The world enters the age of myth

Lu Yiming felt a little embarrassed. He was an old virgin discussing sperm donation with his parents. It was indeed... a bit embarrassing...

The text on the phone screen again displayed: "Let's forget about this matter and consult a doctor."

My mother quickly said: "I've already asked. Although your body is very fragile, there is still no problem in taking sperm. If a period of time passes, the activity of the sperm will decrease and it will no longer be so healthy. So this matter cannot be delayed. .”

Sperm stored in the vagina can generally survive for 3 months, but the quality of the sperm will slowly decrease as time goes by. Generally speaking, sperm 3-7 days after production is the healthiest and most suitable for fertility.

Lu Yiming's current body is paralyzed in all aspects. Not to mention that he has become a eunuch, he is actually no longer able to produce normal sperm... The sperm in his body now are actually produced before.

If the activity of sperm stored in the uterus slowly disappears, maybe he will never have offspring again...

So his parents thought it would be better to take it out as soon as possible.

After learning about this problem, Lu Yiming could understand the mood of his parents, but this kind of thing, well, it's a bit strange when you think about it... It's really weird.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Ye Qingqing stood behind and eavesdropped. She didn't know why, but she was blushing a little.

It's really... embarrassing, and it's impossible to let her be a surrogate...

"I'll think about it again and consider it... Don't be so anxious, and don't randomly look for girls to be surrogates." Lu Yiming thought about it carefully and did not reject the request directly.

To put it bluntly, what the parents did was right.

He knew that his physical condition was not as optimistic as he imagined. If he really only had a dozen days left to live, it would be appropriate to leave some hope to his parents.

After all, his parents are so old that they no longer have the ability to have children again. People of the older generation always have a strong desire to continue the incense...

Lu Yiming is not sure that he can completely cure himself through the "ticket". According to current statistics, the mortality rate is as high as 96%...

"If you really die, it's good to leave some hope for your parents."

According to this idea, his attitude towards sperm donation has become much more relaxed.

Seeing that he was a little hesitant, his mother did not force him: "Okay, think about it carefully. We will come to visit you after get off work tomorrow evening."

In this way, these relatives visited for an hour. The head of the family chatted for a while and left the room.

The intensive care unit is under the care of specialized nurses and does not require the help of relatives.

In the next few hours, there will be visits from comrades and colleagues...

They looked at each other in silence, people are born, old, sick and die. Everyone has seen death a lot and has some immunity, but this time it is Lu Yiming's turn...

"If you really die, the road ahead will be even more difficult..."

Zhong Peng offered his beloved game console: "I'll let you play it for a few days, don't break it, buddy."

"Haha, thanks. Just when I was bored, the game console came to my door." Lu Yiming replied on his mobile phone, fully enjoying the special treatment as a patient.

Zhong Peng kept sighing, scratching his hair and scratching his neck, looking a little impatient.

"You can't die, don't worry! Why are you looking so bad?"

"As long as you say this!" Liu Xuwei chuckled, "Don't die, Lao Lu... Hippopotamus! Hippopotamus!"

Liu Xuwei imitated the voice of the little ceramic man and started shouting randomly, making it sound like he was awesome. Lu Yiming was so embarrassed that he almost had cancer.

Shi Dayong had a stern face. Although he had experienced the horrific ticket incident, he really had no memory now and could not give any advice: "I really can't remember whether it is the main god's space. It seems like There is a mysterious force that erases the memory..."

After a while, he said again: "We have already discussed it. It is not convenient for you to move like this now. It is really difficult to go to the main god space to perform tasks. Guo Weiqiang is willing to accompany you to complete the task. He is voluntary and You go together, don’t have any psychological burden.”

Lu Yiming looked at Guo Weiqiang, who was standing behind him, almost touching the ceiling.

This big man is 2.3 meters tall and has a lot of tendons.

When he heard his name, Guo Weiqiang smiled "hehehe" twice, and said a little honestly: "Lijun, anyway, I don't have any relatives on this big ship, and I don't have too many regrets. You still have to save this life." Coming back."

"...So I'll follow you. Don't mind, it's okay if you die!"

Lu Yiming lay on the bed in a daze for a while. It would be a good thing to have someone to accompany him.

But from a rational level, two people challenging such a high mortality rate is equivalent to two people generously dying together, so that he didn't know what to say...

Guo Weiqiang can be regarded as a soldier he has led for a long time. Being able to voluntarily accompany him to participate in such a dangerous activity is indeed... touching.

Lu Yiming's eyes were red and he tried hard not to shed tears.

