“So hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

He Dou smiled while drinking the mushroom soup in the bowl.

He never felt that such a simple mushroom soup would be so delicious.

It is obviously just a variety of wild fungi collected in the ruins and wilderness, without a little seasoning, and they are placed together and stewed together.

But this smell unexpectedly has a contagious effect that penetrates people's hearts.

After drinking a few big mouthfuls of mushroom soup, He Dou looked at the person opposite the bonfire in front of him.

It was an old man. He was wearing some torn clothes and glasses with larger frames on his eyes. His hair was sparse and completely gray.

The old man was also drinking mushroom soup. After finding He Dou's eyes fixed, he raised his head and smiled barely, and handed He Dou a skewer with a bunch of grasshoppers.

He Dou also smiled slightly, took the skewers and bit it.

"Well... the chicken tastes crispy."

He Dou chewed it twice and swallowed it decisively.

It’s not that He Dou likes to eat roasted grasshoppers, it’s just that he’s already used to it.

It has been half a month since he came to this dark and deserted wasteland world, and he has long been used to such food.

Although he would not starve to death without eating, and at most he felt a little hungry, he still decided to eat insects and not starve. It would be much harder to starve than to feel nauseous.

If you eat too many insects, you will find that as long as you handle them well, the taste will be quite good.

As for the old man opposite He Dou.

He Dou didn't know what he was called, so he kept calling him old man.

On the day I first came to this world, He Dou found this place along the smoke from the cooking stove.

A bonfire, an old man, some daily necessities, a fungus cultivation room, and a lot of strange machine parts and drawings.

He Dou, who came with the smoke from the cooking stove, ate a meal without hesitation, and then lived here for a long time under the reception of the kind but taciturn old man.

The old man's taciturn did not conflict with his kindness and enthusiasm. His taciturn was just because he couldn't understand the language with He Dou.

However, both of them are very smart, and often they can understand each other with just a few moves.

"Ah, it's almost time."

He Dou suddenly put down the food in his hand and looked at the circular machine on the stone pier not far away. It was a circular machine with twenty-four symbols and two movable pointers inlaid.

Although He Dou's abilities are all sealed, his mind is still there.

After observing for a while, you will understand that this is an alarm clock. Although it is much different from the earth's alarm clock, it is essentially easy to see that it is an alarm clock.

Thinking about it, He Dou finished eating something in a few bites, got up and picked up a package, nodded at the old man, and then immediately turned around and prepared to leave here.

He Dou wanted to go out to find supplies, but he couldn't do anything for free when he was with the old man, so he naturally decided what to do.

So he consciously took on the task of going out to find supplies.

Although his ability was sealed and he didn't understand the language here, he still had his brains and obtained some information from each other through various attempts of communication with the old man.

According to the various drawings provided by the old man, we have been looking for edible food and some mechanical parts needed by the old man. This has been He Dou’s daily life for half a month.

Of course, He Dou never forgot to look for the firelight of that day. He always felt that the firelight that came from bottom to top and quickly went out after soaring straight to the sky was very important.

Of course, other various wasteland survivors have seen some experiences, including many robots, which shows that the world should have been quite developed.

But I have never seen that fire again.

The old man looked at He Dou who was about to go away and nodded, then turned around and walked towards a place where a pile of mechanical parts were piled up, and began to do some strange research.

"I'm really addicted to research, old man."

He Dou shook his head helplessly, then turned around and set off.

The old man has been creating something interesting, something that he can't even see with He Dou's knowledge.

After all, the overall style of this wasteland world is a bit steampunk. Although Hedou was a little interested in studying these technological parts for half a month, he still couldn't see what it was.
Chapter completed!