Rebirth.

More cruel than Tang Ling imagined, this process was not a joyful process of reorganization and growth, but a process of tearing.

At least that's what Tang Ling saw.

This 'only three' high-level creature in this fragment of time and space struggled violently in front of Tang Ling's eyes, and the calm lake surface was shattered, and even had some turbulent feelings because of this.

But what doesn't struggle change? Tang Ling watched as the skin of this daylight ghost fish began to shatter, the muscles began to be decomposed, and the blood flowed out and he didn't know what force was sucked in in an instant...

In just five minutes, the original form of the daylight ghost fish disappeared and became a mass... Yes, it was a complex organism, and Tang Ling could feel that this mass of organisms was full of vigorous vitality.

Was this considered a success? Is this what being born again looks like? Turned into a lump of meat? Tang Ling looked at it silently, unable to tell what mood it was, both shocked and filled with some indescribable awe.

Is that a reverence for life? Tang Ling couldn't say it, he only knew that the process of rebirth was far more than that, according to the desert island owner, it needed a lot of energy, and in the whole process, Tang Ling also needed to help replenish his energy in a timely manner.

Just at the right time? When is it? In short, Tang Ling can't judge the time node now.

At this time, the Sunlight Netherfish has completely turned into a 'meat ball' full of life, which looks inexplicably familiar.

"Embryos?" Tang Ling's mind had been worried about the things on the other side, although everything in front of him was shocking, he didn't care too much, but at this time, he still thought of this word.

I can't help but feel awe of the magic of life in my heart, which is also a way to inherit life? A daylight ghost fish degenerated into an embryo? More life than ever! Even with Tang Ling's current 'weak chicken's six senses, you can feel its powerful fresh vitality!

"I don't know how to define my rebirth, and I think about it a lot. Am I completely 'me' reborn, or am I reborn with the chosen parasite? Or are we all gone, a new life form with the shadow of me and the parasite? You must tell me the answer later. ”

Tang Ling's mind remembered a conversation with the desert island owner, the desert island owner couldn't see through the essence of life even as a super-level fierce beast, and as a teenager, he couldn't see through it.

I just hope that he can wait for an answer to tell the creature in front of him, even if it may not care anymore, because it is not necessarily the owner of a desert island.

After becoming an embryo, the 'meat mass' did not struggle, but slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, and along with this process, a wave of energy appeared on the surface of the lake where it sank, forming a thin shield that enveloped the surface of the lake.

At this time, the energy shield swayed gently, and Tang Ling received an incomparably simple but strong emotion, just like the kind of emotion that the initial small species conveyed to Tang Ling - the need for energy and food.

Of course, Tang Ling would not ignore it, after all, this was his promise, so he picked a small piece of meat, a bone, and a pot or so of the Seagod's gift on the shore of the lake, and slowly approached the energy shield.

Should you throw food into the energy shield? At this time, it was impossible for the owner of the desert island to give Tang Ling an answer, and Tang Ling could only guess and follow his own way.

What he didn't expect was that when he tried to throw that small piece of fist-sized beast meat into it first, there was an obvious emotion of too much energy coming from the energy shield.

"I see." Tang Ling tore half of the beast meat, and then successfully threw the beast meat in.

I tried to put in a small amount more, and I received it smoothly, but no more was enough.

Such a discovery made Tang Ling feel a little more interesting in his heart, and there was a feeling of what kind of pet he was feeding.

Is this a hint of spice in this lonely life?

The appetite is much smaller than I imagined, you must know that the owner of the desert island has left at least a ton of fierce beast meat, and don't think that a ton of weight is a lot of volume.

Just like the volume of fat meat of equal weight, it cannot be compared with the volume of muscle, the volume of a ton of wood cannot be compared with the volume of a ton of steel, and the volume of a ton of super-level beast meat is about the size of ten wooden boxes.

In this way, this embryo needs half the size of a fist for the first time, and even has some more super-level fierce beast meat, and the appetite is really not low.

Just like Tang Ling, he can only eat a trace of it every day.... But it's getting better and better day by day, if it's just an ordinary person, I'm afraid it will be hard to pick up this super-level fierce beast meat, bone or something.

"Don't be too good at eating, what should I do if you eat up all these resources before you grow up?" Tang Ling patted the energy shield and said this.

