I live in a desert island property

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

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

Zhang Ming thought about it 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 just by plugging in the electricity. The chip inside contains programs recorded in ancient times to educate children." The old village chief shook his head and said, "You know about satellites in the sky, right? A long time ago, super ancient civilizations were able to launch satellites, but now things are no longer allowed to fly into the sky."

"Why?"

"Because after flying into the sky, all the machines 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 vaguely, he felt a faint pressure. Another sun is not a good thing.

"You can buy this kind of 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, maybe three to five hundred miles."

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

A world suppressed by terrorist existence has developed a brilliant culture in the past, but now it is becoming worse with each generation. Even the transistor TV cannot be repaired.

This fact is really sad.

As for simple electronic products such as radios, they naturally also exist. They could be used in the past, but they can no longer be used. .

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

The entire caravan was assembled in just one day, and a total of 40 young men and women signed up to participate.

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

"Those who are too adventurous are better off staying in the village."

"If you go out and wander around, you will die sooner or later, and you will harm other people."

"Why, village chief, let me follow you!"

The old village chief's blacklist is no joke. If he says you can't go, you can't go.

It’s not even possible to beg!

The 10 young people, plus Guo Dazhu, and another more knowledgeable middle-aged man, Guo Bagou, totaled 12 people, plus Zhang Ming and four other members of his party, forming a team of 16 people.

The currency used by the caravan is something called "Shanggu coin".

"There is actually a universal currency?!"

"It is said that in some big cities, machines from the super ancient era can still operate normally. You can use Shang ancient coins to purchase various services in those ruins." Old village chief Guo took it out of his arms for a while and took out A handful of golden and yellow coins.

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

Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows. The term "Shang Gu coins" reminded him of the Shang divination civilization and Jia Huanghuang's predecessor, Jia Yushi.

"Two kilograms of rice costs one dollar, so that's about it. Anyway, it's okay if you don't lose money. If you can make money, it's even better."

The old village chief grinned his big yellow teeth, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep valleys: "Each village has its own specialties. Buy them cheaper and sell them more expensive. Guo Dazhu knows these specialties. He Will take care of it.”

This large amount of change totaled more than 3,000 yuan, equivalent to 6,000 kilograms of rice, which was quite a lot for a village.

Zhang Ming looked at it for a few times and found that the coin seemed to be made of ordinary copper and tin. Through "ideal rendering", these metals were stained with subtle supernatural traces.

"Idealistic rendering" is a very common and very cheap anti-counterfeiting label. Find a few idealistic pollution sources, contaminate them several times in sequence, and the anti-counterfeiting label will be ready. The corpses of stronger monsters can become sources 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 characters of Wanhai Civilization."

"The super ancient civilization is the Wanhai civilization?" Shimama was suspicious.

"These currencies are all earned by selling goods in the village."

"In the past, there were also some caravans that came to our village. They brought a lot and taught us a lot..." Old village chief Guo recalled his life a long time ago. Everyone has their youth.

When the caravan reaches a certain level of prosperity, 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 mutual benefit in transactions.

But most of them couldn't come back alive.

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

"If you can abide by it, you must abide by it, but if you come into contact with many things, you will inevitably encounter the rules..."

"When I was young, I had the urge to prove that I was an exception. However, rules are rules, and the power of rules cannot be challenged by ordinary people like us..." The old village chief had other ideas and looked at those who were gearing up. The young man sighed, "I beg you to let them live and live longer..."

Zhang Ming didn't dare to say too much: "Well, try your best. I myself was seriously injured, but I can still take care of one or two."

"It's enough to take care of one or two. After all, everyone has his own destiny."

Zhang Ming ate a jujube-like fruit. It was so sour that even the roots of his teeth became soft.

However, local fruits were scarce, which was more or less what the locals wanted, so he still bit the bullet and swallowed it.

[Attribute +1]

Um? It’s okay!

The old village chief was quite polite and basically answered all my questions.

This village is really just an ordinary village. It strictly abides by various rules and has very little information.

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

In fact, this ship can't accommodate so many people, and they can only live in Datongpu. Fortunately, the people in the village are not so refined, and the environment is acceptable.

Zhang Ming waved his hand, and the men shared a room, the women shared a room, and the two middle-aged team leaders shared a room.

This is just so-so.

"Mixed housing is not allowed. Don't visit each other at night. Don't give birth to children on the road!" Zhang Ming warned them.

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

There were bursts of laughter on the deck.

