God of Rebirth Investment

Chicken fungus is mainly grown here, basically it is to carry termite feed, clean up garbage, prevent termites from overgrowing, run out of the bacteria room and so on.

Speaking of it, it seems that there are quite a lot, but how much can termites actually eat?

So not much life in a day.

Li Daxin was still not satisfied with this, and he wanted to go to cutting and sewing classes or medical classes.

Chang Dong didn't understand it at first, but he didn't realize it until he met a female captive in the medical class during the cultural tutoring class.

Two days later, Chang Dong, who had basically figured out the general situation, asked about the current time intentionally or unintentionally.

"Have you lost your head? What time do you think it is now? October 80!"

At Li Daxin's words, Chang Dong's pupils dilated suddenly.

He finally understood why a sea of ​​sacrifices could be formed here!

This is not the war he thought at all, but an 11-year military training plan.

If Citigroup hadn't launched Operation Desert Storm in 90 to wake up the world and Zhu Xia, the way of war had changed, maybe Zhu Xia would continue to practice.

No wonder this Sea of ​​Sacrifice can last till now!

With such a long timeline, how can this sea of ​​sacrifices be cracked?

Chang Dong's expression darkened almost uncontrollably.

436 success

Anyway, life has to go on.

Li Daxin is still talking about cutting and sewing classes or medical classes;

Chang Dong's life is still full of weird eyes, and the way of biting off people's ears is really not something ordinary people can do.

On the sixth night of Chang Dong's arrival, someone touched his bedside.

Although the five senses were completely suppressed, Chang Dong still came to his senses after the last round of experience, but this time there was no teammates around him to help him, and a cold lancet fell on his neck.

"If you still recognize me as a brother, just listen to me."

"I know that you have no regrets in your heart. You have fought thousands of battles with Lord Hu. In their words, there is hard work without credit. I also know that everyone wants to be better when you fall into this field, but You are not an idiot, you should know that this is their soft knife, it seems to be good for us, but it is actually killing us."

Speaking of this, the voice in the dark trembled, and said again: "I shouldn't say that, after all, I'm in the medical class, but you should know that I was targeted by them, of course I want to take the opportunity to stab the knife into them Heart, but... After all, I have a mother and children..."

"I... I won't stop you from living a good life. I just ask you one thing. You are absolutely not allowed to hand over the tunnel map, otherwise you won't be able to sleep well."

After the words fell, the coolness on the neck disappeared.

Chang Dong blinked and turned around, as if nothing had happened.

The next day, Chang Dong took the initiative to go to the teacher's office. He deliberately chose lunch time to avoid everyone, but when he left the office, he bumped into the prisoner who had eaten.

A group of people glared at him, but when Chang Dong glanced over, they all avoided him immediately.

Back at the artificial fungus planting class, Li Daxin sneaked over: "Hey, did you hear that? There is a newcomer in the medical class. He is only 16 years old, but he is so juicy that he can squeeze water out of his face."

Chang Dong still listened silently, a look of disgust flashed deep in his eyes.

Li Daxin has long been used to Chang Dong's silence, and he thought to himself: "We don't dare to think about this girl, if she can have fun with Chun Niang, then she will be called a living god! Tsk tsk..."

Feeling this, Li Daxin's expression suddenly became resentful: "Damn it, I've said everything, the tailoring class that I agreed to, was transferred here in only two days, and the damned it is so unbelievable..."

Chang Dong listened expressionlessly, looking at the ants climbing up and down on the mushroom soil, he felt that everyone was really ants.

When resting at night, Chang Dong hugged the shop and wanted to change beds with Li Daxin.

"What?"

"Moonlight can't sleep, change it." Chang Dong casually withdrew an excuse.

"No." Li Daxin turned his head.

"Huh?" Chang Dong made a nasal sound, his voice was cold.

Li Daxin climbed up with a grunt, and said with a smile, "Change, change, I like moonlight."

Saying that, he quickly picked up the quilt and exchanged places with Chang Dong.

Chang Dong smiled, but said nothing.

At more than three o'clock in the middle of the night, the old-fashioned door hinges could not conceal the sound of rotation, causing Chang Dong's eyes to open a slit suddenly.

This slit leaked all the scenery in the room into his field of vision.

At the door of the room, a figure sneaked in. He quietly touched the edge of Chang Dong's original bed, paused for a moment, and suddenly a silver line was drawn on the cuff.

The silver turned into a crescent arc, stabbing down hard.

……

The sea of ​​sacrifices, the galaxy of fragments.

In the darkness sprinkled with countless memory fireflies, a figure quietly appeared, and then the second, third, and fourth appeared.

They are none other than Fei Shanzhuo and others.

Just by counting carefully, you will find that Chang Dong is not here.

The four of them looked at each other with ugly faces.

But no one spoke, waiting for Chang Dong to appear.

The sea of ​​sacrifices has a characteristic, that is, no matter how long each round of exploration is, the time is actually fixed, about 5 minutes.

Therefore, even if the four of them had different experiences, they could still appear in the Fragment Galaxy at the same time.

After the four of them waited for 5 minutes, their eyes became more and more surprised, and they even looked at each other uncontrollably.

"Where's Mr. Chang?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"When I went in, Mr. Chang seemed to be still thinking about it." Xia Zhiqing said, she was the penultimate person to make a choice in the last round.

"Could it be that Mr. Chang didn't explore until very late?"