Loneliness, Tang Ling thought he was not afraid, but now he knew that if he had been practicing alone for a long time, he would not feel lonely, but because he knew that if he wanted to, he could return to the crowd at any time.

And now... Without such affirmation and hope, loneliness is like a violent poison that only takes three days to cover every corner of the soul.

Can't wait to take every reasonable opportunity to say something?

So... Human beings love from the bottom of their hearts, are reluctant, and care about their own race, and the group of animals turns out to be such a truth.

Tang Ling thought and walked up from the lake, he tried to communicate with Xiao Chong, but Xiao Chong's sleep this time was deeper than any previous time, it didn't react, its leaves were originally full of life, and its branches were filled with a languid aura.

Even the roots that were tied in Tang Ling's heart felt a little shaky.

If it weren't for the super-rank fierce beast meat left behind by the owner of the desert island, which replenished precious energy every day, Tang Ling felt that the small species would probably wither completely.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling felt a little sad.

In fact, with more energy, the small species can recover more, right? It's just that his current body can't bear it anymore.

I originally thought that in this world, it didn't matter if I was weak or something, but I found that when a strong person is weak, he will slowly destroy his heart, and he will feel that he can't protect everything he cares about.

I don't know what kind of season it is in this fragment of time and space, but Tang Ling's heart is full of autumn.

I don't know if it will rain in this fragment of time and space... But in Tang Ling's heart, he was already drenched by the cold rain.

Still have to be strong, this time Tang Ling suddenly knew that the difficulty of life sometimes does not lie in the life and death of the body, but in the heart or like ashes, and desperately ignite a fire, there will always be people who want to illuminate and warm, of course, including himself.

**

Doomsday 17th Tuesday rains

I woke up this morning and it was raining.

I never thought I'd be ecstatic about a rain, and the change in the weather, does that mean the season won't go away? So I'll wait until winter and then spring?

If spring comes, will there be something to recover? For example, when I woke up, I would be delighted to see that my neighbor Uncle Wu had already set off for the lake, preparing to finish a set of Tai Chi before returning home, and Aunt Wu was watering the flowers and plants in the yard.

The Shiba Inu, which I hated, was still being led around by its owner, and then saw me still howling at me unfriendly.

No, I don't want to rob your master, even though she's beautiful, I'm tempted.

But I have a girlfriend, do you know what it means to have a girlfriend? That means that there are many beautiful girls in this world, but you are destined to only be crazy in the future a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times, but you can't act.

So, I think love is a lock that locks up all your ability to act. What do you think?

X, what am I talking about? Have you started fantasizing about communicating with a dog? If there really is a dog that exists now and can communicate with me, I would be very willing, really! You may even burst into tears of excitement over this.

But no, it's still quiet and crazy.

In fact, it's not quiet, after all there is the sound of rain, there is the sound of wind, there is the sound of rain falling on the leaves, the sound of the lake ... What I want to express is - be alone! Loneliness leads to inner silence!

I'm going crazy, I miss her, my lock.

I have regretted it ten thousand times, why did I go on the so-called expedition.

I, a thirty-two-year-old man, still fantasize about using such an act to prove that I am a little boy, a teenager?

Or is it that I have a good family background, and it is easy for my career to be smooth sailing, and then I am so bored that I want to be different.

I've fantasized countless times that if I were just a very ordinary person, I should go to work on such a day, clock in, squeeze the subway to eat or something... Then I wouldn't have woken up from a coma on the mountain and faced such a nightmare!

Zhang Anyi, this lock of mine, I should go on a date with you this day, go to eat a delicious meal, go to a movie, do the most ordinary things, and then disappear together.

Really, I regret it!

Now that it's raining outside, I realize that I haven't rained with you before, and if it weren't for this despair, would I have remembered to do such a thing with you in my lifetime?

I do not know.

Suddenly I felt that my life was wasted, I suddenly felt that I was very cheap, and in despair, I realized a lot of the meaning of life, but...

Well, I'm going to sleep, and I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep.

Am I a cowardly man, or am I unusually strong? I'm not going to die, I'm still alive.

**

Gently, Tang Ling closed the diary, and Tang Ling's voice, which was originally echoing in the room, disappeared, leaving only the faint sound of breathing on the other side.