After so many days, everyone gradually became familiar with each other and became relaxed and comfortable.

They all know that Mr. Zhang is a very talkative person and doesn't pay too much attention to what he says casually.

However, the young people did not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, Zhang Ming had a vague majesty about him.

This kind of majesty cannot be explained clearly, and it makes people feel inexplicably scared, as if everything they do will be seen through.

What's more, it's really irresponsible to have a baby on the road.

"Qingshi Village caravan, move forward!" Zhang Ming hung a bell on the mast, and the sound of "ding bell bell" spread to the distance along the breeze.

So the steamer slowly started, heading towards an unknown road...

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If you look down from a high altitude, this world is undoubtedly dead and cold. The collapsing suspended mountains and the endless yellow grassland on the surface of the continent form a desperate and dilapidated scene. There is also the thick and heart-stopping fog, which is... The sunlight shining high in the sky revealed an unbelievable hazy palpitating feeling.

This world is like a dilapidated oil painting that is in danger and may break at any time. Perhaps one day, it will suddenly break and completely tear apart everything that was not so beautiful in the first place.

However, for the native life, this is a home that cannot be escaped. They just live tenaciously, just like those withered and yellow weeds, trying to survive in various ways.

When a civilization, even its children, are too brave, its living conditions must be very bad.

In Lijia Village, Li Lai stared blankly at his father. The abscess on his stomach grew bigger and bigger. In just a few days, it grew to the size of a fist.

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

This damn abscess only appeared after being bitten by a monster. The rotten teeth hid too many bacteria and viruses. Even though there were some antibacterial methods in the country, there were not enough hygienic methods, because many people died from the disease.

"Dr. Li, save my father! Please, save him!"

"My condolences, Li Lai."

The doctor in this village shook his head and whispered: "If the wound is infected on the arms or legs, it can be solved by amputation. But for the infection on the trunk, there is really no way. Those who can get through it will naturally get over it. Now this situation..."

"Be mentally prepared."

But now, Li Lai's father has a high fever and is delirious. It is obvious that he has one foot on the doorstep of death.

"Everyone has his own destiny. It's just a matter of morning and evening." An elder blew out a smoke ring and looked at the gloomy sky. "Your parents are both dead, so you can grow up eating the food of hundreds of families." Although our Lijia Village is a bit poor, our children can still be raised. This is the rule, don’t worry! Just live in the ancestral hall."

Hearing the word "rules", Li Lai felt a slight sense of security in his blank eyes.

At least the village is still willing to support him.

Rules, like a belief-like existence, inject infinite spiritual power into the creatures on this land.

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

Suddenly, the man lying on the hospital bed said vaguely: "Lilai, your father and I are very brave... there was no shame in that night!"

"When you grow up, you must be as brave as your father and protect the village. Remember, you must not be afraid of death."

Li Lai's father reluctantly woke up from his drowsy state, with a smile on his face: "Since there is no way to save me, carry me out and feed me to the earth god as soon as possible."

"The body cannot be left overnight in the village."

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

The other young men also sighed and carried the injured person out.

This is also a rule, otherwise the corpse may mutate and cause more disasters.

The confused child burst into tears and burst into tears.

He was a little scared, but he was helpless and kept following behind, wanting to see his only relative.

"Don't look at it. You'll be scared if you look at 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 father was not dead yet, but he had to feed the earth god. For a child, this fact was too heavy.

The adults were expressionless, with a hint of numbness in their eyes. The series of troubles in the Night of One Hundred Ghosts had already exhausted them both mentally and physically. How could they still be in the mood to take care of their children?

It is their greatest mercy to handle the funeral affairs as soon as possible according to the rules.

This kind of separation between life and death may be the norm in this world. The magnificent rumor that "being eaten by a local god can lead to successful reincarnation" may really have a little psychological comfort effect. Even if it's just a rumor, you'd better believe it.

The sun flickers on and off, and the shadow is like a pointer, changing from long to short, and from short to long.

In the confusion and despair, a rule like sunshine fell from the sky: caravans from each village need to help each other.

Who made this rule of mutual assistance?

No one knows that today, as civilization gradually declines, even caravans have become rare.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."

With the melodious ringtone, the caravan is coming.

This time the caravan looked a little different. It looked like a ship of decent size that could roll on the grass. It carried many young men and women on board, and it also carried various strange creations.

The tires pressed against the turf with a hint of hoarfrost, and the blue flag hanging on the mast represented the "caravan", bringing a faint hope.

