The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Tutu returned to space orbit and set up teleportation arrays on multiple satellites.

Since it can only cover the planet, it means that the opponent's influence has not yet expanded to the universe.

These teleportation arrays are just for precaution.

Tutu returned to the ground and stared at the sky intently.

This situation probably belongs to regular invasion. The ancestor tree of the parasitic flower must be an invasive species.

But there must be a point of entry. Its invasion cannot suddenly reach this plane.

So was this plane captured before it was opened, or was it already opened and invaded during the transaction process?

How did the moonlight that the ancestral tree feared be "reborn" and reappear?

Tutu took a pen and wrote down his thoughts in a notebook.

First, we need to understand the meaning of “rebirth”.

Is it "new life", "new native human beings", or "new way of life"?

She bit the pen, feeling that other than the point of "new native humans", any other explanation was difficult to come up with.

“Hoo~Hoo~”

Looking back, it was the parasitic flower with its big mouth in the middle of its flower disk, snoring loudly.

Plant animals can't talk, so where does this snoring sound come from?

Tutu scratched his hair in annoyance, turned his head and continued to sort out his thoughts.

Second, we need to find a way to restore the moonlight.

There is no problem with the celestial body or the orbit, but physical methods cannot be used. So we can only think of ways to study things like plane consciousness and rule invasion.

When I was studying the jade slips for cultivating immortals, I knew that each world had a collection of rules called "Heavenly Dao".

Some are in the budding stage of consciousness, some are in the mature stage, and some are in the extinction stage. The extinction of Heavenly Dao consciousness may cause fluctuations and disasters in the whole world, but it is also possible that a new and more complete Heavenly Dao consciousness will evolve from the ruins.

However, as an outsider, it is difficult for her to find the Heavenly Dao consciousness. She needs to rely on Thirteen's power to find the connection with the Heavenly Dao consciousness.

According to her estimation, there is a high probability that something has gone wrong with the Heavenly Dao consciousness in this world. After all, there are only so many humans left. However, it is not absolute. After all, the Heavenly Dao consciousness will not sit idly by and wait for death.

From the results of the hovercraft's scan, it can be seen that the plant beasts, another indigenous force in this world, are still alive and well, and in terms of quantity and quality, they can compete with the alien invasive species, the parasitic flowers.

We should go check out the peak of local power and see if those powerful plants and beasts have any clues.

Tutu took the pen and wrote furiously.

“Hoohoo~Crackle~”

The wallflower next to me was still grinding its teeth, sleeping soundly, its braided roots scratching its flower head from time to time,

Tutu threw down his pen and prepared to wake up the snoring fence-sitter lying on Shisan's shoulder.

She was working, and couldn't bear to see the fence-sitter sleeping so soundly.

Thirteen stole a glance at Tutu's expression, carefully hugged the wallflower, and covered the big mouth in the middle of the wallflower's flower disk with his hand to block its snoring.

He even used his tattered clothes to cover the roots of the fence-sitters.

Tutu just noticed that Thirteen's clothes were already so torn,

"Are all the parasitic flowers in the settlement dressed in such rags?"

Thirteen looked down at his clothes.

"All the clothes and supplies in the settlement are left over from previous human civilizations. As time goes by, they are almost completely consumed. Only high-level parasitic flowers can enjoy the best."

Tutu lowered his head and thought for a while.

"You have been a parasitic flower for several years. Have you ever seen the ancestral tree? Can you communicate with the ancestral tree?"

Thirteen shook his head. "The one that parasitized me was just an ordinary parasitic flower. I was dying at the time and my health was not good. No high-level parasitic flower would be interested in my body.

I only know that high-level parasitic flowers can feed back biological information to the ancestral tree."

Tutu sighed.

"Then under what circumstances will you have the opportunity to contact the high-level parasitic flower and let it communicate with the ancestral tree?"

Thirteen scratched his head, "Originally, the parasitic flower was using fence-sitters to communicate. When fence-sitters communicate, they will be reserved and will try to exaggerate the strength of native humans.

As long as it is close to a human form, even if it is a ginseng plant beast, it will report that it has discovered a native human, so the parasitic flower has always felt that being a fence-sitter is not useful and always sends wrong information.

I don't know if they are wary of the native humans."

Tutu suddenly remembered that when the parasitic flower was tracking him, it also used the fence-sitter to send a message.

Grab the fence-sitter's pigtail and shake it.

"Don't sleep. Who did you send your message to? Can you find the nearest parasitic flower that received your message?"

The fence-sitter was shaken by Tutu and wanted to vomit.

"Communication-type plant beasts can only communicate with plant beasts that exchange leaves, and they do not have long-distance positioning capabilities."

"Then it's no problem at close range. Let's get in the car."

When it heard about getting on the car, the fence-sitter instantly became excited. It was very interested in the hovercraft. When it came back from outer space, it was reluctant to get off.

"Sir, can you please show me around in front of my friends? Maybe when I go back to compete for the position of leader of the plant-beast territory, everyone will choose me."

Looking at the fence-sitter immersed in fantasy, Tutu is a little curious.

"You have a very rich spiritual and cultural life among plant animals,"

The fence-sitter was a little shy, "Well, it's all influenced by human culture to some extent."

Tutu is very generous.

"If you try your best to help me solve the problem, find the ancestral tree, and restore the night moon,

I will create a formation for you to attract everyone's attention, ensuring that all the plant beasts will focus their attention on you. Even if they don't want to look at you, they will have to look at you."

Fence-sitters are very susceptible to such encouragement. They are very excited and can't wait to achieve their goals.

Tutu is still writing down his thoughts in his notebook.

The fence-sitter looked at the white paper in Tutu's hand with some curiosity.

"What kind of leaf is this? It's so white, and it's even better than the leaf I used to send messages."

Tutu casually gave the fence-sitter a notepad.

The fence-sitter was holding the notepad excitedly, "Is this for me? Such a delicate thing, those high-level parasitic flowers don't have it, what is it made of?"

Tutu took the pen and continued to take notes.

"It's just some plant bark and leaves, which are thoroughly crushed, boiled, and then dried on a scoop net to make paper. It's not difficult, but it's not as delicate as this one."

“Any plant will do?”

"Not necessarily, you can try using various plants,"

The fence-sitter did not continue to ask, Tutu looked back in confusion,

I found that the fence-sitter had its flower disk sticking out of the window of the hovercraft and was sending a biological signal to the tallest plant nearby.

"See? That's my boss over there. He can make fireballs with his hands. He's super awesome.

Don't you believe it? That fireball can melt all the stones.

Do you see the white paper in my hand? It is made of disobedient little plant animals."

The plant was shocked to find that the fence-sitter was floating in the sky without support and talking to itself through a small window.

The fence-sitter is waving his flower disc with great pride.

"If you pay your tribute well, I will protect you, just like my boss protects you.

Next time, when you choose the leader of the plant beasts, you will lead all the plant beasts in this area to generate biological information and choose me, understand?"

Tutu thought that since he hadn't seen the fireball, the plant beasts wouldn't listen to the nonsense of fence-sitters.

But I didn't expect the tall plant beast to be so easy to fool. It obediently stuffed its most ripe fruit into the car window, bent its branches, nodded and waved its leaves at me, with a flattering look.