Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 251 Attitude
Perhaps, the natives living on the powder planet really forgot many things, such as the meaning of the word "curation" at the entrance of their caves, and the knowledge that should be common sense in the universe.

For example, they don't seem to know what a "stranger" is - they are the only settlement left on the entire planet, and the only enemy they face on weekdays is the seemingly rich but extremely barren nature, and there will be no foreign invasion at all.

The intrusion of Zuo Wu and his party only caused a moment of panic in the eyes of the natives, which was quickly replaced by curiosity.

The child who was dragged by the pregnant woman even slightly broke free from the mother's hand, trying to get close to the intruders.To touch the moving shadow, and Ji Zhi's unusual horse body.

It seems that even though they are in such a state of poverty, these descendants of curators still maintain a strong curiosity in their nature.

Unfortunately one of the hallmarks of growing up is to suppress your natural instincts.

Such was the case with that young man.

Zuo Wu had pulled him away from the old man, and injected Marika's medical robot into the young man.

He just pricked him with a needle, which in other civilizations could already be equated to an attack, and didn't even arouse the young man's vigilance.

There are various reasons. After all, kittens and dogs are afraid of injections.

It's just that the young man saw his grandfather who should have died in his hands go back and forth, and he almost took off his mask and lost his life. The guilt and disgust were intertwined, and he almost collapsed.

In addition, the young man's skin has been tortured by powder and dust for a lifetime, and it is almost impossible to perceive such a small pain.

Its bad situation caused Marika's medical creations to strongly protest, and they went back and forth to Zuo Wu's side to replenish energy more frequently.

Zuo Wu simply sat next to the young man, watched him slam his face several times, and mustered up his courage to look at the old man over there.

The old man is still pestering the photon puppet to ask questions because he learned the cause of the flame and the principle of burning, hoping to dig out more knowledge.

The young man stared at him as if his eyes were going to burn.

But Zuo Wu knocked him on the head: "What's your name?"

"What should I call? Me?" The young man's face was full of confusion, and it took a moment for him to realize:
"Oh, my grandpa did say that each of us should have something similar. Is it called 'name' or something? Grandpa gave himself 'Xiang Du Shi', and mine was 'Xiang Xin' ';"

"It's just that we almost never use it. It's just us. Everyone can tell who they want to find with a glance. Name? It's really unnecessary."

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows, now it was not only medical nano-robots that protested against the new youth, but also added his own translation software.

Because the new language has tended to degenerate, but some complex structures remain.

Such non-ups and downs make the translation software feel that it is facing a code book that has been burned, and it takes more energy to decipher than before.

Fortunately, Zuo Wu's arrival was considered "timely". After all, language needs to be passed down by people and the common society.

If the core of this indigenous settlement has deteriorated, the number of residents will be reduced and the environment will be further deteriorated.

That Xiang Xin and his descendants would probably completely forget how to speak their own language, leaving only squeaks and body language.

Even animals can do these two things.

Zuo Wu could only shrug his shoulders:

"I think, no matter what your grandfather did right or wrong this time, at least one thing is for sure, that is, the name is indeed a precious thing; it doesn't matter if you kill your grandfather, at least the name should be remembered."

The distinction between individuals is one of the cornerstones of society. Even if it is more realistic, not confirming the names of young people is a great obstacle to Zuo Wu's communication.

You can't just call it that for young people and old people all the time.

Xiang Xin pursed his lips and turned around: "Do you have a name too?"

"Yes, my name is Zuo Wu."

"Zuo Wu? Zuo Wu..."

Xiang Xin chewed on these two words, and soon wanted to give up—the name of Zuo Wu in his language, these two syllables almost disappeared; this made Xiang Xin a babbling child again, without repeating Tongue sour a few times.

The young man could only give up: "Okay, I'll try to remember... By the way, I haven't asked who you are yet?"

"A visitor from outside the sky," Zuo Wu said succinctly:

"Xiang Xin, in any case, there should be some stories circulating in your settlement. Is there a part with the theme of drastic changes in the environment, or like us, with the theme of visitors from space?"

"I think maybe there is, but I just heard my grandpa say 'maybe'. I think it's just a few words that my grandpa heard from my grandparents when I was young, and he doesn't remember it either,"

Xiang Xin shook his head, and glanced at his grandfather in front of the shadow again:
"Should I call you 'Zuo Wu', or 'Tianwai Lai Ke'? Or is the term 'Tian Wa Lai Ke' your general term? What do 'Tian Wai' and 'Ke' mean?"

