I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming actually just wanted to find out what was going on with this guy, so he pretended to be serious: "I don't think you should play other roles in the future, even though it's Shimama's wish, you can refuse it." Isn't it?"

"It makes you feel like you have no self at all, just a simple wish-making robot."

"Just like us human beings, we don't play others easily, unless we are actors, or we hope to do so in our hearts, we will act."

【Okay, I know. ] Calabash said a little aggrieved, 【In the future, I won't accept role-playing wishes easily. 】

But soon, it became playful again: [Excuse me, what kind of personality do you want me to use to talk to you in the future? 】

Zhang Ming raised his forehead and sighed, this is completely incomprehensible. If others don't make a wish, you have no personality, right?

He had never seen such a strange existence.

"If you enjoy it, just pretend I didn't say it, and you can do whatever you want."

"But if an actor wears a lifetime of facial makeup and plays a lifetime of acting, he will always lose himself and not know who he really is."

Calabash was silent for a long time before saying: [I understand, I will fix a personality to talk to you from now on. 】

[Talk to other creatures, and I will not change the personality. 】

[Unless I really want to be a personality, I can play it, right? 】

Zhang Ming felt that this topic was a little too serious, and he didn't bother to interfere with Hulu's life style.

This guy's origin is unknown, his thinking is unknown, his ability is unknown, and he's stuck at the door, and he can't be driven away, waiting for him to explode the gold coins. What does he teach this gourd?

So he simply patted his butt, hummed a little tune, and continued to go to the forging room to forge iron.

To be honest, without a large-scale industrial system and relying entirely on handwork, forging rune weapons is indeed a time-consuming and labor-intensive physical activity.

It takes ten days and half a month to fiddle with an ordinary rune throwing knife.

After the talkative gourd was taught a lesson, he followed Zhang Ming obediently, watching him quench the fire and strike the iron, and the water vapor condensed into water droplets on the wall like clouds.

The gourd may have found this scene amusing, so it floated on the water vapor, pretending to be flying in the clouds.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

It took a lot of effort before Zhang Ming forged an ordinary rune throwing knife.

Because the ship itself is inevitably shaking during high-speed navigation, coupled with the simple processing equipment, the quality of the flying knife can only be said to be "worthy of use".

"Hulu, evaluate the fruits of my labor!"

[Sorry, I can't praise you for no reason, because my current personality is based on "seeking truth from facts". It was you who asked me not to switch personalities at will, so I currently choose this personality. 】

[The rune throwing knife you are currently forging, according to my eyes, has a score of 4.2 points, with a total score of 100 points, which is also the score of Abyss Axe. 】

[Your favorite piece of fine gold armor has a score of 93.2. 】

You are so clever!

100 points give me 4.2 points!

Zhang Ming was speechless, tapped his forehead with his index finger and middle finger, took several deep breaths, and then forcibly calmed down.

"I'm sleeping... It's okay to sleep!!"

I don't know why, but I'm always mentally exhausted these days. It may be because of the lack of social interaction, and the symptoms of homeless people are more serious than before.

Zhang Ming lay on the rocking chair, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Dimly, I had a dream.

...

Crack, clack, the sound of liquid dripping came from not far away.

Zhang Ming suddenly woke up from the rocking chair, and found that he was still in the ship's forging room: "How long have you been sleeping..."

He couldn't help stretching, and found that there was a gray-black mist filling the room, and drops of dew-like red liquid were dripping on the ceiling. The walls were covered with purple mold, as if hundreds of thousands of years had passed, the walls were black and mottled.

A dark, dead breath spread in the room.

This weird scene made him jump up instantly, and his whole body tensed up subconsciously.

"What...is this place?" Zhang Ming frowned, and casually picked up the rune throwing knife he had just made.

This throwing knife has long been rusted and aged, and it can only be barely used.

Walking around on the deck, I found that all the creatures had disappeared, including Xiaobai, Shitou, Brother Hao, Bai Ze, and the gourd.

The boundless sea has no waves at all.

The world went dark.

Zhang Ming heard a very familiar voice calling himself.

"Zhang Ming!!"

"who?"

He turned his head sharply.

This deep voice seems to come from the boundless sea below, as if it is a deceased friend, a colleague who drank together a long time ago.

It's just that I can't remember the name of this friend.

"Zhang Ming!" Another voice sounded, and it was another very familiar person.

It's just that for a while, he couldn't remember who it was.

The voices calling out to me began to increase slowly, and in a blink of an eye, there were hundreds of them.

