"First, don't believe in the system, try to think twice when doing tasks, don't do it if you can, especially the main quest, the so-called rewards don't do it! The task can't be ended at the beginning, all the predecessors before me died in the task, my task is only to do the forest overlord here, and then I have to touch the foundation of the eight clans, not to mention anything else, just those strange beasts who open up the spiritual intelligence, it is not something we can deal with. Not to mention that some seniors were asked by the system to provoke the fierce beasts of Qiqi and Hanqi. It is said that in the trivial information passed down by the predecessors of the ancient time-travelers, it is mentioned that the later stage of the mission is to shake the rule of the Protoss. Really don't make trouble, go and provoke those perverts, you don't even have to run your soul after death, there is a senior at the beginning of 8 who is said to have done that task without knowing whether to live or die, and has been imprisoned by the Protoss for thousands of years, I don't know if he is dead now.

Second, if the task has been started, then you must make good use of the growth value, remember one thing, strengthening the basic attributes is always more important than the skills! skills can slowly increase proficiency, and if you have growth points, you must first upgrade the basic attributes, which is closely related to your lifespan and quality of life, and there are more benefits that you need to explore yourself.

Thirdly, skill advancement will allow you to gain the memory of a related person in an unknown time and space, but that is just a memory, don't indulge in it, the world in front of you is real.

Fourth, don't come into contact with the current Terrans! Remember! This is not only about your own life! Do you remember that the system has a function? Space-time line security maintenance, this is the most important function! The Terrans of this time and space, theoretically, everyone may be the ancestors of hundreds of thousands of people in the future, if you accidentally cause the death of a Terran in this time and space, maybe a human connection that has been breeding for thousands of years will be broken, and it may even lead to the disappearance of a surname! If this affects the change of the space-time line, the system will wipe out the user's genes in order to maintain the safety of the space-time line! Remember! It is a full-line removal, not only you, but also your brothers and sisters, parents, grandparents, and your entire family will disappear, as if it never existed! And the impact of your disappearance on this space-time will only be as small as a hair-like loss of a human race hundreds of kilometers away! So, just suffer a little, don't affect your family!

Fifth, if they are not of my race, their hearts will be punished. In this world, all races are divided into eight races, people, ghosts, gods, scales, and feathers, and each race has a spirit beast that opens up the spiritual intelligence. Don't think they are beasts and look down on them, many spirit beasts have no lower IQ than people, and they are more powerful than one by one to deceive people, don't be fooled!

In short, open your mind and live a good life here! Don't go out on adventures, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, live a stable life, it's better to live than to die, come on!

As soon as his fingers were loosened, the pieces of wood with handwriting fell to the ground, Fengyun smiled bitterly, and sighed: "Sure enough, can't you go back?"

Suddenly, Fengyun seemed to have lost all his strength and sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the ground, motionless.

Hanging his head, his fists clenched tighter and tighter, and when he looked up again, his face already distorted with anger.

Slammed his fist on the wooden box, Fengyun scolded madly: "Why! Why! Why me! Although Lao Tzu fantasized about crossing over, his mother never said that he really crossed over! Forget about wearing it, and tell Lao Tzu that he can't go back! I'll fuck you uncle! Fuck you!" The crazy foul mouth couldn't vent his anger, he smashed the wooden box with a punch, the box was fine, but his hands slowly became bloody, and the pain of the wound couldn't stop the sadness in his heart at all. He didn't want to cry at all, he only felt hopeless now.

The mandrill was startled by the sudden storm and clouds, pondered for a while, probably thinking that he had done something wrong, and turned his head towards the wooden house and grass shed with some scowling, while Xiaobai stood aside, looking at the wind and clouds with complicated eyes.

Tired, Fengyun sat on the ground, the mud on his feet had dried up, and the blood on his knuckles fell to the ground dripping, seeping into the soil until the blood began to coagulate, and he remained motionless, like a dead tree.

A secret skill was activated, a trace of anger slowly germinated, Fengyun moved, reached out and picked up the wood chips on the ground, and looked at them in his hands.

After a while, Fengyun raised his eyes, and his eyes had become firm again.

No, I still have a chance! Turtles with shrunken heads usually nest here for a lifetime, and I can't do it! No one can go back, because no one can complete the task given by the system, so I just want to try to see how difficult the task is!

No one has done it, it doesn't mean I can't do it! Fengyun clenched his fist again, the scabbed wound burst out, and the blood was left behind, he clenched his fist, raised it in front of his eyes, watched the blood dripping down, and gritted his teeth and said: "I, Fengyun, make a blood oath today! Even if it takes my whole life, I will go back! I will not die!"

From ancient times to the present, the wanderer who leaves home, no matter how far away he is from thousands of mountains and rivers, must go home, this is the oath of blood, home, is everyone's harbor! Even if there is a difference of tens of millions of years in time and space, the wind and clouds must overcome all the thorns and thorns all the way, because only there is Lao Tzu's home!

Rekindling his confidence, Fengyun stood up and walked towards the wooden house with the black wooden box in his arms.

