Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"how come……"

Meng Chaoxin said, didn't I get blown into the tiankeng by the shock wave of the long-range bombing?

Why leap from a bed that was clearly designed for humans in a room that seemed so... "normal"?

Even if the mysterious human town that the "piranha" team saw was directly below where they landed, they should have hit the street or the roof, smashed a hole in the roof, and then fell on the bed.

Naturally there are no holes in the ceiling.

And, what about the injury?

Stabbed by vines covered with thorns and venom, burned by flames, internally injured by shock waves, and bruised from falling from a high altitude, even the steel and iron bones he wrapped with spiritual energy would shift his internal organs and bruise his body. .

But Meng Chao stretched out his arms, only to find that all the wounds had scabbed over.

The internal injuries that were painful just now have all turned into dull pain, as if a long time has passed and the injury is about to heal.

It's been a long time...

Meng Chao shook his head vigorously, suddenly becoming uncertain.

Not sure if I just fell out of the sky, or if I've been lying in this room for so long that I had a vivid nightmare and just woke up from it.

Memory seems to be faulty.

It was as if someone had inserted a black partition into his brain, disrupting his perception of time.

His clothes also changed.

Meng Chao remembered that when he fell into the tiankeng, he was wearing a nano-combat suit and soft armor equipped with tactical leather rails, and a large number of weapons, communication and detection instruments were attached to it.

Now, he put on a robe made of monster fur.

The pure black monster fur is light and soft, without any variegation.

Even in Dragon City, they are quite rare treasures.

It doesn't look like an industrial product sewn on an assembly line, but rather a handicraft sewn stitch by stitch with a sewing machine.

As Meng Chao thought about it, he saw a sewing machine in the corner.

He was slightly taken aback.

In the era when resources were scarce in Longcheng, water and electricity were scarce, sewing machines were indeed popular for a while.

But the style of this sewing machine is even older.

It is similar to the products of the 20th century that Meng Chao participated in the cultural activity of "Remembering the Earth" in the Blue Homeland.

Overall, this room is also full of the twentieth century style of the earth age, even a little older.

Meng Chao raised his eyes and didn't see too many traces of industrial civilization.

It can be seen from the detachable oil lamps embedded on the wall that electricity is very precious here, or even something that is not available at all.

But the mattress under him was unexpectedly soft and warm.

Meng Chao finely twirled a tuft of golden down from the corner of the mattress.

It is the fluff of "golden-tailed swallow", and its insulation and fluffy effect is dozens of times higher than that of goose down of the same weight, but it needs the fluff of hundreds of golden-tailed swallows to fill such a quilt.

In Dragon City, such a luxury can only be enjoyed by wealthy children from the nine major cultivation families, and it is incompatible with the simple to monotonous painting style in the room.

"What exactly is this place?"

Meng Chao murmured to himself, then turned around and inspected the bed frame carefully.

The bed frame adopts a pure wooden mortise and tenon structure, and there is no trace of industrial manufacturing except that the key parts are reinforced with iron nails.

Meng Chao didn't even feel that the iron nails embedded in the wood were produced on an industrialized assembly line.

Because with the delicate perception unique to the reaper, he rubbed the cap of each iron nail carefully, and felt the unique hand-polished traces.

In addition to the wooden bed and oil lamp, there is a wardrobe and a desk in the room.

It was also hand-made and polished. Meng Chao rubbed it for a long time, but he didn't feel any traces of industrial manufacturing.

In the closet were several sets of gowns made of monster fur, and some whitewashed T-shirts and jeans.

It's a little strange that these monster furs are obviously top-grade without any blemishes. There are a few furs of nightmare beasts with no variegation or scars. They can be sold for a lot of money in Dragon City, and only extraordinary people can afford to wear them. .

Here, they are placed casually, even crumpled up and piled up in the corner.

And those T-shirts and jeans, which seem to be decades old, have been washed as thin as onion wings and even riddled with holes, but they seem to be regarded as treasures by the owner, and they are carefully spread out and stored in large flat wooden boxes. inside.

Meng Chao was a little puzzled.

No matter the clothing industry or the most basic metal forging such as making iron nails, there is not much technical content.

Even in the most difficult time in Dragon City, it is not possible to treat a few bad T-shirts as treasures.

What are the values ​​here?

There were not many clues to be found in the desk either.

A "book" made of spiritualized plant leaves similar to banana leaves was dried and then sewn with plant fibers, containing hundreds of mutated butterfly specimens. This is the most valuable discovery.

