The first time I'd ever seen blood.
My first time killing a monster.
First time killing someone.
The first time I was deceived.
...
He recalled many firsts in the small dark room.
The memories of wasteland dwellers are mostly filled with bitterness and pain.
Memories are a form of spiritual torture.
He could only rely on repeated physical pain to break free from his mental shackles.
Bloodstains gradually appeared on his face, arms, and chest.
He seeks pain, but must restrain himself...
He couldn't feel the passage of time; he desperately tried to recall what the green-headed pigeon had said—two hours.
Two hours, it'll be quick. He reassured himself.
He has lived for more than 30 years, and two hours of recollection must have been fleeting.
...
Compared to Lao Qin's suffering, Xia Chuhe was living a rather comfortable life.
Her past life was filled with sweetness, with occasional bitterness, but the protagonists of the bitterness were mostly others, and she was just an observer.
The only real misfortune in Xia Chuhe's life was the disappearance of his parents.
In fact, after arriving in the wasteland, she felt incredibly lucky. Time and again, she brushed with death and miraculously survived.
Now, there are some clues about the parents.
As long as she holds onto the clues and follows them closely, she will eventually find her parents and uncover the secret of her time travel.
Xia Chuhe is not afraid of a dark room, nor is he afraid of losing his five senses.
Because she can farm.
Lighting the pine firewood stored on the farm instantly dispelled the darkness of the small dark room.
Xia Chuhe moved eight plots of land, the mill, and the feed mill under construction from the farm.
Touch the wheat that has grown a new crop and check if there are any weeds in the wheat field.
Wipe the dryer and threshing machine in the mill clean, and carefully collect the little bit of flour left in the crevices of the stone mill.
Add bricks and tiles to the freely constructed feed mill, accelerating its construction speed.
...
Xia Chuhe placed the bricks on the half-meter-high wall, and the bricks flew off the wall, clearly showing his disdain.
Alright! If they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will.
Summer hoeing drifted into the mill, pouring out the magic seeds from the sachet—
One soybean, two soybeans, three soybeans...
Ah, I'm sleepy, I'll take a nap.
...
Old Qin struggled repeatedly between painful lucidity and even more painful depravity.
The two hours he had been anticipating passed in the blink of an eye, yet felt as long as thirty years.
Finally, as he lay battered and bruised, a ray of white light appeared in the dark room.
Old Qin swam with all his might toward the white light...
As dawn broke, he finally returned to the instance.
Two people, missing limbs, lay on the ground, covered in fine downy hair. They were motionless, like the pitiful birds that often crash into glass in the city.
These two were the racing pigeons that entered the dark room before Lao Qin.
The green-headed pigeon walked up to the two of them and pawed at them with its claws: "Coo, good-for-nothing."
Green-headed Pigeon pulled a walkie-talkie from his suit pocket: "Coo coo, there are two useless people at the outpost."
Two vultures descended from the sky, opened their massive beaks, and swallowed the two defenseless people whole.
The vulture wiped its mouth: "Wow~ you're so fast, there aren't many appetizers this year."
The vulture spoke, its head still, its eyes slowly shifting towards Old Qin. The injured racing pigeon looked plump and delicious…
Old Qin shuddered; his wound was itchy.
He looked down and saw that the scratch had grown fine, warm, and reassuring fuzz.
The green-headed pigeon stared at the vulture: "Coo, get out of here after you've finished your work."
The vulture glanced at Old Qin resentfully before flying into the sky.
The green-headed pigeon looked at Old Qin with satisfaction. The fact that it could emerge from the dark room almost unharmed showed that the pigeon had a tenacious spirit and was a promising talent.
Yes, compared to other pigeons that were missing limbs, Lao Qin was indeed almost unharmed.
The green-headed pigeon took pity on him: "Coo, you can rest for a round, and then you can do direction-setting training with them later."
...
The ducks and pigeons each faced a new round of torment from their keepers, and Xia Chuhe finally got a good night's sleep.
The watch sent several new messages, the first one from Wang Yan, followed by photos from Li Pangpang, Zhao Maomao, Lao Qin, and Lu Dangui.
Wang Yan's selfie —
He lay sprawled on the grass with a silly grin on his face, and at first glance, nothing seemed amiss.
Upon closer inspection... there seems to be an egg beneath Wang Yan!
Li Pangpang posted a picture of his sleeping companion—
He was motionless, seemingly sleeping peacefully, but there were traces of vomit on the corners of his mouth and the front of his clothes, and his belly was sticking out high.
Something doesn't seem right... Ah, why is he sleeping with his eyes open!
Zhao Maomao's ice sculpture —
Lifelike.
Very nice, a very beautiful ice sculpture duck.
Huh? How come this duck has two human legs?!
Lao Qin also took a selfie—
Bare-chested, the downy hair on his chest fluttered in the wind, exuding a flamboyant charm.
Summer hoeing has made the rice numb.
No matter what Lu Dangui posted, she would never be surprised.
Click on the picture posted by Lu Danggui —
A beautiful woman with long, ankle-length hair, her silvery-white hair flowing smoothly and naturally around her body, revealing only her smooth, fair ankles and a small section of her beautiful, firm calves that evoke a sense of longing.
Xia Chuhe, resting his chin on his hand: It looks good, but the flock of raptors is a proper flock, why are you sending young ladies here?
It's a pity the girl only showed half of her profile; I really want to get to know her!
Xia Chuhe shook his head...
Hmm? This profile... seems, perhaps, maybe... a little familiar.
She...she...she couldn't be Lu Dangui, could she?!
How did Angelica sinensis turn out like this?!
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