I live in a desert island property

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes and admitted that what Shimama said made sense, but after all, there was a glimmer of light in his heart...

Is there really no beauty in the world? Obviously not. Before there is conclusive evidence, he will not slander those gods who work hard for the survival of the world.

He thought of something else and said: "And this world is actually just a small world in the new mythological era. The real subject is actually the Sea of ​​Demon Gods. King Bishamon, I don't know if he went to the Sea of ​​Demon Gods later... …”

"I'm afraid that's not possible. He has to stay here, preferably for the rest of his life." The sinister Shimama said.

"Why?"

"If Zang is really a saint who cares about the world, then people like the King of Heaven must stay here and cannot let him run away; if Zang is not a saint and has some conspiracy, the King of Heaven must stay here even more, and cannot let him escape. He ran away."

Zhang Ming was silent, he understood.

This ghost place is very close to the mountains and seas, so it must be guarded by a large number of strong people. It is impossible for a powerful being like the King of Heaven to escape. If one escapes and triggers the broken window effect, then a series of powerful people will all escape. This is unbearable.

"Politics... is so dark."

"A saint has to be evil..."

He thought about the Ten Thousand Seas Civilization again, and the "wisdom" of the peak civilization, and for a while, he thought of many things.

You think you are the helmsman of the times, but no matter how strong a civilization is, it can only be driven by the times and drift with the tide.

There are many things that may just be forced...

"If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and you will be worried tomorrow!" Zhang Ming sang loudly, stepping forward and teasing Gourd Girl.

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After wandering around here for a while, I discovered that there are actually some small industries in Lijia Village - the textile industry.

Perhaps because of the mysterious power of the pagoda, plants are growing very fast in the surrounding farmland.

Lijiacun happens to have high-quality cotton seeds.

As a result, the entire village naturally developed the textile industry, so the economic situation of Lijia Village was better than that of Qingshi Village.

In this era, it is good to dress warmly, and it is almost impossible to dress colorfully. Therefore, these clothes are mostly blue and brown, which look a bit rustic.

The color of the clothes before they were dyed was okay, with a cotton-like whiteness, but most villagers actually didn't like white because it stained too easily.

However, Miss Calabash likes it very much.

white clothes,

This means that the team of doctors she has trained can wear formal white coat uniforms.

"When will you show me your white coat? Although this dress feels rough, it has a unique pastoral taste." Zhang Ming hinted crazily.

After all, he has regained his dignity and is no longer the "nine thousand years old" he used to be.

[Human, you will become stupid. 】 She said very seriously, and added, "Don't think about pornographic waste all day long, otherwise you will become very stupid." 】

"I obviously did some archeology today, and it took me a long time to use my brain." Zhang Ming quickly expressed his grievance.

[Because Mr. Shimama said that humans have many bacteria and viruses. With your current physical condition... you should strengthen the construction of moral quality and the cultivation of spiritual civilization! 】

Miss Calabash pretended to be crazy, talked nonsense, and sneaked out of the window.

When she floated to the critical distance within reach of Zhang Ming's arm, she disappeared with a "whoosh" sound.

[My Fruit of Eden has been used up, I’m going to bask in the sun! 】

Zhang Ming was filled with hatred and cursed the stinky stone a thousand times. You were clearly awake but you didn't save my wife. You deserve to die!

He looked up to the sky and sighed: "If you lose your humanity, you will lose a lot; if you lose your dignity, you will lose everything!"

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More than two hundred pieces of new clothes were exchanged for medical services, and every member of the caravan was very happy.

This is the result of their hard work and the reward they deserve.

"Mr. Zhang, your medicines and medical services were exchanged for a total of 202 pieces of clothing, some quilts, and pillows... Each team member received 2 pieces of clothing, and the rest is your profit."

"In addition, we exchanged goods from other villages here, and the total profit was about 500 Shanggu coins."

Guo Dazhu counted the bills beside him.

The drugs were provided by Zhang Ming and others, so the profits would naturally go to Zhang Ming. Even the cost of the drugs was too cheap in Guo Dazhu's opinion.

In this era, labor is actually not valuable, materials are valuable.

"There are still profits from more than a hundred pieces of clothing...either..." Zhang Ming pondered for a moment.