"My grandpa... is it because he knows your story that he has always been like this? Are these words a curse?"

The old man named Xiang Dushi lifted his grandson's life-support mask, just because he wanted to verify whether air is needed for combustion;
Prior to this, Xiang Dushi destroyed the core that maintained the survival of the entire settlement, and let go of precious gas and water, just to grow moss and find what he considered "combustibles".

The air on the entire planet is so thin that no flame can be ignited, only the inside of the core can still burn; the "combustible object" held by the old man is taken from the core, and he thought that as long as air is added, the flame will appear outside the core.

The old man didn't even know what the definition of "combustible" was.

thought here.

Xiang Xin pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and watched his grandfather throw himself into the photon puppet like an endless curtain of darkness; he looked down at the grill that served as the floor, as if he could hear the crying of countless abandoned baby skeletons below.

Is seeking knowledge a curse?Zuo Wu didn't answer, and Xiang Xin didn't ask him either.

at this time.

Ji Zhi in the distance made a gesture to Zuo Wu, the damage at the core of the settlement has been repaired, using a material that Xiang Xin has never seen before.

Never seen it?

The young man was startled, touched his face again, and was issued a mask like everyone else; a large amount of fresh air was continuously filling his lungs, but Xiang Xin still felt that breathing heavily was a luxury.

Why?What I think is extremely precious, how many extraterrestrial visitors will have?

Why does the alien look at me so strangely?Is it mercy?Or do you feel that it is too cruel to abandon the baby?
Why……?
Xiang Xin held his throat unconsciously, always feeling that an emotion would burst out of his heart.

Unconsciously.

The young man turned to Zuo Wu and covered his eyes:

"Zuo Wu, visitor from space, please tell me, why do I reject and resent you for having so much air and water, obviously you gave them to us?"

"Why do I resent you for not coming sooner? This way I can save a few children who can't get life support?"

Zuo Wu tilted his head, combined with the medical robot's report, he gave a positive answer to Xiang Xin: "I think your emotion is called 'jealousy'."

"I hate that word, is it a bad thing? ... Wait,"

Xiang Xin was stunned, and chewed the word again and again, a little confused: "The pronunciation of this word is a little different from the pronunciation of other words in my language."

"That's right," Zuo Wu nodded:
"This word has been lost in your language. My software combined some words from other civilizations that are similar to your language family. The pronunciation is inferred. I will return it to you."

The young man covered his eyes: "It's obviously a bad word, but you still want to give it to us? I don't want to know this word, I don't want to know it... It seems that seeking knowledge is indeed a cursed thing!"

Xiang Xin stood up all of a sudden, agitated, and wanted to vent his anger with an animal-like instinct, but he held back the inexplicable anger.

Because he saw a look of sincere joy in the eyes of the children who had been allocated masks.

The children's bodies have never been so alive, and they have never been allowed to breathe heavily. They almost start to feel pleasure and start chasing and fighting with instinct.

But their parents still stopped them. Everyone touched the mask, afraid that this was just a dream, and that the aliens would take the mask back at any time.

But the parents' resistance couldn't hold back the children's excitement.

They even walked up to the pregnant woman together and bowed their heads together to listen to the heartbeat of the fetus.

Several of the children looked under the grill worriedly, and made up their minds that after the fetus was born, they would distribute their masks to the newborn babies.

A few of them kept their masks tightly guarded, and decided not to let anyone touch them for the rest of their lives.

"Perhaps, seeking knowledge may be a cursed thing," Zuo Wu Zhaoxin grinned, and then pointed to the children who were tightly protecting their masks:
"It's just that if you give up seeking knowledge, those children will also give up seeking knowledge,"

"But no one ever tells them 'jealousy' is an ugly thing."

As he said that, Zuo Wu laughed at himself a little. After all, he himself was the one who would be jealous of Levina offering prayers to the gods of her hometown, and he really shouldn't let himself say such things.

Xiang Xinru was struck by lightning.

He muttered something, let go of his palm, found that it was stained with tears, and frantically tried to collect these few drops of water.

But suddenly smiled again.

Zuo Wu clasped his hands: "Did you realize that you don't need to do this kind of thing anymore?"

The young man shook his head: "No, I just want to ask you for a few pots that are convenient for collecting tears. Using our usual methods will always waste a lot... Haha, hahaha."

He finally laughed, and tears welled up in his eyes: "By the way, what should I say to you at this time?"

Zuo Wu also smiled: "Just say thank you."

"'Thank you'? Ah! I see, thank you, thank you!"

