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Before they knew it, it was completely dark, and the jungle at night was very dangerous, so the two decided to rest here temporarily.

Under a stone wall to avoid the cold wind at night, two people lit a bonfire and sat around, drinking water and eating. Although the battle just now seemed to end logically and did not go beyond the plan, Helfas Extremely tense the whole time.

It's okay during the process, but once you relax, you will feel extremely tired.

After eating several pieces of oiled breadfruit, he finally regained his strength.

Suddenly, Helfas took out the hat.

He first turned it over to look at it, then raised his head and handed it to the farmer.

"This, you take it!"

The farmer had noticed this thing before, but didn't know what it was.

"What's this?"

Helfas told the farmer.

"It can control this piece of oil bread tree field, let you know the condition of this farmland all the time, know how to take care of it so as to grow more fruits, and you don't have to worry about it becoming a human face tree again in the future .”

"But when wearing this hat, one cannot leave the farmland."

The farmer took one look, but refused.

"This should be your thing."

Helfas said.

"I have no intention of staying in this farmland and being a farmer all the time."

"And didn't you say that you don't want this farmland to disappear, and you want it to be kept forever?"

The farmer reached out to take the hat, and his posture was cautious, as if he was afraid that he might break it if he moved too hard.

He has never seen such a magical thing, and such a magical power.

Meanwhile, he asked Helfas.

"What the **** are you?"

"Are you the one who controls the weird power, or are you also a weird?"

Helfas shook his head.

"I don't know either, but I feel like I'm alone."

The farmer stared at the black-haired man in front of him, and gradually lowered his head.

"Then it doesn't matter."

Helfas also looked at the farmer and asked him back.

"Why is it not important?"

Farmer: "Even if it is a monster, if a monster has intelligence and emotions, is it still a monster?"

Helfas: "It depends on what he thinks. He can think of himself as a person, or he can think of himself as a weirdo, or something else."

Farmer: "Then I am very glad that you can stand on the side of the people."

Helfas smiled: "Hearing you say that, it's like insisting that I'm weird. Maybe I'm a special person?"

Next, Helfas told him the real name of the sealed item, the oil bread farmer's hat, the kind of words that only appeared on the pillar.

Those who control it must keep their real names in mind, and only those who know their real names can control the sealed item.

He took out a pen made from a primitive bird feather, dipped it in the ink, and spread out the scroll on a stone.

"Remember it, see its strokes and strokes clearly!"

"It's very important."

Farmers don't need to know its meaning, they just need to know the strokes and how to write it.

He asked, "What is this?"

Helfas said: "I don't know, it may be a kind of writing, or it may be a mysterious incantation that records the law."

Farmer: "Words, what are words?"

Helfas: "A carrier used to record everything in this world."

Helfas said it lightly, as if the existence of words is a matter of course.

He stopped halfway through writing, explaining the concept of words to the farmer.

"We can see everything in the world, we can hear all kinds of voices, and we have all kinds of thoughts."

"But what we see is gone, what we hear is gone, what we thought was forgotten."

"Writing can record all this."

The farmer asked again: "Who ever used it to record?"

There was also a ray of doubt in Helfas's eyes, because he had been thinking about this question.

Yes, if this kind of symbol is a kind of writing, then someone must have used it to record, so who are these people?

Dragon?

Still weird?

Or other existence?

Finally, Helfas shook his head.

"Then I don't know, it may be some existence beyond our imagination!"

Under the sky.

The farmer knelt on the ground and watched carefully, while Herfas at the other end also knelt in front of a stone and slowly wrote a line of words with a pen.

The simple writing gave him an unparalleled sense of mystery, as if he was performing a sacred ceremony.

He felt that this magical symbol contained the ultimate mysteries and secrets of the world, interpreting all truths.

At this moment, Helfas was thinking.

If he seals enough weirdnesses, will he be able to know the meaning of all these words one day.

It took a while for the farmer to record this real name, and the other party wrote it on the ground many times before finally starting the next step.

This is also a problem that Helfas has been envisioning.

Whether other people can use the Sealed Artifact, and whether there are any necessary conditions for using the Sealed Artifact.

Helfas didn't dare to try it before, because there was only one face of the biphasic devil worm, and it was too dangerous, but this new sealed item is just right.

The risk is very low and completely within the controllable range.

The farmer put on the hat, followed the method taught by Professor Helfas to use the sealed item, the oil bread farmer's hat, and slowly closed his eyes.

