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"Block the isolation area." Ai Jun said, even if she knew that what the person said was not credible, she couldn't let her come out and talk casually. It would only make more than 100 people in the isolation area unlucky.

Xiahou smiled, "It's good for everyone to take turns, but it's good for him to come out."

So the rules of the quarantine area changed a bit after that day. There were only more than 100 people in total, and they were divided into different areas. The time and place to meet people in each area were different.Everyone who was quarantined also knew that there were other people, but everyone's time and area just couldn't get together, so some people said that it was because more and more people died, and the higher-ups were afraid that they would panic and make such a fuss , Don’t you know how many people are still alive?

Some people were afraid, and they cried and made a lot of noise when they were released.Before the robot came over, he was persuaded by his own people.

Although Han Yidong is a ground worker, he has also received some training in fighting skills, and his physical fitness is indeed getting better and better under his training. It is no problem to hold people down: "So what if you say you are so troublesome? If there is a way to cure the disease in the base, wouldn't it treat you?"

"Don't be discouraged, the base has developed vaccines and antidotes for something as big as zombies last time. Didn't there be more people quarantined at that time? Who knows how far the base's research has progressed?" Zhao Mengxuan also persuaded.

The tall, thin man who was held down slowly stopped crying: "Can it? Can we still have a vaccine? Can we really still live?"

Han Yidong: "When..."

"So what if we die? Now we earn our lives, right?"

Han Yidong tilted his head and looked at Zhao Mengxuan. Even when there were the most people in the beginning, there were only about two hundred of them. Every day, everyone knew each other.Because most of the people were mourning, Zhao Mengxuan, the tall girl who smiled every day, was the most eye-catching.

The tall and thin man was choked by her words, bowed his head and muttered silently: "It's better to live than to die..."

"Then can you live if you cry and make trouble?"

"I, I'm just scared... I can't help it..." The tall and thin man was a little ashamed, but he was really scared, and he started to tremble as he spoke.

"Who isn't afraid? Since you are afraid, do more things to keep you alive—no matter where you are, the more you are afraid of death, the faster you will die."

The tall and thin man shivered again: "Then how can you not be afraid?"

"Think about it. If you survive successfully, you will have to fight, which is almost the same as having supernatural powers, just like the storm and thunder! At that time, of course you have to go to the battlefield, relying on your flesh and blood to fight against the battleship god horse Yes, how handsome!" Zhao Mengxuan's eyes sparkled.

Thin and tall man: ...he couldn't stop trembling completely.

Onlookers: ...some of them turned blue.

After everyone dispersed, Han Yidong found a corner and started laughing. Since his wife left, he hasn't laughed so happily for a long time.

"Hey, puff puff will make people think you are exhausting air here."

Han Yidong laughed even harder, and he couldn't help it. He turned his head to look, and knew why Zhao Mengxuan came here - most of the other people were moaning and moaning.

"Leave them alone, most of them are not from our base." Ninety-nine percent of the people who were parasitized this time were the new refugees.When Han Yidong was still outside, he knew that the people in the base didn't think highly of these people.The international students are okay, but many of them can’t even speak Chinese, and some are family members sent there by naked officials.

Even though they are all yellow-skinned and black-eyed, they don't even know whether they are Korean, Vietnamese, or Japanese.The purpose of bringing them back is to fill up our own population, but Han Yidong knows that many of these people are dishonest.

"That's boring enough. Big men get hysterical when they encounter something, and in their hearts, fighting for themselves is more terrifying than death." Zhao Mengxuan made a grimace, turned his head to that side and said loudly, " Those who survive are all trash!"

Some of those who sighed were angry, some were panicked, but no one dared to do anything to Zhao Mengxuan.They all knew that she was a soldier, and her comrades came to see her every day, and someone sent them something they had never seen before—it was said that it was a specialty of this base.So these people hid farther away.

"It's like this now, but after a while everyone will be the same person." Han Yidong shook his head, but he was a little envious of the girl's freedom.

Zhao Mengxuan also sighed, but didn't continue to say this sentence: "I saw your daughter, so cute. What's her name?"

"Han Wei, whose nickname is Weiwei." Han Yidong showed a silly daddy smile.

Han Yidong and Zhao Mengxuan chatted happily, and when the wind-releasing time was over, the two said goodbye to each other and left.Someone was crying and unwilling to go in. A tall humanoid robot came over, carried the person like a chicken, and carried it back to the room.

Every day, every day, people are dying in the quarantine.

Han Yidong and Zhao Mengxuan saw the live broadcast from the space port in the quarantine area, and saw the three warships being built at the same time.They are also afraid, but there is an indescribable calm—a calm that the other party can understand, which makes them afraid but not afraid.

However, there is still one person who is still alive, but he is immersed in fear every day.

After recognizing Xiahou that day, Liu Wen couldn't leave the room.He knew that he alone could not leave.Because everyone has a wall in their room, which can be changed arbitrarily: the wild, noisy crowd, starry sky, battleship command room, magic and ancient scenes, or just look at the other side of the wall.However, the changes inside this wall cannot be seen by people outside.

Liu Wen could see that everyone else could go out, communicate and talk with others, but only his door was never opened.He knocked desperately on the door, on the wall where he could see the outside, his hands were scarred and his bones were broken, but no one noticed.He screamed desperately, the screams made his eardrums ache, and the smell of rust came back from his throat, and even he was speechless at the end, but no one noticed.

Liu Min huddled in the corner, although there was still food and water for him to survive every day, but he seemed to be an abandoned person, or a dead ghost, no one could know his existence , saw him...

