A distance of 300 meters was not a problem for Zuo Qingcang or Liu Zhicheng in his previous life when he was in perfect condition. However, for Zuo Qingcang, who was now weak all over, this was a distance that he had to grit his teeth and persevere.
He swam towards the man bit by bit, then carefully grabbed the other end of the wooden plank with one hand and a stone with the other. He slowly approached the man on the wooden plank.
Zuo Qingcang suddenly flipped the man's body over. The pale smile that he had imagined did not appear. Instead, it was a face that was purple and green. Zuo Qingcang had seen too many faces like that in his previous life. It was the face of a dead person.
He reached out and pressed his hand on the man's neck, but he could not feel any weak pulse.
"Is he dead?"
Zuo Qingcang had no interest in lamenting that the only compatriot he had met was a dead man. He began to drag the man's body to the shore, preparing to check if there was anything on him that he could use. Now that he was alone on a deserted island, even a small knife or a bag of dry food would be of great help to him.
After dragging the man's body to the shore with much difficulty, Zuo Qingcang lay down on the beach and began to pant. The series of movements had made his already exhausted body even more tired.
After resting for about five minutes, he slowly got up and began to examine the man's body.
At this time, Zuo Qingcang finally had the time to carefully examine the man's clothes. A red robe, a crystal bun on his head, and a jade pendant on his waist. According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, this man should be a Taoist priest of the Da Qi State.
The so-called Taoist priest was a Taoist priest who was personally conferred and recognized by the imperial court. The Taoist priest's status was equivalent to that of a ninth-grade to a first-grade official. According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, these Taoist priests who were conferred the title of Taoist priest were truly extraordinary people who practiced Taoist magic and magic. They possessed powerful magic power.
For example, the current Grand Tutor of the Da Qi State, Ji Xingling, was rumored to have the power to summon the wind and rain, as well as the power to summon ghosts and gods. He was a popular figure in folklore.
However, Zuo Qingcang came from an era of science and technology. Since he was young, he did not believe in ghosts and gods. In his opinion, the so-called Taoist priests and immortal arts were nothing more than tricks used to deceive the rulers of the feudal dynasties for benefits. In the history of Earth, there were too many such people.
Liu Zhicheng had never seen Taoist magic with his own eyes, but he had heard many legends. In the eyes of Zuo Qingcang, they were very similar to the scams in the history of Earth.
However, the experience on the ship made Zuo Qingcang realize that this world was different from the Earth of the past. After all, compared to Earth, this place was considered an alien planet. In his opinion, it was not impossible for the aliens in this world to have some special abilities.
Without thinking too much about the identity of the Taoist priest, Zuo Qingcang directly took off the corpse's coat. He found a dagger on the corpse's waist and a small bag on the corpse's body. In the small bag, there was a palm-sized box, a book, and some bottles.
The bag was made of the skin of an unknown animal. It seemed to be very waterproof, and the things inside were not soaked.
These things were placed close to the body of the Taoist priest. Obviously, they were very important to him.
Zuo Qingcang put the dagger on his belt, and then picked up the book first. The words written on it were completely different from those written on Earth. Fortunately, Liu Zhicheng was literate, so it did not affect Zuo Qingcang's reading of the book.
The cover of the book was written with the words "Divine Reflection of the Fire". Zuo Qingcang flipped through it. It seemed to be some kind of heavenly law, nature, and other mysterious things. It was very obscure and difficult to understand. He shook his head and casually threw it on the ground.
Then he picked up the bottles and jars. There were a total of five thumb-sized bottles. They were red, green, yellow, blue, and purple. There were no words written on them. Obviously, the Taoist priest relied on color to distinguish them.
Zuo Qingcang picked up the red bottle and carefully unscrewed the lid. He looked inside and found that there seemed to be some white metal powder inside. He opened the other small bottles one by one. They were all different colored metal powders and liquids.
In Liu Zhicheng's memory, everything about the Taoist priest was mysterious and strange. Naturally, he did not know anything.
In Zuo Qingcang's memory, the things in front of him seemed to match the history of Earth. The Taoist priest used all kinds of things to make pills. He guessed that these things might be similar to iron, carbon, lead, and mercury. These things were very precious to the Taoist priest, but for the current Zuo Qingcang, they were useless.
Disappointed, Zuo Qingcang put away the small bottles. Finally, he picked up the box. The box was made of silver-white metal. Zuo Qingcang weighed the box in his hand. There seemed to be something rolling inside. According to the things in the previous small bottles, the things in this box would not be of any help to his current situation.
As Zuo Qingcang opened the box, a silver-white bead the size of an eyeball appeared in front of him. The surface of the bead was extremely smooth. Zuo Qingcang could even see his face clearly. It was like a mirror. It was hard for him to imagine that a feudal society like the Da Qi State could process something like this.
But why would such a small silver bead be placed so close to his body?
While he was thinking about this, he saw the silver bead jump on its own. Then, like a candle, it melted in an instant and directly drilled into Zuo Qingcang's body through his finger.
