I live in a desert island property

After a long discussion, the Bear Demon Civilization decided to send two bears to follow the caravan and travel around the world.

One of them is the mythical archaeologist Mr. Tonggu. He is a black and white bear and wears a combat power detector. He looks fat, friendly, and has good cooking skills.

"Good guy, here comes another chef. Lao Zhang, you are unemployed!" Shimama was very happy, clinging to the black and white bear and playing with its head all day long.

The other one is a big black bear who guards Monokuma. He is 3 meters tall. This is also the strongest soldier that their Xiongba civilization can send. With a combined combat power of up to 3000, he is versatile and can do various technical tasks, including tightening screws and repairing. All kinds of machines, as well as reconnaissance and radio communication technology, he is considered a top student!

As for the remaining bears, they will once again pass through the "Don't Look Back" mountain road and return to the mothership.

"We will also take care of the surrounding villages a little and form a good relationship..."

Taize smiled bitterly and said: "Now that the information has been sent back to the mother civilization, the rest can only be left to fate."

"There are places where demons are anchored everywhere. Where do we have the ability to explore information, let alone solve these things..."

"A hundred or thousand years from now, maybe all the technological instruments will be broken. Our descendants will be just ordinary members of these ordinary villages."

Zhang Ming was relieved to hear that Qingshi Village was protected by the Xiongba civilization.

The bear people still have some strength, and ordinary disasters will not cause the village to become extinct.

"That's fine...if there is any movement, we will call you."

"A message to the old village chief, we are having a good time during this time!" Guo Dazhu even wrote a letter in his own handwriting, containing thousands of words, recording the situation in recent days.

"Definitely bring it!"

The bears formed a long snake formation and left from the mountain road.

There were two more bears in the caravan. Zhang Ming thought about it and made a small study room for them to rest.

Although the room is a bit small, it is more than enough for two bears to live in this room since I have to suffer and be tired when I go out.

"Mr. Zhang, don't bother you, we can do the work ourselves!" The big black bear smiled very honestly.

Another black and white bear named Tonggu wore a pair of glasses and looked around very curiously. From time to time he picked up a book and read it. Although he couldn't understand the text on it, it was good to look at the pictures. of.

"This is the cultural classic of our Yanjiao clan. Do you know what the great Yanjiao clan is? It has developed a very glorious history!" Shimama ran in and boasted to the two bears.

But Zhang Ming heard someone calling him outside.

It turned out that the natives of Heitie Village, the turtle villagers, were discussing something with Guo Dazhu and others.

"Mr. Zhang, the road ahead may not be easy."

Guo Dazhu had a dark face: "There are many villages in the north that were extinct in the Night of One Hundred Ghosts. The corpses of those villagers were taken away by foreign spirits, and they all turned into ghosts. There may be many bad things. occur."

"In addition, it is said that there are rule changes in many places, and the specific rules are not clear yet."

"If there are no rules, I'm afraid I won't survive."

Zhang Ming frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said: "We can't wait here forever. If there is a crisis, you can hide in the space props, just like you did on the Mohuitou Mountain Road."

"I do have something to do and need to go to the Mother City."

"As long as you are confident... We young people are just learning some experience. We will not hide unless we have to." Guo Dazhu also breathed a sigh of relief.

The steamship is too big to drive on the mountain road, so it can only be temporarily included in the space props.

The caravans also rented some giant turtles, pulling wooden carts with wooden wheels, and walked slowly on the rugged mountain roads.

This giant turtle is used by Black Iron Village to pull minerals. It does not walk very fast, but it has strong endurance and walks steadily and powerfully.

There were also a few turtle men accompanying them, bragging and singing folk songs, which made them feel very relaxed and happy.

Zhang Ming and others finally spent their first night in the wild.

It's not a complete wilderness, but a Tuhuang temple built by the villagers of Black Iron Village, with a local "Tuhuang" guarding it.

This is a long-dead turtle man, all black, like a zombie, basking in the sunset.

Seeing Zhang Ming and others, the dead old zombie ignored them and was just enjoying the sunset.

Perhaps due to the memory of his life, the old zombie did not launch any attacks, but nodded at them.