[At first I thought this kind of clothes were simple and rough, but now I realize...it's so beautiful...[Hold your face]]

【o(╥﹏╥)o It's not easy, Master Hou has finally set up the mall. 】

【(﹃) Lord Hou, I got a customized card, I like these colors! [Colour Spectrum] Ask Lord Hou to design some clothes made of these colors! 】

【(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ come every day against the clock, but when I click the lottery, let alone get a prize, I will lose the qualification for the lottery! How did you draw it!】

【_(:з」∠)_It’s all from this planet and nearby planets, so there’s some time difference, huh. 】

Xiahou clicked on the color spectrum, and what he saw was a very bright red, a very crisp green, and a very delicate yellow. What appeared in Xiahou's mind was the Northeast cotton jacket with red background, yellow flowers and green leaves...

His bad taste rose a little bit, but in the end he was buried by the little white man named conscience.

"Hey, do you want men's clothes or women's clothes? Give me your body information."

【Men's!Also, this is my information, (ω) I was too happy just now, I forgot, sorry. 】

"Okay." Xiahou sat there, and a three-dimensional model was automatically generated beside him, and Xiahou began to add clothing to the model, which was the deep clothing style of the Han Dynasty.Emerald green is used as the base color, bright yellow is used as the inner shirt, and bright red is embellished like coral on the cuffs and waist.

——What is Xiahou doing?

——The "Feng Shen Bang" is finished, and then comes the Spring and Autumn and Warring States, and now we have talked about the division of the three families.These historical knowledges were all memorized by Xiahou in modern times, and they were recounted in ancient times.

At this time, the story is no longer a story, but history. Since it is history, the amount of knowledge contained in it is huge.What Xiahou narrated was not just some historical events, but he also explained all aspects of history to the best of his ability.

So his virtual community has commodities for sale, but there are only appearances, no real objects, from clothing, accessories, chariots, houses, kings, nobles, civilians, slaves, all are in the shape of the Warring States Period, which must be There is something wrong, because the archaeology of the earth is not yet comprehensive, but this is the limit of what Xiahou can do.

There is a lottery draw every day, and the winner can get a design drawing, and there is a big draw every ten days, and the winner can let Xiahou make an item by himself.

Now many people's avatars have changed from the original modern attire to the ancient attire.

And a commodity that had almost disappeared—cloth, began to occupy the cabins of major interstellar spacecraft at an extremely fast speed.

"Huh..." After the live broadcast ended, Xia Hou sat up and took a sip of water.

"Xiahou, come and see, is there anything wrong?" The Great God Fuxi greeted Xiahou from the opposite door - both the door of Xiahou's house and the opposite door were open.

Xiahou walked in, and there were large and small virtual architectural models floating in this room, the small ones were pigpens and horse sheds, the big ones were palaces and temples, and there were verandahs and pavilions scattered around, as well as pavilions and docks.

Xiahou said every day that Fuxi already had specific information here. He designed a Warring States City and also designed the virtual game "Return to the Warring States".Needless to say, the virtual game, the Warring States City really tried to restore the ancient architectural style.

Xiahou and his historical "scholars" in their 30s and [-]s don't know how houses were built during the Warring States Period. All Xiahou can give is a design drawing with a full mortise and tenon structure.However, even in modern times, no matter how "retro", it is impossible to build a house with a mortise and tenon structure. Many so-called retro buildings are just a layer of antique paint painted on the outside of reinforced concrete.

Fuxi, with his super big and rolling appearance, waving his fat paws, photographed these buildings lively and enthusiastically.

"o(*￣▽￣*)o Xiahou, do you think this pigsty should be bigger or smaller?"

Xia Hou: "...God, I think it depends on how many pigs are raised in it?"

"o(*￣▽￣*)o Xiahou, you see that the canopy on the carriage is like this, right? But the data says that this is a sunshade, right? How can it shade the sun when it is so high? Do you think it will look like this? OK?"

Xia Hou: "My God, this is an umbrella, not a canopy. Or make the cloth hanging down from the canopy longer?"

"o(*￣▽￣*)o Xiahou, do you think this tripod is so big?"

Xiahou: "Master, this tripod is too big. The biggest tripod unearthed in our time is not so big."

"o(*￣▽￣*)o Xiahou..."

Fuxi is not like this every day, but every day. At first Xiahou thought that Fuxi was just pretending-how could my super brain be so cute? !

_(:з」∠)_But to this day, Xiahou feels that Fuxi is really not just pretending, he is just like that, probably because he is too excited, he has intermittent short-circuits every day.

"Master, do you need to be so happy?" Xia Hou felt that there was something wrong with his words, so he quickly said, "I'm not saying that you shouldn't be happy like this, but...you are too happy."

"(O_o)" God Fuxi was puzzled, he thought for a while and asked, "Xiahou, do you know what these things you brought represent?"

"The history of the Chinese people, our past, where we came from, we are not alone." Xia Hou answered quickly, these will be engraved in the mind of Xia Hou in the future, and will also be reflected in the speeches of countless audiences.

"What you said is emotional and known to the public. If it's just like this, 'I' won't be so happy. Because it doesn't have a 'big' relationship with me."

Fuxi's words made Xia Hou a little confused: "Emotional...and cultural, and..."

Xiahou wanted to find out more reasons, but he couldn't find them.Or he had found it a long time ago and kept it in his mind, but he couldn't express it in specific words, he could only feel at a loss.