The satellite TV was covered in dust and apparently had been damaged for a long time.

I connected it to the power supply and pressed it a few times, but I couldn't turn it on.

Zhang Ming pondered for a while and thought that the capacitor was damaged and difficult to repair.

"Oh, that thing, I used it when I was a kid...... In the past, you could watch it with a power on. In the chip, there are programs recorded in ultra-ancient times to educate children. The old village chief shook his head and said, "You know the satellites in the sky, right? A long time ago, ultra-ancient civilizations were able to launch satellites, but now nothing is allowed to fly into the sky. ”

"Why?"

"Because after flying into the sky, the machines all broke down." The old man pointed to the two suns in the sky, "The other sun is getting closer and closer to us. ”

Zhang Ming also raised his head, and he felt a faint amount of pressure. Another sun is not a good thing.

"You can buy this TV in the city, and it's not expensive. If you want to go to the city, walk along this dirt road for a long, long time, three to five hundred miles. ”

"Alas, I don't know if those big cities still exist."

A world suppressed by the existence of terror, which once developed a glorious culture in the past, is now inferior to the next generation, and even transistor TVs cannot be repaired.

This fact is indeed embarrassing.

As for simple electronic products such as radios, of course, they also exist, and they were able to be used in the past, but they are no longer usable.

Dr. Xiaobai naturally learned the principle of radio manufacturing, and with great interest he disassembled these radios, repaired them, and found that there was no electromagnetic signal at all, so he had to give up in the end.

The assembly of the entire caravan took only one day, and a total of 40 young men and women signed up.

After strict screening by the village chief, thirty of them were eliminated.

"It's better for people who are too out-of-the-box to stay in the village."

"If you run out and wander around, you will die sooner or later, and it will affect other people."

"Why, village chief, let me follow!"

The blacklist of the old village chief is not a joke, saying that if you can't go, you can't go.

It is not enough to beg hard!

10 young people, plus Yu Dazhu, and another more knowledgeable middle-aged man, Yu Bagou, a total of 12 people, plus Zhang Ming's party of four members, formed a team of 16 people.

The currency used by the caravan was something called the "Shang Ancient Coins".

"There's still a universal currency?!"

"It is said that in some large cities, the machines of the ancient times are still functioning. You can use the ancient coins to purchase various services in those ruins. The old village chief took out a handful of golden, yellow and clear coins from his arms for a while.

The largest currency is 500 yuan, and the smallest currency is 1 yuan.

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows, the term "Shang Ancient Coins" reminded him of Shang Bu Civilization and Jia Jinjin's predecessor, Jia Yushi.

"One dollar and two catties of rice, it's probably at this price, anyway, it doesn't cost a loss, and it's better if you can make money."

The old village chief grinned at the big yellow teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep hills: "Each village has its own specialty, buy it cheaper, sell it more expensive, Yu Dazhu knows these specialties, he will deal with it." ”

This large amount of change, a total of more than 3,000 yuan, is equivalent to 6,000 catties of rice, which is not a lot for a village.

Zhang Ming looked at it a few times, and it seemed that the coin was just made of ordinary copper and tin, and through the method of "idealistic rendering", these metals were stained with subtle supernatural traces.

"Idealistic rendering" is a very common, very cheap anti-counterfeiting label, find a few idealistic pollution sources, according to the order, pollute a few times, the anti-counterfeiting label is done. A more powerful monster corpse can become a source of pollution.

But because it is simple and cheap, there is also the possibility of imitation.

"The numbers on the currency are exactly the same as the words of the Wanhai civilization."

"The ultra-ancient civilization is the civilization of the Ten Thousand Seas?" Shi Mama was suspicious.

"We earned all this money by selling the goods in the village."

"In the past, there were also some caravans that came to our village, and they brought a lot and taught us a lot......" The old village chief recalled his life a long time ago, everyone has a young age.

When the caravan is prosperous to a certain extent, it must be divided into several teams.

At this time, a large number of people will be recruited, experienced old people will lead the team, and young people with ideals will follow the old people to the whole world and spread the concept of reciprocity in transactions.

But most of them didn't make it back alive.

"Caravan, don't you follow the rules? What to do if you have to spend the night outside? Zhang Ming asked.

