The end of the world is coming, I became a card maker

The hot pot was cooked, and the hot pot was cooked.

With a hiss, the fresh and spicy seasonings were stir-fried in the pot, and the butter base was added. Then, the beef bone soup that was not finished last night and some water were added, and the induction cooker began to burn.

The power supply used was a large-capacity portable power supply that I carried with me. If you don't eat hot pot for too long, it will probably use up half of the power.

Although this kind of food culture is very unfamiliar to other civilizations, everyone has tried to accept this spicy taste in their own way.

The rich man's face cannot be ignored, and several people also want to try this kind of food that smells so good that they can't stand it.

Jian Zhongguo used high alcohol to numb the taste buds and then accept the hot and spicy taste.

Ling Tian and Ling Zhen each put a few cups of water in front of them, and they could eat the dishes after they were rinsed several times.

As for Jian Jing, Huang Sheng appreciated it more. Although she was sweating all over from the spiciness, she insisted on tasting the food.

"The taste of magma ash and refined iron disguised as No. 42 concrete is the best. I will treat you to taste it another day."

Seeing the five people sitting together eating so deliciously, the metal man couldn't help but recommend the food from his hometown.

The tall and thin old man held a different view. If he was not mistaken, this should be the first time he spoke:

"Dig a deep pit in the middle of the old mass grave, come here at three o'clock in the morning a few days later, and drink up the damp air that is pent up here. This is a rare delicacy in the world."

Kong Eleven also put forward his own opinion: "It is better to fry the brain-holding worms, but it is too precious, it is very laborious to cultivate, and it has to be used in daily battles."

"It is also better to cook the silkworms in the leaves, the original flavor, the juice and meat are overflowing with fragrance. In fact, the white silkworms in the sound arrow bamboo before were rare delicacies. I really want to try to eat them raw, but unfortunately I can't enjoy it."

Huang Sheng's face was full of black lines. Damn, you will die if you don't talk?

"Do you know how to play cards? 50 black bills per person, play slowly, play anything you want, and the three of you should stop discussing food."

Turning around, he threw a stack of 1 yuan black bills that he picked up specially to the three people. At this time, perhaps only this thing can make them shut up.

As expected, the three of them stopped discussing food. After dividing the money, they first discussed what to play and how to gamble, and then they concentrated on earning the black money from others.

Huang Sheng looked back in surprise: "The corpse-driving technique in your world is really amazing."

This zombie usually looks like a tool man. Today is the first time he has shown his personal consciousness. Even things like studying for a doctorate seem very familiar to him.

Seeing Jing sweating profusely, fanning the spicy taste from her mouth with a round fan, she drank the drink Huang Sheng brought out while explaining seriously: "This is not an ordinary corpse-driving technique."

"This old man was an old man in our town when he was alive. He not only often went into the gray fog to explore, but also often went in and out of various tasks. He was a senior who watched us grow up since childhood."

"When he expected that he would die in two or three years, he voluntarily became a walking corpse according to our customs, driven by the younger generations in the town, and stayed with us in another way."

"After using the special corpse-driving technique to give it a new life, its original consciousness was sealed in the deepest part of its body, and it needed to occasionally use the Huiyang Pill to maintain the stability of its consciousness."

"A new spiritual wisdom gradually emerged in its body. This is a more mechanical consciousness, but it can draw on and use most of the old man's behaviors and abilities when he was alive."

Huang Sheng gritted his teeth lightly. The weird ways of the civilization to which this woman belonged were not necessarily better than the deserted temple.

No wonder a zombie needs to take Huiyang Dan, a drug that conflicts with its life nature. It seems that if necessary, the old man's true consciousness can be revived.

What an amazing magic.

"My world is different. The dead are buried in frozen soil."

Picking up a piece of beef tripe and rinsing it in the pot, Jian Zhongguo took a sip of strong liquor. His nose turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He sighed and said.

"Not buried in the ground?"

Jian Zhongguo shook his head: "No, no, it's frozen soil. My world is surrounded by extreme cold and polar night all year round. Most of the land is permafrost. Even if magma falls from the sky, it won't melt for a while."

