Zhang Shuxun's outstretched hand froze, and his expression turned strange, "You mean... they have claws?"
Zhang Haike showed a smile full of wisdom and said: "On the way to the Snake Temple, those murals gave us the answer from the beginning."
"Then why hasn't mine changed?" Zhang Zhuoxun looked at his hands over and over again, puzzled.
This change in the direction of the species made him slightly uncomfortable, and also worried about facing the unknown.
He has not transformed after being soaked in the egg for so long, except that his sense of smell has become very sensitive. The advantage is that it is easier to receive the information transmitted by pheromones.
From the current point of view, this change does not seem to have a negative impact on the established plan. In short, there is no harm.
Could it be that this change is based on the current needs of oneself to select the evolutionary part?
"Maybe you're not used to it yet?" Zhang Haike thought.
Zhang Haike also knew little about this. The person he had met had failed to hatch for the second time. She had already experienced an incomplete evolution. The most obvious change was her eyes.
Regardless of the age of the selected person, they are all called young before hatching.
But after all, Zhang Haike was an outsider. He only had a brief contact and could not understand him more deeply, because the exposure of secrets is often followed by disaster.
No matter how strong a tribe is, it will eventually be unable to avoid decline, natural disasters, or man-made disasters, just like the Zhang family that once flourished.
And that person only mentioned that this change varies from person to person. The rule their family abides by is "survival of the evolved". Only snake species that have experienced the first successful hatching will receive resources and strive to obtain
The ancestral tree’s recognition.
However, this rule no longer works. After a rebellion five hundred years ago, the surviving young species that can be successfully activated without any setbacks are basically only one in ten thousand, very rare and very rare. Found one
, they all wished they could offer it up like the horn bones of their ancestors and raise them carefully.
Although it was useless in the end, otherwise such an exclusive family would not have been reduced to the point where it could not even save its own ancestral tree. It had to rely on the power of foreigners to barely maintain its slow decline. In the end, it was just a desperate attempt to repair a broken bowstring.
Just struggling.
Thinking of this, Zhang Haike couldn't help but feel a little sad on his face, but he quickly calmed down.
Although it was only a short moment, Zhang Zhuxun still keenly noticed that something was wrong with his emotions, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Haike shook his head and said, "It's not yet time. Telling you now will only increase your worries."
However, he still gave Zhang Chuxun a more reliable answer to the previous question, "Perhaps the change is subtle and affected by external factors. This change is still ongoing and may last for a long time.
You meet the next opportunity to evolve."
Zhang Zhuoxun stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "The old friend you mentioned who is related to snakes, what is her last name?"
Zhang Haike turned his head slightly to look at him. Warm red light came through the hole behind him, illuminating the right half of Zhang Zhuxun's face clearly.
"Her... surname is She."
"What's it called?" Zhang Zhu asked.
"You will know later."
Zhang Haike laughed as if sighing, "You have forgotten too many things."
Zhang Zhuxun was a little speechless. He also knew that his memory of his early years was incomplete and even a little confused.
At this moment, he noticed some very complicated emotions from Zhang Haike, and seemed to be aware of it, "Don't you find it strange that I look like this?"
"You should look like this." Zhang Haike's tone was determined, as if he had already confirmed something.
Hearing this, Zhang Zhuoxun raised his eyebrows, "Why do you say that? Is it because of Zhang Hai Temple or because of the old friend named She."
Zhang Haike hissed and looked at him with a headache, "Smart children sometimes pretend to be stupid to be lovable."
Zhang Zhuoxun rolled his eyes, "A pleasant old man shouldn't hide his words."
After that, he leaned forward and dived into the dark cave ahead.
"Old man? Are you talking about me?"
Zhang Haike opened his mouth and pointed at himself in disbelief, his peaceful expression cracked, "I'm an old man?!"
"Hurry up and follow, I can smell Wu Xie and the others." Zhang Zhuoxun's voice came slowly, with a faint smile.
Zhang Haike chased after him for a few steps, bending down to avoid the protruding and blunted stone edges on the top. He murmured, "Let me tell you, there is some truth in some common sayings that have been passed down to this day."
, such as the saying that if you don’t listen to your elders, you will suffer losses for several years.”
"Really?" Zhang Zhuxun responded nonchalantly. After turning the corner, four or five forks suddenly appeared in front of him.
Zhang Haike crouched and moved a few steps, straightened up slightly and looked forward from his shoulder. He suddenly felt happy and added: "The elders sometimes stare at him, where are we going?"
Zhang Zhuxun closed his eyes, "...wait a moment, let me feel it."
In half of the many holes in front, there are familiar scent molecules. They are very rare, stay very short, and flow through the air from relatively far away.
It seems that some of these caves will eventually lead to the same place. Wu Xie and Fatty passed there, and it didn't take long.
The two of them were in relatively intense emotions at the time, leaving behind a shallow and strongly directed scent group, which drifted here and formed several blurry dotted arrows. Zhang Chuxun needed to find the clearest one among them.
"Go left..." Zhang Zhuxun opened his eyes. As soon as he finished speaking, the air behind him suddenly swayed.
Zhang Zhu didn't look back, he reached out his hand like lightning and directly pinned the cold light with his fingertips. In an instant, a thin layer of thin film-like scales appeared on the surface of the skin from the back of his hand to his forearm.
In the invisible cave, the scales glowed faintly with silver, exuding a light sparkle like water waves.
Zhang Shuxun didn't realize it at first, so he turned around and asked Zhang Haike unhappily, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Haike didn't answer, he just stared at his hands, exuding "shocked" emotions that couldn't be captured by the human eye.
"..." Zhang Zhu lowered his head after realizing it, and the fingers holding the blade of the knife unconsciously exerted force. The front end of the scales between the fingers swelled slightly, squeezing the blade, and with a crisp "biu" sound, the dagger blade broke into pieces.
Two pieces.
"Fuck!" Zhang Zhuxun was startled. He quickly retracted his hand and touched his fingertips. It was still the soft and normal skin with thin calluses. "It's gone."
He was very sure that he had seen nothing wrong and was not dazzled.
If his night vision and perception were correct, then the only problem was his own.
Zhang Haike let out a long breath, held the short half of the dagger and shook it, "It seems that your evolution this time is not only related to information perception, but also related to body surface defense."