When night fell, Song Lan and the others sat around the vigorous bonfire, and the time seemed to go back to more than a hundred years ago.

Rosalie had heard from the elders that when the people who had been hiding in the shelters returned to the surface after the end of the Third War, they were greeted by a devastated world.

Drought, radiation, disease, every second spent on the surface would take a huge toll on their lives, but even so, the inhabitants of the Vault were determined to return to the surface, the world that belonged to them.

During the construction of the home, people at that time would always light a campfire, grab a case of wine and canned food, and imagine what the future of the home would look like after a busy day.

Rosalie was born in one of the poorest villages in the "outside", which was also the most chaotic and chaotic time in the "outside".

The infamous gold rush brought numerous bandits and her village burned down, and in the process of being sold as an object to the oasis, a rebel squad killed the robbers and saved her from her tragic fate.

Since then, she has remained with the rebels, following them on the move.

Until, when the leader of this army died in a war, the others followed the leader's will and passed the position of leader to her, who had the best psionic talent.

But in reality, Rosalie didn't want to be the leader of the resistance, let alone bear the heavy name of "Hades".

She just wants to stay in the card hall as usual and gather a vote of chess and card lovers to play cards happily.

Whenever the leader saw this kind of scene, he couldn't help but lift her back collar, and blame her for having no ambition in a tone of hatred for not being able to make steel, and it was really a tyrannical thing to have such a talent but indulge in board games all day long.

Rosalie remembers that she was in the card room when the bad news came.

The two bad news came together and knocked her head unconscious, so that she didn't recover all day.

Perhaps because of her childhood, Rosalie had a natural affection for the title "God of the Harvest", and as a child, the people of the village always prayed that the God of the Harvest would protect them.

And now, Song Lan, who was called the god of harvest by the Death Crab, really appeared in front of her.

But the story told by the other party disappointed Rosalie.

The title of the god of harvest actually comes from a plate of egg fried rice, in the seventeenth district of the hornworm awakening wisdom period, egg fried rice is an important strategic material for them, so Song Lan, who knows how to cook egg fried rice, has rightfully become the god of harvest they believe in in the hornworm group.

As the Hornworm clan grew, they spread the legend of the God of Harvest beyond Area 17, making the existence of the God of Harvest known to different mutant groups of creatures, and the Death Crab was one of them.

Although the story twists and turns and sounds interesting, it is far from Rosalie's imaginary god of harvest.

The "outside" weather is harsh all year round, and the gods of the harvest are conceived as being able to plant trees at will, attract rainfall, and revitalize the barren land.

"It's still the same."

After hearing the origin of the God of Harvest, Nothingness commented, "It seems that she has carried a lot of black pots for you." ”

As an insider, he felt that the most ridiculous part of this story was that Song Lan and that old friend's identities were reversed.

Song Lan became the god of harvest praised by mutated creatures, while Lu Xiang became the master of the iron-blooded and brutal insect swarm.

It's nothing short of black humor.

"I don't think so."

Of course, Song Lan refused to admit it.

After all, Lu Xiang even pulled out the gun at that time, which cast an indelible shadow on the young heart of the king worm who was held to the head by the gun.

And he has always played the role of a good man in his communication with the swarm and the devourer.

The critters rated him as steadily as his colleagues in the law enforcement department.

After that, he quietly put the topic on the right track, "Now that everyone is friends, since you already know that I am the enforcer of the Seventeenth District, then some things are not hidden, why did you come to the oasis this time?" ”

Song Lan felt that since he came to the oasis, his dedication has become a lot stronger.

He would inquire about the movements of the rebels like a real law enforcer, and he was concerned about the safety of the citizens of the 17th district.

The Council suspected that the rebels were gathering together and preparing to start a war.

The news of the destruction of the 1st, 2nd, and 4th districts spread far and wide, and the rebels realized that the current coalition government was at the end of its power, and it made sense to take advantage of the situation.

"Are you worried that we will unite and launch an attack on the coalition government?"

"I don't rule it out."

"That's all old thinking from the past, and the rebels have to keep up with the times."

Rosalie propped her hands on the ground and looked up at the starry sky.

Let the flames of revolt burn vigorously in every corner of the coalition government, which is indeed the slogan of the previous chief.

Today, this resounding slogan has been transformed into "Let everyone everywhere they go feel the beauty of board games", and Rosalie feels that it can at least bring some joy to people "from the outside" rather than bloodshed, fighting, and corpses all over the ground.

