The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 1147 Crossing Paths Home

There are still some raw minerals that can be found over the Arctic ice fields.

But once you get here, you can only look for anything usable in the city ruins, especially some parts, which should yield some materials after disassembly.

Fortunately, he now has two sets of memories, and he knows very well what can and cannot be used, as well as what materials are used.

The only problem is—it's far from enough.

Ling Fu glanced down at the list of supplies that had just been compiled on the light screen. According to his calculations, the materials he had gathered so far were probably not enough to complete the third immortal ship.

As far as he knows, the remains of the immortal boat from the fetal deity's molt are now being used to rebuild a second immortal boat, and the completion rate is said to have reached 25.38%.

However, according to calculations, it would probably take nearly a hundred more celestial ships to take everyone away—even with his remarkable niece's "real-virtual transformation" and "threshold space" technologies.

Just thinking about how much material that would require is terrifying.

The planet beneath our feet is already like a corpse that has been gnawed down to its shell; where can we find anything more?
Ling Fu slowly exhaled.

The white mist dissipated around his mouth.

But not far away—

Another wisp of white smoke rose up out of nowhere.

It was as if someone was standing there in the darkness, breathing quietly.

Ling Fu's gaze sharpened slightly.

The white mist quickly dissipated.

The next instant, another wisp of white smoke appeared.

This time, we were closer.

The next time, the white mist was almost right in front of him, carrying a faint warmth, and gently brushed against his face.

Ling Fu's gaze suddenly turned icy.

He raised his hand and made a hand seal, and light shone from his fingertips.

But at that moment, he saw another face shrouded in white mist—a face that looked exactly like his.

"Hello."

"Hello."

The light in my hand disappeared.

They raised their hands and each took a few steps back.

Finally, separated by the long street, the two Ling Fus looked at each other.

"You... you just got here?"

“Yes, that’s me,” Ling Fu replied from the other side.

“Then I can tell you that there are still some supplies at the Huaihua Street fire station, the Antonio Plastics factory, and the Hongfu Building.” Ling Fu paused, “I can send you the coordinates and structural diagrams.”

Thank you.

"Are you leaving?"

"Correct."

Which route are you planning to take?

“Let’s go through the old station,” Ling Fu said in a low voice. “Let’s see if we can go back along the tracks.”

"The tracks... then you need to be careful of the ghost train."

“Of course,” Ling Fu added, “If that path works, I’ll leave you a message.”

Ling Fu, on the other side, shook his head.

"No need, leave it to the other Ling Fus. I plan to go through South Gate City."

"That works, but it's a bit too weird."

"Hmm, but perhaps more materials."

"I hope you can come home soon."

"Yes, I also wish you a speedy return home."

Another gust of wind blew by.

Black fog swirled along the long street, and the dimly lit advertising signs flickered slightly.

When he looked up again, he was all alone on the street.

In the world swallowed by the cold night, time and space have become distorted concepts, with the past, present, and future intertwined.

If someone lacks resilience, they would probably have already gone mad, ultimately destroying themselves in the mutual tearing apart of countless chaotic timelines.

Fortunately, Ling Fu is quite resilient and has a high level of understanding.

He has even begun to get used to this kind of world.

He is now getting closer and closer to Heidelberg.

And I'm getting closer and closer to... that old home. Am I finally going home?
Perhaps the other him has already arrived.

Or perhaps, there is another version of him, not here, but peacefully staying at... his home in Chang'an.

With his wife and daughter.

Thinking of this, Ling Fu suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of bitterness in his heart.

I wonder if Ke'er is alright...

Just then, a glint suddenly flashed in his eye.

At the other end of the street, it seemed as if a girl's figure flashed by.

The hem of her skirt shimmered faintly in the darkness, trailing a trail of tiny, star-like rays of light.

Ling Fu's heart skipped a beat.

That was the Starlight Flowing Fairy Dress he made himself; he would never mistake it.

Ling Fu didn't think too much about it. He moved and chased after the direction where the figure disappeared.

……

It was already late at night.

The vibrant atmosphere, now devoid of starlight, completely sank down.

The shimmering, almost dreamlike colors of the daytime have now faded to a viscous, dark red. From a distance, they resemble clumps of suspended, intertwined flesh and blood, layer upon layer, slowly pulsating.

Reggie felt even more nauseous after seeing this.

She had just left the floating island of the "New World".

The feeling of nausea and vomiting never stopped.

She felt something taking root and sprouting inside her, slowly seeping into her blood vessels and muscles.

She felt nauseous, but couldn't vomit.

They wanted to dig it out, but they couldn't even sense where it was hidden.

Is it really that disgusting?

[Think about what your group does; isn't that similar?]

The sound came from inside her body.

It is a sound produced by another vocal cord inside the body.

The shock made her throat churn again, and she almost vomited on the spot.

Its hoarse voice was not human-like, but rather like something learning to speak.

What is this?!
It's all that woman's fault...

It was all that woman's doing!
With tears welling in his eyes, Reggie gritted his teeth and trembled as he stepped onto the aircraft and flew toward the Izetta Corporation.

When she gets back—

I believe the "spirit of conception" will be able to help her solve the problem.

It definitely can.

Reggie, whose mind was filled with disgust, anger, and fear, did not notice a silver water droplet silently passing by her before quickly disappearing into the protective system of the "New World" floating island.

……

The suites in Palm Garden suddenly became lively.

The members of the "New World" family reunited once again.

At this moment, Ozer was projected out.

His face was gaunt, and he was carrying several old servers on his back, with a laptop hanging on his chest, the same kind that was on Dr. Bell I's desk.

"Alright, I've carried it back for you!"

He could barely breathe.

Although he couldn't breathe either.

When the members of the "New World" family saw the old servers and laptops in the bungalow, they immediately knew that this was what they were looking for.

Obviously, because of its age, Bell Labs no longer uses such outdated technology, so it didn't pay attention to it or take any special precautions to protect it.

After all, who could have imagined that someone would actually know how to use it, or that a country bumpkin from the "ancient world" would come here?

So after the guide led everyone to the next venue, the lighting system automatically turned off, plunging the memorial hall into darkness.

But not long after.

A light shines in the darkness.

That's the light from the laptop screen.

It illuminated a palm-sized doll.

Wearing a red dress, red leather shoes, and with two little braids, she's jumping around on the keyboard like she's playing hopscotch.