Chapter 551: The Harvest Festival in Hell (2)

Xiao Hui was stunned, indeed, if it was just to kill monsters, it would be easy, but if you want to capture them alive, you can rely on the three of you plus Yang Ziyue's giant spirit god, but I don't know how much effort it takes, her eyes can't help but turn to Li Shimin: "Brother Li, can you ask the Xia tribe for help, you have a lot of manpower--"

Li Shimin agreed: "No problem, it's just that the harvest is about to be harvested recently, and when we are done with this while, we will help you catch those two monsters." ”

Bai Xiaofei and the others were stunned, they didn't expect Li Shimin to agree so happily, after all, this is different from the hunting of ordinary Xia tribes, the monsters that they have worked so hard to catch cannot be killed and eaten, and even turned upside down, and they have to waste food to raise these "postmen" - this is a thankless task at all.

Li Shimin saw the doubts in everyone's eyes, and chuckled: "Helping you is also helping ourselves, since I met Bai Xiaofei and you, the more I know about the earth, the more I feel that our world has a special connection with your world - perhaps, the hope of saving our world is in the world you call the earth." Don't worry, Qiao Feng has already discussed with me, and he ordered me to try my best to meet you no matter what you want. ”

Bai Xiaofei and the others didn't know what to say except to say thank you.

Li Shimin's two heads smiled, and he said no thanks, no thanks, and asked Bai Xiaofei coldly: "Bai Xiaofei, when I first met you, when you heard my name, a surprised but somewhat familiar expression suddenly appeared on your face, what is that?" It's like meeting someone you know, but I haven't seen or heard of you before. ”

Bai Xiaofei was sweating, Li Shimin was really extraordinary, his every move was keenly discovered by him, and he said honestly: "The name Li Shimin is the name of one of the great kings of one of the dynasties of an ancient civilization on the earth called Yanhuang, and his name has been praised for thousands of years. ”

Li Shimin laughed: "Interesting, funny, really funny." Bai Xiaofei, do you know that the name of our Xia people was not taken by our parents, but with the awakening of evolution and memory, we naturally knew it, that is, this name is innate. I really want to know what kind of unknowable relationship the Yanhuang Li Shimin has with me, Li Shimin. ”

With Li Shimin's promise, Bai Xiaofei and others let go of their hearts, and said that they would help Xia people harvest in the upcoming harvest season, Xiaowei thought of one thing: "Brother Li, I remember that Brother Qiao Feng said that there are still 7 years before the crops are ripe, how can they be harvested so quickly?" ”

Li Shimin shrugged his shoulders: "It's been seven years." ”

Xiaohui was stunned: "How is it possible?" I estimate the time to be seven weeks at most - ah, wait, I see, time on Earth is different from yours, and our seven weeks is equal to seven years in another world! ”

In fact, it is very difficult to calculate time in another world, because there is no law at all about sunrise and sunset, and it is impossible to divide the day 24 hours with natural night and day, and then it is impossible to confirm the week, month, and year, but Li Shimin and other Xia people, after evolution, naturally have a identification and division of time, but Bai Xiaofei and others did not notice.

One week on earth is equal to one year in another world, which really corresponds to the saying "one day on earth, one year in heaven" - well, no, on the contrary, the legend of fairyland on earth, but "one day in heaven, one year on earth", sure enough, is this a time algorithm of hell?

Bai Xiaofei suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "Brother Li, how old are you this year?" ”

Li Shimin scratched his two heads: "Ah, let me think about it, well, after this harvest season, I am exactly 100 years old." ”

100 years old, converted to earth time, it is 700 days, less than two years - days, the evolution of the Xia people is really weird, on the earth, a two-year-old child is still a doll who has just taken off the pacifier. However, in this terrible world, everyone who can survive is strong, and this is not a place where heroes are judged by age.

A few days later, when the gossipy Xiaohui inquired that Qiao Feng was only in his 80s and was a "little hairy" younger than Li Shimin, Bai Xiaofei and his party were even more speechless.

It's just that in the Xia tribe, the longevity of "nine thousand years old" or even "long live" can't be seen at all, because people are dying every second in this world, either from the sudden change of the natural environment, or from the murderous monsters.

Alas, this other world is a living hell.

The day after tomorrow, it is the harvest season, the summer people are noisily gathered at the gates of the dungeon, ready to harvest crops, Bai Xiaofei followed behind Qiao Feng as An Answer, Xiao Hui, Xiao Wei and Yang Ziyue also followed, and even the Iron Tree Mecha was also there - when Xiao Hui did not drive the Iron Tree, the weak consciousness of the Iron Tree itself that remained inside was equivalent to a small intelligent computer, which could act automatically.

