There is also such a passage in what can barely be called a notepad.

is an obscure, very different expression from human hieroglyphics. It was more of a system of communication with the Gurbas, who were later discovered on the Antarctic ice sheet.

This tribal way of communicating has been passed down from one line to another. It is not much different from the language used by our ancestors in ancient times. Strictly speaking, no changes are allowed.

They are not like normal human languages, which have been improved and evolved from generation to generation, and are moving towards great unification. Behind all this, there may be a black figure of the Federation at work!

If the blue ocean-filled sphere hadn't been hit by the madness, the Federation would have almost succeeded. Later people will not have the communication barriers that existed long ago.

I have to say, maybe we are really imprisoned. The more common something becomes, the more profound the meaning behind it becomes.

In this way, even if the rest of the human beings encounter some ancient writing utensils, they will not understand what is on it!

Then again, each individual of the Gurba people has their own unique way of remembering. They are well aware of the importance of language, and this is a puzzling fact!

It is obviously a small tribe with extremely backward production conditions, and lives on the Antarctic ice sheet with an extremely harsh environment. It stands to reason that their development will be strongly hindered.

However, they have a highly developed language system. Everyone looks at what is happening in front of them with their own worldview. It is only when it is necessary to maintain their own lives that the tribesmen will cooperate with each other to hunt prey to satisfy their hunger.

When it was terrible, the Gurba people were in a system similar to what modern people call "society". They will have a unified way of communicating, which greatly improves the efficiency of working together with each other. Other than that, the Gurba people don't interfere with each other, because even if you say it, you won't understand it. What's more, the creed that I have been instilled in is that I must never say it. It's that simple.

Historians of the past and present have shown great interest in this, and they have managed to kidnap a Sherpa and bring him to the so-called civilized world of mankind, learning all about it through the obligatory technology of brain observation in the advanced neurological aspect.

Soon after, the Sherpa died for unknown reasons. It is not clear what exactly happened at the end of the research event, and it is difficult to estimate the contingency situation.

This is the most in-depth information that Paglia's authority can know.

He pondered the differences between these two unrelated languages, and luckily understood what they had in common!

As a result, I learned some of the information in that notebook, which seems to be roughly the same meaning.

It's creepy to say that perhaps the Gurba people weren't originally part of the universe, and that they were stranded on the Antarctic ice sheet for some unknown reason, never to be saved. It is only through ancestral teachings that the most important information can be passed down from generation to generation.

A thought rushed into Puglia's will like a thunderbolt———— maybe this is the basic creed of the wanderer?

The so-called wanderers refer to those beings who have no choice but to wander aimlessly in various universes! They tend to exist in small units. In the countless spaces before the energy is exhausted, as long as there are thinking beings, they will eventually realize some truths of their own. They didn't trust anyone or anything for a long time, otherwise they would have ended up in that deplorable field!

Maybe I'm my own god!

Therefore, the Wanderer's Creed is based on ———— that what is one's own is always one's own, and nothing else!

It was a message that Puglia suddenly felt, and he didn't understand where it was coming from.

The corners of his mouth showed a slight wry smile, no one knew where the fate of his group would go? So, take advantage of the slim chance when you can still act on your own!

"I don't want to be an ethereal wanderer!" He thought helplessly.

Come back to your senses,

I found that everyone was already crowded in the console, busy like ants on a hot pot.

Yes, everyone wants to protect themselves, as long as there is a glimmer of hope of survival, they will not give up the spiritual pursuit of a comfortable life. This is the selfish side of human beings. Perhaps I can explain in a nutshell that this is our human nature! There is no right or wrong in the first place, it is just a matter of judging the development of events based on a certain foothold!

Everyone is hurrying to try to use their own efforts to restart this ancient machine for escape.

Paglia puffed up her chest and stepped forward, joining the fight against ———— clock and fate.

After a long time,

As the central control panel lit up, the whole machine regained power, perhaps because the command control part had lost its due effect due to the passage of space.

Otherwise, it will be impossible for everyone to regain all this.

