It was as if having too many lice was no longer an itch.
Huai Shi found that when you had to face too many problems, people would become strangely calm.
Recently, he was immersed in confusion and uneasiness about the future. But when he was thrown into the wilderness, he suddenly realized his impulsive state of mind.
Not only was it the growing confidence, but also the gradually accumulated anxiety along the way.
Today's difficult journey was like a slap to Huai Shi's face.
The slap was loud and clear.
Using a beating from outside society to wake him up from his meaningless contemplation.
— Idiot, don't waste so much time.
Think of something you can solve!
No matter how complicated and dark the past was, no matter how far away the future was, no matter how difficult it was to choose …
There was no doubt that these were all things that were worthy of serious consideration.
But the most important thing was the present.
The harsh reality forced Huai Shi back onto the ground. He was forced to use his own legs to trudge forward like the others, regaining the sense of reality that he once had.
Huai Shi felt happy and fulfilled because of this.
Experiencing his own powerlessness and limits did not make him depressed. Instead, it made him happier.
As time passed, after the difficult early stage, Huai Shi gradually became familiar with this overgrown world.
The pollution clouds from the edge of Australia had disappeared without anyone noticing.
But new troubles gradually emerged.
Water source.
On the sixth night, Huai Shi woke up and checked her reserves as usual. She suddenly realized that she had already consumed a third of her water supply.
He had not even traveled one-fifth of the way.
There was not enough water.
He repeatedly calculated three times and repeatedly reduced his daily water quota. Even after reducing it to just enough to survive, there was still a huge gap.
Huai Shi tapped his pencil on the book in his hand and fell into distressed thoughts.
In fact, no matter how much he reduced his intake, it was still not the solution.
There were only three choices in front of him.
The first was to immediately turn back. Taking into account the risks and the possibility of getting lost on the road, the remaining two-thirds of water was enough to support him back to Darwin for another round of supplies.
Fortunately, he had enough money.
At most, he could find a bad guy near the town and enforce the law. Then, he would have everything. Maybe he could even get a car.
Second, from now on, he would change his direction and head east. If he controlled his intake, he would be able to reach Queensland Bay before he ran out of water. At that time, they would be able to easily replenish their water supply.
But the biggest problem was that the Queensland Gulf was still a radiation zone, and it was also under the surveillance of the Astronomical Society. After more than a hundred years, the radiation there still hadn't returned to a safe range, but it was more or less within the tolerance range of the mountain ghosts.
However, Huai Shi did not know if he could maintain his current physical strength and energy after consuming the water and food in the radiation zone. Was it possible for him to cross the desert in front of him and reach Canberra?
He had to take a gamble.
If the first option was the safest, and the second option could be considered a small gamble for fun, then the third option would be a big gamble that would harm the body.
That was being headstrong and rash.
He would gamble that he could find a new water source in the ruins of the former city.
If the gamble succeeded, he would smoothly reach Canberra and have a big meal. If the gamble failed … he could only sit on the bench of the Astronomical Society's emergency rescue team and eat cold food.
This was not a matter of life and death. After all, the efficiency of the Astronomical Society was there.
But it would be too embarrassing.
Overestimating himself and wanting to challenge nature, and then having to wait for the good brothers to come and save him — it would be more ridiculous than an amateur traveler who went blind and got into trouble.
There were three options.
Huai Shi was in a dilemma.
The first was the safest, the second was the most stable, and the third was the fastest.
But was there no way that was safe, stable, and fast?
Crow looked at Hao Ren's naive look and finally could not stand it anymore. He could not help but sigh. "Can you be a little more self-aware … You are a mountain ghost after all."
"Hmm?" Huai Shi was at a loss.
"Did you accumulate so many plant life in your body for nothing?"
Crow rolled his eyes. "Did you see the structure of so many ecospheres along the way for nothing? In theory, as long as there is a place where you can take root, you will not die of thirst or hunger. Why are you so embarrassing? "
"Huh?"
Huai Shi was stunned. "Can it be like this?"
"Why not?"
Crow asked. "Ghosts can be specially turned into earthbound spirits, red ghosts, and headless ghosts. Why can't mountain ghosts adjust their own species?"
Feeling Crow's' the whole family is disappointed in you 'look, Huai Shi closed his eyes suspiciously.
He tried to … turn himself into a vegetable.
Alright, he was already in a vegetative state to begin with. But this time, he wanted to modify himself from a hybrid vegetative state that belonged to a 'subtropical monsoon climate zone' to a new level.
He would temporarily seal up other unnecessary species and trees, and then specially turn himself into a 'tropical desert climate' type of vegetable.
He would reduce his water consumption as much as possible and increase the efficiency of his digestion in order to adapt to the harsh desert environment of alternating high temperatures and high temperatures.
His main species were the Crassulaceae, the Cactaceae, the Asparagaceae, the Liliaceae, and so on … …
Huai Shi's Origin Substance fluctuations rapidly decreased at a rate visible to the naked eye, as if he were diving into the water.