The diary was read on the seventeenth day, and Tang Ling had been trapped here for twenty-one days.

Because the diary is read from the fourth day, it is also read with the other side, to be precise, read to the other side while reading.

After all, the words on the diary, Tang Ling didn't have any problems reading them, wasn't it the Chinese characters handed down from the Purple Moon Era?

It's just that Tang Ling is reluctant to read it all at once, just like the book in this room, Tang Ling stipulates that he can only read ten pages a day.

Tang Ling only watched one of those DVDs or something, and he was going to collect more interesting things in the town, so he could watch and play them once every ten days...

Slowly study everything, slowly find something to do for yourself, here if everything is not slowed down, the hollowness of the mind will become bigger and bigger, until it engulfs itself.

Putting the diary at the head of the bed on the other side, Tang Ling picked up a cigarette, walked to the window, and lit a cigarette.

After smoking this cigarette, I went to the lake to feed it.

Next, do you practice your combat skills, or do you try to start practicing again? Tang Ling deliberately did not give himself an answer.

Because he doesn't want to be the same every day, he has to support it, and he always has to deliberately find something special.

But also with a high degree of self-discipline.

For example, the cultivation that can't be put down, taking care of everything on the other side, and feeding the pet.

Only a high degree of self-discipline can make people stronger and stronger.

This is a sentence that Tang Ling has seen in books these days, and he thinks it is true.

The cigarettes ran out quickly, Tang Ling didn't continue to smoke, although the smoke can make people quiet and soothe, and this town should be a rich town, there are seventeen supermarkets of all sizes, and there is no need to cherish cigarettes like in the Purple Moon Era...

You can't rely too much on something, this is a kind of self-discipline.

Coming to the lake, Tang Ling began to feed, recently this guy's appetite has become a little larger, and he can eat a piece of fierce beast meat the size of a fist, but that's all, the beast bones left by the owner of the desert island are still no way to eat... It seems that you will still be able to enjoy the abundant resources in the future, right?

Really not used to counting without precise instinct, fist-sized? Two fist-sized? A small piece? A chunk? Tang Ling smiled self-deprecatingly, and then frowned again.

It's been 21 days now...

Tang Ling pursed his lips, he didn't know if there would be any future when he would also use these resources!

The other side.. The other side...

Tang Ling was in no mood to speak, just patted the energy shield that had not changed anything, silently walked to the lake, lowered his head, and sat down.

He didn't have the courage to look at the other side now, even if the other side had been sleeping quietly in that room, he could stay by her side day and night if he wanted to.

But he still didn't!

It would be very uncomfortable to look at it, the life on the other side passed faster and faster, and the face turned pale, and now it was so pale that the lips were like a white film.

Feeding something to the other side every day has no effect at all.

She can't digest and absorb it at all, and if she tries her best to feed it, she will also vomit it unconsciously, and it will be spit out for a while afterward.

The only thing she could accept was water.

Tang Ling tried to boil water with the meat of the fierce beast, but it triggered a huge reaction from the other side, she convulsed and vomited, and even had a nosebleed, obviously she couldn't bear any little bit of too strong energy.

Fortunately, in this seemingly eternal town, many ordinary foods from pre-civilizations can be found in supermarkets, and electricity allows freezing to continue, so there is no shortage of frozen meat or something...

What the other side can accept, that is, the soup boiled by these ordinary foods, Tang Ling changes his tricks every day to make soup for the other side, but what can he change?

The only way is to get out of this place.

Thinking of this, Tang Ling stood up and walked briskly towards the other side of the lake, he had to take another look....

Although I was reluctant to read the diary, I also read it for 17 days, and it is already an ironclad fact that there were survivors here who don't know how long ago.

And the 17-day diary also brought Tang Ling an important piece of information, the reason why the only survivor existed was because at the time of the 'incident', he was not in this town, but stayed in a certain mountain, to be precise, a small hill in the mountain that was not very noticeable.

How to avoid the catastrophe caused by the turbulence of time and space, the survivor did not recount, Tang Ling guessed that even this survivor did not know what happened? I don't know that this place has become a fragment of space-time turbulence, and of course I don't understand why he avoided the disaster?