"Although you don't like this thing, you still have to receive the reward. After all, rice is worth the price, and rice is worth the hatred. Don't give gifts for no reason. This is the rule of the caravan." Guo Dazhu said.

Zhang Ming put on new local clothes and walked around Lijia Village.

"Okay, just do as you say."

He didn't refuse this profit, he sighed in his heart and accepted it shamelessly.

In fact, it doesn't matter to him whether he makes money or not. After all, he is rich and has abundant resources. The combined productivity of these villagers will not exceed 1 cent a year!

However, "equivalent exchange" and "fair trade" are the rules of the caravan.

A caravan may not make any money, but it cannot do good deeds for free and must receive payment.

Zhang Ming couldn't understand it at first.

But after experiencing it these days, I realized that these rules were really formulated by people of great wisdom.

In ancient times in the Great Xia Kingdom, there was a story about "Zigong redeeming people": Zigong wanted to do good deeds for free, but was criticized by Confucius because Zigong did good deeds for free, which would make other people who paid to do good deeds suffer public criticism. . Over time, no one is willing to do good deeds.

It is really remarkable that he has formulated "fair trade" rules for the caravans, knows the subtleties, and has insight into human feelings.

"New clothes, the workmanship in Lijiacun is quite good!"

"If I go to a few more villages, I'll have the capital to find a wife."

Another team leader, Guo Bagou said with a playful smile: "Why do you still save money for a wife? I tell you, wouldn't it be easy if you just go and catch the girls in the team? They are all doctors, so they are very valuable. of!"

The young people laughed secretly, this seemed to be a good idea.

"Uncle Guo, where should we go next?"

Guo Dazhu lit a cigarette: "Let's go to Black Iron Village... We will sell the clothes and goods in the car and exchange them for some pots and pans, weapons and farm tools."

"Heitie Village, I heard that the road there is a bit far away. We have to set off at dawn tomorrow morning." Guo Badou said, "And there is a super scary mountain road there, which will scare anyone to death. Then you will know Know the power of rules.”

Zhang Ming actually liked the lively scene of this bonus, so he shouted: "Everyone has performed well these days, and everyone will be rewarded with a rune knife or a quilt or three new clothes, choose one! "

The young people screamed, "Can we only choose one or the other?"

"Don't be greedy, Guo Sanwa, there are a lot of them!"

"I recommend choosing the rune knife. This is a magical weapon made by Mr. Zhang himself."

For Zhang Ming, these wealth, which is not considered wealth, is already a large amount of income for them.

While Zhang Ming was distributing his wealth, he felt like a kind-hearted old man, watching young people make money, have sex, and have children. It was great!

It would be even better if the child grows up and produces the next batch of children.

The older you get, the more you like to be old, hold the red string, and watch children laugh. It is also a very strange physiological phenomenon.

After the money was dispersed, the sun set and the big pot of rice in the village was prepared. It was not very delicious and could only fill the stomach.

Zhang Ming also came to the captain's room with unfinished business and recounted today's archaeological results.

[In addition to the ‘burial’ of gods and men, there should be some forces that played a role. 】

Miss Calabash said: [Many villages have some special production workshops. Lijia Village makes clothes, the Loess Village next door has pottery profits, and the Black Iron Village next door is good at blacksmithing. With so many villages put together, life is passable. 】

[Relying on the "sacred objects" in the village to provide weak support... This feels like the unique technology of major civilizations, but here, it is really smaller and weaker, like a shrunken demon god sea. 】

[Perhaps, the history here is older than the Shanhai Realm, and it is like a testing ground. 】

"Shimama, is there such a situation in the mountain and sea world?" Zhang Ming asked with interest.

"In those days, involution was very serious, and it was impossible to have such cooperation." Shimama lamented, "Everyone is busy fighting wars and has no scientific thinking. It would be good if we can survive."

"As for developing unique technology...it's really not going to happen."

It was sighing, it was clear that it had such a good foundation at that time, why did it fight to the death in the first place?

According to the current thinking, it is really impossible to figure it out and understand it.

But this is the world. Fiction requires logic, but reality does not.

"Have you ever felt that the quality of the population in this world is higher than that of Earth?"

