Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 253 Day
In the beginning, it was the powder on the ground in the cave, rolling towards the outside of the cave in twos and threes like lazy soldiers who had received orders.

But soon, the powder seemed to have received an urgent urging, and the speed of the rolling also accelerated; flakes and flakes returned to the clean cave passages of the aborigines.

At the people's feet, powder flew upside down, and drifted out of the bottomless tomb belonging to the baby's bones below the grille.

These powders are the witnesses of the children's last cries and dreams of premature death. Their departure may represent the true soul of the babies.

Soon, Zuo Wu found a pulling force in the bag in his pocket. It was the powder he had collected as carrion, struggling desperately, wanting to respond to the call of the outside world.

After thinking for a while, Zuo Wu untied the bag and let the powder go far away in joy.

Of course, absorbing them can block their footsteps, but I don't know how it will affect Gray Wind's process of absorbing these "semi-rotten flesh". Of course, Zuo Wu prefers to let them go away.

Anyway, Gray Wind said that all she tried was to read the information of half-carrion meat, and she couldn't manipulate them freely, like using her arms and fingers; after the process of restoring the planet's appearance is over, she will collect some to give to Aishan Shan's gift is not too late.

Just a gift that would run away by itself?This is a bit annoying.

Zuo Wu scratched his hair, looked around, wanted to find the photon puppet, and discussed his ideas with the technology hunters.

But he found that the expressions of all the natives were extremely solemn.

They brought out the living elderly from various families and consciously gathered around Xiang Xin; even though Zuo Wu had distributed new masks to all of them, they still untied the masks from their faces tremblingly.

At this time, Xiang Xin solemnly opened the valve at the core of the cave, and refreshing air gushed out slowly, and clean water was also ready.

Zuo Wu was a little surprised, and tilted his head towards the photon puppet that floated to him at some point: "What are they doing?"

The photon puppet whispered: "Look, Mr. Zuo Wu, didn't they bring out their old people too? It's so solemn, it seems like they are facing a life-and-death ceremony~"

"But I think those old people haven't reached the time when the wind is dying."

Zuo Wu said that the old people who were pulled out were older than Xiang Du Shi, but they were still energetic, and they didn't look like they were going to die at any time.

But the puppet shook his head: "Sir, don't forget that when a biological individual enters old age, the functions of all aspects of the body will decline significantly, and the activity of cells is one of the notable characteristics."

"Some injuries that can be easily overcome when they are young may become fatal when they are old; but don't forget that this planet is full of powder, whether it is breathing or eating, it will more or less enter their bodies. "

"Now, these powders are going to leave their bodies to form the appearance of nature."

And Xiang Du Shi was even more surprised than Zuo Wu: "You two, listen to your tone, in your 'land beyond the sky', when people get old and die, this is not the ending they face ?"

Zuo Wu tilted his head: "What kind of ending are you talking about?"

Pointing to Dushit at his compatriots gathered in a circle:

"Because of powder...you call it powder, right? When powder leaves our body, it will also take a lot of things, including a little flesh and a little blood;"

"The old man will see the powder engulfing them and leave, and the blood from their respective bodies will float into the sky together, red... Those who can bear it can continue to live, and those who can't bear it will die like this. "

Zuo Wu nodded and shook his head: "Wait, don't you all die when the planet's powder starts to recover, and not at other times?"

Xiang Dushi's expression was a bit complicated: "As long as it is equipped with our life support device, it won't be...Aren't you the same?"

In other words, as long as they wear life support devices, their respective lives can at least be maintained at a minimum, at least they won't be troubled by the problem of lifespan?

The photon puppet nodded:

"Indeed, we have looked; there is something remarkable about the life-support devices that the inhabitants have passed down from their ancestral quarters;"

"Their life-support devices are not able to produce water and air by themselves, which is a defect. Even if they have been in disrepair for a long time, they can still maintain the minimum vitality of the wearer."

"And now, they're temporarily taking the life support off."

Because the life-support devices at least had to cover their mouths and noses, when the powder left their bodies with flesh and blood, if they continued to operate more and more overwhelmed, it was very likely to be destroyed by the backflow of powder.

The old man was destined to die, but without a life-support device, it meant that another baby would lose his place in the future.

This is true.

The core valve opened by Xiang Xin made it possible for people to take off the life support device and move around here; the old people who were helped out consciously took the life support device, folded it carefully, and handed it to Xiang Xin.

During this, they seemed to be more than ten years younger, and because they hadn't left their respective rooms for a long time, they saw other old people who were full of kindness, and pointed at each other and began to tease:
"Oh, when we met last time, your teeth were more than that. Did you drop them under the pillow and didn't pick them up? Tell your grandson quickly, don't scare the children!"

