I live in a desert island property

Chapter 511: After so many years of enjoyment... it doesn’t matter if I die.

Jia Yushi sighed. He might have had similar thoughts when he was young.

But if you stay here for a long time, you will always be affected by the environment and gradually become insensitive.

"Several peaks on a mountain road in the west direction are anchored by unknown demons. After passing by, there may be a mass of black air in the stomach, which is constantly expanding like pregnancy."

"In just one month, this black energy will break out of the body and kill the host."

"I don't know its rules yet...this demon's attacks seem to be random."

The two of them walked forward along the wide road. The number of cars was very rare. The few cars that occasionally passed by were also owned by Shang Bu Wenming's staff.

Most of the indigenous people living here just maintain basic food and clothing. In fact, they cannot afford the "super ancient technology" left here.

Fortunately, maintaining food and clothing is already a very happy thing.

There are also some simple and simple industrial chains here. The aborigines dig minerals, plant medicinal herbs, cut wood, and sell them to "super-ancient relics". Robots that can automatically identify goods will give corresponding currencies after identifying the raw materials.

Local residents use these currencies to purchase food, clothes, pots and pans and other daily necessities from other villages.

Over time, these currencies slowly spread out.

With general equivalents, trade flows between villages can be promoted.

Therefore, most residents and industrial chains live around the so-called "ancient ruins".

"We once thought that by opening up a few more cities similar to the Mother City, the population would increase."

"It's just that guardians similar to the negative mountain turtle are very rare."

"The brains of many immortals are no longer normal. They have no determination. They may have been assimilated by the power of the devil, and they cannot take care of too many people..." Jia Yushi said.

In a dome-shaped building, Zhang Ming saw a line of ink text: "Rules of the Mother City Trading Market: No lying, violators will die!"

Simple and crude rules, but very effective.

In the Mother City, a large number of residents and many caravans coming from afar are doing business here.

However, the atmosphere inside seemed quite stiff, and the occasional conversations were slow, and I thought for a long time before saying something like that.

"Using this corridor as the dividing line, you can't tell lies when you pass through the corridor." Jia Yushi introduced, "Otherwise, you will be attacked by the devil and die suddenly."

This is caused by the overflow of the demon's power, and the detection mechanism is based on "self-awareness".

For example, someone greets you with: "Have you had breakfast?"

If you clearly didn’t eat but subconsciously replied “eat”,

If the person didn't realize that he had told a lie, it would be fine, because the current monitoring mechanism of the Demon God is based on "self-awareness".

But if he later realizes that he is lying, he will die immediately.

Demon God [Mo] doesn't matter whether you are trading or chatting, as long as you touch its rules, it will kill you immediately.

It is obviously difficult to deceive oneself, so everyone would rather remain silent than chatting, and think twice about every word they say.

Because of such rules, honest business is like a cultural existence.

Everyone tends to trade here, after all, it can really save a lot of trouble.

Jia Yushi said: "Having seen such majesty, even if they leave the Mother City, they will not dare to violate the principle of integrity. Instead, they will spread the rules here religiously. Slowly, some rules will be passed to distant places. This may be It’s a model of using the power of the devil to transform the world.”

"It's just a pity that the person suppressing here can't hold on anymore... I don't know how long this situation can last."

"Where is the Mountain-bearing Divine Turtle now?" Zhang Ming asked.

An old voice rang out: "Right at your feet, you bastard, are you awake?"

"What price did you pay for eating soft food?"

"She wants me to help her make money and dig space tunnels." Zhang Ming said nonsense, "But I am not strong enough now, and digging tunnels consumes too much... so I can only wait until I grow up."

Suddenly, Lao Zhang broke into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he hadn't entered the other side of the corridor yet, otherwise just this lie would have caused him to suffer a demon-level attack!

"Hmph, I guess that's the case... If you weren't valuable, the Demon God would have killed you long ago. How could you be so kind? You kid, please take it easy, don't really think that you can eat soft food indefinitely."

The negative mountain turtle also wanted to use the power of [Mo] to find out whether Lao Zhang was lying.

But after careful consideration, I decided to forget it.