Zuo Qingcang's right hand immediately moved back, but it was too late. Most of the silver bead had already drilled into his index finger. Then, he tried to fling the silver bead away. However, with just this fling, the entire silver bead drilled into Zuo Qingcang's right palm.
He stared at his palm with his eyes wide open. He had no idea what had just happened.
"Could it be that this thing is alive?" Seeing that his palm had not changed at all and was exactly the same as before, Zuo Qingcang could not imagine that such a lump of metal had drilled into his palm.
After observing for about ten minutes, Zuo Qingcang could not see where the silver bead had gone. His body did not show any abnormalities. He even suspected that he was hallucinating.
In the end, he could only leave it be.
"The things that appear in this world seem to be getting stranger and stranger."
After rummaging through the corpses, Zuo Qingcang found that the most useful thing was still the dagger. He temporarily put the other things together and began to enter the small forest near the beach.
After temporarily solving the problem of water and plants with Ye Coconut, he needed to light a campfire to help him get through the next few days. Fire was a great source of human progress. Not only could it help Zuo Qingcang get through the cold night, but it could also help him cook food, send out signals, and defend against possible animals.
In the forest, Zuo Qingcang found some wood and hay that were relatively dry and piled them together.
Then, he used the fire plough to ignite the fire. To be specific, he used the dagger to cut a wooden handle and then dug a small groove in the wood. He used the wooden handle to rub back and forth against the groove of the base. The friction produced a charcoal-like substance, which was then used to light the campfire.
After solving the problem of water, food, and fire, it meant that Zuo Qingcang was temporarily out of danger for the day.
In the following period of time, Zuo Qingcang's physical condition gradually recovered, and Zuo Qingcang displayed astonishing wilderness survival abilities. He used the bamboo in the forest to build a bed board, used a bamboo spear to fish in the coastal area, and used a bonfire to create a beacon so that passing ships could rescue him.
The reason why he was so skilled was because he had learned survival skills from a man named Bear Grylls in his previous life.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed. The area around the beach had completely become Zuo Qingcang's territory. Relying on coconuts, fish, and sufficient sleep, his body had basically recovered. So this morning, after lighting the beacon, he walked along the beach with a dagger hanging from his waist and a spear in his hand.
His goal today was to walk around the island and see how big the island was in front of him, and whether there were any humans living here. Then, he would see if he could find a water source.
Next, Zuo Qingcang spent about the entire morning walking around the island. He found that the island was not big, and it was indeed a deserted island. The northern part of the island was cliffs, and the southern part where he was at was mainly a beach. Next, he planned to go deep into the forest and the hinterland of the island to see if he could find a long-term water source.
He had nothing to do in the spare time, so he looked at the so-called "Divine Reflection of the Fire" to pass the time. He found that the long sections in the book were obscure and difficult to understand. There were all kinds of metaphors and terms in the text. It could be said that Zuo Qingcang could understand each word, but he could not understand them when they were put together. So he gave up on reading the book.
Although the overall situation did not seem optimistic, and Zuo Qingcang did not know how long he would survive on this deserted island, he still maintained a positive mood. This was also a skill he had learned in his previous life, which was to not despair under any circumstances.
Therefore, on the third day after arriving at the deserted island, Zuo Qingcang headed toward the center of the island with sufficient food and sleep. He took a small knife, a longspear, wore a Daoist priest's robes, and a bundle of rope made from dried grass.
The island was indeed not big. Along the way, Zuo Qingcang did not find any traces of large animals. However, the forest was getting denser, the road was getting harder to walk, and the moon was getting dimmer.
Along the way, Zuo Qingcang moved forward cautiously. After about two hours, he made an unexpected discovery.
He found a building wrapped in trees. It seemed that it was too old. A large number of vines and trees grew in the cracks of the broken walls and finally wrapped around the building. It was very difficult to distinguish them when they were mixed together.
Zuo Qingcang waved his dagger and cut off the vines on a piece of the building wreckage. He found that it seemed to be the top of some kind of building, which extended all the way to the ground. He suspected that most of these buildings were buried by mud, rotting leaves, and rain.
Zuo Qingcang did not expect to see the ruins of human buildings on such a deserted island. This meant that there were once people living on this island. He carefully looked at the top of these buildings in the forest and found that there were many square holes on these buildings. They were about the size of a human head.
These holes were a little strange. They seemed to be too small for windows. A person could probably only stick their head out. However, small animals should be able to pass through easily.
Zuo Qingcang looked at them strangely and then walked towards the center of the island. The deeper he went, the more ruins there were. There were all kinds of broken statues and attics, which gave him a strange but majestic feeling.
Looking at these buildings in front of him, Zuo Qingcang thought to himself, "No matter what race the people who built these buildings were from. Judging from these buildings, their level of civilization is not lower than that of the Da Qi State. It is unlikely that they developed on such a small island. "
But why did they build so many buildings on a deserted island, and why did they leave?
Just then, the sound of a tree branch snapping rang out behind Zuo Qingcang. He turned his head rapidly, and a green face that was wrapped up by vines appeared behind Zuo Qingcang.
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