Zhang Ming turned his head again, but was still in vain.

"I want to see what is playing tricks." Lao Zhang took out his ax of the abyss from the cabin, and as the gravity of the ax continued to increase, his whole body burst into golden light and entered a fighting posture.

"Something's wrong..."

Zhang Ming instantly noticed the weirdness of this scene.

In theory, as the gravity of the ax increases, the entire ship will slowly sink, and even the deck cannot withstand the huge gravity.

So on the ship, you really can't use this heavy axe.

But at this moment, there is no change in the ship.

He heard the shout of "Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming" again, as if countless relatives and friends were calling him right under the ocean.

One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million!

This call was like a line of words, densely drilled into his mind.

The text varies in size and repeats back and forth.

In the end, it evolved into his own name.

"Zhang Ming!"

Lao Zhang, who had experienced many battles, was immediately shocked, knowing that this was some kind of mental attack, and the thunder in his mind suddenly amplified, trying to block the sound.

However, at the next moment, Zhang Ming was shocked, and found that there was a blue-gray baby beside him for no reason. He looked at him with a pair of eyes, and stretched out a hand to touch his arm.

Suddenly, a black mark appeared on his arm.

The cold power continuously came from the black imprint, and rushed straight to the sky.

"what."

Zhang Ming was also not polite, and sent the opponent flying with an axe. The blue-gray baby-shaped monster fell on the deck like a puddle of mud, but it was still wriggling.

Stranger things happened!

Zhang Ming felt that a certain place deep in his memory was outlined.

The baby seemed... to be a character from memory.

When he was very young, he was hanging salt water in the hospital and saw a group of adults crying and holding a dead baby in their arms. This scene brought him a deep shock.

When thinking of this, Zhang Ming's pupils dilated, and the memories of the past passed over, as if he felt empathy. A long-dead baby suddenly came to attack him. What kind of weird ability is this?

What was it that attacked him?

Or is it just to trigger your own shock?

Zhang Ming didn't dare to neglect, and quickly activated "King Kong" and "Toxin Resistance", trying to eliminate the black mark on his arm.

There was a sharp pain, and the flesh seemed to be torn apart, as if the soul had been crushed.

Zhang Ming howled in pain, his soul was actually hooked by something like a fishing line, and it was hooked out abruptly!

The "fishing line" was pulled frantically.

Zhang Ming involuntarily fell towards the depths of the ocean.

What kind of power level is this!

The depth of seawater deepened rapidly.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters... one hundred meters... two hundred meters...

Panicked and dazed, Zhang Ming seemed like a small fish being pulled by a giant titan.

It felt cold and viscous, like falling into a black hole. Not only did he have no strength to break free, but he fell into the deepest part of the Sea of ​​Demon Gods without any resistance.

"I'm done for now? No chance of resistance at all?"

Zhang Ming felt that his soul was melting, and he struggled crazily.

"Burning Soul" superimposed purple current, trying to break free from this fishing line.

But the strength of the fishing line was beyond his ability to resist.

Even extraordinary people are just stronger ants.

He kept struggling, but it was pointless.

Zhang Ming had a premonition that once he was dragged into the deepest part of the ocean, he would face a desperate situation of ten deaths and no life.

After searching all the abilities in his body, he finally found a life-saving straw.

"Crack the soul!!"

A terrible sting came from the depths of the soul.

Zhang Ming took the initiative to tear his own soul apart!

The severe pain made him grin his teeth and his whole body twitched, but he did break free from the fishing line by splitting himself!

The fishing line, dragged by a soul arm, quickly fell into the deep sea.

Zhang Ming didn't want a part of his soul to be captured by an unknown existence. Purple electricity flashed in his eyes, and the purple electricity chased away like a spirit snake. After being hit by the soul child, he died instantly.

That long fishing line, like a fishing line leading to endless darkness, slowly sank to the deepest part of the ocean.

And Zhang Ming's soul body quickly returned to his body, breathing heavily, and breaking out in cold sweat.

He vaguely realized that this was a dream.

"Fuck, even if I sleep, there will be attacks at the level of demon gods. Can this world be better?"

"Zhang Ming!"

"Zhang Ming!"

The strange call from the bottom of the deep sea is still going on, even with a subtle mocking and fanatical call.

The wriggling imprints formed strange characters and symbols, which seemed to reveal silent smiles.

Zhang Ming, you can't escape!

You can't escape!

You are already dead!

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