On the one hand, the two sides have not broken each other's skin, and it can be regarded as a friendly and cooperative relationship.

Random lie detection will only offend Zhang Ming.

Who wants to expose their privacy?

On the other hand, this lie detection mechanism was only triggered by the Demon God [Mo] leaking a few rules.

This rule can be used to control ordinary people, but if you want to control the strong, there are still ways to circumvent it.

After all, this is just a lie detection mechanism based on "self-perception". A strong person can circumvent it as long as he finds a way to modify his memory and change his self-perception.

The only way to truly control the strong is through "contract". That is the true power of Demon God [Mo].

If you temporarily modify your cognition, it will also be detected.

"Don't worry so much, that Demon God likes me very much. I give her money every day now. Do you know how cool it is to support a Demon God?" Zhang Ming said shamelessly, and even moved his body to the inside of the corridor in order to prove that he was not lying. "See, I didn't lie."

"Haha, this kid has the demonic power in his brain, and he is really delirious. The 100,000 yuan he finally earned will not be cheated like this." The turtle snorted coldly.

"That's not true. It still exists with me." Zhang Ming said.

"You can't say that, Old Turtle, that 100,000 yuan was earned by the [Long-cherished Wish] Demon God himself, and this kid couldn't produce the fruit himself. He is just a storage warehouse for the source of the world!"

A crow flew in the sky and gloated: "But it doesn't matter. One more [Long-cherished Wish] demon is better than a lot of demons."

"At least the [Long-cherished Wish] Demon God can still cooperate. Anyway, it is the mental patient who bears the price."

"That's called the [Demon God of Hope], do you understand? If you want to see her, I will summon her right now." Zhang Ming danced and started to dance.

"The wind is so tight!"

The ghost crow was immediately frightened to death, stopped on the eaves, and did not dare to speak.

Then he flapped his wings twice and ran away.

The divine thought of the Mountain-bearing Divine Turtle also disappeared without a trace.

Jia Yushi couldn't escape, so he bit the bullet and asked: "Mr. Zhang, you...don't call me yet. I have a big problem here. Can you get more fruits?"

Zhang Ming quietly moved his body back from the inside of the corridor.

He suddenly remembered something, that fruit tree was transplanted onto the scale of judgment.

He can obtain the fruit directly through this mark on his chest without having to discuss it with Miss Calabash.

Now that I think about it, it seems a little weird. This weird feeling is a bit hard to describe.

"Well, to be honest, you can't keep me begging."

"Although the [Hope] Demon God is not [Long-cherished Wish], she does like me very much, but many times, when the favor is gone, it is difficult to make up for it. You must at least pay for it..."

The subtext is: Yes, but you have to pay more!

Jia Yushi immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It would be nice to have a clear answer. Anyway, his minimum task was completed.

"There are also some old guys from the burial world who have also conveyed their thoughts. They want to buy fruits... Mr. Zhang, can the group purchase be cheaper? Otherwise, if those old guys make a fuss, we won't be able to bear it here. Do you have any on hand? How many can meet their needs?"

Zhang Ming had already known about Shimama's big lie.

With his identity as a remnant soul of Xuanwu, this guy's ability to deceive is really impressive. Even Zhang Ming himself felt that the relief method provided by Shimama seemed reliable!

Calculating this way, wouldn't it mean that there are more than 300 immortals in the burial world, and 300 fruits of the Garden of Eden are needed?

The total value is...30 million? !

In addition to the civilization on the other side of the Sea of ​​Demonic Gods, if one hundred fruits were needed, it would be the source of the world worth 40 million.

Zhang Ming took a breath of cold air, his head felt faintly hot, and his whole mind went blank.

"I... I'm not sure. I think there are a few, because the devil directly gave me a fruit, and also gave Zhongshan one..." Zhang Ming said vaguely, "Are there hundreds of them? I Not too sure..."

This is too much money!

The source of the world with a level of tens of millions and wealth at the level of a demon can simply crush everything!

Of course, the actual situation cannot be so much.

It is difficult for most immortals to absorb 100,000 units of World Source in one go.