I finally felt a faint hope, and this was a thought that rose in everyone's hearts.

Paglia thought about it, she hadn't been alone with Sanrou for a long time.

Since this journey, he has been busy dealing with various affairs every day, and as the leader of this only remaining team, he must make the most reasonable judgment to lead the whole operation.

Of course, as a husband, this is not enough to bear his reason to reduce his love for Sanrou!

That is true

But that little girl! At least in Puglia's heart, she always knows right from wrong, and never takes the initiative to interfere with Paglia's work. This was the case even when Paglia was on the verge of collapse, and Sanrou always had a blind trust in him.

How much Paglia wished that Sanrou would come to her side from time to time to "harass" herself a few times, but this was an impossible dream, "Hey, this stupid girl! ”

Puglia slowly walked to Sanrou's side, she was dragging her pregnant body to get busy, always thinking about doing her best to help others, this girl was always so kind.

Paglia gently hugged Sanrou from behind, and he clearly felt Sanrou's body stun slightly, and then regained his composure. She smelled the familiarity and understood that it was him!

Samrou carefully turned around, put her arms around Paglia's neck, and leaned her head on his chest!

Paglia closed his eyes, and he hugged the man in his arms even harder, as if he would never let go. Do your best to grasp your last hope.

He couldn't help but think of the first time he met Sanrou, it was a sunny autumn afternoon. The cool wind blew on his face, and he couldn't help but walk slowly along the lakeside.

When he was a little tired, he found a bench and sat down, quietly watching the autumn colors in the water.

Gradually, his gaze became foggy. It all stems from the invasion of the spirit layer by layer of the vast water waves, and he seems to be hypnotized into the fantasy of reason!

………………

"May I sit here, please?" , a clear and warm word lingered in Puglia's ears for a long time. He dreamed obsessively, "Please! But there was not the slightest indication of it.

He came to his senses in an instant, and quickly stood up and apologized: "I was a little distracted just now, I'm sorry for you!" Only then did he raise his head and see the girl in front of him - the ends of her hair were just past her ears, and a pair of big eyes flashed with smart light, which seemed to tell you the splendor of the starry sky. As for the nose, it is towering, which is characteristic of Westerners. He still has the same smile on his lips as he had just smiled. However, on the whole, this girl is actually more like the quiet appearance of oriental women.

Puglia felt her heartstrings be struck hard, and for many years he thought he would have no other emotions, the least likely of which was love!

However, God is good at teasing people, and Puglia thinks that she is hopelessly in love with the girl in front of her.

Sometimes, heart-pounding is the result of providence, and it is more likely to be a lifetime thing!

Puglia politely invited the girl to sit beside her, and she readily agreed!

The two little people talked together for a long time, until the warm sun turned to sunset, and then turned into the high hanging branches of the last quarter moon. The girl offered to leave here and go home.

The word "home" really made Puglia's heart tremble, he didn't seem to have a home! Since the man's death, the only thing he can call home has gone up in smoke.

The girl who called herself "Samrou" was obviously sensitive to this, and Paglia smiled and waved her hand to say that she was fine. tried his best to hide the silence in his expression.

He gentlemanly asked if he could give Sanrou a ride, and unexpectedly, Sanrou readily agreed!

"It seems that this girl really has a hundred hearts for herself!" , Paglia reluctantly remembered this. But why should I feel inferior? If you like it, you should go for it! Isn't it? Paglia cheered herself up and got up and chased after her!

He walked slowly, side by side with her, slowly on the moonlit path. Sanrou's hand naturally grabbed Paglia's hand, and our little handkerchief really felt uncomfortable. However, he still grabbed Sanrou's hand generously!

The two of them just went on like this, maybe this is a lifetime!

Now Paglia smelled the natural scent of the person in his arms, and he felt that it was like this for the rest of his life. If it could, he really didn't want to get caught up in those intertwined undercurrents. If you are not careful, you may end up in pieces.

Now that everything is on the way, let's fight with a happy backdrop!