. The opening of the coal chemical industry route will greatly delay the decline of industry and increase population employment..."
News from human civilization, whether good or bad, helped Zhang Ming regain his senses a little.
He felt his body go cold and unconsciously glanced at his mental level.
【Spirit 12/42】(You are crazy, crazy!!)
Quickly transfer the attribute points to the mental value.
After a while, the mental value became [20/50], slowly rising.
(You're less crazy now.)
Zhang Ming breathed a long sigh of relief.
Having a group of turtle friends is indeed a good thing, and it can be considered companionship no matter what.
"The existence of the center of the island is beyond the scope of what I can understand. The mysterious area is completely different from the earth. It looks peaceful, but in fact it is full of murderous intent."
"There used to be intelligent civilizations here, but they have become extinct with a high probability..."
"No wonder this island is so safe. It turns out that even powerful monsters dare not approach it."
The bright moon hangs high in the sky.
Coconut trees grow wildly, palm leaves are intertwined with each other, and little bits of moonlight spread through the gaps, bringing in the refreshing sea breeze.
He suddenly thought of a wonderful possibility: "That ruins must contain rich treasures, treasures enough to enable mankind to rise in the supernatural era."
"Even if the crisis remains, it should fade away as time goes by."
"Now that I don't know how many years have passed, there may be some opportunities to take advantage of."
In times of crisis, there must be gains.
A civilization that has survived in the supernatural era, no matter what, has some foundation, right?
But after thinking about it, one person's power is too small and the error tolerance rate is too low. It should be explored by a national-level expedition team.
Rather than him, a little brat, risking his life to mess around.
The expedition team didn't come again, which really put people's mood at a loss.
