Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Hmm?" Montana turned around and smiled gently.

"Have you finished talking?"

"Ugh, he's such a jumpy person. He kept asking me about the banana club thing. I told him, even if I know more about it, I don't know as much as you do," March 7th said to Montana with a smile.

"By the way, you mentioned earlier that there was a lecture by a big shot at the Sleeping Banana Society today. Did we make it?"

"A lecture? No, no, no..."

Montana corrected:

"You've got it wrong, March 7th. That's far more powerful than any lecture; if we're being honest, it's practically a miracle!"

"Next, we'll see the real sleeping banana monkey!"

"A divine manifestation?" Potio frowned, staring at the excited look on Montana's face, and shook his head helplessly.

This girl is hopelessly obsessed.

She not only genuinely loves the sleeping banana monkey, but she is also surprisingly enthusiastic about it.

In this situation, you probably won't listen to anything I say.

"Wait, the real Sleeping Banana Monkey?" Potio suddenly realized something and looked at Montana seriously. "There are even pirated versions of this banana thing?"

"No, no," Montana quickly explained.

"The Sleeping Banana Monkey became an overnight sensation, and there are many different opinions about its origin."

"But in any case, the one source definitely exists, and we will see it soon."

"That's the sleeping banana monkey that hasn't been arbitrarily given all sorts of definitions, returning to its true nature!"

Upon hearing this, March 7th and Potio exchanged a glance.

In other words... the mastermind behind this conspiracy is about to appear?

Solving this problem might just end this electronic monkey plague.

On March 7th, he hurriedly took out his phone and tried to contact the emperor sitting in his office again, but the phone still had no signal.

"Ugh, I'm really impressed..."

She looked up and asked Montana:

"Montana, can I borrow your phone? My phone seems to be broken and has no signal."

"A signal?" Montana scratched her head.

"March 7th classmate, don't you know? Because we're preparing for the manifestation of the Sleeping Banana Monkey, the Banana Masters have already started making preparations at Dream Reef. It's normal that there's no signal, and I don't have one either."

"You must have heard about what happened in the Twelve Dreams."

"Sitting banana monkeys are listed as contraband. Now, Liumeng Reef is the last pure land, and we must be vigilant."

"So they're trying to keep an eye on me?" March 7th was quite annoyed.

Montana: "What did you say?"

March 7th: "Nothing."

"Um... this 'manifestation of a deity' thing, has no one participated before?"

“Yes,” Montana explained.

"There are also students on campus who participated in the previous miracles."

"What did they say when they came back?" Potio asked.

“She didn’t say anything.” Montana shook her head gently.

"But they look... well, like they've been to the ends of the earth."

“Without exception, they all became very happy.” Montana’s face showed a look of longing.

"It looks so enviable."

"How happy? As happy as those people on TV who suck rock candy?" March 7th was even more frightened.

This is clearly brainwashing.

Right now, it's just her and Potio on Dream Reef, unable to contact the outside world.

If the enemy can also brainwash people, the situation will be even more precarious.

Chapter 1090 Why do we need to quit?

"That's interesting. I have to see it."

How much longer do we have to wait?

“There’s still some time,” Montana replied.

"I didn't expect you to look so fierce, but you're actually a big fan of Sleeping Banana Monkey. You're even more anxious than me."

"Haha, that's right, sis, I love sleeping banana monkeys the most!"

Do you think monkey brains taste good?

"Hey, hey, hey, shut up!" March 7th grabbed a water ladle and quickly covered Potio's mouth.

"?" Feeling the shadows looming over him, Potio twitched his nose and smelled a familiar, nauseating odor.

"Ugh...cough—take it away, take it away!"

Potio slapped the water ladle away, his face turning ugly.

"What is this? Where did you get this from?!"

"Uh... I picked it up from the roadside."

"Don't pick up weird things in the future!"

"Anyway, there will be a miracle later, right? I'll take a walk around first and ask others while I'm at it."

After obtaining new information, Potio bid farewell to the two and once again chose to investigate alone.

Could the real sleeping banana monkey be the source of the meme virus?

Upon leaving the Sleeping Banana Society's stronghold, Potio was surprised to find that there were more Sleeping Banana Society members on the streets.

They all had some sleeping banana monkey ornaments on them, more or less, blatantly.

"Heh, that saves trouble."

"That woman named Montana is still a student, so the information she provides may be incorrect."

"Let's try to get information from other people..."

"Hey, lady." Portio stopped a woman on the street with a sleeping banana monkey pendant around her neck and struck up a conversation:

"I also like the sleeping banana monkey. Have you ever participated in a miracle?"

“Banana…” The woman’s gaze was blank, and she didn’t even glance at Potio.

"What are you yelling about? Speak up, speak up!" Potio patted the woman's shoulder, but her pupils remained unfocused.

"Banana...banana..."

"Would you pay if I asked you to?"

"banana……"

"five million?"

"banana……"

"Real or false dating?"

"banana……"

"Give it to me now!"

"Banana...banana...idiot...banana..."

"?"

“No fun.” Potio shook his head and continued on his way, looking for his next target.

This was a man wearing a brown suit and tie, and Portio nudged him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I also like the Sleeping Banana Monkey. Have you ever participated in a miracle?"

"Banana, banana..." The man's eyes were glazed over, and he kept muttering "banana."

The clarity in his eyes sent a chill down Portio's spine.

"What happened? Everyone's infected?"

Pushing aside the brainwashed lunatics, Potio continued forward, only to find more and more people wandering the streets of Dream Reef like lost souls.

They walked slowly, muttering "banana" under their breath, their expressions vacant.

This reminded Potio of the zombie armies in some old movies, except that these people were a bit weak in combat.

"Damn it, these people are not even as good as that girl from before."

With that thought in mind, Potio turned and walked back.

Although Montana has been brainwashed, at least she can still speak human language.

Returning to the base, they found March 7th standing in a corner with a worried expression.

Not far from her, a group of people were reaching out and groping at the red television in front of them.

"Hmm?" Potio came to March 7's side. "Why is watching TV so troublesome? You're touching everything."

"Ah, you're back again."

March 7 explained:

"That's what Montana called the miracle, saying that... the only way to see the Sleeping Banana Monkey is to link with the Banana Helper."

Noticing Potio's arrival, Zuzana slowly walked up to the two of them and said with a faint smile: