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It glanced around the entire place and first saw the five knights. Except for Zemor, who was holding her lover's first pine, the others were sitting together, standing there with their bodies upright, just like the statues it had seen in its dream.

Quino also calmly put down his weapon, leaned against the wall, and listened to the song that he had almost never heard before. When he saw it for the first time, the ghost was startled. He saw the opponent's weapon stuck straight into the ground. Fortunately, he found the opponent the next moment.

The names of the resurrected insects had long been erased from the system, so it had no way of guaranteeing that they would be able to come back alive when the second death came. The only thing it could do was to strangle death before it came.

It also saw that Revik, the guardian of the Soul Swamp, and the souls he protected now appeared here alive, intoxicated by the tenderness and beauty of the singing, and immersed in the taste of being alive.

It saw many insects that it was familiar with in the past or had already forgotten, and at this moment it recalled the ones it had forgotten.

It was also rare for the White Queen and the Queen to leave their fixed nests and stand side by side.

The Traitor Lord and Sister Dragon Tooth were actually standing together. They had their eyes closed at the moment and no emotion could be seen. Instead, the three Mantis sisters stood apart and did not stand with their only brother.

Buckler stood with the soldiers who were patrolling here with her. Not far away was the God Tamer of the Arena. Since the Arena was completely closed down by them, had the other party also joined the Holy Nest patrol?

The chubby knights in uniform occupied a large area. When the ghost looked over, they were also enjoying themselves with their eyes closed. This made it a little worried that those chubby people might accidentally roll over.

It also saw the snail shaman and his family huddled together happily. There seemed to be crystal tears in the corners of his eyes. The ghost didn't know if he was seeing things.

Finally, it saw Mira, whom it had never forgotten. Mira followed the song of nature and seemed to be humming softly, but the sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

The ghost could see that the other person had a happy expression on his face, but he didn't know whether the other person loved him, because the last time Mira met him, she was mining and had a happy expression on her face, as if she loved everything in life equally.

It looked at the other party but also did not disturb it. After all, they had only met once. Perhaps in Mira's not-so-short insect life, it was indeed just a stranger who had met once. The other party seemed to be alive and well, so it had no reason to disturb it.

The store manager who was always stingy was also sitting not far away, next to the Cornifer couple.

Almost all the people known to the ghost and those unknown to him gathered here. Unknowingly, the ghost brought earth-shaking changes to this place.

242 Thousands of failures, just to achieve one success

"Tony Stark, please stop the experiment for now. I don't think this is a solution."

The doctor really couldn't bear it any longer. The large amount of calculations and complicated experiments made him feel a little weak. He leaned against the table in Tony Stark's laboratory, with his eyes lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Um……"

As for Tony Stark himself, he was so absorbed in the experiment that he looked exhausted now. He could only muster the strength to reply with an "hmm".

As for why the doctor was here, that was easy to explain. He was just here to do an experiment.

Thanks to Tony Stark's ever-increasing technological level, his laboratory is currently the most advanced in the chat group. If they can't come up with anything here, Rhodes Island is even less likely to do so. Even if the doctor's talent in this area is not as good as the other party, he is more than capable of helping out.

Tony Stark lay there for a long time before she recovered, but she still couldn't stop yawning, with thick dark circles under her eyes.

He already had some clues about the antidote to the plague on the Cell People's side. After all, the other side had basically reached the final step. He benefited a lot from reading the notes of the guy who signed as the Alchemist. In this medieval society, he could develop such an amazing thing with just some simple extraction devices. That guy was indeed a genius. If there was a chance, Tony Stark would like to communicate with this person. However, there were so many things to do now, so it was better to put aside the meaningless things and talk about them later.

But until now, they have no idea about the progress of singing research.

As for why he didn’t ask the ghost, the ghost probably didn’t know either. He just went there to listen to a song.

"correct."

The doctor seemed to remember something, raised his heavy head and asked the other party in a low voice.

