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The frightened little zombie pulled the other a little tighter. "There's not only opportunity down there, but also lava. This flat door won't let me through. There's lava underneath, right? I'll fall in without any ability to react."

Spider-Man was dragged back half a step, then turned back and asked seriously, "Can't we turn back now?"

The little zombie was silent, then nodded.

"you're right."

They had not ventured into such a place with such courage to see the ruins.

Then, the little zombie jumped down first.

Steve over there stood firmly on the dragon's back, acting as a proper dragon knight. The ghost over here sat on the edge of the cube with his chin in his hand, staring into the void in a daze.

It came here originally to solve the problem, but it added another confusion.

But this new problem did not trouble him for long, and it disappeared in an instant.

In the bug kingdom, a black shadow traveled across almost half of Holy Nest, so fast that only a few bugs noticed it.

Purely putting down the documents, Green snapped his fingers to disperse the fire in front of him, and Bumblebee glanced at him thoughtfully.

Then they all went about their own business.

Bumblebee has recently started making some preparations for going far away - in fact, he started preparing a long time ago, but only when he tries to manage a country seriously can he understand the difficulties involved. Until now, he has not been able to spare the time, and there are always piles of documents on his desk.

But she watched the ghosts coming and going freely. The country did not stop functioning because of the ghosts' absence, and there was not even any impact. Perhaps, perhaps her departure would be okay as long as the handover was done properly.

Bumblebee couldn't stop thinking this.

The ghost's location this time is not the Blue Lake. Quino follows his teacher to learn some things that many insects think are unorthodox. Their laboratory is also known as the place that all insects least want to go.

Just recently, a tragic explosion occurred. Although there were no casualties, an unknown bug once complained that this was not a petri dish for new organisms at all. Is this a weapons factory?

However, so many rumors have no impact here at all. After all, the laboratory will not allow ordinary insects to enter, and no one is hurt. Apart from the loud sound of the explosion, there is nothing wrong with it.

The key point is that this is a laboratory designated by the Senate itself. Apart from the spell research laboratories established by the snail shamans, this one has the highest status.

When the ghost stuck its entire body to the transparent glass plate and stared inside with empty eyes, Quino, who was doing an experiment, was startled.

He put those things down and immediately pushed the door open to go out. Anyway, today's experiment had failed again. The cores of those jellyfish still couldn't be stabilized and would explode with a slight impact.

The ghost saw him jump down from the glass, patted his cloak, and became a little nervous.

Quino didn't ask him why he came here, but just smiled gently, squatted down and touched the other's head.

"Alive, okay?"

The ghost thought about it and felt that this sentence was not quite accurate. After all, the doctor had talked to him about the art of language. Although he was confused, he still understood something.

"Are you happy to be alive? Do you want to live forever?"

524 The Meaning of Life

When asking this question, the ghost is more like an ignorant insect than the predictable god of the void.

Quiruo let out a sigh-filled laugh, softening all the complex emotions an elder had towards his juniors into this laugh.

He gently rubbed the ghost's head again, and the ghost followed his movements and tilted its head to make it easier for him to touch it.

When Quiruo was about to touch her twice more, he felt as if there were flames and sharp bone nails pressing against his back. He quickly withdrew his hand and gave a polite yet awkward smile.

Although those two guys wouldn't really cause him trouble, if he acted too recklessly, the laboratory would probably cut back a month's work tomorrow due to too many complaints.

Even if the funding for this month is not reduced, it is not certain that we will be able to research anything.

"Have you encountered a bug that's about to die of old age like I did before?"

Quirrel asked directly. After all, there was no need to beat around the bush when talking to ghosts, except for some philosophical jokes.

But it was clearly not the right time to finish the joke.

The ghost nodded.

"It can be saved, but it refuses."

"The passing of life is inevitable, just like the endless rain in the City of Tears, which never stops."

Quiruo probably understood what was said, so he bent down and hugged the ghost, as if comforting a child.

Few people can completely treat ghosts as children, respecting them, admiring them, or even adoring them. They project complex emotions onto ghosts, and even doctors are not immune to the influence of powerful strength.

Only Quirrel and a few others.

"Just like the water in the Blue Lake has never dried up, life will always continue to cycle." Quiro's comfort was actually a bit dry, but he was really not good at it.

