Shimama rolled out of the room and shouted to Calabash: "Hey, if he dies, your deal will be completed!"
"Give me some Shimama!"
"I, Shimama, also want to take a bite of Lao Zhang's flesh and blood!"
Gourd was unhappy to begin with, and now that he was constantly being provoked, he was even more unhappy.
It could only ignore the stones and float around in the cabin, trying to find some entertainment of its own.
Soon, it found several used computers in the warehouse, but because the parts were damaged, these computers had long been unable to light up.
【What is this? 】
(This is... a computer, a technological product of human civilization, but it is broken now.) Teacher Xiaobai recalled the time when he played games and watched movies every day. Those happy days are gone forever. ah.
(A lot of information is stored in the hard drive, but it has been too long and it may not be read. There are some paper books here, you can take a look at them.)
Hulu stared at the hard drive and books, wondering what he was thinking.
In fact, Xiaobai doesn't understand many human stories, because there is no pleasure in the breeding behavior of turtles, and there is no such thing as "love", so the inner drive is completely different.
The gourd, which is driven by "desire", cannot understand these inexplicable stories.
Xiaobai prefers war stories, it likes grand narratives, the history of mankind, the history of the Flaming Horn people, and all kinds of fantasy stories made up by humans, making it endlessly novel!
So it told a long, long story to the gourd:
(The war between ghosts and humans eventually ends with the ghosts being killed. Now let me ask you to evaluate why some evil ghosts don’t eat people after catching them, but instead turn them into ghosts?)
Gourd was thinking about other things and said hesitantly: [I will answer this: the evil ghost's sense of justice and compassion, humanity and responsibility, growth and responsibility prompted it to do such a thing. 】
Xiaobai couldn't help but retract his head into the turtle shell, and finally stretched it out: (Ahhhh, what are you talking about?)
Gourd immediately became energetic: [Sorry, I was completely wrong just now. Since evil spirits have human memories, they must have some old human emotions. They have to prove their original choices by making normal people fall. Not an error. 】
This answer is much more normal.
Hulu was dull for a long time before he said: "Actually, it really wasn't me. I'm not a ghost either, do you believe me? 】
…
…
"The ups and downs of life are really exciting!"
Zhang Ming, who suffered from "disreality syndrome", lay on the deck and lingered for breath. He never thought that he was actually struck down by mental illness.
Several colors were missing from his vision, and he couldn't remember what they looked like. This feeling is like an indescribable problem suddenly popping into my mind, and the entire spiritual world is constantly collapsing like in a science fiction movie.
A terrible disease, getting worse every day.
However, Zhang Ming still performed a bohemian life and tried not to think about these problems.
At first, he pretended that nothing happened, just like that ordinary day in the past, when he went swimming in the sea and caught a five-hundred-jin mutant fish with Xiaobai.
I went to the kitchen and cooked a delicious meal with great enthusiasm: Golden Fish Grilled Fragrant Rice Burger!
The cooking method of this novel food is not complicated at all. Use two pieces of bread, stick them with crispy rice cakes, and then wrap the fish that is fried to golden brown.
The most important thing is the special sauce developed by Zhang Ming, which incorporates some supernatural seasonings donated by Honggang people and undergoes natural fermentation.
When you take a bite, the taste simply makes the taste buds on your tongue jump for joy!
Well, Zhang Ming, who actually suffered from "inaccuracy syndrome", no longer has the sense of taste.
He just imagined that the food he cooked was delicious and that he was happy, that's all.
After all, Xiaobai ate with gusto.
Even Brother Hao, an old dog whose fur was about to fall out, developed a small appetite after smelling the fragrance and ate some fish.
"Brother Hao, how do you like the food I cooked?"
"Woof?"
"It is said that the only colors a dog can see are black, white, yellow and blue. Now I am exactly the same as you."
Realizing that the owner was talking to him, the dog subconsciously wagged his tail to say hello.
In fact, it eats very little and has no energy to jump around. How old is it... A dog over 130 years old would be a miraculous longevity in human society! Seven times the lifespan of a normal dog, just like the sudden appearance of a 700-year-old man in the human community, it will definitely cause a sensation.
In the monkey world, Zhang Ming felt that it was about to die of old age.
In the abyss, Lao Zhang felt that it would definitely not survive.
But it is still alive, although its eyes are cloudy and its reaction is very slow. It cannot jump around like it used to and can only lie down in the kennel.
For Brother Hao, being able to bathe in the sunshine of the Sea of Demon Gods is already a very happy thing.
"Brother Hao, as long as you live, I can hold on!"
