I live in a desert island property

Shi Mama rolled out of the room in a flash, and yelled at the gourd: "Hey, if he is dead, your deal will be completed!"

"Give me Shimama some!"

"I, Shi Mama, also want to eat a bite of Lao Zhang's flesh and blood!"

Hulu was not happy in the first place, but now that he is constantly being provoked, he is even more unhappy.

It could only ignore the stones and float around in the cabin, trying to find some entertainment of its own.

Soon, it found a few old computers in the warehouse, but because the parts were damaged, these computers could not be turned on for a long time.

[What is this again? 】

(This is... a computer, a technological product of human civilization, but it is broken now.) Teacher Xiaobai recalled the time when he played games, read novels, and watched movies every day. Those happy days are really gone. Come back.

(A lot of materials are stored in the hard disk, but it may not be able to be read after too much time. There are some paper books here, you can take a look at them casually.)

Hulu stared at the hard drive and books, wondering what he was thinking.

In fact, Xiaobai doesn't understand many stories about human beings, because the breeding behavior of turtles has no pleasure, and there is no such thing as "love", so the inner drive is completely different.

Gourd, which is driven by "wish" inside, can't understand these inexplicable stories.

Xiaobai prefers war stories. It likes grand narratives, the history of mankind, the history of the Yanjiao people, and all kinds of fantasy stories fabricated by humans, making it novel!

So it told a long, long story to the gourd:

(The war between ghosts and humans finally ended with ghosts being killed. Now let me ask you to evaluate why some evil ghosts don’t eat people after they catch them, but turn them into ghosts instead?)

Calabash was thinking about other things, and said hesitantly: [I will answer this way: the evil spirit's sense of justice and compassion, humanity and responsibility, growth and responsibility, prompted it to do such a thing. 】

Xiaobai couldn't help retracting his head into the turtle shell, and finally stuck it out again: (Ah, what are you talking about?)

Hulu immediately cheered up: 【Sorry, I was completely wrong just now. Since evil spirits have human memories, they must have some old emotions of human beings. They have to prove their original choice by degrading normal people. Not wrong. 】

This answer is much more normal.

Gourd was dull for a long time before he said: [Actually, I really didn't do it. I'm not a ghost either, do you believe me? 】

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...

"The ups and downs of life are really exciting!"

Suffering from the "deception syndrome", Zhang Ming was lying on the deck, dying. He never thought that he would be knocked down by mental illness.

Several colors were missing from his vision, and he couldn't remember what those colors looked like. This feeling is like an indescribable problem suddenly flooding into the mind, and the whole spiritual world keeps collapsing like in a science fiction movie.

A dreadful disease, getting worse every day.

However, Zhang Ming still performed a bohemian life, trying not to think about these issues.

First, he pretended that nothing happened, just like the ordinary day in the past, when he went swimming in the sea, he and Xiao Bai caught a 500-jin mutated fish together.

I went to the kitchen again and cooked a delicious meal with great enthusiasm: golden fish grilled fragrant rice burger!

The cooking method of this novel food is not complicated. Two pieces of bread are used to stick the crispy rice crust, and then wrap the fried golden fish.

The most important thing is the special sauce developed by Zhang Ming, which introduces some supernatural seasonings donated by Honggang people and undergoes natural fermentation.

One bite, the taste makes the taste buds on the tongue jump for joy!

Well, in fact, Zhang Ming, who suffers from "inaccuracy syndrome", no longer has a sense of taste.

He just fantasizes that the dishes he cooks are delicious and that he is happy, that's all.

After all, Xiaobai eats with gusto.

Even the old dog Hao, whose fur was about to fall out, smelled the scent, and developed a small appetite, and ate some fish.

"Brother Hao, how about my cooking?"

"Wang?"

"It is said that in the field of vision of a dog, there are only black, white, yellow, and blue colors. Now I am exactly the same as you."

Realizing that the owner was talking to him, the dog subconsciously shook his tail to say hello

In fact, it eats very little, and has no strength to jump around. How old is it... a dog over 130 years old is a miraculous old birthday in human society! 7 times the lifespan of a normal dog, just like a 700-year-old man suddenly appearing in the human population, it will definitely cause a sensation.

In the monkey world, Zhang Ming felt that it was going to die of old age.

In the abyss, Lao Zhang felt that it would definitely not be able to survive.

But it is still alive, although its eyes are cloudy and its reaction is very slow. It can't jump around like it used to, and can only lie obediently in the kennel.

For Brother Hao, being able to bathe in the sunshine of the Sea of ​​Demon Gods is already a very happy thing.