"At least a guardian at the level of a transcendent. More intelligent than the red-clothed ghost in Qingshi Village." Zhang Ming did not dare to go into details and returned the same greeting.

"This scene is really weird, maybe it is also the work of some demon god." Shimama commented.

It's a pity that the Mountain-bearing Turtle didn't come out, otherwise I would have to ask clearly.

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, the turtle people who saw him off were ready to return to the village. They saw him off for a day's journey and stayed together in the local Tuhuang Temple. It was indeed a great feeling of nostalgia.

"The ancestors who meet once in a thousand years have come out. It is what we should do to send you away safely." These turtle people were laughing and joking, very happy.

The road ahead is no longer a mountain road, but a flat remote and gravel road, which means that the steamer can be used again, and there is no need to travel as slowly as now.

"Dear friends, see you soon!" Zhang Ming waved goodbye to them.

Before leaving, I also gave him a cartload of topaz ore and some heat-clearing and detoxifying herbs as a farewell gift.

These turtle people have been forging iron for a long time and commonly use an ore called "black jade".

The generation principle of this kind of ore is the residue of idealistic rules in dead creatures, forming a substance similar to coal, which will emit a large amount of heat when burned.

Over time, inhaling dust will inevitably pollute the lungs.

This kind of idealistic pollution is difficult to completely eradicate and affects physical health.

Topaz ore not only has higher heat, is more resistant to burning, and is also cleaner.

As for the drug that clears away heat and detoxifies, it is called "Shuanghuanglian", which can clean the toxic dust in the lungs. It's not an expensive thing, but it's useful in this situation.

"The method of growing this herb is very simple. Xiaobai, teach them quickly and give them a light and shadow stone for growing herb."

The Turtles were not ignorant of the goods and quickly refused: "This is too expensive! The rules of the caravan are not to do business at a loss. We cannot accept these things."

"Otherwise, no caravan will be willing to come to our Black Iron Village in the future... We really can't accept it, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Ming was helpless. To him, this bit of property was just a bit of air, but the other party didn't dare to ask for it.

Finally, an old turtle man slapped his head and gave Zhang Ming a piece of shiny ore the size of a palm.

He recognized what it was at a glance.

"Osperian bluestone is a particularly sharp and hard natural material. For local civilizations, it can be used to make simple weapons. At the industrial level, it is often used to make convex lenses. It is a level five material."

It's of no use to him, but it's the turtle people's best treasure.

The old turtle man laughed: "This is a treasure we dug out. It is very hard and should be worth a lot of money! This way, the caravan will not lose money."

Zhang Ming sighed, followed the local way of life, and accepted this small gift.

Then he quietly transferred a few more pieces of topaz ore.

After exchanging gifts, the turtles felt at ease and let the giant turtle pull the cart away.

"Goodbye, friends!"

"The mountains are high and the rivers are long, see you later!" Zhang Ming stuffed several pieces of "topaz" ore into the wooden cart.

The giant turtle pulling the truck looked at the wooden cart suspiciously, feeling that there were more and more heavy objects on the cart.

…

The rest of the journey is a little bumpy.

The sky was gray, it rained lightly, and the road was a little muddy.

The ship was driving smoothly on the road, but suddenly there was a "plop" and the tires sank into the mud.

So, from time to time, crew members had to get out of the car and push the ship out of the mud.

Running ten kilometers slowly in one hour will cover one hundred kilometers in ten hours, which is much faster than walking on two legs.

There are countless broken walls and ruins along the way. Even the turtles of Black Iron Village have long said that the situation here is not good, and the caravan has also made a lot of psychological preparations, but bones exposed in the wilderness can be seen everywhere. Still makes people feel sad.

The young people on the boat obviously didn't dare to speak loudly anymore. They just stood on a high place and looked out, chatting from time to time.

Occasionally, they saw large pieces of bones that were suspected to be intelligent creatures. Everyone had no choice but to jump off the ship, dig a big fire pit, and burn the corpses with a fire, which was considered a good deed.

"Mr. Zhang, there seems to be no living person in this village..."

"Fortunately, the sacred objects in the village are still there, and there are still a few houses that are barely intact...but they are barely habitable." Guo Dazhu inspected the small village that was once called "Huangtian Village" and chopped some wood with an axe. Repair the broken door in one of the large rooms.