"Soul Water, what exactly is it? I've asked you several times before, but you've always refused to speak."

"It's just bath water."

Tony Stark, now feeling exhausted and dazed, subconsciously blurted out the complaints in his heart.

In his opinion, what's the difference between hot spring water and bath water that many people have soaked in? The former is just a nicer sounding one, but the nature is the same.

Thinking of how he had taken the so-called soul water handed to him by the other party and drank it all without hesitation in order to better recover his soul and for the other party's research and comparison, the doctor felt his fists stiffen.

Confusion was short-lived after all, and Tony Stark adjusted himself in the next second. He then looked at the tense muscles and clenched fists on the other's arms, which were thicker than his thighs, and thought about the words he had inadvertently uttered, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

But before I could explain, the other party loosened his clenched hands and shook his head.

"Hurry up and finish the experiment first. If you drink bath water or something like that again, just tell me directly. It's a reasonable request, so I don't have to worry about it."

"Uh, you're not angry?"

Tony Stark didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and subconsciously asked back a question, then immediately shut up under the man's cold gaze.

The doctor glared back at the man and was silent for a moment. He leaned against the wall, his eyes looking into the distance, but he wasn't looking at anywhere.

"It's just bath water. Do you think I mind? At least I can still stand here in peace, instead of lying on the ground and groaning miserably like those people in the Reunion Movement."

He then added.

"Just kidding, after all, I'm the kind of ruthless person who can put dry noodles into my mouth, then pick up a pot of boiling water, pour it into my mouth, and soak the noodles in my mouth."

"Holy shit, really?"

"fake."

Tony Stark rolled his eyes, turned on the biological machine, and began to try to replicate the butterfly-like creature they saw one-to-one, and then use the developed creature to sing.

After Tony Stark turned around, the doctor almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face. He didn't know if he had tried that kind of thing before, but now out of curiosity aroused by Kal'tsit, he did such a stupid thing. It wasn't difficult at all, but it didn't taste very good and the noodles would easily get stuck in his throat.

The full-scale model was quickly produced, and it looked as lifelike as a living creature. The Doctor and Tony Stark looked at it expectantly. The familiar tone that they had heard perhaps thousands of times spread again, but the expressions on their faces could not help but show disappointment.

They did not feel the kind of feeling that warmed their souls. Apart from singing more beautifully, it still had no meaning. The doctor squatted down along the wall silently. Tony Stark also wanted some wine. Since he had been doing experiments, he had not touched this kind of thing for a long time, and he had not thought about it for a long time.

Maybe I'm really tired.

It's not physical fatigue, but mental fatigue. Thousands of experiments, repeated experiments, without any progress or breakthroughs, would inevitably make anyone feel frustrated, let alone Tony Stark who is so proud of himself?

"Could it be because the singers nowadays are just soulless machines? Have you considered hiring professional singers?"

The doctor looked up as if he had thought of something and asked someone. After all, there was an operator named Sora among the operators of Rhodes Island, and she relied on singing to unleash her abilities.

"I've tried it, I even found professional singers, but it's no use. Their audio and tracks are always a little off, and it doesn't work at all. Maybe it's because we're all human, so we can't sing the unique tones of insect songs."

Tony Stark's voice became smaller and smaller. He seemed to have thought of something. He stood there in a daze, and the expression on his face quickly became excited.

"Oh my god, I think I know how to replicate it? Yes, the soul, the soul is the key."

Tony Stark muttered to himself, and suddenly raised his voice.

"Jarvis, you sing this song."

He almost forgot that Jarvis is an artificial intelligence and has a soul. This has been confirmed by the ghost himself. Jarvis can perfectly follow the other party's track and tune, and also has a soul. Perhaps he can really succeed.

"I thought you had forgotten me."

Jarvis' voice appeared out of nowhere inside the house, and he made a few jokes. Then, the same melodious music came on?