Zuo Wu nodded, stood up, and planned to take a look at the photon puppet.

But his hand was pulled by Xiang Xin.

The young man was a little timid: "So that jug that collects tears, would you think about it?"

……

The adventurer Rong Liangyuan loves adventures, otherwise he would not have been hired to explore the mainland of the Imperial Alliance, which is almost a deadly action.

Of course, he would also come to the core inside the cliff. He went around and listened to the conversation between Zuo Wu and Xiang Xin.

And, the short time of getting along with him allowed the senior adventurer to get a little bit of Zuo Wu's character, and knew that he could make some small jokes.

Rong Liangyuan nodded his wrist towards Zuo Wu: "It took you about 10 minutes to talk with this young man named Xiang Xin."

Zuo Wu shrugged: "It's still efficient. I gave them a popular science about who we are, and explained the galaxy and the universe a little bit. Their environment is abnormal, and it also solved their knots."

"Hoho, Your Majesty Zuo, I heard that many religions call those who are personally enlightened by the savior a prophet. That Xiangxin is good, it seems to have this potential,"

Rong Liangyuan smiled: "It's just that compared with the number of the entire civilization, prophets are destined to be rare. Do you know the reason?"

"Because it took me 10 minutes to enlighten someone?"

"Yes, so it may take two thousand minutes for you to enlighten all the hundred and ten people. This is just one planet in a galaxy," the adventurer opened his arms towards the ceiling:
"And you still have the entire Imperial Alliance."

Rong Liangyuan maintained this posture for a few seconds.

Until Xiang Xin brought a few children over and asked Zuo Wu together: "Excuse me, is Mr. Rong Liangyuan's symptoms a manifestation of 'jealousy'?"

Rong Liangyuan's face collapsed in an instant, and he clasped his hands: "What do I have to be jealous of?"

Zuo Wu also grinned: "You said that most of your team are natives who were taken away and enlightened by visitors from space. I don't know if you have a full number of 'prophets' and whether you will take you to space. The alien called the savior?"

Rong Liangyuan shook his head and laughed, "No, how could it be."

"We prefer to call them slave traders."

……

Gray Wind kicked the ground, kicking bits of powder under the grill; the powder was his own carrion, and carrion should go with the baby's bones.

Over there, the photon puppet had finished communicating with the old man named Xiang Du Shi, and now it floated to Gray Wind, wanting to return the black line to her.

Gray Wind waved his hand, but didn't answer, just chuckled: "What's the matter? Is it because Xiang Du Shi's research is too low-end, which made you feel disappointed?"

"how come?"

The photon puppet shook his head to Gray Wind:
"Research doesn't matter high-end or low-end, and our research, in your eyes, may be the same as studying the principle of flame combustion~"

"It's just that we thought we could study it regardless of the fate of the whole world. Now that we think about it, isn't it a little lack of consideration?"

"Isn't it worthwhile to bury the whole world in order to study the extent of the burning principle of fire? After all, there are many beautiful things that we have never seen in places we don't know."

Gray Wind was stunned for a moment, and suddenly panicked:

"Hmm! So you came to talk to me because you want some comfort? After all, Xiang Du Shi still makes you a little disillusioned?"

"That... that, it's not impossible, it's just that I... I haven't done it before! I have to learn a bit! It just so happens that the work is almost over here? I'll learn as I go!"

The technology hunter behind the puppet smiled: "It's okay, we will dare next time."

Hearing this, Xiang Du Shi said, "Wait, you can't leave the cave now."

"why?"

Doubts appeared in the old man's eyes: "Don't you know? It's not a joke to be involved in the self-healing of the earth... Oh, this should be called 'the self-healing of the planet'. Forgive me, I don't understand the word planet." I just learned it."

The photon puppet moved forward excitedly, and now it was his turn to ask for knowledge: "The planet's self-healing? What's going on?"

"The things you call the land, the ocean, the grassland, and the woods are all powder mimics, but they will be destroyed by our activities and lose their shape."

"These damages will not be restored immediately, but after they accumulate to a certain extent, they can be enjoyed one at a time; many of my acquaintances were involved in the restoration of mountains and rivers, and never came back."

"So, it's best to wait here until the 'planet's self-healing' subsides completely."

The puppet and Gray Wind looked at each other.

The former said: "Miss Gray Wind, I remember that these powders are nano-creatures that cannot respond to your manipulation."

Gray Wind also chuckled: "Yeah, it seems that my rotten flesh is not as thoroughly rotted as I imagined."

(End of this chapter)