And what moved with it was the hat made of roots.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The roots in the hat squirmed, and covered the farmer's head with a little bit of entanglement, as if they were attached to the opponent's scalp.

At the same time, the perspective of farmers has also changed.

It also sensed this large farmland.

That induction is neither visual nor auditory, but a feeling similar to physical touch.

It was as if the entire farmland had become a part of his body.

In the middle of the field, Helfas asked him, "How is it?"

The farmer closed his eyes and walked forward: "It's amazing that I seem to hear my own footsteps under the ground, and feel the vibration brought about by the two of us walking."

The two kept walking forward like this, turning around the farmland, and finally came to a blank place.

There was also a piece of oil bread tree here, but it was finally wiped out because of the battle between Helfas and the human face tree.

The farmer squatted here, touching the ground with his hands.

suddenly.

There are roots extending up from the ground little by little, growing slowly under the moonlight.

The large area of ​​damage caused by the battle between Helfas and the Human Face Tree is slowly being repaired. He saw a new branch of the oil bread tree growing in the farmland, and he knew that the farmer had truly mastered the seal. usage of things.

Helfas nodded, sure enough, the ability of the sealed item is not something he can use alone.

But after only making a few branches, the farmer felt exhausted and squatted on the ground panting for breath.

"What's wrong?"

The farmer told Helfas: "It takes effort to control this power, and I can't bear it."

Helfas looked at it: "I can do part of it in a day, and it will be repaired slowly after a long time. At that time, this farmland will definitely reappear in its former glory, and even become more extensive."

As he sat down, Helfas told the farmer again.

"Remember, you must remember its real name, and you must never forget it."

Farmer: "What if you forget?"

Helfas said with certainty that this was a new supernatural knowledge that he had just been thoroughly confirmed in the backlash of the biphasic devil worm.

"Once the person who controls the sealed item forgets his real name, it will get out of control and become weird again."

"Until someone remembers its real name one day, it can be sealed again."

"If one day."

"No one in this world remembers its real name anymore, then it will completely get rid of the seal."

Farmer: "But one day I die, so what to do, it will be the same again?"

Helfas: "Didn't you say that people don't die, they just change into another form, so is a child another continuation of a person's life?"

"Even if one day you are no longer here and can no longer guard this farmland, then you should give your hat to the next generation and let young people become new farmers."

"Just like that, it has been passed down from generation to generation."

Helfas stood quietly, looking at the farmer who was resting on the ground, his dark eyes were slightly bright.

The farmer seemed a little shocked when he heard what Helfas said.

He stammered, "Will the name and hat of the farmer be passed down from generation to generation?"

Helfas nodded.

"farmer!"

"I know your existence, I heard it from a settlement group on the other side of the mountain."

"I saw it when I came here, and their lives are not easy, very difficult."

The farmer heard what Helfas meant. The other party suggested that he should not be alone anymore, and wanted to persuade himself to live with those people.

He told Helfas: "They're not you, they're afraid of me."

Helfas said: "People are afraid of the unknown, but when you are willing to understand them and let them understand you, the situation will be different."

"Give it a try, and don't worry that they won't accept you."

"We are all struggling to survive in this world. If we can survive better together, why not do that?"

The farmer listened to what Helfas said and made a decision.

He nodded: "I see."

Seeing that the farmer agreed, Helfas nodded and said nothing more.

But when he fell asleep at night, Helfas suddenly felt something.

"There is movement."

Helfas suddenly sensed danger, as if something strange was approaching, he immediately opened his eyes.

Helfas, who was crouched under the corner of the wall, immediately stood up and looked into the distance.

He put his hand on the mask.

The point of view changed immediately.

Follow the feeling and breath and go straight forward, and as Helfas gets closer, he finds himself in a place overflowing with familiarity.

"In the tree pit?"

Helfas took a few steps forward and came to the tree pit.

Looking at the tree pit, he quietly squatted down.

It was a small sapling.

Although the human face tree has not been reborn after many years, a new weird seedling of the oil bread tree was born between death and rebirth.

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in the mountains.

In front of a large natural cave, six or seven men wrapped in animal skins with pointed wooden sticks carried three **** wounded back. These were the people in charge of hunting.

However, it seems that they did not gain anything from this hunting operation, and paid a heavy price.

The men of the hunting team yelled, and the women and children in the cave ran out immediately after hearing it, and helped to place the injured in the cave.

"What about the others, why are you the only ones coming back?" A middle-aged woman said while gesturing with her hands.