"If you can obey it, you have to obey it, but if you come into contact with more things, you will inevitably run into the rules......"

"When I was younger, I had a lot of momentum to prove that I was an exception. However, rules are rules, and the power of rules is not something that we ordinary people can challenge......" The old village chief looked at the young people who were gearing up, and sighed, "I beg you to let them survive and live a little longer......"

Zhang Ming didn't dare to say too much: "Alas, try your best, I myself have been seriously injured, but it's okay to take care of one or two." ”

"It's enough to take care of one or two, after all, everyone has a life."

Zhang Ming ate a fruit like a date, which was sour and not slippery, and even the roots of his teeth were soft.

However, the local fruits are scarce, and it is more or less the hearts of the locals, so he still swallowed it hard.

[Attribute +1]

Well? It's okay!

The old village chief is quite polite, and basically answers all questions.

This village is really just an ordinary village, strictly abiding by various rules, and knowing very little information.

So in the early morning of the next day, 10 young men and women, together with Zhang Ming and his party, got on a steamer and embarked on an unknown journey......

In fact, this ship can't accommodate so many people, and can only live in Datongpu, but fortunately, the people in the village are not so exquisite, and the environment is almost acceptable.

Zhang Ming waved his hand, one room for men, one room for women, and one room for two middle-aged leaders.

That's so-so.

"Men and women are not allowed to live together, don't visit the house at night, and don't give birth to children on the road!" Zhang Ming warned them.

"It doesn't matter if you're in love, but when you give birth to a child, you leave them on the side of the road and feed them all to the toads."

There was a burst of laughter on the deck.

After so many days, everyone has gradually become familiar with each other, and they are at ease.

They all know that Mr. Zhang is a very good talker, and he doesn't care too much about anything he says.

However, young people don't dare to be too presumptuous, after all, Zhang Ming has a faint majesty.

This kind of majesty, which is inexplicably indescribable, makes people feel inexplicably frightened, as if all their actions will be seen through.

What's more, giving birth on the road is really irresponsible.

"Qingshi Village caravan, forward!" Zhang Ming hung a bell on the mast, and the sound of "jingle bell" was transmitted to the distance along the breeze.

So the steamer slowly started and headed for the unknown path......

……

……

If you look down from above, this world is undoubtedly dead and cold, the collapsed suspended mountains and the endless dry yellow grasslands on the surface of the continent form a desperate dilapidated scene, and the dense and palpitating fog, illuminated by the sunlight in the sky, reveals an unbelievable hazy palpitation.

The world is like a dilapidated oil painting that is in danger of breaking at any moment, and perhaps one day, it will suddenly crack and completely tear apart everything that is not so good.

However, for the native life, this is a home that cannot be escaped, they just live tenaciously, like those withered yellow weeds, through various means to survive.

When a civilization, even a child, is too brave, its survival must be very bad.

In Lijia Village, Li Lai looked at his father blankly, the abscess on his stomach grew bigger and bigger, and in just a few days, it grew as big as a fist.

The red and swollen abscess, like a deformed sarcoma, was constantly secreting fishy yellow pus.

This damn abscess only appeared after being bitten by a monster, and the rotten teeth hid too many bacteria and viruses, and even if there were some local antibacterial methods, there were not enough hygienic methods, because there were not a few people who died of disease.

"Dr. Li, save my Abba! Please, save him! ”

"Mourn, Lai Lee."

The doctor in the village shook his head and said in a low voice, "If the wound is infected in the arms and legs, it can be solved by amputation. But the infection on the torso, there is really no way, if you can get through it, you can naturally get through it, and now this situation is ......"

"Be prepared."

And now, Li Lai's father has a high fever and delirium, obviously stepping on the ghost gate with one foot.

"Everyone has a life, and it's just a matter of sooner or later." An elder spat out a smoke ring and looked at the gloomy sky, "Your parents are dead, so you can grow up eating hundreds of meals." Although our Lijia Village is a little poor, children can still be raised, this is the rule, don't worry! Go and live in the ancestral hall. ”

Hearing the words "rules", a slight sense of security appeared in Li Lai's blank eyes.

At least, the village is willing to feed him.