Sometimes, true love can only be seen in times of adversity...

"Don't be pretentious, it's decided! Come back alive!" Shi Dayong waved his hand at the end.

After the visits to these comrades-in-arms, there were visits from some distant relatives. These relatives are all normal people. Although they will not say that they will take care of them "for the rest of their lives," they will still do it with the proper etiquette.

Lu Yiming deeply felt the importance of "ritual".

Whether you really care or not is actually not too important. The most important thing is the "ritual".

In this way, after everyone's visit was completed, the room became quiet for a while...

It's so quiet.

Suddenly I'm not used to it.

Lu Yiming is like an old man who is dying, longing for more company.

When death is approaching little by little and there are only the last few hundred hours left in life, what should we do?

This is a very complex topic. Some people will stay with their loved ones until the last minute; some people will experience things they usually dare not do; and some people will smash, smash, loot and burn to vent their inner beast desires.

But now, Lu Yiming seemed to know the answer: he didn't want to do anything.

He had no special desires or emotions. He was just like a robot, staring blankly at the ceiling for dozens of minutes.

Maybe it’s because I have experienced too many dangers, but now I feel a little ordinary and have no desires or desires...

It would be better if someone could accompany me.

Under the impact of the current, the Sea of ​​Clouds slowly adjusted a small angle. A beam of sunlight shone in from the window and hit his face, making it warm.

Lu Yiming used his mind to control a metal plate and gently inserted it under his pillow. The metal plate exerted a slight force, causing his head to move slightly in one direction, which allowed him to see the world outside the window clearly.

"Zizzi!"

The sound of wheels cutting wood sounded in the distance.

Very busy, Unkai is really busy. There are more than two thousand people working on the deck, and workers are busy rebuilding the infrastructure on the deck.

Everyone has his or her own life, whether it is sadness or joy; everyone has his or her own story, whether it is a captivating song or plain and simple, just a running account.

"As long as you don't give up, you still have a chance."

A voice suddenly sounded from his heart, bringing him back to the human world from an ethereal state.

"Yes, there is still a chance. I'm not dead yet!" Lu Yiming murmured in his heart.

After admiring the workers at work for a while, it was boring to be idle anyway, so Lu Yiming simply put his mind into his mobile phone and visited the little ceramic figures.

This guy, who had been so imposing for a few minutes, seemed to have run out of energy and was lying on the table like a dead dog.

It looked even more tattered, with most of the ceramic shards on its body missing, so that the remaining parts could no longer maintain its human shape. Only one head was still intact, and even a large piece of the teeth was missing.

The loss of a lot of energy made Hong Mama obviously not as full of vitality as usual.

When the little ceramic man saw Lu Yiming coming in, he could only barely raise his head and said in surprise: "Hippo?"

It looked a little surprised, because Lu Yiming's condition should have caused him to die immediately.

He is actually still alive.

Hong Mama looked a little happy.

"Hello, I'm not dead yet."

"Why!"

The two of them said hello, and then the little ceramic man closed his eyes for a moment, resting his mind.

According to its past temper, as long as it has a little strength, it will get up and mutter. Looking like this now, he must have no energy left at all.

"Hmm...am I still in the shape of a human being in the mobile phone space? This should be the so-called soul state..." Lu Yiming moved his light body. Although it was still a bit inconvenient, he was able to move a few times. , better than total paralysis.

"It seems that if Hong Mama helps, she will indeed suffer serious backlash..."

Lu Yiming felt a little sorry, but he couldn't help much. He could only ask: "Hey, wake up? I have a question for you. Can I be cured through that ticket?"

"?"

"Ticket, do you understand? Ticket! I'll find a picture and show it to you."

Hong Mama began to mutter nonstop, "Ouch, ow, ow, ow," and after listening for a long time, Lu Yiming finally understood the general meaning.

The ceramic villain is the real owner of the disaster, so it is in trouble now and may not be able to help Lu Yiming in the future.

The disaster that happened to Lu Yiming was just the aftermath of the possession, and there was indeed a possibility of improvement.

As for what is behind this ticket, it may involve a special existence in the "underworld".

"How powerful is this special existence? Is it as powerful as you?"

The little ceramic man shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

As for what the underworld is, it can't tell clearly, it just has some vague memories.

Just hearing the term "Yin World", Lu Yiming swallowed and had a not-so-good premonition. He won't fight with some monsters again.

"Is the so-called Yin world a more idealistic world?"

"Is there still a Yang World? Is the Yang World we are in now?"

The little ceramic man kept silent and just stared in a daze.