According to him, he is an adventurous 'traveler', especially when it comes to exploring the so-called unsolved places and mysterious places of the world.

On normal days, he also likes to climb mountains and wade around his residence to exercise himself.

I found the abnormality of that mountain because of this habit.

So what exactly is the anomaly? There was no accurate description in the survivor's diary, but the word miracle was used repeatedly, and from the language he tried to portray clearly, Tang Ling guessed that the survivor was seeing the river formed by the 'turbulence of time and space'.

Why did you see the river of time and space before this fragment of time and space was torn apart? Tang Ling didn't figure it out either. In addition, Tang Ling couldn't be sure if it was really the River of Time and Space?

But no matter what, that mountain has become the best hope to escape from here, and after Tang Ling knew this, he went to that mountain again and again.

Obviously, the harvest is limited.

Except for the discovery of some out-of-season plants, Tang Ling did not make any discoveries.

This situation made Tang Ling feel the urge to read the diary thoroughly, maybe there would be an answer to that rule?

But this idea was denied by Tang Ling, in such a place, on such a day, he was afraid of a tomorrow without a little expectation every day.

The more important reason is that an ordinary person in a pre-civilization, what answer can he find?

Therefore, Tang Ling still hadn't finished reading this diary, after all, he still had another hope, that is, after his mental power was completely recovered, he would be able to read the article left to him by the owner of the desert island, and maybe he would be able to find the answer.

"It's coming." Tang Ling came to the top of the mountain again.

Because of the distance, it was almost dusk at this time, and the gradually setting sun stained the stratus clouds in the sky into a pale yellow, and this light also fell on Tang Ling's body, which seemed to bring a glimmer of hope that had not been completely extinguished.

It was indeed fast, after all, twenty-one days had passed, Tang Ling could feel that his bones had become hard and resilient again, those broken muscles were growing wildly every night, the reconstructed tendons were twisted into stronger and more powerful muscles, and the broken nerves were reconnected again, thicker...

This kind of recovery is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary people in the former civilization, the human beings of the former civilization are too fragile, and many injuries are irreversible for them! But the people of the Purple Moon Era are not like that, and Tang Ling is not... Otherwise, there is simply no way to survive.

Of course, this is only a small half of the recovery from the peak.

The key is the recovery of spiritual power, which is about to condense to the extent that it can form a spiritual imprint, in fact, Tang Ling can't open his personal space, not because he can't provide the slightest trace of spiritual power to Xingyin Dingwei Blade, but because his spiritual power is destroyed to a sparse extent, and there is no way to form his own unique spiritual power imprint.

Tang Ling estimated that as long as it recovered to that extent. Not only can he open up the space he carry, but he can also read the article left by the owner of the desert island, and the most important thing is that the precision instinct should come back, right?

This is not Tang Ling's imagination, although he is not a Jingyue, he also knows that the spiritual power imprint is the foundation of everything, just like a key, only with it, can he use his spiritual power freely.

"Thinking about it this way, why don't you use the Star Hidden Dingwei Blade and carry a small leather bag?" Tang Ling fiddled with the withered branches beside him, and said to himself again.

Of course, this is just a joke, if it is really a small skin, I am afraid that when I enter this fragment of time and space, it will all be shattered, right?

Looking at the discordant 'winter scenery' on this mountain, Tang Ling still didn't find anything, so he could only go down the mountain with the sunset.

**

The twenty-sixth day was fine

On the other side, I haven't woken up yet.

Today, I listened carefully to her breathing, which was so faint that I could barely hear it.

I was a little scared, but not because of the impending parting, but because I hadn't made a decision yet.

What was the decision? That is, what do I do after I am buried on the other side? I didn't fulfill my promise to the owner of the desert island, but I could roughly imagine that without the other side, I might lose the courage to live.

When I think of losing her, I think of the night I lost my mother-in-law and sister, at that time it was Uncle Su Yao who supported me to live with hatred, and now what is there?

Forget it, don't think about it just yet.

I can't lose that glimmer of hope until all the results come, these days are a tempering of my soul, no matter how much life and death I have experienced outside, there is no torture these days.

I feel that after going through it, I can really be strong and mature.

But can I walk there? What do you think?

Journaling is a good comfort, and I now seem to understand why the survivor insisted on keeping a journal in such a desperate and lonely day.

