Chapter 190 [Insect Habitat] In the Small Town Below, the Poor Road Is Also an Insect
"Ding--"
The cold wind in the rain swayed the brass bells tied by the townspeople to the old locust trees with red strings, making a crisp sound.
Ji Nian propped up a nine-jointed bamboo stick with one hand, and caressed the rough trunk of the tree with the other, overlooking the small town sandwiched between two mountains.
It is evening now, the sky and the earth are blue and black.
He looked at the flat and low bluestone brick houses from the hillside, as if he was looking at an ancient relic of the ancestors buried in the sea after a time lapse.
With just one glance, he was pulled from the plausible modern city full of supernatural elements into the cold, damp, dark and hopeless Dajingtiandi.
Monsters are rampant, famines and epidemics, the world is broken, and natural disasters are frequent.
When you go out, you can't see anything, and the plain is covered by bones.
This is a world full of despair.
Those who have obtained the "Tao" call themselves "Buddhas, demons and gods", grazing all living beings, and cannibalism;
Princes, princes and generals have their own way of thinking, using heaven and earth as chess, laughing and talking about sticking to each other, and making every step of the way;
Ox ghosts and snake gods, mountain spirits, monsters and thugs, and people from other worlds, all have their own thoughts and are cunning and vicious;
The common people are struggling for survival, weathering the wind and rain, sometimes they are insects, sometimes they are livestock, sometimes they are grass, sometimes they are firewood, they are not human alone.
Like an ant locked in a bottle, the "empty, dark and chaotic world" it sees may just be a naughty child's desk drawer.
They are coaxed and kept in captivity by people with different ideas in various ways, and they have no chance to see the wider world outside, just like being wrapped in a thick cocoon.
Numb and ignorant.
As for their ending, I can use an inappropriate poem to describe it, that is: the spring silkworms will not be exhausted until they die.
"Crazy!"
As if a flash of lightning pierced through the thick black clouds, the handsome and sharp bird of prey circled in the air for a circle, and landed on Ji Nian's shoulder again.
[Ghost-swallowing Falcon in Huyguos Grassland in Yuanxi Dynasty]
Ji Nian summoned him to be his eyes.
"go."
After a soft cry, the bird instantly turned into lightning and swooped away.
As the year begins to share the senses, Shijie Town, and even the green hills on both sides, are reflected in his mind in the form of a tiled map.
The chirping insects, the rattling rats, and the rustling rain also entered the ears, and they were carefully distinguished, and they were also mixed with the sound of human conversation.
It has not broken away from the Kyushu language family, and it sounds like the accent of the Qingshan area.
"Third Uncle, is 'Stump' still alive?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice, full of hunger and weakness.
"Master Gao said that as long as we help him solve a problem..."
The answer was an old man with a vicissitudes of voice.
He was only halfway through the conversation when he was interrupted by the person who just asked the question:
"Master Gao Immortal, Master Gao Immortal, I don't see any difference between him and those..."immortals" in the past, he just treats us Shijie people as livestock. Look at his eyes..."
"Shut up! Immortal Master Gao's 'Guardian Spirit' is now in Shijie Temple. If you dare to say these words, you won't be afraid of being made into a 'human fat'?"
"That's better than dying from eating soil! Choking to death eating bark! Starving to death! Uncle, I'm not afraid of death! But little stump has been the only child in the town for the past two years, so he can't do anything!"
"well!"
The conversation ended with a sigh from the old man.
Ji Nian's eyes flickered as he pretended to be a Taoist, and he listened to several conversations.
Probably sorted out the situation of this small town.
Due to the terrain, this place was originally a "disaster".
Just the fruits and seeds that come with the wind, adding a touch of life to it.
But recently, for unknown reasons, the climate has changed drastically and natural disasters continue.
In just one month, the food reserves in the town were exhausted.
If it were in previous years, they could still eat grass, chew leaves, gnaw bark, and catch bugs to fill their stomachs, as the middle-aged man said.
After all, this is a "green mountain", with lush and diverse vegetation and an endless sea of trees.
The big deal is that, like Wang Baochuan, if you dig the mountain to be "bald", you won't starve to death.
But the problem is that Qingshan's food cannot be eaten casually.
According to the [Jiuzhou Card Master] app, there is something called [Insect Dwelling Disk] in the Qingshan Secret Realm, which can also be called a "God".
He, or they, are driven only by instinct, without self-awareness.
To put it bluntly, it is a kind of "aggregate" of giant insects.
The appearance is a white "jade plate", but the material is soft.
The larger ones are like the bright moon hanging in the mountains, and they are used as "quilts" to cover the mountain tops; the smaller ones are also worth the wheels of some heavy trucks.
For Dajing Yaoren and Blue Star Card Master, this kind of thing is a kind of "secret treasure" that "coexists with risks and opportunities".
Take the calendar as an example, if he encounters this thing, as long as he is skilled and lucky enough, he can encapsulate it into a "card".
It doesn't matter whether it is used as a material or used directly.
It's just that this kind of thing is "loss type".
Every time it is used, some worms will be lost, and the card quality level will continue to decrease in the process.
Either invest in resources and let it recover and reproduce on its own; or find a new [Insect Habitat] to supplement the source of life.
And those bugs that were "wasted" were not all dead, and a considerable part of them were lost in the world.
Moving with the wind, drifting.
