Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 25 This bed is so hard!

It was past noon, under the scorching sun, Zhang Zhi was dragging his tired body on the way back to the house.

Today's trip up the mountains and ridges to visit the mining area was not smooth, and there was still no good news at all.

He is a scholar of the Iron Kingdom, more specifically, a historian and archaeologist.

In today's era when academics are at their peak and scholars are in court, he is the kind of scholar who can work in the field, and his status is actually not high.

The current predicament can be seen from the treatment Mingcheng officials received him.

The seventy-eighty-square-meter house is simple and deserted, with few people around, and there are no servants to help him take care of his daily life and take care of his food.

In this way, this residence is still based on his status as a scholar, not his face.

Mingcheng is not like the capital of the Iron Kingdom, where every inch of land is at a premium. It is just a remote town on the border of the Iron Kingdom.

The most indispensable thing is land. The farmyards in the outer city are bigger than his here.

It’s cold, it’s too cold!

"Oh, forget it, I'm used to it."

Zhang Zhi sighed and didn't want to worry about this kind of thing. He was very tired now. Just looking for archaeological clues was enough to keep him busy from morning to night every day.

His head was drooped, his legs were dragging forward, and he was still trembling a little. His brain was still thinking inefficiently but clearly, and he was mumbling plans in his mouth.

"Go back and get some sleep first. Then search for a month. If you still can't find anything, go back to the capital..."

Half a month ago, he was still a pampered scholar in Mingtieguoshu Pavilion, relying on his professionalism as a historian to be able to eat and drink well.

Until I discovered that a manual recording anecdotes from the library had been stored on a remote elevated shelf for an unknown length of time.

Zhang Zhi has always been interested in these interesting things. Many historical details often need to be supplemented by miscellaneous talks and travel notes, even if they are half true and half false.

According to the author's records, the manual began to be written 201 years ago.

A mining accident was recorded 195 years ago. Local residents said that the digging of the strata angered the gods who were sleeping underground, and the earth roared for several days. Many residents even picked up some fragmentary "arts" nearby.

According to the author's records, the artwork is made of unknown crystal and is worth a lot of money. He once proposed to acquire it, but the people in Mingcheng turned their backs on it.

Relying on the charisma of a nearly human being, the author left the descriptions "twisted", "scary", "creepy" and "lifelike" in the manual...

The description of the incident ended here, but Zhang Zhi had a flash of inspiration and connected the mine accident with the mysterious incident in Mingcheng deep in his memory. The time points were both nearly two hundred years ago.

His interest in reading anecdotes in his spare time made him sensitively notice that there were many accidents in that time period.

Of course, he would not really believe that there are ghosts and gods at work, and the circle of Mojie scholars where materialism prevails does not believe this either.

After connecting various events together, he would only think that they were related to 'alien'.

As early as three hundred years ago, Demon Jie Hu Kegan dug up the existence of an 'alien' stone tablet.

Could there actually be an alien ruin here?

Zhang Zhi immediately thought that being a historian was his profession, but being an archaeologist was his hobby.

I have saved a lot of savings from my job as a historian and lecturing students, and I have long wanted to go out and dig through some tomb remains.

If you have money and goals, it’s obvious what you want to do next.

So, he came.

When I first arrived, I was in high spirits, as if I was doing something big, and I was very energetic in whatever I did.

But this good attitude did not last long. After searching for half a month, there was no clue, whether it was the residents near the former mining area or the records office of Mingcheng Mansion.

Except for some folk customs born at that time, he didn't know much about serious things and experiences.

The wealthy family who once owned the mining area might know something, but they just said they didn't understand and later didn't even bother to see him. What could he do?

I walked around the mining areas in the north of the city, and also asked many residents in the west, south and inside the city, and only the east of the city was left...

There are almost no people living there, there are small plains mixed with woods, and further east there are unexplored forests. Except for human occupations of hunters and medicinal collectors, there are few people there.

In the end, I had no choice but to take a walk around the collapsed mine waste at the foot of the mountain. I heard it was a bit dangerous and needed to be fully prepared.