Other than that, they can't do much.

"The previous chief had a dream of climbing to the roof of the company building, installing a miniature tactical nuclear bomb on it, and then watching the explosion as a firework."

Rosalie shrugged, "Someone has already done this for him, first someone blew up the Tesla Technology building, and then someone destroyed the first, second and fourth districts, but the result?" The coalition government is still that coalition government, and as far as I know, there has been no change in the company or the council. ”

Even the former leader, his old man, had never imagined before his death that someone could cause such large-scale destruction in the core city of the coalition government.

"Now that we're all friends." Rosalie imitated Song Lan's tone just now, "At best, the rebels are just adding firewood to the changes that are coming, and we can't do anything about those who are unwilling to make changes, so it's better to teach them board and card games, all card friends in the four seas, although there are many sufferings, at least they can have fun in time." ”

Nothingness sat across from Rosalie, and he looked at the young girl's pretty face through the flickering light of the campfire, and for a moment he had the illusion that he felt that he had seen two Song Lan.

This is clearly a conversation between two Song Lan!

Before this girl could learn from Song Lan, she actually learned his thinking pattern.

"You're going to be able to talk."

He had to give up the idea of becoming Rosalie's mentor.

Rosalie smiled slightly, "Don't worry, we never had the intention of attacking the coalition government, and the reason why we gathered here is because we received a call for help." ”

"A distress signal?"

"The coalition government should also be aware of it, the number of 'outside' psionic people has increased in the past ten years, so they have put the resources of many research institutions in the Allied countries, the purpose is to fool the psionic people to the coalition government."

The people of the Allied countries are so easy to deceive.

All it takes is a fee to pay their families and draw a few pies for them, and the children of ordinary families will run to the coalition government.

At present, "going to school to make money" has become a trend in many regions.

"We suspect it has something to do with the 'Whisper', which has been heard to some degree by the leaders of every rebel army at the moment, and the message it sends to us is that it is coming to the Oasis."

But after all, the rebels are not rigorous research institutions, and they still don't know where the "whispers" come from or what they are calling them for.

Even what she just said was discovered when everyone sat together at a rebel assembly some time ago.

"If the gods really existed and gave us power, I'd love to meet him, by the way, do you know which god is mentioned the most in the 'outside world'?"

"The god of life?"

"Huh? You're still pretty sharp. ”

Rosalie gave Song Lan an approving look, "That's right, it's the god of life, different regions have left legends about him, and the discovery of the Chamber of Commerce in the ruins is just one of them, I think it's mostly caused by the harsh living environment of the 'outside world'." ”

She had heard the argument that gods were created by humans.

His image and ability will respond to the expectations of the Creators, and the "outside" situation, who is constantly struggling with the harsh living environment, deepest in their hearts, longs for the blessing of the God of life.

"What about you? Can you believe it? ”

Song Lan asked curiously.

"I believed it when I was a child, but now I am an atheist, and many miracles are probably done by powerful spiritual people, and they become miracles when they are passed on too much."

"That's right."

This answer made him nod with satisfaction, "You have to stick to the current idea, there are no gods in this world, and you have to take your fate into your own hands." ”

“…… I always feel like you have something to say. ”

Rosalie yawned, stretched, and quickly put the matter behind her.

She didn't like to bother herself, whether the gods existed or not, it wasn't her turn to worry about it, and the theists and atheists had been pinching for a century, and she didn't want to be drawn into this kind of battlefield.

Then, her gaze was drawn to the object on her finger.

A palm-sized crab caught her index finger with its pincers.

"Ah——!h

The leader of the dignified rebels, after being stunned for a few seconds by the felons offered by the coalition government with a reward of 89 million, let out a little girl-like scream.

At this moment, she forgot all about her psionic energy, and desperately shook her arm, back and forth several times before throwing the crab out.

She made sure that her fingers were not bleeding from the crab, and then she patted her chest with palpitations.

"Don't be nervous, this is a Grim Reaper Crab cub that was born not long ago, and it has no malicious intent."

Song Lan, who had inherited the will of a natural scholar, hurriedly said.

But his current state is not the slightest convincing for Rosalie.

"If it hurts, just call it out."

Rosalie's eyes were full of apologies, and the crab that she had reflexively thrown out drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and in order to ensure the balance of her body, she clamped everything it could touch.