Zhang Ming glanced at the lively scene of the whole family coming out to work.

This is the fifth village he has visited, and he has seen almost no rogues in the village.

These people are very quick at work, abide by integrity, and don't work too hard at all.

There were very few people who cheated and cheated. If the living environment hadn't been so bad, Zhang Ming would have thought he had arrived in some great era.

"It should be the power of rules, coupled with the influence of the sacred objects in the village... Don't you earthlings also have corresponding spiritual techniques to change your mental state?"

Shimama deliberately touched the pagoda in the center of the village and made a "bang" sound.

Zhang Ming stared blankly at the gray sky, his thoughts drifting into the distance. These days, he sees a lot of human traces.

These traces may be to cover up something, or perhaps to protect something.

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The caravan stayed in Lijiacun for two days, and after bringing several seriously ill patients back from the brink of death, they were leaving soon.

After all, there are also seriously ill patients in other villages. The longer it takes, the more people will die.

"Stay a little longer, don't leave in such a hurry!"

"Let's stay a little longer."

The villagers of Lijia Village were also reluctant to part with this caravan that was rescuing lives and healing the wounded, and bid farewell enthusiastically at the village gate.

"Mr. Zhang... I, I also want to join the caravan!" Li Lai, who has Qilin bloodline, pulled Zhang Ming's lapel with some reluctance.

In just two days, this young man, who had always been thinking about his father's illness, has returned to the cheerfulness and liveliness of his peers, with a constant smile in his eyes.

Because he couldn't get paid, he spent two days cleaning the steamer. Every crevice was cleaned, and no dust could be found at all.

He really couldn't bear to let these kind people leave.

Zhang Ming said with a smile: "Li Lai, you have to take good care of your bedridden father! And you are too young. You can go out in the world in a few years!"

He whispered again: "In addition, I'll give you this little gift."

"One pill a day, don't forget to take it, it will make you stronger. Don't let other people in the village know, just hide it yourself."

There was a soft "whoosh" sound, and when Li Lai came to his senses, he realized that there was an extra plastic bottle in his hand.

There were hundreds of pills inside.

The bottle of medicine Zhang Ming threw over was a medicine developed by the snake people civilization to activate the power of blood.

For the snake people, things that every commoner can eat are like treasures here...

He didn't dare to give away too much, as the common man was not guilty of harboring a jade.

"Let's go, take care everyone!"

The steamship's engine restarted, and the tires made a "creak" sound as they pressed across the grass.

Only the many villagers in Lijia Village were left, still sighing softly.

"These people are so nice!"

Rules are one thing; Qingshi Village's willingness to organize caravans to help everyone is another.

The local villages are struggling to survive like weeds. The weeds share a small hope of warmth with each other. Even if the land is still cold and cold, they can always persist until the arrival of spring.

The men and women in the caravan are also immersed in this "self-realization".

Because travel has been relatively smooth during this period, after discussion, everyone wanted to go further.

The Black Iron Village thirty kilometers away is not the end.

They want to travel to big cities hundreds of kilometers away.

"Huh, after walking a little bit, you don't know what your last name is." Guo Dazhu snorted coldly, "If you want to go to a big city, sometimes you have to spend the night in the wilderness. Do you know what this means?"

The first rule of the funeral world is that you are not allowed to spend the night outside!

Suddenly, the young people did not dare to speak. The militia captain's majesty was still very strong.

"Uncle Guo, aren't there several small temples in the middle... We can spend the night in the small temple." A man named "Sanwa" said.

"Huh, that small temple has collapsed a long time ago. I don't know if any kind people will rebuild it..."

"In the Black Iron Village ahead, we have to pass through a long and narrow mountain road. That mountain road is called 'Don't Look Back'."

"When you were walking on that mountain road, someone kept calling you from behind. Once you look back, you will die suddenly..." Guo Dazhu took out the soil smoke and took a faint puff, "If you want to go further, please There are rules everywhere."

It's not that he is intimidating young people, but this mountain road is very famous because many monsters will be killed by "Don't Look Back", so it is filled with hell-like mountains of corpses and bones.

And places like this are everywhere in the burial world.