Then he ordered the young people to take two bags of brown rice and put them into a certain cellar, and then covered a few old clothes at the exit of the cellar.

"Uncle Guo, what are you doing with all this rice?"

Guo Dazhu said: "If there are refugees who are fleeing, they will be able to find these two bags of rice quickly and they will not starve to death in a short time. If you can help a little, please help... It is not easy for everyone."

"Be careful and don't act alone. There must be danger around here."

The young people nodded.

They were a little pity for the two big bags of rice, but no one objected. Food in this era was quite valuable, but it was placed in this uninhabited corner. It was a kind of simple kindness...

Zhang Ming on the other side inspected Huangtian Village's "holy object" - it looked like a piece of milky white jade, with a dense and smooth texture, very tough, like a human figure, about one meter in size.

After sensing the presence of intelligent creatures around it, the jade stone bloomed with a faint light.

Zhang Ming used the Eye of Time and Space to look around a few times and found a light group in the center of the jade. It might be something like a "virtue" stuffed into it by a god: "It's just that the power of this holy object is too weak." , no wonder it couldn’t protect the village, causing all the villagers to be wiped out.”

"Shimama, how can the power of this holy object be restored?"

Shimama, Dr. Xiaobai and Miss Calabash studied the holy object for a while. Shimama said: "This thing should be connected to a certain formation of the earth line. Now that the entire formation is weakened, what do you think? It would be extremely difficult to restore this sacred object alone."

"But this formation seems to use the source of the world as energy. You can use the source of the world to charge it and have a look."

Zhang Ming endured the pain, took out a small bead containing 2 units of the source of the world, and approached the white jade holy object.

Sure enough, this white jade holy object bloomed with milky white light.

It is sucking energy from the source of the world.

"My 2 yuan..." Zhang Ming wailed in pain.

Through the eye of time and space, it can be seen that most of this energy flows underground and is dispersed into a certain large formation that connects the entire burial world.

Only an extremely rare small part was absorbed by this white jade holy object.

2 units of World Source are quite a lot to be honest. An ordinary world may take two years to produce.

But for the entire burial world, it’s just a drop in the bucket.

Zhang Ming felt that his support was of little use.

"Civilizations like Wan Hai have much more money than I do, but they don't support it like this."

We can only give up for now.

However, after absorbing so much of the source of the world, the power of this white jade holy object has indeed restored a lot of vitality. There is no problem in protecting a village in the short term.

"Mr. Zhang, we found the map of the village. There is a larger village not far away. It fell 20 kilometers down the river. How about we go there?" Guo Dazhu just pushed the door in and sensed When I saw the changes in that piece of white jade, I took a deep breath in my heart.

Mr. Zhang is actually able to repair even decayed sacred objects...

What an unprecedented thing!

"Don't be nervous. You need to pay a price to repair this thing. It's impossible to repair the whole world." Zhang Ming simply explained, "Let's go. In that case, let's go to the next village!"

Zhang Ming took a few more pieces of "black jade" ore and threw them on top of the old clothes.

This thing can be used as fuel. If disaster victims really escape and have fuel, clothes, and food, they will really have enough food and clothing in the short term.

The steamer started its engines and this time sailed along a wide river.

The advantage of amphibious boats is that they can basically travel on any mountain road.

After about an hour and sailing more than 20 kilometers, the caravan arrived at a dilapidated village.

There are a few strange creatures in this village that are sallow and skinny and have the body of a sika deer.

They carried pitchforks, hoes, and one deer man held a dead branch in his hand as a self-defense object. When they saw such a large ship passing by, they kept bending down and bowing.

"Master, please give me something to eat! The child hasn't eaten for several days."

This was the first time Zhang Ming met a beggar in this world, and he couldn't help but say: "Don't you know the rules of the caravan: no free gifts, fair trade?"

"Sir, we also know the rules. But we are victims who have escaped from a distant place. We have been fleeing for a month and we have nothing on us." The tall deer man at the head pointed to the children. He didn't even have any clothes, just relying on his thick fur to protect him from the cold.

These guys are really poor.

"I'm not a villager here, I'm just staying here temporarily..."

"When we find a place where we can live, we will double the food and return it to you!"