But this time, Tony Stark and the doctor's faces were filled with excitement. They were immersed in the singing and the joy of victory. Perhaps this piece of fruit seemed meaningless, after all, Jarvis only had one, but at least they had found the right direction.

243 Partial Origin of Plants vs. Zombies

There were no explosions or blood here, but the war did happen.

And this is not my world.

Headless corpses were piled up in a mess, and gun smoke filled the air, so thick that it was almost foggy. A four-leaf clover-shaped green plant began to spin like a windmill, and the fog that had just gathered was blown away.

The Pea Shooter walked carefully among the piles of corpses. When the wind blew the skinny arms of the zombies on the ground, or when they rolled down from the pile of corpses, he was startled and even his jumping steps were stuck.

Fortunately, it was just a close call.

A nut wall fell not far from him. His body was badly broken. He stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, but he was still breathing. When the Pea Shooter passed by him, he coughed heavily a few times. The Pea Shooter, who was already like a frightened bird, couldn't hold back at all and started running wildly, rolling and crawling.

His slender lower limbs swayed rapidly, but fortunately, he recovered after a while. He turned around and returned to the fallen nut wall. He looked at the other party, and spit out a relatively small ray of sunlight from his bowl-sized mouth. The sunlight gently fell on the nut wall. The other party's broken body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the other party finally regained a little sense of being alive.

"Thank you."

Nut Wall squeezed out the last bit of his strength and thanked the Pea Shooter weakly.

"You're welcome."

The Pea Shooter looked at the Nut Wall and forced a smile. Standing next to this most reliable warrior, even though the other party was still injured, he didn't feel so nervous.

"Oh, by the way, sorry, we might have to talk about something later. I almost forgot, I have something important to do."

Just as he was about to say something while looking at the nut wall, he seemed to remember something, and explained quickly and apologetically, without staying any longer, and disappeared from the other person's sight.

He hurried on his way again, occasionally stepping on plants lying on the ground to rest. Looking at their angry eyes, he could only say sorry loudly, and then continued running without stopping.

When he had almost squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body, he finally ran to the destination. The joy in his heart could not be concealed. But before he could say anything else, he was tripped by a broken arm and fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground for several times and finally rolled in front of the other party.

"Peashooter W7, what are the casualties?"

Sunflower looked at the tumbling plant helplessly. Seeing how miserable it looked, he really wanted to give it a ray of sunshine so that it could recover a little. However, this kind of thing could only happen in his imagination. There were too many fallen plants, and he couldn't even take care of some of the injured ones. How could he waste his energy on a guy who was not even slightly injured?

When talking about casualties, the Pea Shooter, who was lying on the ground and trying to stand up, immediately became depressed. He was originally very happy to see the other party, but now he couldn't even say a happy word.

"Some native plants have died... Almost all of those in my batch are dead..."

When he said this, he was so sad that he almost shed tears, but he was a soldier, and soldiers should not shed tears, so he held it back, just lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go back and have a good rest."

When Sunflower finished saying this, he looked up at the sky with some fatigue. The damage tonight was beyond his expectations. Those machines did help them, but compared with the huge group of zombies, these insignificant helps were quickly overwhelmed.

The sunlight collector given by the other party also has some minor problems. The sunlight collected by it is not enough to support the growth of a cloned plant. This sunlight can only be used as a disposable recovery tool to restore the bodies of those injured plants.

In fact, such a brutal war has not happened for a long time. He doesn't know if this is a sign of anything, but it is not a good thing for any plant.

He didn't think that this was a desperate attack by the zombies, because even Dr. Zombie King didn't show up, and there weren't even any giant zombies. There were only endless cannon fodder, barrels, poles, olives, and clowns. They rushed up one after another, and almost opened a path with their fallen bodies.

So much so that even the original plants were sacrificed.

