After Fang Ning received the message from the eagle, he rewarded the eagle with a pill, and the eagle left with great gratitude.
He looked around and saw that there was no human being on the land. All kinds of little demons and ghosts were running rampant everywhere, showing off their power and fighting. Only the steel jungle still stood quietly, indicating the civilization that had once existed on this land. .
Those fertile fields, which had not been seen for a while, were already overgrown with all kinds of weeds and many shrubs. The fertile fields were about to turn back into the jungle era.
For those who are environmentally friendly, this could be excellent news.
The earth at this time can be said to be the cleanest moment since the beginning of the industrial age.
No wonder those big demons are ready to move. Anyone who sees such fertile land will be greedy.
"What is the big thing you are talking about?" The uncle suddenly asked curiously.
"Farming." Fang Ning said calmly.
"Well, it's really a big deal." The uncle said dumbfounded.
"Nonsense, you have no idea how much food you have eaten in the past two days? Human beings' current food supply relies on organic matter provided by omnipotent bacteria, which are then synthesized into various nutritional pastes. Do you want to eat that?" Fang Ning said with disdain.
"I don't want to eat it, but it's not me who eats it anyway... I actually don't care about the taste." The uncle said proudly.
"Damn it, it tastes bad. The big caterpillar eats slowly and replenishes its blood slowly. It was beaten to death in one go. Do you still care?" Fang Ning said angrily.
"Well, this is really a problem. No wonder you said this was a big deal. I thought you were going to play games secretly again." The uncle said embarrassedly.
"Am I the kind of person who doesn't know what's going on?"
"Aren't you?"
Fang Ning was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot. He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Black Cat.
As a result, the mobile phone prompted "the other party is not in the service area."
"Well, humans have retreated into the secret realm, and the previous communication facilities have been abandoned, right? That shouldn't be the case. At least I see that the satellites are still working normally." Fang Ning looked at the space above his head, feeling very depressed.
"There's nothing I can do about it. You know, I can only connect to the existing network." The uncle said bitterly.
"By the way, don't you still have a tiger saddle bound to the system? Can you send a message to it through that?" Fang Ning had an idea.
"You can only tell whether it hurts or not. The function of sending messages has not been developed, but you can know where it is." The uncle explained.
"That's enough. Don't you know Morse code? Short pain is one symbol, and long pain is another symbol. Translate it to me like this," Fang Ning said with an open mind. "It saves me running to find it again. How much is the price drop?"
"Well, you really think, let me give it a try..." The uncle was quite interested.
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Secret realm of inheritance.
Black Tiger Tom, who was directing a group of small and exquisite spiritual robots to work in a medicine garden, suddenly felt a soreness in his waist and fell to the ground.
"Are you swollen? Master Linghu?" A red robot jumped over quickly and helped it up.
"It's okay, rice, you can continue to work. I may have been overworked recently and was temporarily exhausted." Black Tiger Tom said bitterly.
It knew very well what was going on, but it couldn't tell outsiders.
The pain came from the tiger saddle tied around the waist. It was obvious who had done the good deed.
It staggered towards the edge of the field, lay on the ground, and looked at the robots.
The robot named "Rice" returned to work.
Then the pain comes with regularity.
It was very confused, what on earth was that knight A doing
Let's talk about pain, it's not very painful, but one is long and one is short, two are long and one is short, this happens...
"Damn it, this bastard is really thinking of ways to torture Uncle Tom," Black Cat Tom said angrily, and then looked at the robots, "Did someone tip him off? Otherwise, how would he know he was being lazy?"
After a while, it had an idea and thought, could this be a code
It quickly remembered what the secret code was.
"It turns out to be Morse code." When he thought about it, he immediately understood what the pain meant.
"You asked me to go to the highest peak of the Rocky Mountains in America to find him. He's so arrogant. Do you really treat Uncle Tom as a slave?"
Tom thought gloomily, and then he stood up honestly and gave instructions, telling these robots that they had something to do. They should first continue to learn how to grow negative medicinal herbs according to the previous teaching materials.
The robots saluted it one by one and sent it off respectfully.
Behind every robot is a master operator.
