After struggling to communicate with Shimama for more than half an hour, Zhang Ming almost figured out what happened at the end of this battle.
"Xuanwu Evil Corpse...did he just escape?"
Zhang Ming squatted on the ground, looking at a few white clouds in the sky, his face a little confused.
This ending is really...sad.
After fighting for a long time, the opponent actually ran away...
But if you think about it carefully, the escape of the "Xuanwu Evil Corpse" can be regarded as an expected result.
No matter what, it is also something born after Xuanwu's death. It is the strongest person here and the main target of heaven's punishment.
In the horrific scene a week ago, it was the only one who suffered the most pressure.
As long as Xuanwu Evil Corpse is not extremely stupid, it is not surprising that he would escape.
But Shimama just used the power of the "little tree" to make the entire continent rise, and relied on her own spiritual language to replay the scene at that time.
It has no fighting power on its own, and it is even less likely to defeat the Xuanwu Evil Corpse. It just uses the power of heaven and earth to intimidate the opponent.
"Will it... come back?" Zhang Ming asked worriedly, "Without restraint, if it comes back again, we won't even have time to escape, and we will be killed."
Shimama rolled on the ground a few times, not knowing what to express.
"Did the evil Xuanwu corpse swallow up the good corpse?"
The answer to this question is also unknown to anyone.
Zhang Ming asked for a long time before he slowly felt relieved.
The Xuanwu evil corpse has no real intelligence. It is equivalent to a collection of animal desires: appetite, desire to mate, and desire to survive. It is not very rational. Even if it is its own descendant, it will kill and devour.
The "Xuanwu Good Corpse" is a collection of obsessions and beliefs during life, possessing a higher level of rationality.
Therefore, the descendants of Xuanwu are actually protected by the "good corpse".
These two monsters are enemies of each other and devour each other.
But Shimama is a collection of Xuanwu's "self" and has a relatively complete memory and inheritance.
It is really just a stone, with extremely high defensive capabilities. It cannot be broken or chewed, and it cannot be digested. The life-saving ability of the Turtle Ancestor can only be described as "exaggerated".
Therefore, the desire of the other two beings to devour it is not that high.
Shimama thought for a long time and then spoke an incomprehensible language: (*...%*￥)
This is a spiritual language, which is automatically translated into the corresponding meaning in Zhang Ming's mind.
"What you mean is that the Xuanwu Evil Corpse has escaped from this world."
"The probability of it coming back is very low..."
Zhang Ming frowned and recalled some of the information broadcast on the radio: After entering the mysterious zone, it becomes very difficult to return to the world.
At least that's the case on Earth.
Gaia's consciousness will deliberately hide the world to reduce the possibility of being discovered by terrifying beings.
Although this sapling is dying, it is at least still alive and should have similar hidden functions.
"It's just...without the threat of terrorist existence, can we defend this deserted island?"
"Even if the top demon gods can't discover this world, there are always some lucky guys who sneak in."
"Just relying on me and a bunch of turtles...it's a bit difficult, right?"
"Well, I'm going to leave here too."
"Those turtles can't even defeat a golden electric eel... they are still too weak. They will still be driven away from here."
Shimama did not answer. The weak eat the strong and the fittest survive. These are the rules of competition handed down from ancient times.
The descendants of Xuanwu occupy the best place to survive. If they don't pursue progress and self-extinction, they can't blame others.
It Shimama, is already dead.
I'm too lazy to worry about so much!
Zhang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. The turtle ancestors were not worried, so what did he have to worry about.
After studying the sapling, I found that the tree was actually illusory, visible but intangible. It was like a holographic image, and my fingers passed directly through the branches.
"You are the Gaia consciousness here...Give me a piece of the source of the world. I want it too, please!" Lao Zhang shamelessly begged frantically to the little tree.
The sapling didn't have any answer.
Zhang Ming begged for a long time, but it had no effect. Instead, Shimama mockingly repeated it: "Brother, prove the Tao with your strength!"
This is the bullshit that Zhang Ming had boasted about in the past, and it was repeated exactly as it was.
"Forget it, if you don't give it, I won't give it!"
Lao Zhang stood up without hesitation, patted the dusty corners of his clothes, and suddenly grabbed the tree while it wasn't paying attention!
But this time, I still missed a chance, and my fingers went directly through the branches - after all, it was just a shadow.
Shimama laughed even more cheerfully: "Brother, prove the Tao with your strength!"
Zhang Ming explained shamelessly: "When you drink milk tea on Earth, you have to poke it in with a straw when the tea is not paying attention. You don't understand."
Now that it was safe, he looked around curiously.
The walls are lined with quite a few wooden cabinets that look like bookcases.
I blew on the dust on the bookshelf. Under the sunlight, dust several centimeters thick flew freely, disturbing the wildness of the Wine of Time.
These dusts dance like butterflies, exposing hidden treasures of civilization.
"Huh?"
Zhang Ming was surprised to find that under the thick dust on the cabinet, there were still books left after dusting them with his hands!
The books seemed to be made of some kind of silk, but were much heavier and tougher than silk.
It is filled with dense text!
Zhang Ming held his breath and turned a few pages.
I put it down for now because I can’t understand most of the text.
But it is certain that this is very valuable documentation.
"I found a treasure again. I have to make up a story for Shimama before it will translate it. It's really troublesome."
Lao Zhang got a headache when he thought of this.
Wandered around again.
This huge building should be the place of worship and inheritance that the Yanjiao people value most. It has a special terrain, dry environment, ventilation, and light shielding. In addition, the materials of the books are very special, so it is lucky to be preserved until now.
But there is no need to worry about anything for a while. Zhang Ming has plenty of time to become a real archaeologist.
He picked up the "Shimama" rolling on the ground, ran to the beach, and held a racial survival meeting with the turtles.
"Everyone, gather together! I have something important to announce."
As the old white turtle roared at the top of his lungs, almost all the turtles, big and small, gathered on the beach. It looked like a rather spectacular group.
There are 15 giant tortoises that are as big as a three-story building; 87 tortoises as big as trucks; and about 300 adult tortoises with the ability to reproduce.
The number of various small turtles is about six hundred.
There are only 6 turtles like Lao Bai and Xiao Bai, who have special bloodlines and are very smart. Xiaobai is the smallest among them, and he is also a turtle with a relatively pure bloodline.
(End of chapter)