Another old man choked back: "Go, go, talk like I can't go back this time, I feel like I can last one or two more times! But you, I don't think you can last this time!"

The old man wiped the corners of his eyes: "Look at you, it turns out that you look like this after taking off the life support device, I almost don't remember it."

"But do you remember that I lost a tooth?"

"This is our bet, bet! It's started since childhood, have you forgotten?! I bet you that your teeth must fall out before me..."

"So, don't die before we decide the outcome... you can't even lose your teeth and die, it's a loss, it's a loss..."

"Where is the fault?"

"Unfortunately...you don't even know what it feels like to lose your teeth. Will you soon have only that bare bed left for the rest of your life?"

The other old man just sneered lowly, but his elderly companions came over, counted the heads, and started a rather primitive betting game.

Like an old urchin.

The same goes for other children, opening the valve generously to let the air flow out, just like the children in ancient times can have a big meal of fish and meat during the Chinese New Year, so gratifying.

This is their New Year and holiday, and even though the theme is life and death, it is still worth celebrating.

The air gushing from the valve quietly brushed Zuo Wu's hair.

He scratched his hair, and asked the photon puppet and Du Shi:
"Hey, you two didn't tell them that I've released Marika's nanites; it can heal old wounds that have accumulated in their bodies, at least no one will die this time."

The photon puppet akimbo: "I didn't say it, after I said it, how to observe their original form of this celebration will lose that taste!"

"This is probably the last time of the celebration. Are you going to take them away from this planet in the future? It has become an orphaned ceremony, so... don't destroy it for now?"

Zuo Wu glanced at the scene over there, the parting of life and death is embellished with joy, which really has a special charm.

He nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, it's the last time... Ji Zhi!"

Ma Niang, who had been silent all this time, was taken aback, sneezing while the citation powder was scattered in all directions, and turned her face suspiciously.

Zuo Wu stretched out his hand to her: "Things that are destined to be the last are always precious, so their 'festival' is a bit simple, but are you willing to accompany me to join them?"

Ji Zhi was stunned, and a brilliant brilliance burst into his eyes instantly.

……

Xiang Xin was the second person who knew that no acquaintance would die this time.

He carefully confirmed to Zuo Wu again and again, and the great joy was rampant in his heart, like a dream.

Xiang Xin glanced at his grandfather.

Since it's a dream, let's make it sweeter!

He glanced at his grandfather to Du Shi, bit his lips, bowed his head deeply, and made the most humble plea to Zuo Wu:

"Excuse me... can we light a small fire this time?"

Small fire?
Zuo Wu looked at Xiang Xin, and then turned his head to look at his grandfather Xiang Du Shi. The scene of grandparent and grandson fighting each other and its causes and consequences replayed in Zuo Wu's mind again.

He nodded: "Of course, it's just a small fire... I have a condition, let Ji Zhi light the fire."

Ji Zhi followed Zuo Wu, carefully pinching Zuo Wu's collar with his fingertips, and said softly, "Why did you ask me to come?"

"I've read it in novels. There should be some small games for festivals and celebrations spent with lovers. This time there is no such condition. Wouldn't it be good to light a small fire instead?"

Zuo Wu replied, scratching his hair again: "Ji Zhi, don't you think it's too boring?"

Ji Zhi shook his head lightly, walked to the core with Zuo Wu, the place closest to the valve, let the horse lie down, and waited for Zuo Wu to sit beside him: "How come, how come?"

"Zuo Wu, do you know? At this very second, I have many, many ideas - such as letting you hold my hand, I will drill wood to make fire; or use my ponytail as fuel And a little bit of your hair mixed in...”

"Am I... am I too greedy?"

Zuo Wu had no choice but to sit down and listen to the whispers of the old people around him about him and his party.

These old people also lost the concept of "foreign enemies" for a long time, let alone the possibility that someone would be against them, and the guesses they made were extremely naive.

Childish and cute, simply sincere.

However, a word suddenly began to spread, and it became louder and louder, and more and more:
"Who is he?"

"Emperor!" "Emperor?" "Huang, Di?"

"emperor."

Rong Liangyuan, who quietly disappeared among the crowd, gave Zuo Wu a thumbs up—he was the one who passed on the word.

Zuo Wu glanced at him and the others, didn't speak, and felt that he shouldn't stop it, and planned to let it ferment.

Turning to Ji Zhi again, continuing the topic just now:
"I think, whether it's you or Xiang Xin, you should be able to ask for more things in the future,"

Zuo Wu said, and released a little residual blue laser light, cut off his black hair amidst the low cries of the indigenous children, cut off a handful, and put it on the ground: "Come on, it's your ponytail turn."