They do have a lot of rare treasures on hand, but the Source of the World is a long-term consumable, which is equivalent to combat effectiveness.

It's really difficult to come up with a large amount of cash.

This is like the Bretton Woods system on earth. The United States was based on gold, and the U.S. dollar was anchored to gold. However, the quantity of gold was limited and could not support the huge transaction volume, so the system collapsed in just 29 years.

The source of the world today is actually just a unit of value measurement, because it is always in short supply and will not really be used in trade.

In other words, this thing is naturally deflationary.

As long as you hold the Source of the World, with the passage of time and the continuous development of science and technology of various civilizations in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods, your wealth will naturally increase! The more advanced the civilization, the more thirsty it is for the source of the world!

Forty million!

It's just that this number is so big, so big that it's frightening, and it's so big that Zhang Ming's blood is about to boil.

At this moment, he suddenly felt blessed and had some doubts.

Instead of being dazzled by the wealth, he began to have doubts and broke into a cold sweat!

Yes, unless he controls the body of the Time and Space Worm and digs holes like crazy, he can consume this large amount of property.

Otherwise, with his own strength, he would not be able to spend all the money he wants!

This is indeed a super amount at the level of a demon.

So, what can this large amount of money be used for?

It really can only be used to support his personal secretary.

For the scale of judgment, money can speak to the gods!

But are things really that smooth...are they really that smooth?

Ask yourself, are you really that lucky and successful? !

Zhang Ming rubbed his temples and held his breath. The more he thought about it, the more his heart fell to the bottom of the sea, as if it was grabbed viciously by a giant hand!

He felt that his inherent knowledge was being challenged.

It's not that he is suspicious by nature, but this fact is indeed very strange.

When Miss Calabash traveled to this world, she only brought one Tree of Eden with her.

Others, nothing!

There is really only this one tree! !

Even in the beginning, the tree didn't have much use.

But now, just a tree that can cultivate fruit can actually reap such huge benefits! !

Is it really just good luck? !

"Or is it carefully designed and planned?"

Zhang Ming couldn't help but his heart was beating wildly.

[Long-cherished Wish] is not a space demon. For [Long-cherished Wish], time travel is a very difficult thing.

After traveling through the past, you must be extremely weak and your energy will be exhausted.

If [Long-cherished Wish] tried its best to travel through the wish-making ability of Judgment Scale, but could only carry one item, what should it carry?

"Judging from the current results, the Tree of Eden is actually the best item to carry! There is no one!"

"This tree can bring so many benefits!"

Even if there are only 10 million world sources, it can already restore most of the power of a demon god.

And then it snowballs further.

This fact is indeed possible, and it makes people feel chilled all over, as if even space has frozen.

"Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang?" Jia Yushi noticed something was wrong with Zhang Ming and thought he was thinking about begging.

Zhang Ming came back to his senses and smiled twice: "I'm sorry, I'm a little overwhelmed with so much wealth all at once."

"Haha, it's understandable, but if you help dig space tunnels in the future, it will probably cost a lot of money. The more money you handle, the more you will get used to it over time." Jia Yushi was not flattering, but said this sincerely.

Mr. Zhang Ming’s value is too great. Not only can he eat the soft rice of the devil [Hope], but he can also dig space tunnels by himself!

No matter which one, they are of strategic value!

…

Zhang Mingzheng fell into deep self-doubt. Everything in the past was like old photos, stained with the color of tea.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

From an intellectual level, he has reason to doubt something, but from a perceptual level, he is not willing to doubt it.

How can we make him doubt it?

There are too many shared experiences between both parties.

In times of crisis, Miss Calabash takes care of her wholeheartedly, and is not afraid of getting dirty or tired; when she is mentally empty, she can meet all spiritual needs and can accompany her no matter what.

He speaks politely, behaves cutely and innocently, and can play various roles.

Very smart and able to handle all kinds of troublesome tasks.

Full of energy, happy and joyful every day.

Even the dirty clothes are washed for you!

When Zhang Ming wanted to be alone, she would leave very wisely, leaving Zhang Ming alone.

The most important thing is that she never asked for...

It is only now that I have a little private money.

How can we doubt her?