This is much more difficult than returning to Hallownest, he complained secretly in his heart.

"Quiruo, what do you think?"

Under the influence of the people he chatted with, the ghost also understood the so-called good intentions leading to bad results, and also understood that it is not always acceptable for others to do something that you think is good.

Quirrel was too calm before his death, as if he had calmly accepted the fact. It didn't know whether the other party was like the dark dragon, refusing to live, because it didn't ask.

"don’t worry."

Quiro finally understood what the little guy was thinking.

"I still have a long time to live, and I want to live a long time. At least until the next time I die, I will not change my decision to live."

He let go of the little guy and stood up, turning his head to look at the jellyfish floating in the tank, revealing a smile with some high-spiritedness. Although his actual insect age had passed that time, it didn't matter, his insect life had started over again, and he had not lost any of his sharpness back then.

"Besides, I quite like these."

Perhaps at the beginning he followed the teacher to do experiments mostly because he was a teacher, and partly because he didn't know what to do, but later he really liked it.

Every little change was interesting enough, and repeated failures would not wear out his patience. He had exerted greater perseverance on certain things before.

"Anyway, don't worry."

"At least don't worry about it now."

He couldn't guarantee whether he would think about living or accept death calmly when the next one came. As a god with emotions, ghosts were destined to bear the additional punishment brought by the passage of time.

Although there are some insects that will accompany each other through endless years, they may still feel lonely sometimes.

Really are.

Quirrell made a helpless sound.

Didn't these guys pay any attention to these things?

But if you think about it carefully, they are simply not very flexible and have only learned some emotions. Green's mind is almost full of the great God of the Void, and Hornet has just put down the heavy responsibility on his shoulders and thrown himself into another heavy burden. They are both insects who don't have much time to pay attention to delicate emotions.

If you think about it more carefully, these people were all bugs with big problems. It was through such bumps and bruises that they finally rebuilt a defeated dynasty.

As long as there are living things, there will be problems. The key is to look forward and not look back.

"If nothing unexpected happens, I'll probably be in the lab all the time. If a ghost wants to come find me, I'm always welcome to do so."

The final conversation ends with Quirrel inviting the ghost to soak in the newly opened hot springs.

It also ended with the other party complaining that the child in his heart was still so easy to coax.

As for the hot spring, it was crowded with other messy people, but that is another story. After all, with the height of Pure and Green, it was too difficult for them to soak in a hot spring that was just big enough for ghosts. They felt like they were stranded.

As for Steve over there, he had calmly accepted the ghost's sudden departure and was riding on the dragon's back, soaring into the sky.

The old dragon was still strong, flapping its wings without showing much signs of fatigue.

When Steve was high in the sky, he saw the little black guys gathered in twos and threes below. He inexplicably thought of the time when the villagers first started to develop. He patted the Ender Dragon on the back and asked casually.

"Why are these Endermen constantly building pillars? Was that what you asked for?"

The Ender Dragon shook its head and responded, "Pillars were built to hold Ender Crystals. Now there's no need for that. They're just following their old instincts."

"But your arrival seems to have broken this situation."

"By the way, when I came here, I heard that the guardians in the ocean seemed to have lived for a long time. What's going on?" Seeing that the other party was so easy to talk to, Steve simply threw out all his doubts.

After all, if you miss this opportunity, you will miss it forever. When the other person dies, he will take this secret to the grave, and no one will know about it. It would be a pity.

"I'm a bit clear on this. Every time you refresh the world, it's not completely regenerated. Some things will be preserved, like the ancient guardians you found but didn't kill, and the first dragon of every End of the World, which is me."

"Then why didn't you come and talk to me before? If you had chatted with me, I would definitely not have done anything." Steve was a little depressed when he said this. After all, the other party's unwillingness to communicate with him was almost like treating him like a fool.

"We can't do this." Steve heard the Ender Dragon sigh. "Every world has two gods responsible for maintaining balance. The cycle of day and night, the growth of plants, the appearance of monsters—they maintain all of this. Everything is within their framework, and recently, they left."

This is also why the world comes alive.

525 Race and Food

Only the Endermen know why they returned to this homeland.