Rules, as if they are faith-like beings, inject infinite spiritual power into the creatures of this land.

No one dares to break the rules, and everyone lives in a world shaped by rules.

Suddenly, the one lying on the hospital bed said vaguely: "Li Lai, you Abba, I am heroic...... There was no shame in that night! ”

"When you grow up, you must be as brave as Abba, protect the village, remember, you can't be greedy for life and afraid of death."

Li Lai's father barely woke up from his coma, and a smile appeared on his face: "Since there is no way to treat me, carry me out and feed Tuhuang as soon as possible." ”

"Bodies can't stay overnight in the village."

"Abba......" The child couldn't help but grab the placket of his clothes, and endured it patiently, not letting himself cry.

Several other youths also sighed and carried the injured person out.

This is also the rule, otherwise the corpse may be transformed and cause more disasters.

The confused child suddenly wept bitterly and burst into tears.

He was a little frightened, but he couldn't do anything, and he kept following behind, wanting to see his only relative.

"Don't look at it, you'll be scared when you see it. Don't look at it. An old man stopped him.

"Abba! Abba! ”

"He will be reincarnated in another world, don't be afraid."

Li Lai was still crying there, his Abba was not dead, but he had to feed the earth god, and this fact was too heavy for a child.

The adults were expressionless, with a hint of numbness in their eyes. The series of troubles of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts have long exhausted them, where is the mood to take care of the children?

Dealing with the aftermath as soon as possible according to the rules is already their greatest mercy.

This kind of parting from life and death may be the norm in this world, and the magnificent rumor that "being eaten by the earth god can be successfully reincarnated" may really have a little psychological comfort effect. Even if it's just a rumor, you'd better believe it.

The sun flickered on and off, and the shadows were like pointers, from long to short, from short to long.

In the midst of confusion and despair, a rule like sunshine descended from the sky: the caravans of each village needed to help each other.

Who made these rules for mutual aid?

No one knows that in today's declining civilization, even caravans have become scarce.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

With the melodious ringing of bells, the caravan is coming.

This time the caravan was a little different, it looked like a meadow-sized, rolling steamer, carrying many young men and women, and carrying all sorts of strange creations.

The tires pressed over the turf with a hint of white frost, and the blue flag hanging from the mast represented the "caravan" and brought a faint glimmer of hope.

"Hey...... Don't be too busy feeding people to the earth gods! There is still a breath to be saved!! Yu Dazhu's voice came from afar.

"What, what do you say!"

"Hey, what about you, put people down quickly!"

Li Lai suddenly recovered his mind and shouted: "Don't, don't feed my Abba, don't feed Tuhuang!" Please! ”

Several young people carrying the sick person hurriedly stopped.

"Haha, isn't this the captain of Qingshi Village? Looks like you had a good night! The militia captain of Lijia Village took a puff of dirt smoke, spit out a cloudy smoke ring, and greeted him with a big bear hug.

"The night of the hundred ghosts, where is not bad, it's just a little bit of spare strength......" Yu Dazhu smiled bitterly and waved his hand behind him, "Don't be idle, treat the patient quickly!" ”

The medical team members behind him carried medical bags and trotted into the field.

The leaders of the two villages stood at the gate of the village and chatted.

"Brother, without the weapons you provided, our Lijia Village will be finished this time!"

"There are a lot of strange monsters...... I don't know what's going on, this time it's particularly tragic. ”

"It's not this time it's tragic, it's ......"

If we look at it on a 100-year or millennium scale, we will find that the form of the burial world may be slowly deteriorating, even the people of these small villages are feeling it.

The caravan brought advanced antibiotic medicines, which could save many lives for the lives of this world with a slight dilution of saline.

What's more, Zhang Ming has a lot of drugs in the trading market, he is a little soft-hearted, and when he sees a poor person, even if he loses money, he has to save it.

"Can my Abba be saved, can my Abba be saved? Please save him! Li Lai rushed up directly and kept kowtowing.

[Hmm... It may be that the sepsis caused by bacterial toxins, and there are some local idealistic factors, which should be saved with the Frisha treatment device, but they have to rest for a few months. 】

A nice voice came from afar.

Li Lai was stunned for a moment, it was actually a beautiful little gourd making a sound.