Now, I have recorded seventeen diaries, which can be regarded as proof that I have been here with the other side.

In addition, if nothing else, my mental strength will be completely restored tomorrow.

It's just that I don't have much to look forward to, and everything in my space doesn't help the current situation on the other side.

The only hope lies in the article left by the owner of the desert island, and I hope it can give me a little direction now.

I also hope that everything will be in time!!

Tang Ling wrote three exclamation points heavily and put down the pen in his hand.

The diary can no longer bring him comfort, his heart is full of the faint breathing sound of the other side, the owner of the desert island said that a month, that is the most situation, Tang Ling is worried about whether the other side can survive tomorrow?

And fate is such blood, his recovery is precisely tomorrow, tomorrow seems to be a fateful day, in such a situation, how can Tang Ling be calm?

In the end, he was just a teenager.

Putting down the pen a little irritably, Tang Ling closed his diary and came to the room on the other side, he sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the hand of the other side and put it on his cheek, hoping to use his own temperature to make the other side warm up a little.

Yes, because of the passage of life force, the hand on the other side has become cold.

"I only wish, tomorrow..."Tang Ling said softly, this kind of comfort has no effect, because even if tomorrow knows that there is a way, is it still too late?

**

The morning breeze gently blew the curtains of the room on the other side.

The breath on the other side has changed from weak to nothing, and no matter how thick the quilt is, coupled with the heat brought by the empty inside, it can't make the other side's body warmer.

Tang Ling was very calm, he was picking out the song disc.

In these lonely days, he often listened to songs, and the owner of this room, that is, the survivor, left a lot of song discs.

Tang Ling has always had a good feeling about the songs of the former civilization, which came from the No. 1 Reserve Camp, the song about friendship that Vivian had sung.

This kind of art seems to be able to soothe people's hearts, and it can also completely stimulate and amplify people's emotions.

And here, it is the only way to make Tang Ling feel less lonely and surrounded by voices.

Today is the fateful day.

Fate has really been decided.

The moment Tang Ling opened his eyes, he found that his spiritual power had already been able to form an imprint, and he read the article left by the desert island master for the first time.

Useful, there are questions about the use of the resources it leaves behind, and how to use it most effectively...

There is guidance for Tang Ling's advancement.

Of course, there is also Tang Ling's opinion on this piece of time and space fragment, the desert island owner, that Tang Ling is most concerned about.

Sure enough, it is worthy of being a super-level fierce beast, its opinions and guesses are close to the truth, just like the mountain that Tang Ling has always puzzled, the desert island master gave the answer - this is the only 'anti-rule' place in this land of time and space turbulence.

What it was, Tang Ling didn't bother to think about it.

Although it was the only hope to go out, and it would even bring some unexpected benefits, it couldn't help the situation on the other side, because Tang Ling's ability at this stage was not enough!

According to the Desert Island Owner, no matter how talented Tang Ling is, if he can't advance to the third-order Purple Moon Warrior, he can't get out, because the genetic lock of the third-order Purple Moon Warrior can only touch the threshold of the 'rules'.

This also refers to Tang Ling's situation alone, because Tang Ling has a mysterious ability - the instinct of precision! If it were someone else, maybe only by becoming a superior would there be a glimmer of hope to get out.

The desert island owner later narrated why this was so? There are still many arguments, as well as precautions, and its promise to Tang Ling, the repayment is absolutely intentional.

It's a pity that Tang Ling didn't have any interest.

Tang Ling woke up at four o'clock in the morning, and before dawn at that time, Tang Ling ran frantically to the top of the mountain.

Mobilizing the instinct for precision... He wanted to try.

It's a pity that his current recovery level can only use the original precision instinct, if you want to make an analogy, it is comparable to when he just left the No. 17 safety zone, even what Boss Huang taught him, Tang Ling couldn't use it.

He didn't want to say that he found the 'point' that the desert island master said on this mountain, he couldn't even see the most basic energy flow in the rules.

There is no way!

Third order? Even if he advanced to the Purple Moon Warrior now, there was no way to do it, because Tang Ling had not fully recovered, let alone the accumulated energy!

Tang Ling was desperate, he didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he walked down the mountain.

He's going to have to face such a day after all.

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