Thinking about this kind of thing is really mentally draining. Zhang Ming feels confused and even a little scared.

This may be the fundamental weakness of human beings. No one is willing to cut himself with a knife and insert that knife into his heart.

Compared with the demon-god level willpower, human beings are indeed nothing.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Ming really couldn't think of a reason, and thought secretly: "I really don't want to doubt her..."

"But if something not so wonderful does happen, if you lose, you lose. It doesn't matter if I die, does Miss Calabash really exist?"

"It would be fine if it had never existed. [Long-cherished Wish] finally fell out. Anyway, I have been happy for so many years."

"If she really exists, but I lost in a daze, what should she do?"

At this moment, Zhang Ming was frightened and at the same time inexplicably relieved, because it seemed that it was not too late for him to realize this.

"All the civilizations in the outside world treat her as a long-cherished wish. This is not a bad thing. They should have made corresponding backup plans and preparations for confrontation."

"They are the wise ones. Even if I am really fooled..."

Zhang Ming let go of his psychological burden. After all, he had been really happy for so many years... It would be nothing if he died.

With so many civilizations and masters in the outside world, there are corresponding expectations.

"Oh, I always thought they were making a fuss, but I didn't expect that the fool was me!"

…

"Mr. Zhang, you're awake!" At this moment, a group of men and women ran over from the shopping mall. They were villagers from Qingshi Village. They were all smiling like flowers, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of youth.

When they first saw this bustling city, their level of surprise was no different from that of the sheep-headed people.

However, young people are always more receptive than older people. In just a few days, they have become accustomed to the various advanced equipment here.

"Everyone, how have you been these two days? Where did you go?" Zhang Ming waved to them.

"We went to the big library. There are so many books in there! There are also those... those... comic books!"

"We also played games, but they were a bit expensive... You can only play for one hour for one dollar. It would be nice if I could buy a computer."

"Whatever big dream you have in spring and autumn, the most you can do is buy a bicycle and go back."

The young men and women started chattering.

"I didn't expect that the Mother City is still prosperous and still exists. It's really a good thing... Most of our goods have been sold and they are quite popular." Guo Dazhu, the leader of the village, came over and said happily. , "But we still have some drugs and can sell treatment services. Mr. Zhang, this is your profit share."

This trip earned Zhang Ming about 10,000 merchant coins.

According to the price of one yuan per kilogram of rice, it can be regarded as a profit of 5 tons of rice.

Compared with the big business of 40 million world sources, 5 tons of rice is not even a hair.

But the truth is better!

These not-so-delicate currencies are heavy in the palm of your hand, brought about by these days of labor, and also represent the risks you have endured during this period.

Zhang Ming took the coins and slowly came back to his senses. He felt that his soul had traveled from a very outrageous world to another more real world.

All the supplies in Qingshi Village can be sold for about 50,000 yuan, with a net profit of between 25,000 and 30,000 yuan.

The profit of 20,000 yuan is considered a collective asset and belongs to the entire village.

The other five thousand profits can be converted into labor remuneration for the caravan members.

Don't think that four or five hundred yuan is a small salary per person. In this era, a life is often only a hundred yuan...

"Don't spend randomly, plan carefully what you want to buy." Guo Dazhu cleared his throat and taught the young people.

He said word for word, very rigidly: "Don't waste your money on playing games, drinking, and gambling, do you understand?"

"Also, take care of your lower body, don't be deceived! This is the five hundred yuan you exchanged for your life. Maybe you will never make so much in this life, do you understand?"

The young men laughed and laughed, saying "I understand" repeatedly - although some guys are really ready to make a move, there is indeed a place like a red light district in the Mother City, where all kinds of creatures are found, which are very attractive to males, but there are people who are in charge. They also don’t spend money recklessly.

Guo Dazhu said again: "We will stay here for a few days, sell the goods, and then buy what we want. Then we have to set off and return to the village."

"So fast?" Zhang Ming asked in surprise, "Why don't you stay a little longer? I don't charge you money to live on a steamer."

"It's been too long since I came out. This place...isn't my hometown after all." Guo Dazhu picked up the pipe, took a puff, and exhaled a stream of turbid white smoke.

