Chapter 2 Floating Island
The interface, which means "communication" or can be translated as "communication, forum", refreshes the content at an astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of "posts" in the form of text titles appear and are drowned:
[Help! ]
[Please, give me some water]
[Who am I? Where am I? How many cows are there in my home? Where are my beloved red pants?]
[Major discovery: Praying can revive the dead! ]
[A history of blood and tears: Never pray for food! Never pray for food! Never pray for food!
——300 kilograms of spoiled dead pork only exchanged for two black buns! ]
[Friends from the original Shengjing area come in and communicate! ]
[Floating islands are conditionally merged, and survivors may form teams! ]
The victims of the doomsday catastrophe are in a very broken state of mind, which can be seen from the number of posts that are exponentially increasing despite knowing that they are useless.
Three days have passed, and this section has remained the same.
There is no black-hearted management operator, no familiar pinning, hot searches, and normal reading records
In short, it is a mess of huge amounts of content that is constantly being refreshed, as if hackers are attacking servers with garbage data cluster attacks. The posts from the previous second are not known to be gathering dust in some corner the next second, and very little meaningful information can be captured.
Besides, more survivors are busy with their own lives, so how can they think about posting nonsense posts.
A "private chat" suddenly popped up,
[Si, Fu, Xing, He: Teacher Cang, Teacher Cang, how is your situation? My floating island is floating towards you, but the progress bar is not moving. What's going on? Is this broken interface broken, or are we too far away? ]
Li Cang could not give an answer to this question.
[Si, Fu, Xing, He: How is your illness? I have been floating for three days not to go over and bring back your warm ashes! ]
[Cang: Don't call me Teacher Cang. Also, is it really appropriate to name me like this? I won't die for now. I don't feel the flesh on my back anymore. Doctors have mentioned that abnormal growth of vertebrae in the later stage will compress the spinal cord and surrounding tissues, which may cause paralysis. ]
[Cang: I used a rope made of bed sheets and steel bars to hook a wild island that drifted by. I dug a wild rose, which is edible. There is also some shepherd's purse. I have vegetables stewed on the fire! ]
[Si, Fu, Xing, He:. Damn it, listen to me! ]
Heh, how can eating be more important than brothers who have been peeing and playing in the mud together since childhood?
The shepherd's purse in the can was completely cooked into a green paste.
Li Cang had no choice but to blow it a few times and swallow it with gritted teeth-
Fortunately, Li Cang smokes and always has a lighter in his pocket.
Otherwise, where can I eat hot meals in the past three days, relying on those sparks that sometimes work and sometimes don't work?
Most smokers have a problem.
You can smoke my cigarettes worth tens of yuan, but if you take my lighter worth one yuan, I will definitely fight you to death.
Li Cang held the green plastic one-yuan lighter with a swimsuit beauty pattern on it, which was still half inflated, with a pious expression,
"My benefactor, I don't need to thank you for your kindness. From now on, I will only use you to light good cigarettes. If I hit you with cigarettes less than one hundred yuan, I will be a fool."
Boiled shepherd's purse, with a bitter mouth.
The calories of this thing are the same as the laws in the Philippines, which are equivalent to the prawns and beef on the instant noodle packaging. People with low emotional intelligence say it has no calories, and people with high emotional intelligence will describe it as a pattern for reference only.
In short, it is slightly more practical than drawing cakes to satisfy hunger and looking at plums to quench thirst. It is very limited. It is not really not hungry, but at least you can feel the weight and volume in your stomach.
Well, in short, it is much better than stomach-strengthening and digestion-promoting tablets.
Back to the wishing interface, he hesitated to enter the description:
"Cure (delete), inhibit abnormal spinal proliferation."
The reply font given in the wishing interface is red like blood,
[Insufficient resources: Destiny Coin]
Li Cang is a little irritable.
Give me more hints!
What the hell is this Destiny Coin!
Is it possible that the user manual was dipped in sauce and eaten when the system was installed?
He touched the jagged spine with his backhand-
The skin felt almost nothing, and the touch from his hand was no different from touching the back of an alligator turtle.
Before the disaster, Li Cang had been hospitalized for quite a long time. 26 vertebrae had hyperplasia, compressing the spinal cord and skull inward, compressing the muscle and vascular tissue outward, and the atlas was protruding.
At the same time, there are several related or unrelated complications as gifts, and all kinds of medical treatments are useless. The strangeness of the condition can be regarded as the primary inclusion indicator of the industry's conscientious textbooks.
The good news is that everything needed for treatment is free.
The bad news is that everything needed for treatment has always been free.
Death is not feared, so how can foodies be afraid of death? Foodies are afraid of starving to death because they have no food to eat.
Huddled in a corner, Li Cang began to wait and see.
If the floating islands are close enough, they will attract each other, and the larger one will pull the smaller one, causing it to deviate slightly from the original path.
And by symbolically "tying" it with a simple rope like Li Cang did before, the speed of the island drifting away can be slowed down to a certain extent.
Moreover, each floating island where the survivors are located can "swallow" a smaller floating island to grow its own volume. Li Cang guessed that the area of the swallower's island must be at least dozens or hundreds of times larger than the swallowed one.
Li Cang's floating island has swallowed up four "floating islands" in the past three days. The size of the island is no larger than a basin. The area change is so small that it is almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
Like the floating island where the wild rose was dug before, there is no intention of being swallowed up at all.
After taking a few more sips of salty rain water, there was a slight burning pain on the tip of his tongue like a needle. Li Cang felt that his physical strength had recovered a little.
Resisting the urge to pull up the wild rose by the roots and take a few bites, he continued to stare at a floating island that had just floated out of the haze and had a very regular trajectory.
For three days, it appeared from the left side of Li Cang's floating island every dusk according to the established route, drew an arc, and then slowly slipped away.
Li Cang was sure that every time it passed by, it was gradually approaching him. This time, the closest distance had reached the level that the rope hook could touch.
"Bang~"
The floating island smashed the half-meter diameter earth and rocks in front of it into pieces at a very fast speed.
He only had one chance.
"Now!"
The rope with a steel hook at the top turned a few times in his hand, flew out with a whoosh, and hit the edge of the floating island.
It's hooked!
The two floating islands, which were moving in completely different directions, suddenly stretched the rope straight.
It was hard to imagine that the two huge floating islands were pulled by such a small and weak hand-wrapped cloth rope in an extremely ridiculous way, rotating like a bumper ball.
The two islands collided with each other as if they had no weight or hardness, and finally stuck together.
"Awesome!!"