These days, it is difficult to find a job, and those who can find a job are only the elites selected from a thousand.
The living conditions of most people, to put it mildly, are like raising pigs, serving as batteries for spiritual thoughts and mana.
Modern people are not stupid, and this state can still be understood at a glance.
Only tens of millions of people can obtain the right to operate spiritual robots, and their work efficiency is dozens or hundreds of times higher than before.
Both speed and physical strength are far beyond that of mortals, and the upper limit of work efficiency depends on their proficiency in operating the robot's mind.
There is no shortage of masters who can play well anywhere.
Just like the few small robots teleporting back and forth in this medicine garden.
They intersperse under each medicinal plant extremely flexibly, completing the tasks of removing insects, fertilizing, setting up seedlings, and singing at a speed that is difficult to recognize with the naked eye.
They don't need to worry about physical problems, all operations can be done in one thought, and the speed of their spiritual consciousness determines the efficiency of their work.
These robots are also powered by spiritual thoughts, so they can be made extremely delicate.
Unlike those engineering robots, which are powered by traditional diesel or gasoline engines, the power system determines that they must be stupid, bulky, and their speed cannot exceed a certain limit.
Tom was too lazy to care about the working mood of these mortals. He flew out of the secret realm of inheritance to report to some lazy guy.
"Little Tiger has met the Venerable. I wonder what the Venerable's orders are?" Black Tiger Tom said reluctantly.
It has figured out the temper of this knight A and knows that the other person will not be angry without reason.
If it were facing other strong men, it would not dare to show such a reluctant expression even if it got up from the cat's nest in the middle of the night...
"Oh, it's like this. Just now I saw that this land was deserted, and it was a pity. I happened to have just killed the incarnation of the Ghost Lord. It should be very safe here for a while, and there is no need to worry about any more ghosts causing trouble, so I asked you to come. , just to step up the development of the wasteland outside," Fang Ning said, deliberately pausing.
"Hiss..." Black Cat was shocked when he heard this, and then said cautiously, "I wonder which incarnation of the Ghost Lord the master has destroyed?"
It will never suspect Knight A of lying. The other party may not be an honest hero, but it will never lie about such military exploits. It's too easy to be seen through, there are only a few Ghost Lords.
"Oh, it's a towering blood giant. It's said that its roots are the incarnation of the powerful ghost king."
"It turned out to be him?" Black Cat Tom is a well-informed person, and he is familiar with these powerful powers from the upper realm.
Just like many people on earth in the past knew who the president of the United States was, it also knew how many great figures there were in the ghost world.
You must know that the president of the United States changes every four years and every eight years, but the great master of the ghost world changes every millions of years.
This powerful ghost king is the best at fighting among the ghost kings. Even he was defeated by Knight A
It's really hard to believe, but you have to believe it.
Even if the opponent's true dragon spirit comes, it only takes more than four years to defeat the Supreme Lord of the Ghost Realm. This is no longer cheating!
This is totally cheating!
Thinking of this, he completely put away his reluctance in the future tense, and thought to himself, he might as well make the lie come true, and surrender to this guy wholeheartedly, so that he can become a good person in the future.
And compared with other powerful people, this guy has one of the biggest advantages, which is that he is down-to-earth and doesn't have to worry about being burned.
Other great powers, such as the God of Death, are moody, unpredictable, and cannot figure things out at all. When dealing with the other party, one has to be in constant fear all day long, fearing that one day he will be sacrificed by the other party.
But following this guy, there is absolutely no such worry.
Fang Ning watched the black cat Tom's expression change, as if he had opened a soy shop.
Suddenly the uncle reminded: "Hey, this guy is green!"
"Well, it's really embarrassing that this undercover agent has become a friendly force." Fang Ning said pretendingly.
"It's turning from darkness to light. Do you still want to refuse?" the uncle said dissatisfied.
"Well, this fully proves that the path we are taking is correct. With help, even our former opponents will be influenced by the 'love and justice' we insist on and become our helpers." Fang Ning said very pleased.
"You say this, can you believe it? Didn't it succumb to my force?" the uncle said disdainfully.
"You're just talking nonsense, it's immature at first glance." Fang Ning said with disdain.