The clan leader stared at the galaxy at the bottom of the pelvis, and his thoughts unconsciously sank into his memory. It was a long time ago, but it was as clear as goose bumps on his skin, and you could see it as soon as you look down.

The reason why an outsider is not afraid of death is that he will never change his evaluation in his life.

People in the city want to go out, but people outside the city want to come in. What they mean is the comparison between humans in the Dark Continent and humans in the Six Continents.

Their clan seeks to survive here. Even longer ago, humans wanted to fly over the vast ocean and go to the dream holy land, but there were only one [Noah's Ark], and only so many people could go.

It doesn’t matter whether it is an interesting story or a myth. Although it has been many years since the last time I met an outsider, I have encountered it again now, which means that the human beings in the [safety zone] have not given up returning to the dangerous place.

Therefore, you are not afraid of death.

The little bugs of memories were aroused and then flooded, perhaps because they lived too long.

The clan leader sighed, his eyes moved, and subconsciously fell on the stone box.

That person gave him this [hope], but he did not use it all, leaving more than half of it.

He thought that such a precious thing should be left behind, without considering whether [hope] will wither, and if it will be useless after it wither.

He didn't think so much.

The thoughts that were flooding were interrupted by a sentence.

"What's the use of this?"

Luo's eyes sink into the dazzling galaxy. He touched Fosun Stone, but Baiyan only gave a name. I think this universal identification system must admit defeat when encountering the dark continent.

The beard on the corner of the patriarch's mouth shook and said with a smile: "Fosun Stone can make water more, but it will take some time."

The loner used to ask him to drink special water. At that time, he didn't expect to leave a little as seeds, and people would basically not fall twice in the same place, so this time he took a sip and stopped it, and then wanted Fosun Stone to increase the special water.

What he mentioned should be explained by liquid, after all, it is wine rather than water.

Hearing the effect of Fosun Stone, Luo's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately thought of the Sanyuan Water among the five kinds of hopes.

Humans from the six continents have entered the Dark Continent many times, and each time they have returned home in a crushing defeat before a strange disaster.

There are five types of [disasters] known to mankind, and five types of [hope].

Disasters and hope come together, and where there is disaster, there will be hope.

Only by paying countless lives with the hope information that mankind will always maintain a covetous desire for the dangerous dark continent.

The known hopes are the unmanned stones that can generate electricity in water, the vanilla that can cure all diseases, the longevity food of Nitolomi, the three raw water that can become all liquid liquid, and the alchemy plant called Metalion with unknown functions.

No matter which kind of hope has a great effect on improving the current situation of human beings, but human beings have entered the Dark Continent several times and have never successfully brought back a kind of hope.

Sanyuan water can become the raw liquid of all liquids, such as oil called industrial blood. If Sanyuan water is obtained, humans may not have to worry about oil extraction.

Compared with Sanyuan Water, according to the patriarch, Fosun Stone can increase water, which sounds even more powerful than Sanyuan Water on the surface, but the target range of Sanyuan Water is all liquids, and Fosun Stone is not necessarily the case.

After all, the biggest difference between the two is the increase and blending.

“I have a lot of problems.”

Luo's eyes moved away from the starlight at the bottom of the pelvic floor and fell on the patriarch.

The patriarch looked around the tribe members who were looking around and said, "But you have to fill the belly of these bastards first."

Luo Wenyan looked around and rubbed his forehead a few times. Those eager gazes were really unavoidable.

So Luo temporarily stranded the problem and focused on making slate barbecue.

Even if there is no sun in the underground caves hidden hundreds of meters deep underground, the human biological clock is fixed and there will still be differences between day and night.

At night.

The meat feast dispersed, and everyone from the clan returned to their nest with satisfaction.

Luo also returned to the house he was arranged, and in addition to Besiegi and Dongba, he also had more patriarchs.

There is no hot tea, only monkey wine.

Fosun Stone takes a while to increase the wine, so this reed pot is still provided by Luo. When the patriarch drinks the wine, he sips like a woman, for fear that he will drink all the wine in the glass if he accidentally sips too much.

"You've seen outsiders." Luo asked the first question.

Because Zhu clan called them outsiders, Luo put this identity on his inquiry.

The patriarch sat on the ground, raised his eyebrows and looked at Luo, and replied, "Twice, the first time was four hundred years ago, a team of less than a hundred people. At that time, I gave them some help. The second time was more than one hundred and fifty years ago, a lone walker, who taught me a lot."

"Four hundred years ago?" Luo raised his eyebrows and keenly captured this point.

"The maximum life span of our clan is about 150 years." The patriarch knew that Luo was surprised by his age and explained: "But after taking Flint Stone, the life span can reach three hundred years, or even four hundred years."

Fosun Stone, and Flint Stone.

These existences should also be classified as hope, but the upper limit of effect is high and low.

Luo Nankong was shocked. The so-called flint-tripping stone actually had the same effect as the longevity food Nitolomi.

In fact, the effect of rushing to the flint cannot increase the life span. It is just that the clansmen have [Heart Fire], and only after taking rushing to the flint will it produce the same effect as Nitolomi.

As a kind of hope, flint stones are produced near the center of the earth, and there will naturally be strange disasters there, which are the various forms of elemental bodies living in the magma, which pose an absolute threat to any creature in the underground world.

The heat resistance of the tribe-by-san is exaggerated and can even emit high temperatures. It has nothing to do with the power of thought. It should be affected by the subtle transfer of the disaster element body, and then this talent was born.

Similarly, the Naniga who beat the Hakka, was actually a kind of disaster in the Dark Continent, because the Jaeger who beat the Hakka followed Nitro to the Dark Continent, and then the disaster was parasitized in Yaluga in a personalized way.

Why do humans dare not enter the Dark Continent after many failures?

Because the disaster on the Dark Continent is like the ghost needle grass that will quietly stick to the legs of the trousers at some point, and no one knows how they will go back to the six continents.

The patriarch could not see what Luo was thinking. His eyelids fell, revealing a thin gap, and his tone gradually became dark: "I am a lucky person. When I was an adult, I swallowed the last remaining flint stone in the clan, so I have lived to this day."

"However, my life span should have reached the end more than a hundred years ago. The reason why I can still breathe now is because of this."

The patriarch said, his face showing loneliness that had been ruthlessly washed away by time, and he took out a strip of stone box from his heavy clothes.

"This was given to me by the loner I met a hundred and fifty years ago." Speaking of this, the patriarch raised his eyes slightly. He thought for a short second and said, "His name is Dong."

The amount of information revealed by a few words was too large, and Luo was stunned for a moment.
Chapter completed!