Going to immortality inexplicably

Chapter 633 The Talking Bird
Cao Hai rummaged through a pile of garbage and finally found what he wanted.

It was an inconspicuous piece of dirt, only the size of an adult's fist, pressed in the corner by many messy things. If it weren't for a special sense, he would never have noticed it.

He took the lump in his hand and shook it, but found nothing special about its appearance.

Unlike that jade pendant, it has its own halo when it appears, and it is impossible not to be noticed.

He has not cultivated any spiritual consciousness now, but his five senses are stronger than ordinary people. He has a little awareness of the sixth sense, which is only passively stimulated when he is stimulated by some kind of stimulation and cannot be actively controlled.

The temperature underground is not low, and the garbage collected by Snow Fox has not been frozen hard. However, as the cave is dug open, snowflakes fall down one after another, the temperature drops suddenly, and the appearance of some things begins to become hard.

The lumps of soil in Cao Hai's hands began to grow cold and hard. He remembered that the one-month deadline agreed with his follower was coming soon, so he might as well study it slowly after he went back.

The current snow-capped mountains are still full of dangers for him.

If the snow fox hadn't led the way before, he wouldn't have been able to get here.

The snow fox has disappeared, and I have no ability to find it, so I can only postpone going up to the snow mountain.

He turned around and went down the mountain. The snow beasts finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw his disappearing figure.

Cao Hai took his followers back to the tribe and began to retreat again, carefully studying the lump.

After leaving the snow-capped mountains, the temperature continued to rise, and the hard soil lumps became softer.

He carefully pulled the outer layer of soil into a pottery bowl. He only knew that the soil was different from the soil near the tribe, but he didn't know what the specific difference was.

When the soil was pulled clean, a pitted oval stone was revealed?
There was a question mark because he couldn't be sure whether it was a stone or not.

The main reason is that he knows too little about this world. Although he has been here for several years, he still cannot understand the world clearly.

Every time I go out for a walk with my followers, I always gain a new understanding of the world.

It's a pity that he is just an ordinary otaku on earth, with nothing outstanding, let alone a top expert and academic master, unable to make a fortune with any professional knowledge.

Occasionally I get a flash of inspiration from some unreliable posts I have seen online.

For example, foxtail grass has not yet been cultivated into millet. He feels that he will never be able to eat real rice in his life.

God knows how much he missed the taste of rice. Eight times out of ten dreams, he dreamed that he was holding a bowl of white rice without any side dishes and devouring it.

How many women on earth refuse to eat rice in order to stay slim? That is because they have not experienced real hunger.

Back to the present, what on earth is this oval thing?
It feels hard, a bit like stone, but not quite.

The bumps and bumps on the outside are not prickly, they look like they are formed naturally.

Put it to your ear, no matter whether you shake it gently or hard, you can't hear any movement inside.

His hearing is considered the best now. If he humbly says that he is the second child, no one will dare to call himself the boss.

Even he couldn't hear the sound, let alone others.

He soaked it in water again for three days and three nights, but nothing happened.

Then roast it over fire.

But he didn't dare to use fire. This was the only piece he found in this world. If it got damaged, there would be no second piece for him to experiment with.

While baking, he felt the changes in surface temperature with his hands. When it became a little hot, he stopped quickly.

Then I felt the changes inside with my hands and ears, and seemed to hear a little movement inside.

But if you listen carefully, everything becomes calm again, as if it was just an illusion.

He didn't dare to bake it with fire anymore, for fear that the contents inside would be damaged.

So he soaked it in hot water at about [-] degrees Celsius, and tried countless ways to keep it warm.

Use the largest pottery bowl, put the oval lump in the bowl, wait until the hot water is completely submerged, then cover the bowl with a lid, then stuff it around the bowl with some weeds, and finally use several layers of animal skins Wrap the weed and bowl completely.Then put your hands on the outside of the animal hide and carefully sense the temperature changes inside. When the temperature inside drops to about [-] degrees, replace the hot water immediately.

Under such careful care, after more than a month, the outer shell of the oval pimple finally showed some slight changes.

The bumps and bumps become more delicate and smooth, and the feeling becomes warmer when you hold it.

Of course, it has been kept at a temperature of about thirty to forty degrees, so it is impossible not to be warm.

Then he listened carefully and heard that the sounds inside seemed to become more obvious.

This was a good sign, so he took more care of it.

After three months, the shell became softer and softer, and the pits became finer.

Five months later, the outer shell turned into something like an eggshell, and the movement inside became more and more obvious.

Six months later, you can hear occasional "click-click" sounds from inside, as if something is pecking at the shell.

Cao Hai became excited and full of expectations. He knew that at the critical moment, if anything went wrong at this time, all previous efforts would be wasted.

The energy I wasted was second to none. If what I expected was correct, some new life should have been born inside.

The new life at this time is very fragile. If you don't handle it properly, the new life will not be able to break out of the shell.

He put this thing under his nose and stared at it 24 hours a day.

Even if he sleeps, it is only a light sleep, and he will wake up immediately if there is any movement.

One day eight months later, he suddenly heard what sounded like a particularly powerful sound inside the eggshell. He quickly removed all the animal skins outside and held the eggshell in his hands.

He stared at it with good eyes and rubbed the eggshell with his fingers, feeling the movement inside.

A small hole was finally pecked out somewhere in the eggshell, revealing something like a pointed bird's beak.

As the crack in the eggshell became larger and larger, a wet little head was exposed.

In order not to affect its breaking of the shell, Cao Hai carefully placed the eggshell on the ground, still staring closely at it.

Perhaps sensing Cao Hai's gaze, the little head paused for a moment facing Cao Hai, and then continued to peck at the eggshell until half of its body was exposed.

It was not in a hurry to come out, but continued to peck inside.

Today's pecking is not to break the eggshell, but to eat it.

It's not until the eggshell is eaten clean and the liquid inside is drank up that its body is fully exposed.

The body is covered with a layer of light yellow fine fluff. Except for the thin and long mouth, it is not much different from a chick that has broken out of its shell.

The down on its body has dried, but it can't fly yet, so it can only stagger towards Cao Hai.

Cao Hai didn't dare to carry it, fearing that he would accidentally carry it and break it, so he quickly stretched out a hand in front of it.

It tilted its head and looked at the big hand, then stood up unsteadily.

"What kind of bird are you? Maybe not a bird? Just a sharp-billed chicken?"

Cao Hai looked at the little bird and couldn't put it down. This was the little bird that he had worked hard to take care of for eight months. A woman's pregnancy is only ten months, right?
"I am not a sharp-beaked chicken, you are a sharp-beaked chicken, and your whole family is a sharp-billed chicken!"

A sharp sound suddenly came out of the bird's mouth, and Cao Hai was startled.

What the hell!

A talking bird!
And he actually learned his own tone of voice. Did he pick up a monster?
He was so frightened that he almost threw the bird away, but fortunately he was now considered a somewhat capable person and finally resisted the urge to throw it out.

(End of this chapter)