"They're all dead." The young man of the hunting team lowered his head.

"What did you encounter?" the middle-aged woman asked loudly.

"Several dragon beasts as tall as three people can fill our cave." The young man was still shivering when he thought about it.

Hunting in this era is a very dangerous behavior, because the dangers that dragon people have to face are not mainly weirdness, and weirdness is more like a disaster to them.

And all kinds of dragon beasts are the real danger they have to face.

In this dense jungle, there are countless dragon beasts with a length of several meters, and none of them can be challenged by dragon people. Even those "small beasts" with a height of one meter can also cause fatal damage to them.

Not to mention, there are still those huge monsters in the jungle that are ten meters or even more than ten meters long.

"Go eat something first, and then sleep."

The middle-aged woman didn't say anything more, and let the frightened youths of the hunting team go to sleep, while she took people to take care of the wounded.

This is a group of dragon people with only a few dozen people. Their labor force in the prime of life is not much, and now they can't afford the loss.

The middle-aged woman skillfully directed everyone to get busy, and everyone looked anxious and sad.

But rather than sorrow, there is more worry about what to do next. There is such a group of dangerous and carnivorous large dragon beasts nearby, will they attack here?

Even if they don't attack here, how will everyone's food and survival problems be solved next?

Simply collecting fruits will not solve the problem.

at this time.

The two of them pushed aside the leaves in the jungle, crossed the stream at the foot of the mountain, and came to the cave. They were immediately noticed by the people in the cave.

Helfas deliberately showed his figure, stood in front of the cave, looked up at the old ginkgo tree, and waited quietly.

After a while, the leader of the tribe came to him.

"You're here again."

However, while talking to Helfas, the leader looked at the farmer beside him.

"I know you, the man who lives on the other side of the mountain."

Helfas saw busy figures coming in and out of the cave, and heard the groans of the wounded.

He asked the chief: "What happened?"

The leader's face was a little ugly, but he still told what happened to them.

Helfas also remembered something at this time. When he came here before, he saw those big guys with a height of five or six meters and a length of more than ten to twenty meters nearby.

The opponent moved like an earthquake, maybe it was the enemy that the hunting team encountered, and it was indeed not a "jungle overlord" that ordinary people could deal with.

Helfas asked the leader after listening.

"Those large dragon beasts have appeared around here, and it seems that they have endangered your home and safety. Do you have any ideas?"

The leader's face was gloomy, she hadn't made a decision yet.

Should we continue to stay here, or change to another place to rebuild our home.

Originally, Helfas was still thinking about whether there was any way to persuade the other party, or to use some tricks.

But now, he decided to go straight to the point.

Helfas made a suggestion.

"Actually, we came to you this time to provide you with a new place, which is safe and will not be invaded by dragon beasts."

"And there is food there, you can work with the farmers to reclaim the food there, and you will have enough food even if you don't hunt in the future, so you can live in peace."

"The food there is not to mention dozens of people, but even hundreds of people will be enough to survive in the future."

The leader said: "I know, the place where the disappeared tribe used to be, right? There are weirdness there."

"The food there is questionable, I know that."

Helfas pointed to the farmer and said with certainty.

"But the problem has been fixed, and now it's a completely different place and there is no danger."

"And the farmer has been eating the food there for many years, you look at him, do you think there is something wrong with him?"

The leader looked at the farmer, but was still skeptical.

The farmer said at this time: "If you don't believe me, you can send a few people to go with me to have a look, and then make a decision."

At night, Helfas and the farmer rest outside under the ginkgo tree.

They skillfully took out the oiled breadfruit and made it their own dinner.

even.

Helfas also fire-roasts the breadfruit, which he recently found to be more flavorful and tastier when roasted this way.

After roasting, he broke open the shell vigorously.

The fragrance immediately spread out, and even passed into the cave.

"It smells so good!" The young people and children in the cave couldn't help but smell it.

"Don't get close, there is something wrong with the food." But the elder stopped them immediately and warned them seriously.

"But aren't they eating too?" The young man and the child looked outside.

"They eat deliciously." The sound of swallowing came from the cave.

In the darker night, people have fallen into a deep sleep.

In the distance came the cry of a large carnivore.

"Haha~" The hoarse growl made people feel trembling.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..." The rhythmic footsteps of the large dragon beast came with the vibration, as if hitting everyone's heart.

