This island was once the birthplace of a great man. Despite his small stature, he possessed great military prowess and became the most powerful nation of his time, claiming the crown of a family that had been passed down for hundreds of years. Later, he was ousted from the throne by the remnants of the family and other surrounding powers, and exiled to the island, where he did not leave until his death. However, none of this detracts from the fact that he is the greatest hero in the history of Baizhou.

Of course, there's more to the island's appeal than meets the eye. Thousands of years ago, the ancients called this place "the beautiful island". Because it is sunny all year round, there are many mountains, and the scenery is varied. Sometimes the cliffs are craggy, and when you turn around, you will see a large pine and chestnut forest, dense and flourishing. The jungle here is filled with a peculiar smell of heat, wafting all the way to the dry land of the desert beside it.

Although it is an island, the inhabitants are not necessarily islanders. Because the seaside was often looted by pirates, most of the island's residents made their homes in the mountains and became mountain people. As for the houses by the sea, most of them were built when wealthy people came here for vacation. Today, it is even more empty.

The mix of different ethnic groups and the interweaving of multiple cultures has created a very unique character for the island's residents. They not only contain the casualness and boldness of the people of country Y, but also the elegance and romance of the people of country F, and the shrewdness and ability of the people of country X, and seem to have absorbed the advantages of various ethnic groups in Baizhou.

However, for residents who make a living from tourism, they only work for the half year from April to October. During these months, they live in houses in the mountains and by the sea, or open restaurants, hotels, or sell tourist souvenirs and food. The rest of the time is just a holiday. Rich people go to country F because it is suitable for winter living. People who are not so wealthy also move to live in big cities, where food, clothing, housing and transportation are very convenient.

So, in winter, the island becomes almost an uninhabited desert island. Perhaps this is the primary reason why the Pope wanted to make this the main gathering place for zombies?

"You know what?" The Pope does not deny this either. At this moment, he was hospitably entertaining Ning Xiao, while Cheng Ziyang was forced to return to Huaxia helplessly to deal with those complicated affairs after countless phone calls from Song Dai. "It also has the widest range of cheese in the world."

"One of the greatest pleasures of living here is how to make cheese that is not the same. So, the variety of cheeses you have here is breathtaking. Even the first president of country F jokingly said, who wants to rule a place with more than 400 varieties of cheese? ”

"So," Ning Xiao took a sip of the red wine handed by the Pope. "You don't want to take care of this beautiful island! You know, once I make it a forbidden place, it's possible that ordinary people will never see it. ”

"You can't say that," said the Pope, taking a sip of the blood-like red wine. His eyes glanced at the red stones. The stones were like blades of a blade. Actually, they are all left over from volcanic eruptions. After the perennial caress of the sea breeze, it has become what it is now, very sharp and neat. It is said that this is the only place in the world where this kind of sight occurs.

"This is the junction of the three kingdoms. Each time, there have been more or less disputes between the three countries over its ownership. So, I think it's better to turn it into a forbidden place. In this way, the Holy See was saved a lot of heart, and there were many fewer disputes. ”

"Really?" Ning Xiao didn't seem to believe the Pope's words. It was at this moment that their lunch was served.

Perhaps in order to accommodate Ning Xiao, the first dish served at lunch turned out to be a salad. It is a fresh vegetable tossed with olive oil. Olives are also abundant here, and olive oil has become a specialty. Of course, the soup is a special fish soup. I don't know why, Ning Xiao felt particularly fishy. If it weren't for her super good inhibition, I would have wanted to throw it up.

The main course on the table is three different specialties of fish, also fried in olive oil and very fragrant. But no matter how Ning Xiao tasted it, he always felt that there was a fishy smell in his mouth.

"Ningxiao," the Pope smiled pleasantly. "When you're done eating, you'll go out for a walk, and you'll know how painful it is for me to set this place as a zombie land."

"Oh-" At this point, Ning Xiao didn't have much to say.

The central part of the island is occupied by large hills and forests, where bush hunting is possible. The object of the hunt is the wild boar that is freed in the jungle. It is said that the wild boars here are raised in the mountains and are raised on chestnuts and oaks, so they have a special taste and delicious meat, making them a great delicacy.

However, after the end of the world, the animals here have also mutated. Wild boars, in particular, are rumored to have become even smarter than humans. Some are so fierce that they can eat people.

At this time, Ning Xiao somewhat understood the Pope's intentions. However, she still told him very bluntly: "The ban I arranged is only for zombies!"

"Can't you just increase the scope of the ban? In my opinion, it is better to target all living beings who can cause harm to humanity......" The Pope no longer concealed his thoughts, and mentioned it bluntly.

"Yes, yes," Ning Xiao thought for a moment and replied to him. "However, once a creature breaks through the prohibition I have set, at that time, it is very likely that you and I will have to work together to destroy it!"

"That's nothing!" The Pope was relieved by this. "If that's the case, if you destroy it, you won't be damned."