The young people in the caravan were a little overwhelmed. Guo Dazhu jumped off the boat and sent half a bag of brown rice. These people brought their families, including old people and children. They did not look like bandits. They sent a few more to dry. salted fish.

"Business is hard to do these days, and we don't have many businesses open here. Let the children and the elderly have enough to eat first."

A deer-headed man took the bag of rice and his expression immediately relaxed.

Don't underestimate this bag of rice, which weighs several dozen kilograms. When cooked, it can feed all the victims for several days.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"The Great Mother City of the North."

The tall deer man waved his hand quickly: "We can't go... There was a big disaster in the north, and that's where we escaped!"

"In villages with a radius of hundreds of miles, the holy objects have lost their power. Until here, they only have weak power. Alas, I don't know what happened..."

"What kind of disaster?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Who knows..." the tauren said in annoyance, "The sun in the sky turned into a mixture of scarlet and golden colors and never set again."

"Many people go crazy when they are exposed to the sun's rays."

"But recently, that strange red sun seems to have settled down again, but we can no longer live in that area and keep migrating south..." He kept sighing, facing the endless The disaster of solution, the indigenous people here are really miserable.

Zhang Ming and Shi Mama looked at each other.

"It sounds a bit like a twilight disaster. Tsk tsk, what a coincidence, I met my old enemy here."

"You have to go up and have a look, Zhang Mama, you are so scared."

"Who is afraid? That disaster was actually suppressed. It's amazing...how did you do it?"

Zhang Ming came to the large ancestral hall of this village. Its sacred object was a large bronze tripod. The tripod was decorated with busy and exquisite patterns, depicting the totems and beliefs of the ancient ancestors.

"Mass-produced things have no historical heritage." Shimama said.

The power of the bronze tripod was extremely dim, even weaker than the white jade stone from the previous village.

There is a huge crack in the middle of the tripod, which may break apart at any time.

In this case, Zhang Ming no longer spent the source of the world to repair this thing.

"You can go to Huangtian Village upstream tomorrow, where we have left some supplies."

"The holy white jade there is better than this broken bronze tripod."

These strangers were grateful and promised that they would work hard to pay off this debt after they established themselves in the new village.

Zhang Ming did not refuse their kindness: "I'll pay it back when your life gets better, there's no need to worry..."

…

Under the protection of this bronze tripod, nothing happened overnight.

As dawn came, these strangers kept worshiping the broken bronze cauldron, thanking it for sheltering them all night.

I even left a little bit of living resources and made a mark here.

If there are still disaster victims coming here in the future, they can rely on this resource to support them for a period of time.

Then follow this mark to find a safe place.

Before leaving, the leader of the deer-headed people whispered: "Sir, the north is really dangerous. We only managed to escape with extreme luck. Many people died along the way... This thing is a sacred object in our village. , let’s lend it to you for now. How about we redeem it again after we pay off the debt? We really don’t want to break the rules of the caravan.”

Zhang Ming took a closer look and saw that it was a tattered piece of wood. At first glance, he thought it was garbage picked up on the roadside, but after tasting it carefully, he discovered that it exudes a very restrained "virtue".

But the virtues of wood are somewhat different from the mass-produced "holy objects". There is actually a mysterious artistic conception in the "virtue": the red light of the rising sun shines on the earth, reflecting a lonely figure, who is alone. A person walked quietly on this peaceful land, chasing in the direction of the red sun.

There is only such a little bit of artistic conception.

"This ghost place is really full of treasures, and I don't know who left the virtue..." Zhang Ming happily accepted the gift and turned around and said, "Okay, wait until you have some money. Just come to Qingshi Village to redeem it. I will keep it safe."

Just like that, the two groups of people went in their own directions.

The weeds on the road gradually grew thicker, covering the former gravel road. This direction was indeed inaccessible.

However, this lush vegetation only lasted for about ten kilometers and began to decline rapidly. This phenomenon made everyone wary.

More than three hours later, everyone saw a huge willow tree more than 100 meters high. There was a wooden sign next to the willow tree with several native characters written on it, all in scarlet.

"This is the highest local rule, and everyone must abide by it." Guo Dazhu immediately became vigilant, licked his dry lips, and said, "There is a line written on it: Anyone who sees a willow tree should worship immediately and break off a section. Willow branches tied around the head.”