He had never stored up any plants related to the Abyss in the first place. Now that he had isolated and sealed up the other species in his body, he could feel his strength begin to plummet.
The mountain ghost's stigmata rapidly shrank and dried up. In the end, the remaining plant life was only enough for the complex roots that extended from his chest to support a four-inch Domain. It was difficult for it to cover his entire body.
But what was even more incredible was that Huai Shi felt her breathing become lighter. He could even feel … … a trace of water vapor drifting in the air.
He had become weaker, but he also felt a rare sense of carefreeness.
The heat and dryness that had been plaguing him were rapidly weakening. Even though they did not completely disappear, they were steadily maintained at a level where they were only slightly hot and dry.
At the same time, his tolerance level was rapidly rising. The unbearable thirst that he had felt in the past was now insignificant.
When Huai Shi opened his eyes, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
His hair was rapidly shrinking and shortening!
Huai Shi's expression of shock was one of shock. His waist-length hair had shrunk to the point that even a hairband could no longer tie it up. It had become shorter and shorter.
He was losing his hair!
"Have you ever seen a desert with lush vegetation?" The Crow shook his head helplessly. "What are you panicking for? Do you think that only your hair is changing? "
Then, Huai Shi noticed.
His skin was rapidly becoming rough, no longer as flexible and soft as it had been in the past. Instead, it was rapidly hardening, becoming hard and yellow.
The pores on his body were also rapidly shrinking. After reaching their limit, a layer of imperceptible fine hair began to extend from his pores, swaying slightly in the air as Huai Shi moved.
They nimbly caught every strand of moisture.
Huai Shi picked up the spoon and poured a little water on the back of his hand.
He saw that the drop of water rapidly decreased under the absorption of the countless fine hairs, and finally, it was completely absorbed by his skin.
After his tolerance level doubled, his ability to absorb and store water had also been astonishingly improved.
Although he was limited by the limits of the human body, he could not really be as thirsty as Populus poplar to the extent that he could still be alive after a few years of being watered after faking his death.
However, the consumption of water had been reduced to about one-fifth of the original.
This was because all the plants stored in the Huai Shi type were mediocre. If he could get more desert plants from the Abyss, he would probably be able to take root on the spot without even needing to use water.
In fact, Huai Shi could also forcibly seize the vitality and water of other plants to support himself.
However, after being a mountain ghost for so long, Huai Shi really did not want to do anything to those plants that had been helpful to him all this time.
Enough water for Huai Shi to drink, they could live for more than half a year.
No matter how much the desert plants rejected foreign vegetative people, they did not completely refuse to serve Huai Shi.
The mountain ghosts themselves relied on the plant ecology to survive. If the ecology was destroyed, the mountain ghosts would have no place to stay. Unless death was imminent and they had no choice but to whip, Huai Shi would generally not consider such a cruel method.
After three adjustments, the new desert ecosystem in Huai Shi's body was finally completed.
At this moment, Huai Shi's face in the mirror had become a short-haired youth with a yellowish face and rough skin. Even his lips were faintly brown.
A new layer of membrane-like substance covered his pupils, reducing the loss of water to the greatest extent.
The specialization was complete.
He had successfully turned himself into a tropical desert vegetative person.
The Mountain Ghost Sacred Mark was no longer as sluggish and slow as before. Instead, it operated smoothly again, completely adapting to the desert environment.
Huai Shi could not help but start to reflect.
Was he too used to being stubborn?
After being used to fighting for everything, it was only now that he understood the most common techniques used by ordinary mountain ghosts.
Every type of Sacred Mark had its own strengths, especially the Celestial genealogy created by the Astronomy Association, which had searched the mythological source books of the entire territory. Every Sacred Mark of every path had been endowed with many characteristics long before it was born.
It could be said that every Sacred Mark had its own unique field.
If it were not for Crow's reminder, Huai Shi would never have thought that he could adjust the ecosystem in his body to adapt to the outside environment.
"Now you know the benefits of spending money?"
Crow glanced at him. "Think about how big the tolerance range of an ordinary mountain ghost is, and then compare it to yours. The civilian version being able to accommodate three types of ecosystems is already considered a thorough plan. How can there be someone like you who can touch grass at the first opportunity, without restraint, and madly touch all the ecological environments in his body until he can simulate all the ecological environments in the present state? "
"Are pay-to-win players that powerful?" Huai Shi was dumbfounded.
"What else? That kind of embarrassing trash who was beaten up by a seal with no money can only mean one thing, and that is that he didn't spend enough money. "
Crow shook his head, flapped his little wings, and stepped on Huai Shi's head. "Alright, don't be so smug. Walk and walk, there's still a long way to go."
Huai Shi packed up his things and picked up the saddlebag again. He felt his feet sink.
His own muscle strength had also deteriorated?
Fortunately, there was not much weakness, and it was still within his tolerance range.
As dusk gradually rose, Huai Shi once again embarked on his journey.
For some reason, when he turned his head, he could always hear a faint sound echoing at the end of the sky.
It was like an illusion of thunder.
"It's going to rain?"
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