"yes!" Hearing the Pope say this, Ning Xiao also felt that it made sense. At their level, due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, there are very few opportunities to make a move. If you can make a move, you don't have to worry about the restrictions of heaven, and you can indeed be a pleasure to entertain.

The great man who was born on this small island led his cannons to modify and smear the map of Hakusu thousands of years ago. He had reproached his father for not continuing to fight for the fertile soil. Like countless teenagers who grew up here, he grew up by the clear blue waters, and stood on the broken reef on the shore and made a vow to "fight for this, and die to those who stand in my way".

At this moment, Ning Xiao and the Pope stood in front of the reef on which the oath was written, looking at the statue of the great man who had been erected from time to time not far away, and they could still hear the sound of the organ and the bell from the chapel.

All of this makes people feel that there is no longer the smoke and war of the past, no pirates and rebels of the past, no more suffering and groaning, only beauty, tranquility and contentment.

"Are you really willing to give up this wonderful land?" So, Ning Xiao couldn't help but ask.

"If you can't bear it, you have to give it up!" The Pope replied rather reluctantly. "Sometimes, there are things that you can't have, so it's better to give them up!"

Hearing him say this, Ning Xiao couldn't say anything more, so he had to take out the bone whistle......

What is Raw? Life is an open land, such as the germination of spring, the growth of summer, the spread of autumn, and the collection of winter. Of course, life is not completely beautiful and brilliant, there is mud, and there are boundless dark nights. But the charm of life itself is irreplaceable.

Just like the days that are constantly moving, they flow forward year after year without refueling or with the help of a flying calendar.

What is death? Death may seem dark, but in fact, it is likely that there is an open field just like life. It's just that the timing there is reversed, or there is no timing at all. All descriptions such as hell and ghosts have nothing to do with death; There is only calm there.

More often than not, death is just a state, just like a butterfly that has lost its life, made into a specimen, sandwiched in a book, and after a long time, the butterfly specimen will also be overflowing with a faint fragrance of books.

So, what about between life and death?

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The Pope closed his eyes slightly, reminiscing about the melodious music that came out of Ning Xiao.

In fact, the music played by Ning Xiao sounds very ordinary, very monotonous, and even a little vulgar to the ears of many people. If the Pope knew that the person next to him was commenting on Ning Xiao's playing, he would definitely scoff: How can a humble finch know the ambition of a bird.

"Ah, a lot of zombies!"

As someone couldn't help but let out this exclamation, the people who followed the Pope found that the zombies all over the mountains began to pour here. Each zombie walked stiffly, staring ahead, unaware and fearless.

However, as more and more zombies poured out, some of the low-level guys with abilities who were following the Pope began to tremble a little.

"Recite the scriptures of your heart!" At this time, the Pope, with his eyes closed, instructed these guys who were afraid at the sight of zombies. "Of course, you can also listen to the sound of the whistle."

"Yes!" Those guys hurriedly followed the Pope's instructions.

No one knows what it is like to be at the critical point of life and death. Of course, there are many people who are feeling this kind of death at this moment.

One is that you really want to die. The other is to take it for granted and really want to die. But for life, both of them have one or two points of inseparable attachment.

Let's start with the former. The heroes who are dying can sing and cry. - Having made such a conclusion, there is really nothing left to say. Once faith in life is lost, death becomes a kind of beauty; In the eyes of such a person, death is by no means dark, not only open, but also boundless.

At this time, death, as a state, really becomes a butterfly with the fragrance of a pale book, pressing the fresh life into a piece of paper, leaving it to the world, being looked at, and getting eternal life in the reading.

Let's talk about the latter. This type of person is not as resolute as the former. If they were resolute, they would not have chosen the daytime, on the bridge where cars and people were coming. Even if you choose, you won't hang yourself there, like hanging a salty product, for people who have lived a good life to lean down and look down in a cold sweat.

This kind of person wants to die, and it must be true feelings. They are practicing their ideas, getting closer and closer to death, and farther and farther away from life. However, on the way to death, they looked back a few times, and those glances were full of affection, like a comma at the end of the article.

Seeing that it is about to draw an eternal full stop, but somehow, the full stop has not been drawn in a short period of time, one by one, all commas, like the "slow voice" in the word card, the voice is tear-jerking, almost making people ignore the current messy scene, all that comes to mind is background information, about the reason for the person's death, and the mentality of facing death.

The former is certainly brave, but the latter is not only brave, but also more memorable. Because a person who is determined to die, once he leaves the west and really crosses the critical point of life and death, then it can be said that this person has no hope for life. Glory and beauty, for him, are all on the back side of life, on the other side of life, since he can see brilliant colors on the way to death, then everything else has become superfluous.

And people who look back a few times are different. In fact, they also see the color on that side, but the beauty of life still exists, maybe even if there is no beauty, at least it is concern. This is something to be praised. There is no shame in having hope for life, and there is nothing wrong with it. Just like those who live a nourishing life, there is no shame and nothing wrong.

In the overwhelming state of despair, there is still a glimmer of hope to linger, how precious it is!

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