In fact, most of the wars against zombies were not fought with native plants. Native plants refer to plants that slowly grow out of the garden and grow from a small seedling into a complete plant with real consciousness.

After all, they have invented this disposable cloned plant that can grow quickly but wither quickly. It only needs a lot of sunlight to grow, has relatively low combat effectiveness, and can't think flexibly. Although it is a bit wasteful, it is better than letting the native plants die.

In fact, a long time ago, for a long time, it was the native plants that fought against the zombies. Although the casualties were not heavy, they would lose a relative or friend with every death. In order to avoid this sad situation, they finally reached an agreement with their somewhat crazy neighbor Dave next door, exchanged some special things from him, and created cloned plants like cannon fodder. From then on, they fell into a long tug-of-war, and neither side could make any progress against the other.

By the way, the neighbor next door is not a plant, but a complete human being. In fact, the previous ruler of this world was humans, but many changes occurred in the middle, so that zombies completely kicked humans out of the position of dominance.

Plants were once some kind of weapons to help humans resist, using their casualties to replace human sacrifices, and humans thought this was a very cost-effective deal.

The plants had no complaints because they could not speak at that time, until a zombie drove a huge mecha to break through the last fortress of mankind. The plants that were still growing in the cold cultivation house were awakened by the vibration.

The only plant in the botanical garden that had been fully cultivated and had not yet been sent into battle was the sunflower. In a panic, it pulled its slender legs out of the flowerpot and transported its immature companions and seeds out one after another.

He was undoubtedly successful in doing this, at least he saved the last bit of hope in this world. Finally, they found an abandoned house that looked brand new and settled down there.

But the hatred between zombies and plants has already been formed. When the other side completely wiped out the last large human settlement, some zombies stared at the escaped plants and launched a new round of non-stop attacks.

This is the terrible state of the world.

244 A desperate request for help

"What will happen to us?"

Just as Sunflower was lost in thought, a childish voice couldn't help crying beside him. It was the potato mine that was buried in the soil and had not yet emerged. It was different from other plants. Other plants might be able to come back alive after going to the battlefield.

But for mines like cherry bombs, hot peppers, and potato mines, just by hearing the names, you can roughly understand their nature. It is almost impossible for them to survive on the battlefield. Only some potato mines buried at the back are lucky enough to survive.

However, the horrific casualty rate comes in return for their absolute dominance over the battlefield. Basically, very few zombies can survive within their explosion range. Even those who manage to survive are mostly seriously injured and will almost fall down if attacked again.

Such a deformed design must have been created by humans. After all, they were originally weapons used for war.

But just as no one wants to die, they also want to live. They want to live well in this world, absorbing the fresh sunshine and stretching their bodies.

Sunflower began to waver. He was the oldest plant among them and the only one that escaped from the human training room. He had witnessed the growth of almost all the plants, so how could he not put his emotions into them?

But feelings are useless. Those who are destined to die will die, and there will be no accidents.

"I don't want to die..."

But with a cry of "I don't want to die", the already shaken sunflower could no longer hold back and almost raised his leaves to slap himself hard.

Instead of wondering whether those weird guys will become their new threat, or whether chat groups are new tools developed by humans to control them, it is better to think of ways to overcome the current difficulties. After all, they can hardly even survive, so what qualifications do they have to hope for more distant things?

So he opened the chat group, but before he could say anything, he saw the song uploaded by the other party. He listened to it for a while and completely dispelled his hostility towards those people, because it is impossible to sing such a song without a pure heart. He also asked the other party for a red envelope. All the plants were immersed in the song, and their whole bodies were filled with courage again.

[Sunshine Commander] Sunshine Porter: Everyone, I need your help.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Just submit the task when you need help, but I guess the Doctor and Tony Stark probably don't have time to come. They seem to have been working around the clock in the laboratory for who knows how long.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: I've also been doing experiments recently, but they're not as urgent as theirs, so I can still come over if needed.

SIX: I want to come too.