Chapter 41 Postpartum Care on the Mother Planet

No matter how fantastical the reality is, the plot that should appear will always appear in a process that it considers to be reasonable and reasonable.

Take for example Li Cang’s reply post from a believer who would be confused even after just two glances——

Just yell a few words, "God said to have a light body, the body is a prison, just like God also wants to break free from the shackles" and then a lot of believers will really dive into their posts and become die-hard fans?

The world is very big, but Li Cang doesn’t believe there are so many idiots.

Click on a post and browse from the beginning to page 20.

"Pfft, the essence of human beings is indeed a repeater~"

Lao Wang was puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, look at this," Li Cang said, "the appearance rate of these IDs is obviously too high. From a time point of view, as long as the frequency of replies decreases, they will appear. Although they will not be counted by the forum as one head and one click, but The post is still considered updated, and the post will reappear in the large list updated by time."

"Looking at this batch of IDs, they usually appear in clusters between 8 and 11 o'clock every night. There are dozens or hundreds of IDs in a row. All it takes is to add a parentheses for this article. Even the trolls dare not do this. I think the vast majority of people are still adapting to the new lifestyle of not being able to use their mobile phones without electricity or internet, so guess what they will do during this most boring time?”

Lao Wang suddenly realized,

"A wave of people are the individuals or organizations who created this follower reply post. Are they consciously setting the pace?"

"The other group of people are just watching the excitement and don't mind the chaos. They are not believers at all. They just want to cause trouble and eat big melons!"

"Oh, maybe it's just for the sake of repeating. Emmm, I understand this very well. After all, when people are bored, it would be really happy to have an emotional repeater."

Lao Wang briefly calculated the proportion of the rhythm party and the repeater, and showed a look of mourning.

"Damn, those people who really believe are so pitiful."

June 29, 2026.

It's the 30th day after birth on the mother planet, and I'm in a bad mood.

From time to time, the rolling clouds struck a few short, feeble lightning bolts. In the fierce hurricane, two floating islands appeared against the direction of the wind. One was like a carefree gourd, and the other was a top-heavy hourglass (still a gourd)!

The two islands were traveling side by side at the speed of a sightseeing tour, with rope chains behind them dragging seventeen or eight island fragments, each larger than their own bodies, trembling and rolling and colliding in the hurricane.

"Boom~"

This is the 23rd impact since early morning.

Debris about the size of a building flew past the edge of the floating island, shamelessly taking away Li Cang's most precious toilet.

The two tracks were facing each other, and with the help of the hurricane, Li Cang let the perpetrator run away before he could throw a hook, and his anger value was +1.

After Li Cang and Lao Wang's floating islands merged together, he discovered that the great sea route was not so easy to open.

Each floating island will have its own relatively fixed trajectory according to the "rules", and a complete cycle will yield certain benefits. Everyone who survives knows this.

As for why? What is the scientific basis for this? How long is a cycle?

All depends on imagination

So far, no survivor on the forum has come forward to post about getting benefits from completing the cycle.

"Holding the grass, holding the grass scares me to death. Our little broken ball is still so angry even when he is in confinement. This wind must be eleven or two levels, right? What a loud tone!"

Lao Wang's shield-like body is as stable as a rock in the wind. He is even better at this than those geological fragments.

Those fragments have no orbit of their own and are not bound by unknown rules. Normally, An Anjing would like to disguise himself as safe and harmless as a marshmallow next to the clouds.

The two floating islands are like poor boats in a storm. It's okay to face rough waves, but it's really too much for you to throw torpedoes at me.

"What do you mean? I hear but don't see."

They were almost face to face, close enough to see whether the other person had washed his or her face this morning, but Li Cang still had to yell at the top of his lungs,

"How's the situation over there?"

"A big hole was smashed into my stilted building, and one of the sheep was blown away. This is such a bad weather."

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he showed an expression of disbelief.

"I automatically classified this situation into the 'weather' column? How dare I?!"

Poor sheep, it might as well have been stewed last night.

Li Cang looked everywhere for food reserves.

Then I found that this idiot had made a nest shape under the buttocks of the black-skinned skeleton who was half-kneeling at the entrance of the mill. Their postures looked like the black-skinned skeleton had gone through all kinds of hardships and given birth to a chicken.

The food reserve was lying down underneath, with a cowardly look in his eyes.

In this kind of weather, we have to face the bombardment of tons of geological debris. Everything on the floating island is trembling, and there is a serious lack of sense of security.

Li Cang pointed upward,

"There is a high probability that there will be heavy rain soon. Have you prepared the water storage tank? Well, considering the condition, there is also a possibility of hail."

"Isn't it just hail falling all the time? Hundreds, thousands, and tons of stone hailstones," Lao Wang said speechlessly. "It's already done. It was dug on the foundation of the pond behind the stilted building. Damn, if this continues, people will die." , maybe if there’s a small stone with a self-aim, I’ll just lose it, I said, we have to find a way to hide!”

"Are you blown out of your mind?"

The world is vast, there is no world or ground on the floating island, where can I hide?

Lao Wang was also helpless and cursed.

"Damn, where did all these fragments come from? Wasn't it fine two days ago?"

"Yes, it was fine before," Li Cang suddenly said, "I have a bold idea. Is it possible that these fragments all come from the same place, such as a super giant floating island?"

After all, Li Cang can be said to have experienced this situation in person. At that time, after the floating island of Yanchuan Second Hospital cracked, the surrounding area was comparable to a star ring, and the size of the fragments was in the tens of thousands.

"How big an island would that be?"

At a glance, it is impossible to judge the scope of this seemingly sparse but seriously oversized single fragment rain. From the eyes to the horizon, there are shadows of fragments everywhere.

"If it doesn't work, we can hide on the back of the island base," Li Cang frowned habitually and gestured, "Part of the narrow part of the hourglass shape of my floating island is in a zero-gravity state. Just tie a rope and hang it. It won't take any effort to stay there for a long time."

"Don't you want the things up there?"

"It's as if we can save something by staying up there."

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However, the fortunes of the two floating islands seemed to suddenly reverse.

Geological debris fell like raindrops, and they were all cleverly dodged by the floating islands one by one. In the next three hours, not a single piece of debris hit the floating islands.