Wang Yue is right, it is better to live than to die, as long as you live, there is still hope.

Without the weight of the outer large wooden box and liquid, the weight of the black wooden box is not too heavy, and Fengyun can still hold it alone.

The outer layer has turned black, and the wood is not visible, but from the purple-red inner wall of the inner layer, it can be seen that this is clearly a rosewood box. The red sandalwood, which was precious in later generations and used to drive beads, could only be made into boxes here.

The liquid on the box was dry, but it was still a little sticky, and it was very uncomfortable for him.

Back at the wooden house, Mandrill was sleeping with his head buried in the haystack, and Fengyun put down the box and began to take out all the same things, which were the foundation of his survival for a long time to come.

Underneath the wood chips with the letter written are the wood chips with the map drawn, and after splicing, it can be seen that the map is drawn in great detail, and the surrounding mountains and rivers, mineral crops are clearly marked, and there are even a few nests of mythical beasts, marked with the word danger.

Under the wood chips are carved wooden cans, and Fengyun pulled them twice only to find that they were still screwed.

The wooden jars were filled with dried seeds, and when they were opened one by one, they were almost intact. Recalling the structure of the box, Fengyun remembered that the box that Wang Yue made was made using the method of making an earthen refrigerator.

Before there were refrigerators, rural homes generally used a kind of earthen refrigerator to store food. Usually a large jar is used to fill a small jar, put the food that needs to be preserved in the small jar, and then fill the large jar with water, and take away the heat through the evaporation of the outer layer of water, so as to keep the small jar relatively low and keep the food for a longer time.

Wang Yue also used this method, but instead of water, it also isolated the invasion of most bacteria, so that the seeds could be preserved for a longer time.

After placing the seed jar away, he took out a large box from underneath and pulled out the lid, which contained a neatly stacked pile of tools.

The brown bronze ware had a metallic sheen and was smeared with a layer of slippery white grease that didn't smell good, but it was supposed to be some kind of animal oil.

With everything put away, Fengyun carried the box into the cabin.

Standing in front of the bed, Fengyun no longer has fear, and the skeleton in front of him is just a poor person who passively crosses.

He said to the skeleton: "I am different from you, you are afraid of death, and you would rather spend your life in peace and tranquility, this is your choice." I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of losing myself, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I have to fight for it desperately. What about the Protoss? In my way home, even if it is the Jade Emperor, I will step on his corpse. You are dead, and I will not judge the merits or demerits, but if you have a spirit in heaven, I hope you can see the day I return home. ”

The kapok quilt had been glued to the skeleton, and it was dusty like felt. Fengyun reached out and took the skeleton down, and the skeleton that had completely lost moisture was light. The kapok quilt was placed in a wooden box along with the skeleton.

"This kindness that you have passed on with your own hands can also be used to hold your last body! ”

Closing the lid of the box, Fengyun picked up the bronze shovel, held the bones of 9525, and walked towards the depression he had spoken.

Next to an unusually lush meadow, Fengyun stopped, and although the weeds had taken up most of the living space, he could still make out a few wild wheat seedlings. There are some weeds growing on the ridges of the fields, and there is even a row of wild onions.

The terrain due west is relatively low-lying, just in the shade of the valley wall, Tibetan wind and qi, if there is still water in the rice field, it must be regarded as a treasure of feng shui.

Several low tombs stood neatly, and the wooden monument in front of them was overgrown with vines.

Fengyun put down the box and stepped forward to tear off the vines on the tombstone, and the large characters carved on it were all smeared with charcoal, and the handwriting on it could be recognized.

Zhao Lixin, No. 9518. From May 18, 2007, 29 years old before the crossing. Occupation: Primary school math teacher. Year of travel: 3527 BC, died 3351-3327 BC. ”

Chen Yuanhui, No. 9517. From July 19, 2013, 21 years old before the crossing. Occupation: Student. Year of travel: 3325 BC, died 3108-3099 BC. ”

Wang Guowen, No. 9515. From June 19, 2015, 27 years old before the crossing. Occupation: Farmer. Year of travel: 3100 BC, died 3025-3014 BC. ”

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Looking at these graves, Fengyun couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart, they were also living people in their lifetime! Wandering into this strange time and space, even if they worked so hard to survive, in the end, they only left this pei loess and a monument of self-writing. How can these few words depict a person with emotions?

Moreover, in such a long time, so many traversers, but only so many lucky enough to meet their compatriots, will there be more people who have not even left a few words, and even the bones have no one to collect?

Silently used a bronze shovel to dig a pit a foot away from the grave of the last number 9524, named Jiang Jianying, and Fengyun buried the box containing Wang Yue in it.

Covered with loess, looking at the sun that was about to set, Fengyun's mood was a little heavy. The future is uncertain, life and death are unknown, and on the road ahead, he can only face the world alone. -

Looking down at Wang Yue's new grave, Fengyun shook his head, and said to himself in his heart: I don't want to wait for death silently like him, even if I die, I will die on the way to struggle. Nothing and no one can oppress a man's will to be free!