However, he didn't feel too much surprise, because this continent has many types of intelligent creatures.

There are some villages, and there are even minotaurs, centaurs, brown bear people, all kinds of people anyway.

Even he himself is an alien race, with snake-like scales on his arms, and his strength is greater than that of ordinary people.

"Can it really be saved?!"

[Of course.] 】

Ecstasy welled up in my heart, as long as I could be saved, what would it cost to recuperate for a few months!

He kept kowtowing: "Please, please, save my Abba!" ”

"You get up first, it will scare me.] 】

[Lynn, operate on that patient, and then use the Frisha Healing Device.] 】

"Okay, teacher!" The young girl, Lynn, struggled to move out a large machine that looked like a large washing machine with some blue liquid in it.

Li Lai hurriedly got up from the ground, the speed of running was like a monkey, and he wanted to carry his father over as fast as possible.

"This little guy has a very tough body, as if he has the blood of a unicorn."

"Do you see the scales on his arm, it's the unicorn arm, he must be born strong." Shi Mama stood high on the mast and commented.

"Kirin Arm...... Is there still this bloodline? Zhang Ming was sweating profusely at this term.

The proportion of life on this continent with the bloodline of divine beasts is very high!

Lijia Village was the fifth village they visited.

In these five villages, they had encountered at least twelve native beings of the Divine Beast Bloodline Ancestor, which was quite an astonishing proportion.

If it is placed in the outside world, these twelve people, without any inheritance, can easily break through one or two levels of human limits.

If there is a civilization inheritance, it is also possible to completely break through the three levels, that is, it is easy to reach the level of "national warrior" of human civilization.

But it's useless here, in a terrifying world where the divine beasts themselves are suppressed, a small bloodline is not enough to worry about, it can only make you a little stronger and stronger.

Lijia Village is divided into two villages, and there is half of the "Linglong Pagoda" as a sacred relic in the village.

In fact, this pagoda is also broken, and something is cut in the middle, and it can only be vaguely seen that the former god is majestic, that is, the main raw material of the pagoda is a little rarer, and it is a material that has never been touched.

After Dr. Xiaobai's evaluation, it was determined to be a level 9 material, with characteristics such as "concentration" and "gathering", that is, living here, the mind can be more peaceful.

The forging process is also relatively rough, and the properties of the material itself are not fully utilized.

In fact, most of the artificial creations of the old mythological era are like this, which is much rougher than the new mythological age.

The wisdom of a scientific and technological civilization is not comparable to that of a single craftsman.

Unexpectedly, on a certain layer of the pagoda, Zhang Ming also found some vague murals, and near the murals, some almost weathered words were also engraved.

With the intuition of an archaeologist, Zhang Ming couldn't help but shout: "Hey, Professor Shi, I've found something good!" ”

Shi Mama hurriedly rolled over, "hum hum" pondered for a long time, and said happily: "Good guy, the extremely long history, it is just right to sell it to the people of the ancient oath of civilization." ”

After Shi Mama's decipherment, the translation came out very quickly.

[There is a king of Bishamen in the north of Mount Meru, and the king has three cities: one is terrifying, two are respectful, and three are returned, each with a width of 6,000 ......]

The approximate meaning of this passage is that to the north of Mount Meru, a thousand years ago, there was a heavenly king called "Bishamen Heavenly King", who had three large cities, and the depth of each city was "six thousand years".

In the old mythological era, 1 Yuten was about 11.2 kilometers.

Zhang Ming always felt that this text was bragging, a big city of 6,000 years is already 500 times the area of the Great Xia Kingdom......

But no matter what, this Heavenly King should be a powerful god and the owner of this pagoda.

With the advent of the catastrophe of the times, the Heavenly King, who has three super cities, also had to run away.

Here he is.

[At that time, the king of Bishamen was solemn, wearing treasure clothes, driving a treasure car, and there were hundreds of thousands of heavenly gods in the Biyan Garden, there was a natural wind, blowing the door and opening itself......]

This passage records the pomp and circumstance of the Heavenly King, all kinds of boasting of wealth, sprinkled with hundreds of words, and occupies most of the space on the wall.