Because there are hundreds of butterfly specimens, including very rare gems such as "flash butterfly" and "ghost butterfly".

Although these insect monsters do not have strong attack power, they have extremely keen intuition.

Long before man approached, it would dance, disappear without a trace in the glittering phosphorous powder.

Dragon City's insect monster experts worked hard, but it was difficult to catch these light, slender, and alert mutated butterflies.

But the owner here casually piled them up on the desk together with some toys polished by monster bones.

In the bottom drawer of the desk, Meng Chao found a laptop.

Before he was happy for three seconds, he found out that the laptop was broken.

No, "bad" is not quite the right word.

Judging from the style and appearance, this is a notebook from the earth age. It has been produced for at least half a century. Most of the parts have been oxidized and rusted, the battery has been burned through by acid, and the screen has even peeled off.

It is "end of life", without the slightest possibility or value of restoration, it is only regarded as a souvenir by the owner.

But it was the only industrial artifact in the entire room.

Wait, Meng Chao's heart skipped a beat and he went to look at the sewing machine in the corner.

Sure enough, this is also an industrial product of the earth age.

After far more than half a century of wind and frost, many parts are severely worn.

The owner, however, maintained it carefully with a very precious monster oil that smelled so fragrant, and promptly replaced those structures that couldn't be maintained with new parts.

But the originals are industrially made, and the replacements are hand-polished, so it's like...

The monster materials here are worthless.

But it has lost the ability to build a large industrial assembly line.

"Today is another fine day with gentle wind and bright sunshine!"

A cheerful female voice suddenly sounded from the corner.

Meng Chao was taken aback.

With a wave of his hand, he used spiritual power to lift the animal skin covering the corner of the wall, only to find a huge birdcage hanging there.

Inside is a bird monster with gorgeous hair like a macaw, but a naive figure like an owl.

This is "Parrot".

A very well-developed vocal organ that can simulate the sounds of various monsters to court mates and scare away natural enemies.

"Today's wind is gentle and the sun is shining. Like every day in the past, it is the best day for gathering and hunting!"

The animal skin was lifted, and the cat-headed parrot came alive, dancing, singing and dancing, "Besides, today is the most lively 'Harvest Festival' in Taoyuan Town, friends in Taoyuan Town, everyone, get ready, let's sing and dance, don't get drunk Are you gone?"

"..."

Meng Chao knew that the parrot was very smart and could imitate human pronunciation.

But I didn't know that the parrot is so smart that it can speak long and logical sentences.

This is just parroting.

Or was there some kind of... information relayed to Meng Chao through the parrot's brain and vocal organs?

Meng Chao stared at the parrot.

The cat-headed parrot rolled its emerald-like cat eyes, looked at Meng Chao without blinking, and suddenly laughed like a human being.

It dances happily in the cage.

I don't feel depressed and wronged because I am restrained.

A brightly colored feather fell down, drawing Meng Chao's sight to the Gold Tooth Blood Knife and Phantom Blade covered in animal skin.

Meng Chao hooked his fingers.

The two sabers and chains were attracted by the magnetic field and flew back into his hand.

The chains were wound around the arms, and the resonance of blood and runes gradually awakened the dormant power, giving him a sense of security in being fully armed.

Only then did he have the confidence to face the only window in the room, which was covered with thick animal skins, but still glowed with thousands of golden lights.

Swish!

Meng Chao took a deep breath and tore away the animal skin blocking the window.

His eyes were instantly pricked by ten thousand golden needles.

After more than ten seconds, the vision gradually recovered.

I found that the parrot was right. It really was a good day with blue sky, white clouds, bright sunshine and gentle wind.

In fact, Meng Chao had never seen such a clear, blue, jewel-like dome-like sky in Dragon City.

Even half a year ago, when the beast horde was completely defeated and most of the fog that shrouded Dragon City was dispelled, there was still a faint layer of haze floating in the sky, as if a bleak filter had been inserted.

The world here seems to be ten times brighter and fuller than Dragon City.

Every fluffy cloud is so full that it looks like milk is about to flow down.

The sun was more like knocking over a golden dye vat, and the golden paint flowed from the sky to the ground, much more brilliant than the big and red sun in Dragon City.

Under such a bright sky, Meng Chao was once again stunned by everything he could see.

He mouthed an exclamation with a dirty word, and couldn't believe his eyes.