Chapter 533 Gift

Yidong Fulishi?

Jin's ancestors, who were over three hundred years old, wrote the eastern part of the travel notes to the New World.

Human cognition of the Dark Continent, including more detailed information on disasters and hopes, mostly comes from this book.

If the Dong said by the patriarch is Dong Fulishi, there will be a feeling of being unexpected and reasonable.

Except for the outsider who could walk alone more than 150 years ago, Luo couldn't think of anyone else.

Luo subconsciously wanted to confirm further, and asked, "Dong, Fulishi?"

This question caused the patriarch to think again. He thought about it carefully, and said in an uncertain tone: "When Dong said his name, it seemed to be four syllables."

His lingua franca was taught by Dong. At the beginning of their acquaintance, although they introduced each other, they did not understand the language. After they understood the language, Dong called himself Dong at that time.

"Do you know Dong?" the patriarch asked.

"I don't know him, but I know him." Luo replied.

"It seems that he is very famous among you." The patriarch said with emotion: "When I met him, he was already an old man. I think he is really knowledgeable, as if he knows everything."

Luo's understanding of Dongfu Lishi is limited, and it is even more troublesome to explain. Hearing the patriarch's emotion at this moment, he can only remain silent.

Involuntarily, Luo looked at the bar-shaped stone box. If it was related to the life limit and Dong, then he could vaguely guess what would be in the stone box.

The patriarch noticed Luo's gaze, raised his old hand, pressed it lightly on the stone box, and said, "This is something that Dong gave me before leaving. He called this thing hope, and said it could increase the life span. I listened to it at the time. I didn’t believe it, but I took it anyway.”

"Until the fire in my heart was about to go out, I tried it half-believingly." At this point, the patriarch sighed softly and said, "He didn't lie to me."

On the side, Bisiji and Dongba listened to the patriarch's not-so-standard ancient lingua franca. Although it was difficult to hear, they could barely understand it.

When the patriarch said that the things in the stone box could increase the life span, the two of them had obvious changes.

Longevity may be a thought hidden deep in the heart of every human being.

Most people want to live a better and happier life, but they want to live a longer life.

Bi Siji's performance was not bad, but Dongba's eyes showed greed.

Luo stared at the stone box and said, "Can I see it?"

The patriarch's caressing hand on the stone box stopped, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Luo, and said, "Not only will I let you see it, but I will also give it to you."

Luo Wenyan was startled, and asked, "Why did you send me?"

"You have the ability to easily cut through the stone." The patriarch didn't say it clearly, and finally said seriously: "And you saved Zhusheng them."

Luo understood, because he saved Zhusheng and them, and he was able to expand the settlement for Zhusheng, so the patriarch wanted to give him the contents of the stone box.

Will Luo refuse?

Obviously not, and will accept it frankly.

The patriarch handed over the stone box, Luo took a deep breath, and took the slightly heavy stone box.

Seeing Luo taking the stone box, the patriarch just watched silently. He didn't want to live too long, so after verification, he didn't eat the remaining half of the stone box.

Those who are older than him, those who are the same age as him, and those who are younger than him are all gone now.

He has swallowed flint and hope, so he has lived alone until now. If there is still concern, it is the future of the entire clan.

Now, Luo's ability is to bring the hope of a better future to the clan, and he values ​​Luo's hope more than the hope in the stone box.

Perhaps, no matter what kind of hope has a unique effect, it will be demanded differently from person to person.

The known types of hope contain key words such as infinite power, cure for all diseases, and inexhaustible liquid energy, all of which have extremely important effects on the human world.

Luo looked at the stone box in his hand, and a fiery gaze looked over from his side. He knew it belonged to Dongba, so he didn't bother to bother, and opened the lid of the stone box by himself.

There is nothing in the long and thin stone box,

On the cold stone bottom, there is only one half of... rice?

The rice is about two feet long, covered with golden fruits, and the upper part has been cut in half by sharp tools.

"Dong only gave me one plant, and I ate half of it at that time." The patriarch explained.

Luo nodded to show his understanding, then reached out and gently picked up the remaining half of the rice plant, and the white smoke font immediately gave it a name: Nitolomi.

This half plant of rice is indeed Nitolomi, a long-lived food produced in the eastern region of the Dark Continent, and East Fulishi is over 300 years old, which is why he ate Nitolomi.

Perhaps, even at this moment, East Fulishi still has a lot of Nitolomi in stock, which is why he was able to give a plant to the patriarch so generously.

It's just that I don't know where he is now, and this place is just one of the footprints he left more than one hundred and fifty years ago.

After reading this, I even have the idea of ​​going through the underground world first.

Luo silently put half of the rice back into the stone box, looked at the patriarch, and said sincerely, "Thank you, this is very precious."

For humans, the effects of Nitolomi are really precious.

At the moment of tentacle, Luo thought of many things, he thought of Lin Nie, Nitero, and the harp version of the Dark Solo, because the price of using that ability was shortened lifespan.

Hearing Luo's thanks, the patriarch shook his head slightly, and said earnestly: "I used to think that Chasing Flint was very precious, but the real precious thing is the home."

"Hmm." Luo could only respond in this way.

After accepting Nitolomi, Luo threw out all the doubts in his heart.

For example, is this the east or west of the Dark Continent? Are there other humans in the underground world? How big is it? What noteworthy dangers exist?

The patriarch knew everything about Luo's questions, but it was a pity that the information the patriarch knew was basically from the underground world. Even the footprints printed on the resin, he only gave a vague answer.

Among the human beings who are still trying to survive, most of them live in the underground world, and a small part stay on the ground.

It's just that the physical signs of a certain part of the human beings who stayed in the underground world have evolved and degenerated, as for the human beings living on the ground, it is not clear.

Most of the doubts were resolved, and the patriarch left on crutches.

Late at night.

Luo lay on the stone bed with his hands on the pillow, staring at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Bruna huddled beside Luo, she stood up slowly, her tentacles stuck to Luo's temple.

"Ro, you look like this now."

Bruna winds an intricate ball of thread with her plentiful tentacles.

Seeing this, Luo suddenly burst out laughing.

In the corner, Dongba was curled up in the corner, sleeping deeply, while Bisiji was on another stone bed, silently looking at Luo and Bruna opposite.

The next day, Zhusheng rushed into the house and said sadly: "The patriarch is dead."...