"Hey... don't be too busy feeding people to the earth gods! You can be saved if you still have one breath!!" Guo Dazhu's voice came from afar.

"What, what did you say!"

"Hey, what about you guys? Put them down quickly!"

Li Lai suddenly regained his composure and shouted: "No, don't feed my father, don't feed the earth god! Please!"

Several young people carrying the patient quickly stopped.

"Haha, isn't this Captain Guo from Qingshi Village? It seems you had a good night!" The militia captain from Lijia Village took a puff of local smoke, exhaled a cloudy smoke ring, and went up to give him a big bear hug. .

"The Night of One Hundred Ghosts, it's not bad at all, I just have a little bit of energy left..." Guo Dazhu smiled bitterly and waved his hand behind him, "Don't be idle, hurry up and treat the patients!"

The medical team members behind them trotted into the field carrying medical bags.

The two village leaders stood at the entrance of the village and started chatting.

"Brother, without the weapons you provided, our Lijia Village would be doomed this time!"

"A lot of weird monsters came... I don't know what happened. This time it was particularly tragic."

"It's not that this time was tragic, but..."

If you study it on a scale of hundreds or thousands of years, you will find that the form of the burial world may be slowly deteriorating, and even the people in these small villages can feel it.

The caravan brought advanced antibiotic drugs. For life in this world, these drugs can save many lives as long as they are slightly diluted with physiological saline.

What's more, Zhang Ming has a lot of drugs from the trading market. He is a bit soft-hearted. When he sees the poor people, he still wants to save them even if he loses money.

"Can my father be saved? Can my father be saved? Please save him!" Li Lai rushed forward and kept kowtowing.

[Hmm... It may be sepsis caused by bacterial toxins, as well as some local spiritual factors. Using the Frieza Treatment Device should be able to save it, but it will take a few months to recuperate. 】

A pleasant voice came from far away.

Li Lai was stunned for a moment. It was actually a beautiful little gourd making the sound.

But he didn't feel too surprised, because there were many types of intelligent creatures in this continent.

In some villages, there are even tauren, centaurs, brown bears, all kinds of people.

Even he himself is a foreigner, with snake-like scales on his arms, and is stronger than ordinary people.

"Can it really be saved?!"

【certainly. 】

Ecstasy surged into my heart. As long as I could be saved, a few months of recuperation would be considered a price!

He kept kowtowing: "Please, please, please save my father!"

[You get up first, you will scare me. 】

[Lin, perform surgery on that patient, and then use the Frieza treatment device. 】

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

Li Lai quickly got up from the ground, running as fast as a monkey. He wanted to carry his father over as quickly as possible.

"This little guy is quite strong and seems to have Qilin blood."

"Did you see the scales on his arms? They are Qilin arms. He must be naturally strong." Shimama commented, standing high on the mast.

"Qilin Arm...is there such a bloodline?" Zhang Ming was sweating profusely at this term.

A very high proportion of life on this continent has the blood of divine beasts!

Lijia Village is the fifth village they visited.

In these five villages, they encountered at least twelve native beings who had returned to their ancestors with the bloodline of mythical beasts. This ratio was quite astonishing.

If placed in the outside world, these twelve people, without any inheritance, could 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, one can easily reach the "national scholar" level of human civilization.

But it's of no use here. In a terrifying world where the mythical beasts themselves are suppressed, a small bloodline is not worth mentioning. It can only make you stronger and have stronger vitality.

Lijia Village is divided into two villages, the upper and lower villages, each with half an "Linglong Pagoda" as a sacred object in the village.

In fact, this pagoda is also extremely dilapidated. It was cut open by something in the middle, and only its former majesty can be vaguely seen. In other words, the main raw material of the pagoda is a little rarer, and it is a material that has never been touched before.

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

The forging process is also relatively rough and does not give full play to the properties of the material itself.

In fact, most of the artificial creations in the old mythological age are like this, and they are much rougher than those in the new mythological age.

The collective wisdom of a technological civilization cannot be compared to that of a single craftsman.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ming also discovered some vague murals on a certain floor of the pagoda. Near the murals, there were also some almost weathered words engraved on them.

Following the intuition of an archaeologist, Zhang Ming couldn't help shouting: "Hey, Professor Shi, we found something good!!"

Shimama quickly rolled over and pondered for a long time. "Good guy, it's an extremely long history. It's just right to sell it to someone who swears by the ancient civilization."

After Shimama deciphered it, the translation came out quickly.