Ji Zhi pursed her lips and snorted a few times: "You cut it, I can't reach it."

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment before laughing: "Wait, I thought you were talking about your ponytail, so it's your tail?"

A small dimple appeared on Sagittarius' cheek, and she covered her face again:

"I originally thought of braids too, but you made me be more greedy; short braids would look bad... Has Miss Ai's hair grown recently? I don't want to be compared to her in this respect."

Zuo Wu nodded.

The burst of blue laser carefully cut off Ji Zhi's ponytail hair and put it on the ground.

At this time, both the old man and the child were dazzled by Zuo Wu's blue laser light; they pestered Xiang Xin to ask questions, and learned that the fire light might still be a warm orange.

How many years does this happen?

Everyone's attention was attracted, like the most brilliant magician after covering the black cloth, looking forward to what kind of miracle he would see later.

at this time.

The recovery process of the planet's surface began to accelerate suddenly, and red blood beads oozed from the facial features and even the skin of the natives, and floated to the outside of the cave along with the powder contained in it;

The body of the old man is more fragile, and the blood droplets brought out are more and denser; the child is full of vitality, and even the oozing blood is vibrant and bright red.

at this time.

Zuo Wu held Ji Zhi's hand and watched her knock two pieces of metal——

It is impossible to drill wood to make fire, because there is no general sense of wood here, and the metal used for knocking is part of the iron skirt of the centaur, which is easy to create brilliant sparks in battle.

then.

Bright flames appeared on Ji Zhi's tail and Zuo Wu's hair in the breeze from the valve and in the high heat from the metal percussion.

The warm light shone on everyone's eyes, and also shone on the blood droplets flying out of the air like upside-down raindrops.

The blood droplets are in the air, combining with the water vapor blown from the valve.

Just for a moment.

Indeed, a bright red rainbow appeared.

Practitioner Ji Zhi also stared at it for a moment, but unfortunately, the rainbow lasted too short, fleeting like a short-lived epiphyllum; Renma Niang curled her lips, refusing to let Zuo Wu let go:

"It's different from what I thought. I thought it took a few more tries to light it. Is it because I have too much strength?"

Zuo Wu shook his head, then looked at everyone in front of him.

When the old man found out that none of his peers had died, he began to yell out curses and disappointment, but none of them could hide the tears in their eyes, but they didn't want to let them fall;

Looking at his grandfather, Xiang Xin finally relaxed his pursed lips:

"...Grandpa, this is the flame of your dreams, I let you see it, we are even... so I will not apologize for throwing you in the powder."

Xiang Du Shi shook his head slowly: "No, Xiang Xin. When I wanted to tear off your mask, we were already even, so now I owe you...can I pay it off?"

Xiang Xin didn't come to a conclusion.

A child suddenly exhaled in a low voice: "Look, look under the grille!"

More powder was floating up, one by one, unexpectedly condensed into the image of the dead baby before, gradually approaching the height where everyone was.

The photon puppet's heart turned a hundred times, loudly:
"Everyone, don't be afraid! It was Gray Wind who tried to restore the information in the powder and got results, and then restored the image of the baby recorded in the powder!"

No one is afraid.

A middle-aged woman was a little crazy: "That seems to be my abandoned child? Little sister, come and have a look, do you think it looks like it?"

Another woman pursed her lips: "Yes, I think it's her... Great, he really cried..."

The images of babies simulated by the powder floated into the distance, one after another, neither crying nor fussing;

The old man, the child, and others, no matter whether they recognized it or not, even though it was just a vague afterimage of the babies, they still waved goodbye to them.

Zuo Wu knew that even though the planet was only recovering on the surface, the civilization in front of him was actually reborn.

suddenly.

The voices of young children and old people mingled:
"Thank you, Emperor." "Thank you, Emperor." "Thank you, thank you..."

What is an emperor?

The person who takes everyone to see the flame, and the person who takes everyone to appreciate the rainbow;
Take everyone to see the people of tomorrow.

The flames reflected in their pupils, like a starry sky more beautiful than the Milky Way; Zuo Wu also had a real feeling for the first time——

Even if this is a cosmic fragment from another world.

Even if these people are descendants of "curation", they should be fanatics of exploration.

But they were the first subjects he had, really, really, under the good stars.

……

outside.

Gray Wind opened his eyes.

She can feel the joy of everyone's holiday.

She realized that there was an existence so close to herself, and she cast her eyes on this planet.

Is it the "gray wind" of this world, a different self?
(End of this chapter)