Qiao Feng was full of arrogance, and waved his big hand: "Kill!" The Xia people shouted one after another, "Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Bai Xiaofei laughed for a while, his own Qiao Feng replied, he was really used to killing, even harvesting crops, shouting and shouting to kill.

Xiao Hui still remembers the crops she saw before that looked like babies, although she knew that they were just plants, but she still felt that they were going to be "killed" a little pitiful - her sympathy was a bit like Tang Seng seeing the ginseng fruit, thinking that it was a full-term baby, and refused to eat this immortal treasure.

The gates were opened with a rumble from the rock giants, who, though large and adept at resisting blows, were extremely slow to move and were not suitable for conquest - the monsters that were weaker than them could easily escape with oil on the soles of their feet - they cooperated with the Natsu, who provided food and the rock giants guarded the entrance and exit of the dungeon for the Natsu.

Bai Xiaofei followed Qiao Feng closely, took the lead, and rushed out of the dungeon, however, as soon as he reached the surface and saw the boundless crops, he was stunned, and Xiao Hui, who was following behind, only glanced at it, and exclaimed: "Oh my God, what kind of monster is this!" ”

I saw that on the ground in front of me, patches of endless crops had matured, but what kind of crops were they, the crops that were originally just baby-shaped have turned into all kinds of strangely shaped humanoid monsters, they waved their tentacles and claws, and roared at the summer people.

Even those humanoid monsters that had completely "matured" fell off the branches directly and rushed towards the Xia people who were waiting for them, and the ferocious red light in their eyes simply regarded the Xia people as their own food.

Bai Xiaofei finally understands now, no wonder the Xia people regard the harvest as a war, shouting and shouting and killing, this is really a killing.

When these crops are young, they can be planted in the field like plants, and they can grow on their own when they receive sunlight and rain, and then when they are ripe, they will transform from plants into animals, fall from branches to the ground, and devour other creatures everywhere.

This kind of crop can only be cultivated by the summer people of this other world--a bumper harvest of monsters.

Li Shimin faced the screaming monsters, and patted Bai Xiaofei's shoulder excitedly: "Bai Xiaofei answered, this bumper harvest is thanks to you, without the mischief of the three-headed beast, we can harvest these grains to our heart's content, and my people can live carefree for many years." ”

As he spoke, Li Shimin waved his tentacles and slapped a monster that rushed up to the ground, and several Xia people next to him rushed up, and with a wave of their sharp arthropods, they divided the monster into several pieces, and pushed the still wriggling meat onto the back of the large monster that had been prepared early in the morning.

Li Shimin's blow was like a signal, and the Xia people roared, crashed headlong into the monster field, and killed left and right - no, cut up.

Massacre, this is a bloody one-sided massacre!

Although there are a large number of monsters, they are not the opponents of the Xia people who have been killing for a long time, Bai Xiaofei can see clearly from the side, the Xia people are not "harvesting" indiscriminately, they kill all the monsters that jump from the branches and fall to the ground on their own, and those monsters that are still hanging on the branches, although they roar at the Xia people and attack, the Xia people also avoid attacking.

Bai Xiaofei pulled Yue Fei, who had killed a bunch of monsters in a row, and when he asked, he knew that these monsters could only be eaten if they were ripe and fell off, otherwise, there would be no nutrition at all, which would not help the evolution of the Xia people.

It's a real harvest.

When Bai Xiaofei was in elementary school before, he also participated in the social practice organized by the school, went to the farm paradise to cut rice or something, when he was a child, he was clumsy and clumsy, and his hand was scratched by rice leaves, but looking at the monsters that jumped from the branches in groups in front of him, rushing over with jagged teeth, Bai Xiaofei couldn't help but smile bitterly, such a social practice is more bizarre than the most ridiculous dream.

Since Bai Xiaofei promised to help the Xia people harvest, he couldn't just watch, and at that moment he rushed into the field with Xiaowei, Yang Ziyue and Xiao Hui who hid in the Iron Tree Mecha, and slashed and killed, and the monster meat pieces that were chopped up by Bai Xiaofei and others, naturally the children and women of the Xia people moved to the back of the reptilian beast used as a vehicle and transferred back to the dungeon.

The land was filled with the shouts of the summer people, the laughter of the harvest, the screams of the monsters, and the clatter of sharp arthropods on the flesh, and the smell of rice flowers wafting in the air—no, the smell of blood. A large amount of monster blood flowed into the farmland, and even soaked Bai Xiaofei's shoes, which made the farmland more fertile, and in the coming year, more monster crops could grow.

This is really a murderous, bloody and terrifying harvest, and only in another world can there be such a strange harvest festival!