If you know the rules and follow them, you can still survive.

If you don't know, if you go beyond the rules, you will die immediately.

Herein lies the difficulty of the caravan.

"Then you must go and see what's going on and don't look back!" Shimama shouted.

Guo Dazhu immediately grimaced and sighed, why did you say anything?

How can I put it, he can scare young people, but he really has no choice but to coax this ancestor of the turtle.

"Ancestor of the Divine Turtle, people are going to die in that place...even you..."

"You're so scared, I'm the ancestor of the turtle. Look, I have this space prop!" Shimama asked Xiaobai to show off his space gourd, and then forced Guo Dazhu into it.

The space gourd is only about a hundred cubic meters, and it can easily fit dozens of people into it.

Guo Dazhu understood it quickly, his eyes widened, and he refreshed his knowledge. It turns out that there is such a good treasure! In this way, those who are timid really don't have to go through the "don't look back".

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Xiong Ba Civilization has been in this weird world for a whole week.

They have been collecting data, with drones monitoring the movements of various small villages.

The movements of Zhang Ming's group naturally attracted the highest degree of attention.

"Sir, they have been saving lives and healing the wounded in various villages these days... They don't seem to be bad people, and the treatment equipment they use is quite strange. It seems to be several levels higher than the technological level here."

"Sir, our experts have deciphered the native language and can now understand most conversations. Should we..."

The Bear Man Civilization naturally saw what this caravan did. These Bear Men were puzzled and extremely shocked at the same time.

Does this person have good morals?

He actually met a strange talent who walked the path of the devil! !

One in a billion, unheard of, encountered in this corner!

What does this mean...they don't know either...

Taize looked at the information on hand, and his generous bear paws trembled slightly: "If that person can communicate and has decent morals, we may be able to redeem the clone of the world's will..."

The little bamboo shoot is naturally their key target. During the day, the turtle will move it out to bask in the sun, and then move it back into the room again at night - even though the small bamboo shoot does not need sunlight to maintain its vitality, Turtle did that anyway.

"It would be even better if a partnership could be reached..."

Within a radius of 200 kilometers, they found a total of 15 regular monsters! This density made them dumbfounded. The regular monsters were all extraordinary. How could they fight them?

"Sir, that person stayed in his room for a long time, and we didn't dare to investigate him directly, so we can't judge his personality..."

"What if he still has some brain problems?"

No one knows what a guy who walks the path of the devil is like.

You can never be too careful.

The Xiongba civilization can only compare extraordinary people. Since most extraordinary people have some brain problems, those who follow the path of demons may have super big problems?

Otherwise, no one would take this road.

"But no matter what, we still have to contact him! Since we have observed him for so long and there is no problem, it is time to make up our mind and select the most elite warriors. The number does not need to be too many. A dozen or so people are enough. Let's go together! !" Taize made up his mind.

"Yes, sir!"

Taize suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good idea: "By the way, I noticed that there are many races in this world. There are all kinds of things with minotaur heads and horse faces, and there are also bears similar to our race. Maybe we can also disguise ourselves Become a local caravan and make contact with them!"

This was indeed a good idea, and the corresponding candidates were quickly selected. In addition to Commander Taize, there were also 10 elite soldiers and 4 team doctors, with considerable combat capabilities.

"Is the language translator ready? Where are the local clothes?"

"Ready, sir!"

They imitated the caravan, filled the car with goods, and pursued Zhang Ming and others with great vigour.

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It was still cold in the Burial World in early spring, and snowflakes fell little by little, gradually turning the entire mountain into a blanket of snow.

After driving for hundreds of miles, we passed through the desert. The early wind bent the weeds that had just sprouted green buds, and the gray fog swallowed up the sunshine in the sky.

As the journey continued, many young people also sensed a heavy atmosphere, stopped their noisy fun, and became taciturn.

"Everyone, the Don't Turn Back Mountain Road is just ahead. After entering, don't speak aloud and keep moving forward."

"Because there are occasional auditory hallucinations, and you can't tell whether your companion is talking, so staying silent is a better choice."

"Don't look ahead and don't step back. You can't take a step back." Guo Dazhu said the rules of this mountain road.