"Brother Hao, as long as you live, I can keep going!"

"What about the demon god's curse?"

Deep in Zhang Ming's heart, he encouraged himself.

Seeing the old dog lying down like a crumpled sausage, Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing, remembering how it looked when it was young - the young brother Hao's looks are very good!

I recalled a story a long time ago, a seriously ill patient in the hospital muttered: "Leaves, leaves on the ivy. When the last one falls, I have to go too."

In the end, the leaf did not fall off.

The patient made it through that difficult time and eventually found out that the last leaf was painted by someone else.

"I can't die before the old dog!" Zhang Ming thought in his heart.

[Is there anything you want me to help with? 】The delicate and beautiful little gourd floated over and asked gently.

In the past, Zhang Ming would definitely tease this wish monster, let it make up a story, or make it tell some cold jokes.

But recently, he really didn't have that energy, and he couldn't feel the fun. In the end, he could only smile and say: "As long as you can take good care of the dog, it's fine. This dog is my good friend."

He said silently again in his heart: "If a dog doesn't die, I won't die either."

[Okay, I will take care of it. After all, it is the only existence on the ship that is not wary of me. 】

【I will hypnotize it, let it have a safe and comfortable sleep, exercise when it is time to exercise, and talk when it is time to talk. 】Hulu is not as talkative as before, and his words are simple, not to mention witty.

Zhang Ming, who had a problem with his brain, naturally couldn't tell the slight change in the gourd.

But gourd does have a way of coaxing dogs, and I don’t know how it happened. It sang a mysterious song, and the old dog was lying on his side, his belly was basking in the sun and fell asleep, and his pink tongue was hanging out of his mouth. A very relaxed and very safe look.

...

Today is a day when the mental state is barely passable. Zhang Ming took a deep breath, touched Brother Hao's lazy body, and went to the energy room at the bottom of the cabin.

The perpetual motion machine of the furnace continues to output energy for a long time, allowing the ship to reach a speed of 60 kilometers per hour. In theory, he can return to the earth in only 50-60 years.

And on top of the water cube-like furnace, there is a small world tree.

A part of the energy output from the furnace is absorbed by the World Tree to supply it to grow.

But obviously, due to Zhang Ming's poor mental state, the world tree as a group consciousness is also in a bad state.

Ever since he got the "Inaccuracy Syndrome", Zhang Ming was in a daze, unable to practice, and his plan to devour the second Demon God rule could only be shelved for the time being.

The old sheep's head's eyes were on the edge of the world tree. It saw Zhang Ming coming, and said seriously: "You have suffered a mental attack, and you can't learn new things for the time being. You have to hold on until you discover a world."

"I'll add a little smoke and fire for you, relax your mind, don't resist."

Zhang Ming swallowed and nodded.

With scarlet eyeballs, he spat out a few spiritual words: "糳!!"

A vague picture appeared in Zhang Ming's mind.

He saw a group of strong and intelligent life, welcoming a big harvest, with happy smiles on their faces, pounding the harvested rice in a stone mortar to peel it.

The sound of "Hey Yo Hey Yo" is like a beautiful labor song.

"糳" is a special noun, which means polished rice that has been pounded.

Only this strong smell of fireworks can slightly resist the "disillusionment syndrome", but it is only resistance, but it cannot be cured.

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and sighed: "Now it's been a long-term struggle, as long as the disease doesn't get worse, it's not a big problem to persist for decades. But the problem is that I don't really want to go back to my hometown now."

"The closer one is to one's hometown, the smaller one's expectations will be... On the contrary, the derealization will worsen."

"Maybe before I get home, I'll die of illness."

Bai Ze sighed, he had already lost his family, so of course he could understand this feeling.

If it is allowed to return to its hometown, it will not want to go back. Who would like to witness the vicissitudes of life and return to a hometown where no old friends exist? There are still a few old friends of Zhang Ming on the other side of the earth, but Bai Ze really doesn't have any old friends.

Zhang Ming took out the tattered and corroded drifting bottle, feeling sad in his heart, this bottle would never be able to complete the delivery task.

In the past, there were messages delivered by drifting bottles, accompanied by radio, and relatives and friends who missed him, pulled him with a rope on the other side, and shouted: "Hey, we are here! Hey, how are you doing? !"

But now, that rope has long been fragile and aging, and it has become indistinct.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming throbbed for no reason. On a whim, it seemed as if a major event had happened in the distance!

He seemed to realize something, and quickly connected to the Earth's Gaia consciousness through the leaves of the World Tree.