The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2242: Year of the Pig

World lines are world lines, but there will still be some overlap in events.

On the eve of the floating island in the sky, a coastal town that wishes to remain anonymous showed great martial spirit. Several groups of technicians, relying on the fireworks and firecrackers in stock, almost conquered half of Yanchuan in a lively manner. Then, there was no news suddenly. No one knew whether it was an internal conflict or something else. The specific situation was unknown. After all, Li Cang was lying in the ward at that time, and it was quite good for him to hear this little noise.

The fireworks that exploded close to the ground lit up the cold air in the early morning. Blue and black smoke rose up and even turned into a spectacular mushroom cloud. Then the distorted sound of explosions slowly floated over along with the sound of the alarm broadcast, bombarding the eardrums.

To be honest, it is not always possible to clearly see the exact time of an event in the city. Li Cang checked his watch and said, "There are about 38 hours left, and then we will go back to Yanchuan!"

"Ok?"

"It's busy inside now, there's no need to go in and mess around. The broadcast gave 12 hours for the only round of aerial bombing in the eastern part of Yanchuan. The plan is quite good, but it's a pity that the uniformed people entered the city just when the sky island was formed and floated up."

No matter how many people die or how many zombies you kill, can you enter the mill? They are just fragments of memory. Ghosts will give them to you. It is better to find a place to squat quietly. It is also quite pleasurable for the dog to peek at you secretly.

"What do you mean?"

"These people are cooperating with the emergency department to evacuate the crowd to the west district, and then trying to drive the zombies to the east of Yanchuan. When a round of bombs comes down, there won't be many ugly zombies left. Let's take advantage of this opportunity to go back. I'm here now, and I want to see who is living in the ward!"

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So you, little bastard, have never really cared about Werewolf, and this is what you were thinking?

No wonder!

No wonder your personality seems so strange, not making trouble, neither like you nor unlike you, it made me think you were the one who was replaced!

When they saw the two men coming back with a mountain of firewood and various mushrooms, wood ears, dried monkey heads and the like, everyone in the room was amazed.

Mushrooms and black fungus that did not rot but were naturally dried and frozen are not rare, but not completely common. They also went out for a long time, trying to be a person who has no negative impact on the wilderness survival team. However, apart from firewood, all they brought back were weeds. What's more, Li Cang was holding a wild rabbit, two pheasants, and a bunch of dirty and muddy ants. It was really like returning home, right?

"Wash it, kill it with salt, and braise it." Li Cang handed over the toads strung together with straw ropes. "We just spent a long time digging a hole in the ice. The MC went to kill the pigs. Everyone, eat and drink well, and recover your strength. We will return to Yanchuan the next day."

Allies were surprised.

Baseball thought that the pig was going to be used to produce piglets in the long term, and was wondering whether he should take the risk to go down the mountain and catch the male one back, but now it was going to be slaughtered?

"Go back to Yanchuan?"

"Correct!"

No one commented.

Regardless of whether this is a copy of the little coin guy or not, you will not get any equipment or gold coins. At most, you can pick up some leftovers and raw materials. In the end, if you can get your skin back safely, it will be a real profit. What's more, this is a world constructed based on Li Cang's memory fragments, and they have no right to end this copy.

The issue is.

Does Li Cang himself know how to end this endless nightmare cycle?

To be honest, this kind of conscience-seeking copy is not a standard money-raising game if it is placed on any brothers, sisters, loved ones or friends who have the slightest conflict with you. Being trapped in a skin that does not belong to you and reliving certain experiences over and over again, there are so many dirty things that can happen in the process, too many to count. It is much more interesting than killing with real guns and swords. To put it simply, let the brothers have fun first. It's okay to cheat the brothers, but don't cheat yourself!

However.

It's totally useless for Li Cang and seems very boring.

There was no sign of this at all. The people who were pulled in were more or less immune, and more or less knew the direction of the plot. Most importantly, their mentality was as steady as an old dog. They had either experienced the test of the Byte of Destruction of Literature, or had personally fought against the Old Ones and divine creatures. At the very least, they had been tortured by Li Cang and his series of bandit-like methods. In comparison, a book that made no sense was nothing.

Then kill the pig. A group of people and a pig looked at each other in bewilderment.

Li Cang, who was directing Da Leizi to move boxes of fireworks out of the car, waited for a long time and found no movement: "What are you doing? Aren't you hungry?"

Baseball said: "Where should I start with this thing? Should I knock it out with a stick first?"

"6!"

Li Cang's waist couldn't withstand such torture, and in the end, the woman Da Leizi impatiently held the pig with one hand and stabbed it to death with a stick.

Yes, what was used was a wooden stick with a sharpened head and a blood groove.

The stick was pulled out and blood gushed out.

Li Cang even stuffed blood sausage, grilled sand liver and made roasted meat. It was a pity that Lao Wang was killed off in the plot and there was no one to help him. Otherwise, it would have been more sumptuous and lively.

While eating and drinking, I felt as if I didn't care about the flood after I die.

"Too luxurious, too awesome, too fragrant," Li Qingyi kept muttering, "How many people must have died in Yanchuan now? We are actually killing pigs here, making pig-killing dishes, and setting off fireworks. It's the New Year, it's the New Year, it's the New Year again."

"Eat more these few days. If you can't keep up with the work the day after tomorrow, I will use you and it as military rations!"

"Brother-in-law, you can't bear to part with it, right~"

"Well, when I bite you, I try to smile and be gentle. I speak my mind, and my bite doesn't hurt."

"I hate it~"

Rao Qifang's blood lines, emmm, the infected lines have spread to the chest and back, and the skin of the entire arm is covered with dark blue lines like twisted blood vessels. Of course, it does not stop her from having a sip of wine and a feast of fishy food.

And it seemed that due to some plot mechanism, as soon as Rao Qifang, the infected person, moved, Li Li immediately became full of energy and was no longer forced to pretend to be dead, which was consistent with Li Cang's guess.

Li Cang untied the cloth, raised his arm and gestured to Rao Qifang to show the infected area. It turned out that his own area was only less than the size of a baby's fist. You have to know that the flesh he cut off was already the size of an egg.

"Is the difference so big?" Rao Qifang's drunkenness had dispelled much of his weakness, and his eyes, illuminated by the fire, reflected a familiar agility in Li Cang's eyes: "Then it seems that I can't outlast you, so what will happen?"

"become."

According to his own memory fragments and Suo Zhihui's description, this arm was simply a unicorn arm in the physical sense, connecting the heart meridian in front and the spine in the back. Referring to his thin body, it was equivalent to having a living person growing on his arm. To describe it specifically, it is actually quite similar to the melee form of the Twin Tyrants after they were released.

(End of this chapter)