This is not a shameful secret, but a pain that one race is unwilling to reveal.

For other races, hometown is always a word that makes people yearn for it. The center of the villagers is also the village that once experienced war. They even preserved a part of the city wall for people to admire.

But for the Endermen, it's not like that. It's a prison, a confinement, a silent oppression. They went back this time to take their people with them, so that at least they wouldn't live in such a muddled state.

There is no way. Compared with the main world that quickly regained its activity after losing suppression, the End of the World will always be so dead without the spread of ideas.

Of course, these Endermen are also prepared to die in battle.

Because they still remember the giant beast that covered the sky and the sun, the pitch-black dragon.

Even though the Endermen are not quite sure about the attitude of the nominal ruler of the End towards them, it does not prevent them from making speculations based on what they see and hear about the monsters.

When they first met their compatriots in the End of the World, they were as ignorant as they had imagined. Their possibilities were wiped out in the repetitive and boring work, and they didn't even have any serious thoughts. Their only food was the damn purple chorus fruit.

In addition to the talents that thing bestowed, there was also a curse that came with it. The madness that came from being looked directly into the eyes by other creatures came from this. It took them a long time to barely overcome it, and this was after they had abstained from the purple chorus fruit for a long time.

But in the End, where food is scarce, no Enderman has a choice.

They did not contact the villagers who came in with them, but just continued to move forward. At most, they left one or two tribesmen to communicate with the Endermen in chaos and try to win them over to the team.

After all, there is nothing to develop in the End of the World, and the only thing there is is that damn purple chorus fruit.

Possessing the ability to teleport, they completely ignored the powerful weapon, the elytra, which happened to be the villagers' biggest goal on this trip.

In short, they quickly built another bridge and even reached the outer island before the villagers. Their fellow villagers were just as they had imagined, struggling in the thing called ignorance.

But as they walked further, everything changed again. The temporary commander of the Endermen saw his compatriots happily communicating with each other, and they seemed even more free than they did in the main world.

Honglu, the cause of all these things, turned his head as if he saw their team and raised his hand happily to greet them.

These Endermen raised their slender arms in a daze. A race that was divided into two was reunited at this moment.

Compared to the Endermen who are hurrying on their way, the villagers are walking slowly as if they are on vacation. In fact, it is because the terrain here is steep.

The falling water moves they had practiced thousands of times were useless. Once they fell into the abyss, there was no way to recover.

Village 2 stood under the long bridge and didn't dare to look down. The bottomless mine was far less scary than the bottomless abyss.

The towering black stone pillars were interspersed with buildings from the end of the world, something Steve had not told them about.

But this kind of thing was already expected. A long time ago, Village 2 had come into contact with a group of desert villagers, and of course, he is now their companion.

However, their costumes at that time were really unique, and the desert temple was modified so magnificently that you can't see any trace of its original appearance.

A villager who was standing by at the end of the team subconsciously turned his head back. He seemed to see something crawling into the shadow beside the pillar.

The thing flashed by.

But he was no longer a new recruit. He patted his companion next to him and whispered about the situation, which attracted Village Ten, who was at the end of the team.

He told people to be alert and to watch carefully behind them, but he didn't make any further arrangements.

After all, with such a long line and so many people, if they were to pay close attention to even the slightest disturbance, wouldn't they be exhausted to death when running here on the road?

No one can keep their spirits up wholeheartedly. Even the strongest team will always feel a little tired, there will always be loopholes and omissions, and there will always be some inconsiderate aspects. This is why the doctor's command of operations can be very effective at certain times.

Understand yourself, understand the opponent, see the route clearly, understand the terrain, and be prepared. The doctor dare not say that he will win every battle, but he has rarely lost.

For this reason, Steve also wanted to ask the doctor about the key points of fighting.

However, after communicating with him a few more times, I found that the doctor was better at small-scale combat, specializing in surprise attacks and defense, rather than large-scale assaults.

Not to mention commanding tens of thousands of people.

Of course, it's not that the doctor can't learn the knowledge contained in it, such as logistics management, but if he does that, he will not have the feeling of being able to use the operators as if they were his own arms, and he will feel uncomfortable when he thinks about it.

As for a certain cell, it is more about how to win people's hearts than tactics.