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It all happened so suddenly.

In an instant, the sky collapsed, and the huge things underground shattered the originally impregnable holy city, breaking through the ground, and annihilating a huge city in an instant.

But I couldn't see it all, and I fell into a coma shortly after it happened.

In the chaos of the unconscious, I seemed to see a golden light, softly enveloping me and guarding me.

I don't know how long it took for consciousness to recover from nothingness.

When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by the face of a black cat.

"Shhhh When the black cat saw me wake up, he swooped away and jumped onto the windowsill on the side.

Well? Sill?

I froze and looked around suspiciously.

This familiar iron bed, windowsill, TV, stove...... How did I get back to my home?

I remember I was in the Holy City before I fell unconscious.

The whole one was stunned, and his eyes moved to the backpack beside him. Fortunately, the backpack also came back safe and sound, so it won't be in vain.

I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the wool inside, intending to make myself a mattress first.

As I got up, something slipped off me and fell to the floor with two muffled thuds. One was the sound of the thing colliding, and the other was the pain of the floor of my house.

Looking down—the one I was looking at was the little golden instrument that the lighthouse boy had handed me for the fortune teller. It emits a faint light and is somewhat warm.

The light reminded me of my last moments before I fell unconscious, as if I had seen a strong orange glow. Could it be that this thing protected me and sent me back?

What a great gadget. The lighthouse boy seems to say, this is called "orange"?

A name that sounds strange.

I picked it up and fiddled with it twice, but I couldn't find anything like a switch, so I gave up and put it aside. Its glow seemed to dim, gradually returning to its original form.

The fortune teller seems to be an amazing figure. Not only does he seem to be an unpredictable prophet and knows all kinds of news well, but he even has strange methods, such as "making the little pavilion disappear", and he also has quite strong technological means. At least, I haven't seen anyone other than intelligent machinery have high-tech technology. Even Buddhism has never heard of technology that can teleport people to other places.

Who will he be? What is the purpose?

I don't know, I don't even know what's going on in the Holy City right now. Without their leadership, I wouldn't have been able to find my way to the Holy City. Of course, not to mention building a cloud bridge to cross the cloud stream.

Although this trip did not retrieve memories of his name and past, he gained a lot. Let's settle down for a few days.

The bell was removed from the compartment of the backpack. It had already drained that battery, and I never fed it. But it doesn't matter, outside the house, it doesn't dare to strike. Clocks are very important things, and if you don't have a clock or watch with you when you walk the wasteland, or if you don't have a clock or watch with you, you'll never be able to get out of the dark night of the wasteland until you have a clock. Of course, this will also happen if the clock strikes.

I hung the clock back in its original position and put a few batteries on it to make do with it.

The wooden canes in the pots don't seem to have a tendency to take root and sprout, and it seems that they can't be planted. I regretted that I thought about planting a few canes and returning them to the doctor. The rest of the pot was occupied by wildly growing batteries. It is not excluded that the battery has robbed the nutrients, resulting in the cane not being able to grow.

After making an inspection, I found that there was some dust in the house, so I took out a broom, dustpan and mop that had been on vacation for a long time and took it out and started cleaning. The three of them seem to have changed their relationship for the better, and I don't know how they have handled their relationship during my absence. But the results seem to be good.

It took half a day to clean the house inside and out, and it suddenly felt different. The room had been shaking from time to time, but now it was refreshing.

The rain collector is full. In my absence, it seems to be very dedicated and has been working.

I reached out and tested the water. This time it's pretty average. It was probably left out for a long time, and it was not moved into the water tank and stored in the basement. I emptied the collector and the water collected inside was naturally emptied. You can't drink spoiled old water.

Everything is as it was in the basement, there is a gate guarded, and the storage environment inside is quite good. It is that the gate has a history of pumping in the past, and the water tank has been broken, causing the water quality to become very strange. It's a lot more honest now.

Ah, familiar home.

I finished the day satisfyingly and closed the ventilation windows to prevent the cold wave from coming. The remnant sun hung in the sky, dyeing the entire wasteland world golden yellow, and under this background, even the cold people in the distance looked like they were warm.

After everything was cleaned up, I sat down on the bed and made the mattress. The process is not complicated, and the size of the steel sheet bed is almost the same as the size of the fabric that grows in the material field. I can even make a quilt out of the extra wool.

Actually, I originally had a quilt, but it was just a simple multi-layer cloth, and it wasn't comfortable at all. Now that I have wool, I naturally need to make more quilts. In the future, if the cold people enter the house for various reasons, I can resist it with my bed for a while - I don't even care about them, I sleep with my head covered, and they shouldn't be able to find me.

Of course, I'll just talk about it, the windows still have to be closed.

I looked out the window. I don't know what happened to the big eyeball that chased me to the Holy City - it was a little funny, it was a chess addict and couldn't find me, so it flew all the way from my house to the Holy City, and played a game with me, only to come back inexplicably.

I don't know if it will be recovered.

Night has fallen. The clock ticked and ticked, pushing the whole starry sky around, knowing that the day was coming. I lit the fire of the stove, boiled the kettle, and drank it in small sips.

Hey, it's nice to stay at home.

I breathe a sigh of relief. Although there is an unknown and colorful world outside the house, it is full of dangers but wonderful. Either way, it's my own cottage that makes me feel the most secure.

Not long after, a pot of underwater belly. Satisfied, I rolled over to the bed and experienced the sleepiness of rising in the warmth of the bed.

Hmm—tomorrow, let's go to the fields. I don't know, how many more clumps of batteries have grown there? How many more bulbs grow? How many appliances can you harvest?

Ah, I'm looking forward to it.

In the familiar cabin, I fell asleep.

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