Chapter 35: I made a decision that went against my ancestors
"Go and work as a worker~"
The big corpse brother struggled to crawl into the crack with his huge body and brought the bones up one by one.
In less than two weeks, Li Cang has already established a deep emotional foundation with Brother Da Shi and cannot live without him.
The more outrageous the hard and dirty work, the more he felt that the original coin was worth it——
Isn’t this better than changing to a bigger elbow?
Two corpses, three walking corpses.
After thinking about it, he asked the big corpse brother to take the human corpse to the edge of the floating island and throw it down.
"Don't be surprised, you two. The conditions are simple during the emergency. It's really a bit hasty. But the bottom is full of lava anyway. It can be considered a high-power cremation. Let's go all the way."
Back on the island, Li Cang threw the old man aside and thought about the food.
Brother Big Corpse doesn't need to eat. He is sent to three floating islands to collect the broken limbs of walking corpses. Isn't it just enough for ten walking corpses? I'll put it together for you.
After a long while, Li Cang held an old bowl of white rice and half a plate of fried rape leaves worth $1.50 and chicken sausage that was half a month away from its shelf life. He squatted outside the threshold and started eating.
He's having a hard life...
Every meal consists of green vegetable leaves and porridge. After so many days together, the instant noodles cooked on the giant floating island barely tasted like meat...
While eating, I casually browsed through the posts on the prayer forum, which made him curse:
"Holy shit, there's a 100*350 floating island right up there? There's still a fish pond on such a small island. It's terrible. Grilled fish, stewed fish, boiled fish, steamed fish, what do you dislike there!"
"This one is more exaggerated, pig farm? Braised pork?"
"ε=(′ο｀*))), these guys really don't want to be human anymore..."
Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born as cows and horses.
Even if this kind of cyberpunk disaster in which the earth turns into an egg and splits apart is no exception, the starting point of the survivors can still be said to be in the sky and on the earth.
How much is a pound worth fairly?
For example, Li Cang has been guarding an 8*8 island until now.
Look at the braised pork guy above. He brought half a mountain and a small pig farm with him right from the start. He kills pigs and sheep and picks mushrooms every day. He has gained 8 pounds, and he still doesn’t know what a walking corpse looks like.
Here~
We are really playing the same earth online??
At least Li Cang has survived, and a sustainable development strategy is also on the agenda.
There are also some survivors who are even more unlucky, guarding a small floating island of more than ten or twenty square meters where even a root of grass cannot grow. They can only hold on to life-saving straws.
Posting the same thing, I ended up dying of thirst and starvation.
Of course, such posts have become rare in recent days, and the vast majority of survivors who can still post have found their own way of survival.
As soon as the highly popular post about the Disaster Relief Base came out, survivors began to report coordinates to each other in the forum in an attempt to perform regional matching——
With little success.
When there is internet, signal, trains, high-speed rails, planes and ships, the earth is truly a global village and there is nothing wrong with it.
But now that they are like this, they realize that the earth is really too big. We, our floating islands, are not even bacteria and viruses compared to our mother planet.
Just like the Goguryeo natives immigrating to Siberia, they can travel around the country by taking a taxi and then go to eleven time zones where everyone can talk. Is this such a contrast to the lives of ordinary people?
Anyway, Li Cang has never seen the cost of the navigation path in the post be less than three digits...
At this stage, after using up all your strength and wishing you could sacrifice your own mother, you can only save a few coins. Who is willing to spend it on this?
Poverty makes it difficult for people to move forward, and the end of the world will not change this rule.
One thing is a good sign, however. More and more people have discovered that the posts they post will generate income based on the number of views, so survival strategies and life-saving tips are everywhere, and these posts take up almost half of the page.
The kind of pure Versailles posts that solemnly talk about the size of the floating island, what kind of resources it has, how to develop it, how many supplies to store, what to eat and drink every day, etc., are already hard to win eyeballs.
Usually whenever it shows up, the reply is basically like this,
"Can you give me some food?"
"Is there something for you to drink?"
"Do you have any ideas to help everyone?"
"None of them? Then tell me~"
A typical person would give 10 points to someone but not 0 points. From being a licker per capita to being a master of C language, only a few strategy posts are required.
Li Cang is the master of the old strategy post. My hands started to itch after looking at the posts one after another. After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that my situation has nothing to do with everyone else...
Just write down the corpse brother, the chain crossbow, and some other active processing device for alienated life and life-like remains. Can someone else build it?
Definitely not.
Do you want to write the story that I have to tell about me and my placenta?
"emmm..."
It's quite bald, which brings me sadness.
Close the forum and get back to work.
"Roar~"
The thin old zombie who was tied into a rice dumpling stared at him and his bowl with his mouth wide open, his mouth watering like a river.
Li Cang kicked the stump of a walking corpse and hit it in the face. He didn't want Bi Lian to say anything dirty.
"Yo?"
"Are you hungry too?"
"Do you want to eat first or me first?"
Click click click...
What responded to him was the sound of gnawing bones.
"You and others like you won't be spared... uh..."
The progress bar of Li Cang's cooking froze.
Only one absurd and funny idea from a tricky angle echoed in my mind:
"It even has meat to eat!"
"I can't get through this day!"
etc...
After a while, Brother Zhi finished collecting the broken limbs and severed arms of the walking corpses on the three islands. What if he still can't get ten?
Do I have to keep this one alive?
Fatten it up and then feed it to the barracks?
The behavior of raising walking corpses must be somewhat perverted...
Is this a job that carbon-based organisms can do?!
As soon as his rice bowl was thrown away and he stopped eating, Li Cang began to look after the walking corpses on the island.
The previous batch of intact limbs were all piled in the pile of corpses. They were judged by the prayer coins to be a whole body and could no longer be separated.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable. If only a few of them had been released at that time, the active devices would have been created by now...
Big Corpse Brother ran back and forth more than a dozen times and brought back the broken limbs, broken arms, broken bones, etc. of the walking corpse and piled them into a small hill on Li Cang's floating island.
"There must be ten of them with this amount of meat, right?" Li Cang muttered, "Why should I say the word meat... ugh..."
Wave your hand to summon a prayer coin:
"Prayer: Modify the active device for the treatment of alienated life and life-like remains"
[The material strength and quantity meet the standards, and the prayer is fulfilled. This creation is dangerous and requires a payment of 10.1 destiny coins]
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It’s another hard day after arriving home.
Thank you to the helmsman who was tipped by a reader of Unfettered Operator. The tip is the cutest thing.
Ahem, let’s put it in the account first. I’m sure I won’t have time to update it today. I’ll wait for my reply.