Zhang Zhi kept reminiscing about this sojourn all the way, wandering through the streets and alleys, trying to get back to his residence faster.

He returned to Mingcheng City and had lunch on the roadside. He planned to have a good sleep. The rush from 5 o'clock in the morning to now may not have been long, but the intensity was definitely over.

It is another alley, the dirt road here is not too wide, it is a little dark and there is little wind blowing through it.

Walk one more minute!

It won’t be long before you can take a nap!

Zhang Zhi cheered himself up. Everything is difficult at the beginning and even harder in the middle, but the fruit will definitely be sweet. Archeology is the same as taking this journey home.

Suddenly, as he moved forward with his head lowered, he noticed a ripple on the ground.

What is this?

Is it a heat wave that occurs when the weather is too hot at noon?

But that's not right. Zhang Zhi raised his head and looked at the eaves that blocked the sun. It didn't hit the alley directly at all.

Dazzled?

It must be... Zhang Zhi thought about it and had only this reason.

After calming down, I walked closer to the place where the ripples occurred, squatted down and touched the soil gently, but I didn't feel any heat at all.

"I must be too tired, my eyes can't function properly."

Zhang Zhigang was about to stand up but found that his field of vision suddenly dimmed. Before his tired brain had time to react, he saw the earth getting closer and closer.

I lay down, feeling sleepy and tired.

This bed is so hard.

No, I remember not getting home yet.

I can't sleep, I haven't gone to bed yet... I haven't gone to bed yet... Forget it, let's go to bed first...

Before losing consciousness, he vaguely heard some strange voices, which he couldn't understand, but the voices were very pleasant to the ear...

"Lord Aisha, do you think this native can do it..."

…

Aisha took a closer look and examined her carefully. She was dressed in green clothes and had a wooden sign hanging on her waist. She was different from most of the people they had seen on the street. She most likely had some identity and could read.

When she looked up at her face, she hesitated again. There seemed to be some kind of... disgust in her eyes?

"Ah... he looks like an intellectual, but his skin has wrinkles. Are he going to die? If he kicks his legs halfway, how can I fix it?"

In the eyes of the Godu people, intelligent races will not show signs of aging, except when they are about to die, their skin will become dull and wrinkled.

At least they are all like this. The wrinkles on their skin are no longer supple and supple, which is a sign that they are about to die.

If this native didn't survive the experiment, or simply died on the spot when flying back, wouldn't it mean that she would be labeled as a victim of murdering the natives?

Bana frowned slightly at concentration. After a moment, she seemed to remember something, and a smile spread across her brows.

"Not necessarily, Lady Aisha."

"Actually, when I was observing the locals on the street, I took a closer look and found that many of them had wrinkles caused by cells losing water as they age."

"I was confused at first, but now it seems." Bana pointed at Zhang Zhi, who was lying on the ground.

"The clothes are a little messy and dirty, the soles of his shoes are stained with mud, and the way he looked weak when he walked into the alley just now proves that he has done a lot of exercise."

Xing Lai looked at the 'alien' at his feet thoughtfully and suddenly realized. "I understand! So Bana, judging from his physical strength, he is obviously not old and weak."

Aisha reacted quickly after hearing Bana's judgment. "In this case, our scientific research community's theory of intelligent life not aging until death is wrong?"

Her mood was a little complicated, and she suddenly realized that the common sense of the Gudu people might just be their wishful thinking, and she was greatly shocked.

The scientific research community attributes the special aging phenomenon of the Gudu people to the possible influence of the soul or spiritual energy of intelligent creatures.

Other creatures on the Gudu Planet experience progressive aging. Since only the Gudu people are different, they can easily be linked to the same unique civilizational wisdom.

"It seems those sociologists are going to have a headache for a while." Aisha laughed happily.

Well, I don’t need to think about it anyway.

She looked at the native at Xinglai's feet. Just now, he was obviously too close to Xinglai to notice the ripples. Fortunately, he would have an excellent deep sleep.

The kind that sleeps for a long time...

"Bana, Xinglai, put on a sack and let's go!"

"This mission is easy!"

Thanks to [Enterprise has no human rights][Humen Style] for the reward

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