"Uncle Guo, everyone here is dead, do the local rules still apply?"

"If it doesn't apply, you can only believe it. Otherwise, what else can you do?" Guo Dazhu jumped down, led the young people to jump off the ship, lit three sticks of incense, worshiped devoutly, and chanted something unique to the local area. Some words of worship.

Then he broke a willow branch and tied it to his head.

A strange thing happened. At the moment when the willow branch was broken, everyone actually heard a sharp howl coming from the willow tree, which seemed to have a hint of crying.

"Ugh!" The cry was so harsh that it made people's scalp numb.

Immediately afterwards, blood-like juice flowed from the broken part. The juice flowed drop by drop on the ground, and the surrounding soil also had a hint of blood smell.

In an unfamiliar place, such inexplicable situations are most taboo.

Especially since all the creatures in this area are dead, there is no one who can ask questions.

But at this moment, it is difficult to get off the tiger, so we must either turn around and run away, or we must believe in the rules here.

Guo Dazhu looked at Lao Zhang who was standing aside.

Zhang Ming looked at the big willow tree. It obviously had some supernatural power, and the shape of the soul was a bit weird, not like a pure big willow tree.

He couldn't tell what this mysterious power was.

The water in the Burial Realm is very deep. Although Zhang Ming is a brave man, he does not dare to be careless. If he looks around with the eyes of time and space, he will suffer backlash at any time.

The all-powerful Gourd Lady quickly analyzed the corresponding situation: [This bright red juice can absorb the life force of surrounding creatures... You see, most of the surrounding weeds are good and bad, and they should have been absorbed by this big willow tree. Carrying a willow branch on your head will also draw out your life force. 】

[As for the scream, I don’t know what it was... maybe it was to scare people? 】

“Will this willow branch directly cause death?”

[Probably not in the short term. 】

"Then it would be better to tie the willow branch to your head."

Because many seemingly weird rules are actually used to circumvent the rules of the devil.

If you don't comply, you will be attacked by the power of the devil and die instantly.

"We keep moving forward."

Now that the general leader gave the order, the caravans in Qingshi Village relaxed and each one broke off a section of willow branches and tied them around their waists.

Even the two newly added bears were no exception. Some of them broke off a willow branch with numbness.

"Hey!" The big willow tree screamed.

"Ah! Ah!" Monokuma trembled, his mouth opened wide, and he almost dropped the willow branch on the ground.

Monokuma was thinking, can I hide in the space props? The indigenous people want to get local business experience, but we bear people don't have this idea. I just want to leave this ghost place!

"You're such a big guy, why are you so timid?" Shimama jumped on the panda's head and bounced wildly, beating the panda until it howled "Wow!"

"The fat meat on your body looks delicious and will definitely attract a lot of monsters."

Monokuma flattered him: "Lord Shimama, please protect me. I am a good cook. I can serve as a consultant for you, and I can also work part-time to make money."

"Um!"

It feels really good to raise subordinates. Shimama experienced the joy of the Dragon Turtle. The Dragon Turtle raised a group of sea lions, and it directly raised a bear!

The caravan did not linger around the big willow tree for too long. It had to find its next foothold before the sun set.

Otherwise, you have to face the "ghosts" of the night, which are attacks by regular monsters.

Most of the rule monsters here are demon anchors. Even Zhang Ming, a brave and powerful man with great skills, is not willing to face it rashly...

As the steamer continued forward, the weeds withered in large tracts, and the road conditions actually improved.

Except for the large crooked willow trees that can be seen from time to time, the place is terrifyingly deserted, without any living creatures, and the flowers, plants and trees are withered in large areas.

Not even the sound of insects.

Zhang Ming frowned. He found a trace of life breath being absorbed by the willow branches on his head. In just a short while, they swelled to the thickness of a thumb like blood-sucking leeches, and would twist twice from time to time.

With the gradual loss of blood, the villagers in the caravan were obviously unable to bear this strange situation. Each of them had a sallow complexion and leaned against the wall, losing the strength to even speak.

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(PS: There are some issues. I will take a day off tomorrow to sort out the subsequent plot.)