The young people also looked confused. They had seen such a huge and prosperous city, strange customs, various rules and dangers along the way.

Now that the journey has finally reached its end, they feel an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

The two bears in the team said they would not leave. The black and white bear said with a smile: "We have made a living here. Maybe next time we will organize a team and go to the village to trade!"

The Bear Demon Civilization, as a relatively powerful civilization, allows the bears to know a little bit of the truth, and the bears can become staff members of the Mother City.

Now that they have arrived in the Burial World, it is extremely difficult for them to return to their mother civilization because the cost of teleportation is too expensive...

It takes hundreds of units of World Source to teleport one person. Their mother civilization cannot afford to pay to teleport them back.

This truth is cruel, but also a cold fact.

"Mr. Zhang, won't you follow us back..."

A girl hesitated. Her name was "Lin" and she was the doctor in the team.

"Mr. Zhang has his own affairs to be busy with. He can't stay in our village all the time." Guo Dazhu smiled and came to the rescue. "And we have all encountered difficulties and obstacles along the way and know the corresponding rules."

"Go back the way you came, there won't be any problem!"

"And we will stay here for a few more days and continue to sell goods, so don't be in a hurry to say goodbye."

Although it is said that all feasts in the world must come to an end, but after getting along for a long time, there is always some reluctance to part with them.

Zhang Ming thought for a long time and wanted to send them home.

If you use the teleportation ability, you can send them back without much effort.

However, his personal secretary didn’t think so: [You’d better give them a space prop so that they can travel lightly without having to carry big or small bags, and can also avoid some unknown risks. Then give away some transportation vehicles such as tricycles, plus some medicines to treat diseases, and that should be enough. 】

[After all, they are not willing to accept gifts that are too expensive. 】

[It is best to let them walk back slowly by themselves. Life is their own, and their experiences and lessons are also their own. You can take care of them for a while, but not forever. With space props, they can also ensure safety. 】

"Hey, just follow your method." Zhang Ming sighed softly. The little secretary is really always smart, and everything is arranged in an orderly manner for him.

Next, after making an appointment with everyone in the caravan to meet for dinner, Zhang Ming followed Jia Yushi to the top floor of the circular building.

The scenery of the entire city is in full view.

On one side are modern buildings and even tall technological devices such as "space teleportation".

Outside the city center, there are villages with backward technology. The wooden carts and the fields being plowed in the spring barely maintain the vitality of this world.

And in the more distant areas that cannot be reached by sight, there are withered weeds and withered woods.

The power of the devil is quietly infiltrating.

No one knows what is going on in the outside world.

Once the balance is out of balance, it will tilt faster and faster, eventually falling at a free fall speed.

"Didi!"

The big screen lit up.

Jia Yushi said quickly: "If you are willing, the Sea of ​​Demon Gods would like to contact you."

"no problem."

After the screen opened, the figure that appeared turned out to be a giant dragon creature.

There was also a short figure, who turned out to be his old friend, Mr. Jia Jinjin.

"Oh, my old friend, Brother Zhang, long time no see. I heard that you have been in a coma recently. I wonder how your mental state is?" Jia Jinjin said in that weird accent.

"Well... I just woke up today." Zhang Ming yawned, "Look at the two dark circles under my eyes, begging the devil still has a price."

"You are really a big star in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods recently. The more powerful the civilization, the more attention it pays to you. Even those very remote civilizations hiding in their own small worlds have expressed concern."

Zhang Ming cursed in his heart, "You don't know how much trouble I, Old Zhang, have. Recently, I have become suspicious and started to doubt my wife."

That's how men are, the more money they have, the more serious their suspicions become.

But he couldn't talk about this trouble and could only bear it himself.

"Old Jia, although I have made some money, my life is as bad as the apple pie made by Aunt Carla next door... I have no idea how to spend it."

"Kara...Aunt Kara?" Jia Jinjin shook his body and raised his eyebrows, "Old Zhang, it is indeed not a good thing to have more money. The construction of spiritual civilization must keep up. There are many cases of getting rich overnight and ruining the family. .”