The individual is so small that even the [eyesight] of the card master and the "Tao" practitioner can't see clearly.
It loves to stay on the surface of some plants and the bodies of small insects and animals. Once people eat it in their stomachs and accumulate a certain amount, what will happen...
Even the Genting people and the Qingshan people who are generally good in psychological quality will have to vomit when they meet.
Those who are recruited will not go very happily:
Chest and abdomen cramps, swollen like an urn, forehead scorching, dizzy, like a madman, seeing evil shapes, hearing insects whistling...
These kinds of side effects are the most painful among many ways to die.
Fortunately, once these bugs leave the secret realm, they will change back to their original form.
Visible to the naked eye, easy to handle.
Even in the secret realm, card masters with various means and experience have many ways to evade it.
Not to mention the Dajing demon, this thing is a conventional weapon in their hands, and it will not hurt themselves at all.
After all, after a tough battle involving the [Insect Habitat], the only ones who suffered were the poor and innocent people in Dajing.
They without extraordinary power, faced with this situation, can only go on a hunger strike.
I couldn't hold it any longer, so I drank a few sips of the [insect-free clean water] given by the "fairy".
If you survive half a month, you can live, but if you survive, you don't need to be buried. There are many beasts in the hundred thousand green hills.
But "hunger" is a physiological state, adults can bear it a little bit, how can ignorant children understand so much?
When I was hungry, I grabbed a handful of moss and put it in my mouth, and then I became "sick".
It is also an incurable disease that most "immortal masters", "gods and demons" and "venerables" cannot solve.
——[Insect Habitat Disk] No matter how you say it, it is also a creature called "God", so it is not so simple to deal with.
"insect……"
Ji Qingnian said in a low voice, and his fingertips were a little far away from the location of Shijie Town.
The golden silkworm Gu, which is full of dark gold and looks like a dragon, lay on his index finger.
【Insect Habitat】、【Great View Insect】
He is no stranger to these two things.
Not long ago, in the "Battle of the Heroes to Slay the Gods", the "Nine-faced God" controlled by the masters of Jing Xingjiao released a [Insect Habitat Disk] before "dying".
The jade plate was broken, and in the blink of an eye, there was billowing "white smoke".
Overwhelming, overwhelmed.
Fortunately, the master car that drove him at that time was very skilled, and he rushed out of the secret realm three minutes ahead of schedule.
The Dajing Zerg that was chasing after it lost its home court advantage and turned back to its original form, turning into a weak bug that was visible to the naked eye, and he put it in a jar.
Combined with the poisonous insects that Qi Ye caught earlier, [Golden Silkworm Gu] was created.
It can be said that some of the skills and characteristics on the panel of the little golden silkworm are inherited from this creature.
It just conforms to the background of Chinese mythology and makes adaptive adjustments.
"But after all, it is based on the Dajing Zerg, and there is a plausible connection in its bones, and it is also blessed with [Bug King] skills."
"As long as I'm not being targeted, I basically don't have to worry about the problem of [Insect Habitat], and I can use it as a breakthrough to do something."
As Ji Nianxin said, he patted the old locust tree next to him.
From the few words of the townspeople, we can know that this old tree has an unusual meaning to them.
Even if it is starved to death, it will not move its leaves and bark.
"It doesn't look like anything special. You can't grow into the tree demon grandma in "A Chinese Ghost Story", right?"
Ji Nian smiled, put away the falcon, held a nine-section bamboo stick, and walked towards the direction of Shijie Town by stepping on the mud.
"stop……"
Not far away, a whisper sounded in his ear, Ji Nian turned his head, and saw a "watchtower" not far away.
It is said to be a "tower", but it is actually a simple wooden shed built on an old tree that is as thick as ten people hugging each other, less than two square meters.
The person who shouted to him was standing in such a cramped place to "squat in a pit", under the shade of the trees, he was a skinny young man with slightly sunken cheeks.
Seemingly seeing his Taoist appearance clearly, the young man's tone also weakened.
"Who?" The young man took a deep breath and forced himself to ask.
"As my little brother saw, he is a poor Taoist priest." Ji Nian waved his sleeve robe and said with a light smile.
"Why are you here?" The young man continued to ask while shaking the copper bell.
"Cure illnesses, save lives." Ji Nian replied.
"Cure? Save people?" The young man repeated again, with an inexplicable expression on his face, and stopped asking questions.
After a while, a group of skinny people with only slightly bulging stomachs rushed up with all kinds of crude weapons and farm tools.
They looked carefully at the eight-foot tall, bony, and bookish Taoist in front of them, not daring to act rashly.
"I just heard from the Taoist priest that you are here to treat illnesses and save lives?"
An old man with a face full of ravines and a short, arched back came out of the team, quietly watching Ji Nian with a pair of turbid eyes.
"Since you have this ability, why don't you find some big counties and important towns to go to, and the gentlemen there will definitely treat you as a guest of honor."
"Our Shijie is called a town, but it's actually a village, and we don't have much property to give you."
"unless……"
Under the dark blue sky, the old man's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was calm: "What you are looking for is not wealth, but something illusory."
"The immortal master told us earlier that if someone comes here for this in the near future, he will..."
The old man didn't say any more, but the young "strong" around him all showed serious expressions, and slowly dispersed to surround Ji Nian.
"The old man probably misunderstood, and the poor... is just a 'bug'."