"What about the curse of the devil?"
Zhang Ming encouraged himself deep in his heart.
Seeing the old dog lying like a wrinkled sausage, Zhang Ming couldn't help but laugh, remembering how it looked when he was young - young Brother Hao's appearance is very good!
I also recalled a story from a long time ago. A seriously ill patient muttered in the hospital: "Leaves, leaves on the ivy. When the last one falls, I have to go."
In the end, the leaf did not fall off.
The patient went through that difficult time and finally discovered that the last leaf was painted by someone else.
"I can't die in front of an old dog!" Zhang Ming thought in his heart.
【Is there anything you want me to help with? 】The delicate and beautiful little gourd floated over and asked gently.
If it were in the past, Zhang Ming would definitely tease this wish monster, let it make up a story, or make it tell some cold jokes.
But recently, he really didn't have the energy and couldn't feel the fun. In the end, he could only smile and said: "As long as you can take good care of the dog, this dog is my good friend."
He thought silently in his heart: "If the dog doesn't die, I won't die either."
[Okay, I'll take care of it. After all, it is the only thing on the ship that is not wary of me. 】
[I will hypnotize it and let it sleep well and feel safe and comfortable. It will exercise when it needs to exercise and talk when it needs to talk. 】Hulu is no longer as talkative as before, and his speech is simple, let alone witty remarks.
Zhang Ming, who had a brain problem, naturally couldn't distinguish the small changes in the gourd.
But the gourd does have a way of coaxing the dog, and I don’t know why. It sang a mysterious song. The old dog actually lay on its side and fell asleep with its belly basking in the sun. The pink tongue in its mouth was hanging out. He looks very relaxed and safe.
…
Today was a day where his mental state was barely passable. Zhang Ming took a deep breath, touched Brother Hao's lazy body, and came to the energy room at the bottom of the cabin.
The furnace's perpetual motion machine continuously outputs energy for a long time, allowing the ship to reach a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. Theoretically, it only takes 50-60 years for it to return to Earth.
On top of the water cube-like furnace, there is a small world tree.
Part of the energy output by the furnace is absorbed by the World Tree and supplies it with growth.
However, it is obvious that due to Zhang Ming's poor mental state, the state of this world tree as a group consciousness is also not very good.
Ever since he contracted the "Reality Syndrome", Zhang Ming has been in a state of confusion and has been unable to practice. His plan to swallow the second Demon God Rule can only be put on hold for the time being.
The eyes of the old sheep head were on the edge of the World Tree. It saw Zhang Ming coming and said seriously: "You have suffered a mental attack and cannot learn new things for the time being. You must support it until you discover a world."
"I'll add a little fireworks for you, relax your mind and don't resist."
Zhang Ming swallowed and nodded.
Scarlet eyeballs spit out a few spiritual words: "糳!!"
A mysterious picture appeared in Zhang Ming's mind.
He saw a group of strong intelligent beings preparing for a great harvest. With happy smiles on their faces, they pounded the harvested rice in stone mortars and peeled it.
The sound of "Hey yo hey yo" is like a beautiful labor song.
"糳" is a special noun, which means pounded polished rice.
Only this thick smell of fireworks can slightly resist the "inaccuracy syndrome", but it is only resistance, but it cannot be cured.
Zhang Ming came back to his senses and sighed: "It's been a long-term back and forth. As long as the disease doesn't get worse, it won't be a problem if I persist for decades. But the problem is that I don't really want to go back to my hometown now."
"The closer you are to your hometown, the smaller your expectations will be... and the disconfirmation will become worse."
"Maybe I will die of illness before I get home."
Bai Ze lamented. Lao Yangtou, who had already lost his family long ago, could certainly understand this feeling.
If it were allowed to return to its hometown, it would not want to go back. Who would be willing to witness the vicissitudes of life and return to a hometown where no old friends exist? There are still a few old friends of Zhang Ming on the other side of the earth, but Bai Ze really has no old friends at all.
Zhang Ming took out the tattered and corroded drift bottle, and felt sad. This bottle could no longer complete the delivery task.
In the past, there were messages conveyed by drifting bottles, companionship on the radio, and relatives and friends who missed him. They pulled him with a rope on the other side and shouted loudly: "Hey, we are here! Hey, how are you doing? !”
But now, that rope has long been fragile and aged, and has become indistinct.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ming felt a little nervous for no reason. On a whim, it seemed as if something important was happening in the distance!
He seemed to realize something, and quickly contacted the Earth's Gaia consciousness through the leaves of the World Tree.
(End of chapter)