Huang Sheng was shocked. The environment that the other party on Earth was talking about was already near the Arctic Circle.

If the other party's entire world is such an environment, the living conditions must be extremely harsh.

"Every May and June, a humid air current blows from a mountain in the far west, causing the temperature here to temporarily reach above zero degrees. During this season, every household will transport the bodies of relatives who have passed away within the past year and are temporarily frozen there for burial."

"After mid-June, this air current retreats, the temperature drops sharply, and this place turns into frozen soil again. The buried people will sleep here forever."

"However, our traditional customs have also been challenged in recent years. More and more young people can't bear the hardship of long-distance travel between May and June, and instead begin to use large tools for commissioned transportation. Think about it, is it appropriate for me not to bury my ancestors in person?"

Huang Sheng thought to himself, what is this? How rich was our culture of various sacrifices, blessings, and memorial services in the past? What about now?

Beating electronic wooden fish, seeing the mecha Buddha, worshiping the punk Guanyin, scanning QR codes in the cemetery to read the life of the deceased, is this outrageous?

"Does your civilization have any suitable copies?" Huang Sheng asked Jian Zhongguo.

The biggest danger in the extreme cold world is the extreme cold itself, but he has the bug of the wild home, which is his huge advantage.

With this bug, if he can easily complete a copy and get a high score to get a wave of rewards, it will be very cool.

"Not only that, there are many more."

Jian Zhongguo restrained his smile and said, "Is there a simplest and most difficult event that I don't know if you are interested in?"

"The event of crossing the Baifeng Glacier is the most popular permanent cycle event in our civilization over the years. There are countless tourists coming here every year. Even for this reason, a permanent frontier camp has been formed more than 200 kilometers away from the Baifeng Glacier."

"The event is to cross a glacier?" Huang Sheng asked cautiously.

He needs to know about this so-called hottest event, but he doesn't want to be involved in any in-depth advance information to avoid being judged as cheating by the system, thereby canceling the qualification for high evaluation.

As for this trip to the deserted temple, he didn't have so many concerns. If he could complete this copy alive and leave, it would be a victory. There was no way to consider whether it was highly evaluated or not.

And because this is a copy of his own, Huang Sheng feels that the conventional copy rules do not apply to him. He should not be affected by the information provided by the two women in advance.

"Yes, not entirely, but generally correct."

Jian Zhongguo has been in the copy for many years, and obviously will not easily leak the information in the event copy to avoid trouble.

So Huang Sheng continued to chat with the other party to understand other situations in the other party's world.

The most important thing is the level of technology and tool manufacturing capabilities. With extreme cold, if even the technology and production capabilities are at the lowest, even if the people here can survive, they will probably be quite miserable.

"The technological level of the earth sixty years ago."

Huang Sheng soon made a basic judgment in his mind and was relieved. It seems that this place is really worth a visit.

The next day, today continued to rest, and it was also the last day of rest.

At the same time, the Ling family rented a small sedan chair on this day. After the afternoon sacrifice, eighty family slaves hurriedly carried it to the nearest altar to listen to the lecture.

The sedan chair was about half the size of a small bedroom. The height and thickness of the sedan chair seemed relatively thin. It contained the grandmother's spirit tablet, and the two girls were also sitting inside.

Compared with other sedan chairs and various means of transportation in Shilao Village, this small sedan chair was pocket-sized.

The reason why other sedan chairs and means of transportation were so heavy was because the dead people paid attention to grand funerals.

Even the spirit tablet had to be decorated magnificently, so there was space inside the sedan chair, and the sedan chair had to be heavy and formal enough.

However, due to the limited conditions of the Ling family, they did not have such a means of transportation. In addition, the grandmother had just passed away last year. They were both "open-minded" and loved their two granddaughters, so they did not care about such a formality.

In this way, the eighty servants carried the sedan chair and ran very fast, which was much faster than other teams. Even if they set off at around 1 pm, they had plenty of time.