Zhang Ming pinched his nose and subconsciously ignored these things, after all, those guys in the old mythological era actually had that moral character, engaging in pomp, admiring vanity and the like, and there was no difference between them and the coal bosses on the earth. You can't expect those uneducated guys who only know how to fight to be saints.

However, this account also shows that the king of heaven was ecstatic, and he was really ecstatic. He finally got rid of the terrifying demon god and came to the new world, but didn't he just liberate himself and make a crazy show?

But then the account became weird.

There is a super strong man named "Burial", who came to the door.

The funeral said: "The old and new myths are intertwined, if you don't cross the line, one day, this place will repeat the mistakes of the old mythological era." ”

What the Heavenly King's reaction was, there is no record on the wall.

However, in Shi Mama's "Historical Retrospection", the vague face of the Heavenly King, sitting in the treasure car, seems to be disdainful.

After all, not all god-men are the kind of saints who care about the world and the survival of the world.

The "King of Bishamen" here is a kind of person who has great divine powers, but has no sense of responsibility.

No matter how fanciful you say, if you want to fight the Demon God, then you can fight it yourself, but if you want me to contribute, it is not possible at all!

Do you know how powerful the Demon God is? It's impossible to beat it at all!

It's a waste of effort, just die!

And the "burial" standing opposite him was indeed a bright and great guy, and his voice was deafening: "I want to melt 'me' into the earth, and you only need to melt the divine soldiers into the earth, so as to ensure the stability of this place." I don't ask for much, to cultivate as many races as possible, as many lives as possible. ”

"For the rest, look for nothing else."

Burial, very powerful.

The power of "burial" lies in the fact that he has the ability to flesh and bones of the living dead. And this ability was stolen from a certain demon god.

In the face of a strong man who can fight against the demon god and even steal power, the king of heaven is a little hesitant, no matter how bad it is, he has to give face.

In the old mythological era, which was entrenched by the demon gods, the realm was very large, exuding a huge gravitational force.

And this new world, which is relatively weak, is inevitably attracted by the gravitational pull of the old mythological era, and the two sides are getting closer and closer.

It's like a universe where stars revolve around a black hole.

Stellar matter is constantly sucked up by black holes, and sooner or later it will become uncontrollable and fall into black holes.

In the same way, if the idealistic gravity of this new world is too small, you can only sleep peacefully overnight, and if you don't settle down for a few days, the demon god will come again.

Therefore, cultivating more life and increasing its "weight" is an inevitable choice for survival.

"I see!" Zhang Ming muttered, this truth is indeed shocking, in the old mythological era, although there was no science, there were also people who were proficient in astronomy.

Burial merges the self into the earth, which is equivalent to having a backbone and subtle thinking in this realm.

As long as the number of lives is large enough, the power to break free is strong enough, and it is even possible to break free from the old mythological era.

"At that time, everyone will be safe!"

The Heavenly King pondered for a moment, and felt that what he said about "burial" made some sense, you are so glorious and great, so it doesn't hurt for me to lose a little something.

So he agreed to the plan.

The Heavenly King possessed a lot of divine weapons, and he scattered these weapons throughout the earth, connected them to the leylines, and imbued his strong will.

Under the protection of these divine soldiers, villages were formed in the local area, and the reproduction of creatures became more and more vigorous.

Of course, although the Heavenly King is not of good moral character, his instilled will is still very good.

After all, he is a good-looking person, and he will not infuse his greedy side of life and fear of death, and most of the infusion is positive virtues.

It is precisely because of this plan that the burial world is full of weapons left behind by gods, because the strong people persuaded by "burial" may be thousands, hundreds, or even tens of thousands!

With the end of the Spirit Language Illusion, Zhang Ming let out a long sigh: "History is really virtual and real, if it weren't for your Spirit Language Illusion, King Bishamen would really become a peerless good person." Look at how he beautifies himself, there is no bad word at all. ”

"However, the plan for the burial has obviously failed, otherwise the burial world would not be what it is now......"

"Say that he himself is corrupt and degenerate, what a night of a hundred ghosts, dangerous to death." The black-bellied Shi Mama questioned, "You believe what he says?" He said that if you merge the 'self' with the earth, you will really melt with the earth? Naive, young man. ”

(End of chapter)