"Hehe~" The voice seemed to be not far away, and the people in the cave were completely sleepy, and got up one by one with weapons, but those wooden sticks and stones did not give them any sense of security.

Early the next morning, the leader of the tribe seemed to have a change of heart.

She found Helfas and the farmer, and asked them very seriously.

"Is the place you said really safe?"

"If we move there, will these dragon beasts appear near there?"

Helfas said, "No, they don't appear around there."

Although the oil bread tree is a kind of weirdness that is too weak to be weird, it is still weird, and the place where it is located is not something that ordinary dragon beasts dare to invade easily.

Leader: "Does this mean there is still something weird there?"

"I assure you, the weirdness is gone and it's a truly livable place," the farmer said.

at last.

The leader called a few people and decided to go and have a look in person.

Many things seem difficult, but once you take the first step, it seems that it becomes not so difficult.

When they saw the farmland for the first time, they were amazed by its beauty.

They touched the brushwood in the sun cautiously, yelling, but there was no danger.

For the first time someone tasted oily breadfruit gingerly, and then whole tribes began to eat the food.

They toasted the breadfruit like Helfas, and then snapped it open. Everyone shouted and rushed to taste this different recipe and food.

In this way, people gradually become familiar and trust each other.

at last.

Under the leadership of the farmer, they left the cave with all their belongings and moved towards the farmland.

On the small road between the mountains, they converged into a long dragon.

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"It's really delicious!"

"I feel like I can never eat enough."

"Be careful not to damage the roots, and the fruit will be less and not tasty."

"Remember to water, but not too much."

Helfas saw a group of people busy in the farmland, and the farmer was teaching them how to take care of these oil bread trees, if they let the oil bread trees bear more fruit.

Everyone was sweating profusely, and then sat around the corner of the farmland to eat. Everyone ate oil bread fruit, ate their mouths full of crumbs, and then showed happy smiling faces.

From mistrust, to the final choice and coexistence.

Helfas has been silently witnessing the whole process, watching this ordinary change.

Vaguely.

He seemed to see the birth of a whole new farming tribe.

And after doing all this, he also decided to set off again.

Helfas and the farmer walked through the farmland together, looking at the fields that were more lush than before, and the new, yet-to-be-grown fruit on the undergrowth.

Both of them were very pleased.

The farmer has become more talkative recently and less shy.

He was looking at his fields in a farmer's hat, and suddenly asked Helfas a question.

"If, as you said, we can insist on passing it down from generation to generation, what will it be like in the end?"

"Will it break the old rules and become different from before?"

"Of course, it's going to get better and more prosperous, and there's going to be things that haven't been there before," Helfas said.

Farmer: "Really?"

Helfas: "Of course!"

Helfas said it with great certainty, without the slightest hesitation, the old man had never seen a person who was so sure of the future he had, in this weird world.

But at this moment, he really believed it.

The two passed through the end of the farmland, and Helfas walked a few steps forward, UU Reading www. uukanshu.com pushed the pannier on his body and looked back.

As a result, he saw the farmer waving vigorously at himself.

Then his face turned red and he shouted excitedly.

"bid farewell!"

Helfas smiled and said to him.

"wrong."

"When you say goodbye, don't say goodbye."

The farmer stopped moving, a little at a loss: "What do you say?"

Helfas said, "Say goodbye."

Helfas also waved at him in response: "Next time, I will definitely see you again."

The farmer raised his hand high, tiptoed and waved with all his might, shouting loudly.

Obviously the two were facing each other, but they seemed to be afraid that the other party would not hear them.

"Goodbye, black-haired man."

Helfas wasn't used to such enthusiasm, and his voice in response seemed much more reserved.

He said.

"Farmer, goodbye."

Helfas kept walking towards the distance, until he got very far, and looked back again.

At this moment, he saw that under the dazzling golden sun at noon, it was as thick and colorful as an oil painting.

He saw the farmer standing in the oil bread tree field, the dense oil bread trees submerged his waist, and the primitive bird landed on his shoulders, spreading its wings vigorously.

It's like a scarecrow guarding his fields.

After watching quietly for a while, Helfas lowered his head slightly.

He took out a hat that looked like a bamboo hat, but it looked much smaller, and he put it on his head with one hand raised.

And in his back basket, there is a small sapling growing quietly in a clay pot, with small fruits on it.

Helfas' farmer hat.

A second piece of oil bread tree farmland can be opened up, and that small sapling seems to be pregnant with hope and future.

(end of this chapter)

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