On the dirt road ahead, an oval-shaped boulder with a diameter of more than 10 meters appeared. Under the boulder was a stone carving of a giant turtle. It is the famous local "mountain-bearing turtle".

The sky is dark, the sky and the earth are vast, and in the vast sky and earth, the face that has been carved by the wind and sand for nearly a thousand years is silent... All the previous reveries about the "Magical Turtle Carrying the Mountain" are now only a blur.

Further ahead, a narrow valley tunnel is located between two suspended mountains, forming a world wonder of "a line of sky".

Three powerful characters were written on this huge stone, with infinite momentum, but I don’t know what they are.

According to what Guo Dazhu said, it may mean "don't look back".

"This suspended mountain is really bare, just a big rock with nothing on it."

Zhang Ming glanced at the gray sky and the two tall mountains.

To say that these mountains are really suspended is not necessarily true. They are like tall towers, rising straight into the sky.

It's just that the situation of being bigger on top and smaller on the bottom is too exaggerated, as if it violates the laws of physics.

Guo Dazhu emphasized again: "No matter what happens, just rush forward!"

"I, Lord Shimama, must try it."

"Ancestor of the Divine Turtle, I beg you, no one who turns back will survive! Unless the Divine Turtle of the Mountain negative protects him personally..."

This sentence simply hit Shimama's sensitive point. She secretly made up her mind and had to look back! ! !

The group of people didn't know how to do it. Because the mountain road was narrow, they couldn't drive the ship, so they had to use space props and put them away temporarily.

A few brave young people who wanted to try the "rules" also followed.

After all, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven, and if this rule is to be passed down, someone must know its power. As for other young people who are less courageous, they naturally stay in the space gourd.

Zhang Ming nodded slightly towards the statue of the turtle carrying the mountain, then took a step forward and stepped into the mountain path.

Feel nothing.

He took a second step forward.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and in a daze, he seemed to have returned to that dark era. The north wind blows over the ground, and long clouds fill the sky. I lie drunk on the battlefield and look at the cirrus clouds in the sky. The sad dawn drums, the miserable howling, the desert, the mountain peaks, the wreckage, and the setting sun finally transform into a streak of blood in the setting sun. Pathetic.

This weird hallucination only lasted a short moment.

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and found that he was in a narrow sliver of sky.

You can only move forward, not backward, and you can't even look back.

"Trouble! What kind of power level is this?!" Shimama on her butt was shocked.

This is a damn demon-level power level...

It turns out that this is the place where the devil is anchored.

Once you turn back, you will comply with the devil's rules and be attacked immediately!

Master Shimama didn't dare to look back. It had an arrogant mouth, but it would not die.

"Can you roll on the ground by yourself, don't stick to me... I'm very nervous when you startle me like this!" Zhang Ming cursed.

"I rolled on the ground. Didn't I immediately see what was behind me? Shimama would die, you bad guy!"

"Don't worry, as the emperor, I am responsible for suppressing all demons!"

"You also suppress your wife? Is your wife not a demon?"

Zhang Ming almost staggered and fell to the ground.

Ahem, his personal secretary is naturally hiding. With Hulu's timid character, it is impossible for him to want to experience such a ghost place.

The visibility was so poor in the dense fog that I couldn't even see my fingers. I couldn't even see whether there were rocks under my feet.

However, Zhang Ming had no need to panic. He had many life-saving abilities and just came to experience the local customs. He even sang a folk song because the surrounding environment was beautiful and he was in a good mood.

"The little bird of my youth will never come back! The little bird of my youth will never come back!"

Shimama couldn't help but started singing along.

The singing of the two madmen made the hearts of the people behind them tremble and goosebumps bulge all over their bodies.

"Is it Mr. Zhang and the others who sang it?" a companion with a rope couldn't help but ask.

Guo Dazhu roared: "I told you not to fucking talk! No matter what you hear, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"It's normal to have auditory hallucinations in this place! If you keep talking, you can die!"

After saying this, he pulled the rope and did not dare to look back or speak, but just walked forward.

He even simply closed his eyes and crawled on the ground. As long as he moved forward, forward, and kept moving forward, he could get out of this weird mountain road.

And this is just the most ordinary and dangerous place in the Burial World.

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