[There is King Bishamon a thousand yojanas north of Mount Sumeru. The king has three cities: one is for fear, two is for heavenly respect, and three is for common people. Each of them is six thousand yojanas in width and width...]

The general meaning of this passage is that a thousand yojanas to the north of Mount Sumeru, there is a heavenly king called "King Bishamon" who has three large cities, each of which is "six thousand yojanas" deep.

In the old mythological era, 1 yojana was approximately 11.2 kilometers.

Zhang Ming always felt that this passage was bragging. A big city of six thousand yojanas was already 500 times the area of ​​Daxia...

But no matter what, this king should be a powerful god and the master of this pagoda.

As the great disaster of the times came, the King of Heaven, who owned three super cities, had to run away.

He came here.

[At that time, King Bishamon solemnly adorned himself, wore jeweled robes, drove a jeweled chariot, and went to the Garden of Bishamon with countless hundreds and thousands of gods. There was a natural wind, and the door opened automatically...]

This text records the king's pomp and boasts about his wealth. It is filled with hundreds of words and takes up most of the space on the wall.

Zhang Ming pinched his nose and subconsciously ignored these things. After all, the moral character of those guys in the old mythical era was actually the same. They engaged in ostentation, loved vanity, etc., and they were no different from the coal bosses on the earth. You can't expect those uneducated guys who only know how to fight to be saints.

However, this record also shows that the king of heaven was ecstatic, and he was really ecstatic. He finally got rid of the terrifying demon and came to the new world. Can he just be liberated and make a scene like crazy?

But the next record became weird.

A super strong man named "Burial" came to the door.

Burial said: "The old and new myths are intertwined. If we don't deal with them vertically and horizontally, one day this place will repeat the mistakes of the old mythological era."

There is no record on the wall as to what the Heavenly King's reaction was.

However, in Shimama's "Historical Review", the vague-faced King of Heaven is sitting in a treasure car and seems to be disdainful.

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

The "Bishamonten King" here is the type who has great divine power but 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 impossible at all!

Do you know how powerful the devil is? It's impossible to beat him!

It's all in vain if you don't say anything, it's just a matter of death!

The "Burn" standing opposite him was indeed an upright and majestic guy, and his voice was deafening: "I want to blend 'me' into the earth. All you need to do is blend the divine weapons into the earth. This will ensure the stability of this place." .I don’t ask for much, just to cultivate as many races and as many lives as possible.”

"For the rest, don't ask for anything else."

Burial, very powerful.

The powerful thing about "Burial" is that he has the ability to live the flesh and bones of the dead. And this ability was stolen from a certain demon god.

Facing a strong man who could fight against the devil and even steal his power, the King of Heaven was hesitant. No matter what happened, he still had to give him face.

In the old mythical era, which was occupied by demons, the realm was very huge and exuded huge spiritual gravity.

As for this new world, which is relatively weak, it is inevitably attracted by the spiritual gravity of the old mythological era, and the two sides get closer and closer.

This scene is like the stars rotating around a black hole in the universe.

Stellar matter is constantly being absorbed by black holes. Sooner or later, it will be out of control and fall into the black hole.

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

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

"So that's it!" Zhang Ming murmured. This truth is indeed shocking. In the old mythological era, although there was no science, there were still people who were proficient in astronomy.

Burying oneself into the earth is equivalent to having a backbone and subtle thinking in this realm.

As long as there are enough lives and the power to break away is strong enough, it may even be possible to break away from the old mythical era.

"By then, everyone will be safe!"

The King of Heaven thought about it for a moment and felt that "burial" made sense. You are so upright, so it doesn't matter if I lose a little something.

So he agreed to the plan.

The King of Heaven has many magical weapons in his hands. He scattered these weapons across the earth, connected them to the earth's veins, and imbued them with his own powerful will.

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

Of course, although the moral character of the King of Heaven is not very good, the will he instills is still very beautiful.

After all, he is a person with a good face, and he will not inject his greedy and fearful side into him. What he instills is mostly positive virtues.

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

As the spiritual language illusion ended, Zhang Ming let out a long sigh: "History is really fictitious. Without your spiritual language illusion, King Bishamon would really have become a great and good man. Look at how he beautified himself. , no bad words at all.”

"However, Burial's plan obviously failed, otherwise the Burial world would not be what it is now..."

"Maybe he himself has become corrupted. The Night of One Hundred Ghosts is so dangerous." The sinister Shimama questioned, "You believe what he says? He said that integrating 'self' into the earth is really Has it melted into the earth? You are so naive, young man."