Among them is Song Lan's nose.

"I'm sorry!"

She understood Song Lan's explanation as a way to comfort herself, or to cover up the embarrassment of having her nose caught in the crab.

"It's true."

Song Lan stretched out her hands to catch the falling juvenile Death Crab, "It just wanted to greet you just now, and it didn't use any force." ”

"Can you understand the language of the Death Crab?"

Rosalie is incapacitated, and the juvenile Death Crab carries its own soul, and the Death Crab is usually a quiet group of creatures that only emits a deafening hissing when fighting enemies.

She didn't hear the slightest sound from the Death Crab, but Song Lan already understood what it was trying to convey.

"It's a long story, every naturalist can learn how to communicate with animals."

The "language" that Song Lan refers to is spiritual energy.

As long as you enter the hearts of mutant creatures through psionic energy, you can understand their thoughts, "For example, it is here to bring rescue troops, their race is facing a huge threat, and I want your Captain Death Crab to go back." ”

"What's wrong?"

Rosalie stepped forward and looked at the little guy in Song Lan's palm.

The juvenile Grim Reaper's pincers kept pointing at her, and half a minute passed, and she finally understood something.

She is not a natural scholar, and I am afraid that she will not be able to understand the language of animals in this life.

Fortunately, she now has an off-site aid object by her side, "What does it want to say?" ”

"The Great Sage prophesied that a group of bad people have set their sights on the artifact enshrined in the clan, once the artifact falls into the hands of the enemy, the consequences will be unimaginable, they are likely to use the power of the artifact to bring disaster to the oasis, and they must be stopped!"

Compared to the too brief means of communication during the soul transformation, the language mastered by the naturalist is much more convenient.

However, this brings up a new problem.

"Artifact? What artifact? ”

Rosalie looked dazed, she had never heard that the Death Crab clan still stored artifacts, the big guys mentioned that their usual life is very simple, in a non-predatory state, they will lurk in the depths of the desert, a nap is several days, more than 80% of the members of the group are Ah Zhai.

Song Lan acted as a translator in a good manner, and he gently flicked the soft shell on the back of the young Death Crab and asked, "She asked you what kind of artifact you were." ”

Hearing this, the juvenile Grim Reaper Crab once again gestured at the two of them with their pincers.

This time, however, Song Lan did not translate.

Rosalie noticed that the expression on his face was a little embarrassed, and she looked like she wanted to say something.

"What does it say?"

"Well, it's a bit complicated......

"Frost Sorrow +15? What is this? ”

Before Song Lan could make up the story, 'nothingness' blurted out.

He also imitated Song Lan's way and tried to enter the heart of the young Death Crab.

Then he heard such an outrageous thing.

He reluctantly asked, "Why would a swarm of crabs have such a thing?" ”

The small theater of its two hundred and sixty-seven:

Monday, late at night

Mosquito's disregard for Guan Lili only aroused her curiosity, or rather, people in her industry have strong curiosity, she sneaked out her phone, and the time on the screen showed that it was now 2:05 in the morning.

It was the dead of night, and even the night owl and night heron children fell asleep.

Guan Lili turned on the lighting function of her mobile phone, followed the sound of the jet plane, followed the flight trajectory of the mosquito, and tiptoed towards Song Lan and Lu Xiang's bedroom.

With the help of the light of her mobile phone, she saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

The huge mosquito split in front of her and became three!

The sound of soaring seemed to arouse the fear of someone in the quilt, making him move closer in the direction of Lu Xiang.

At this point in time, Song Lan must have fallen asleep a long time ago.

Guan Lili just watched the mosquito's attack route through the crack in the door.

A minute passed, and she was surprised to find that the three mosquitoes that had split out did not attack, but simply circled around the bed, making a "buzzing" sound.

This is just too suspicious.

But the next moment, Guan Lili's heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Because she found that Lu Xiang was still awake.

Lu Xiang completely ignored the mosquitoes and let them fly around.

Through the raised trajectory of the quilt, it is not difficult to see that her hands are holding something.

Combined with Lu Xiang's previous remarks that she didn't hate mosquitoes......

"Buzz—"

This time it was Guan Lili's mobile phone that rang.

The sender was Lu Xiang.

There is only one line on it:

"I advise you not to meddle in your business."

(End of chapter)