In this report, there is a third conclusion, that superpowers can become stronger through some special kind of "practice".

But this conclusion was inferred from ancient documents by a team of experts in the United States.

"Assuming that there were indeed some superpowers in ancient times, could they only become stronger by eating the flesh and blood of mutated creatures?"

The probability of this happening is very small, because there may not have been many mutated creatures in ancient times, at least there was no "mystery zone" in ancient times.

Therefore, Professor Peter firmly believes that there is an ancient way of comprehending, not speaking, and difficult to write, so that his ability can be continuously enhanced.

However, to date, no one has exactly what this "practice" is.

"Hey, eating the flesh of mutant creatures can only activate superpowers, but there is no way to continuously enhance them."

"And the price is too expensive, now the price of a kilogram of mutant creature flesh and blood can easily be hundreds of millions, or even billions, unless a large fleet is organized to go fishing in the mysterious area, the price can be reduced. But is the mystery zone a place where you can go if you want to? ”

"That's right...... The way to be able to practice is really very important. ”

The advent of the era of superpowers is exciting and confusing at the same time.

Human beings seem to have returned to the era of fog and slash-and-burn farming, surrounded by a dark fog, and every step of exploration is full of crises and challenges.

One step in the wrong direction will usher in real destruction.

Even, the entire race will face a huge crisis.

However, in that mist, there are countless secrets and treasures waiting to be unearthed. They are the forerunners of the times, and the forerunners who have not even taken the first step.

Their task is daunting.

After discussing it for a while, many experts thought that this file was quite sincere, making up for the shortcomings of the current research of the Great Xia Kingdom and filling in a large amount of data.

Li Xianfeng ordered: "In this case, it doesn't hurt to send them a copy of the data collected by the satellite." ”

"Let's make one last preparation to make sure that tomorrow's launch is foolproof!"

"Yes!"

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Wake up refreshed.

The giant turtles have left, and they like to forage in the ocean during the day, and only come in the evening to listen to the radio and beg for some snacks.

The land animals on this island are very scarce, except for Zhang Ming himself, there are only some fierce seabirds.

Zhang Ming took the dried crab, took two bites indiscriminately, and ate a little coconut meat by the way, which solved the breakfast problem.

Examined the barnacles collected last night, and sure enough, they vomited quite a bit of mud.

"You can only eat this barnacle for a day or two."

"It's hard for crab meat to add attributes to me, so I have to find new mutated creatures......"

"It's better to find seasoning, days without seasoning, it's too painful."

Looking at the golden sun and the blue sea, Zhang Ming was eager to have a good meal.

Long-term loneliness, loneliness and uneasiness haunted his mind.

He desperately longed to return to civilization.

Especially the damn "rescue team" doesn't know if it exists, whether it will set off or not, and all that remains is to wait helplessly, and he must improve his imminent sanity through the "civilized way of life".

And eating a good meal is naturally part of "civilized society".

After pondering for a while, Zhang Ming decided to explore the desert island a little.

Of course, just looking around the beach, if you can find new ingredients, it can be considered a solution to the urgent need.

As for the center of the island of terror - now it is still well water that does not interfere with river water, so don't go and give people heads.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming picked up the crab spear, put on a big backpack, and came to the beach.

The skeleton of the plane that fell, after the wind and sun, there were some traces of rust, and it was only a short month, and the erosion of time has changed a lot.

A large part of the metal was dismantled by Zhang Ming to make a tin hut, and everything that could be dismantled was almost dismantled, including things such as internal electromechanicals, which were also dismantled and moved back.

Search carefully on the beach.

Pick up a small crab - let it go.

Pick up a few small shells, mosquito meat is also meat, take it.

I picked up a piece of scale, probably some kind of fish scale, the size of a palm, with a dark sheen in the sun.

Accept it, prepare to cook and eat, what if you can harvest attribute points?

I picked up two aquatic plants and tasted them carefully, they were non-toxic - accept them.

Found a few jelly-like things slowly wriggling, possibly jellyfish, with a high probability of being poisonous, retreating.

Pick up a hard stone......

Picked up ......

"The life of picking up garbage is really unpretentious!"

Two kilometers west along the beach is the tidal flat where large crabs live.

As the biggest overlord in the local area, the life of the crab is quite comfortable, and a sharp cry of "Bilibili" can be heard from afar.

Zhang Ming didn't want to provoke them, because he remembered the crab meat [Spirit Value-1-1-1].

He just fished up some aquatic plants and prepared to take them back and cook them.

Another 10 kilometers ahead, there is a rocky slope, and due to the sunlight on its back, the vegetation is sparse and not dense.

There are quite a few caves and corals under the high slopes, and there are many aquatic species inhabiting them.

The topography of the island is spectacular, and it does not look like it was formed by volcanic eruptions, which mostly produce basalt, while the stones on the island are mostly granite and slate. So how the island was formed is an unsolved mystery.

He also has no ability to explore the bay, the water here is too deep, he is not good at swimming, and the appearance of any mutated life could kill him.

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Further 6-7 kilometers, about 20 kilometers from the camp is a mangrove forest, an unknown territory that he has never explored deeply.

The thick white fog gradually dissipated under the sun's rays, and the blue sky was filled with the occasional giant bird.

"Today's view is not bad, good for exploration."

The plants in the mangrove forest are more primitive, most of them are unusually tall, with bent branches spreading everywhere, and some small bushes survive in the cracks. The whole world seems to be left with only crisp green and withered yellow.

The low-lying terrain is often submerged by the sea, so the plants grow long aerial roots from their roots and emerge from the beach floor to meet the demand for air.

Zhang Ming held the spear, tensed his nerves, and moved slowly along the roots of the plant.

Mosquitoes and green-headed flies buzz in their ears, and even if humanity goes extinct, these nasty creatures will still survive in the world.

"The probability of insect mutation is really low, but it is not ruled out that a few are mutated, and one bite can kill me."

"I'm just here to collect some seasoning, and if I can find the sago tree, that's even better."

The sago tree, a tropical one, is a special palm tree.

Its tree center is able to extract a large amount of edible starch, commonly known as "sago flour", and is widely used in bubble tea.

With starch, foods such as noodles, cakes, and buns can be cooked.