After the Global Evolution, I Stand at the Top of the Food Chain

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In just over a month, it seemed very unrealistic for the Institute to build the submarine.

Fortunately, according to the system, if you want to go back to your hometown, you don't need to use a submarine.

[If you want to go to Raliyah, you can take a boat from the Deep Sea Society*. ]

[In recent years, although the Deep Sea Society has been suppressed for breath, it has almost disappeared from the public. But secretly, there has always been a group of faithful believers. ]

[They listened to the call of the deep sea and believed that sooner or later a new god would come to the world. Every year at midnight on December 13, a ghost ship will appear, and the ship will carry devout believers to Raliyah. ]

[The tourists on this ship are all offerings to the gods. Believers believe that they will become one with God through death. When the great gods wake up, they will also become part of the ruler. ]

When Lu Yan heard this, he inevitably raised his eyebrows: "Then the submarine I built with 20 million yuan?"

The system hesitated twice: [Don't you have too much money to spend? Will always use in the future. For example, take the puppy dragon to the sea to have a look and so on. ]

Lu Yan: "...Let me confirm again, I can't give birth, can I?"

The voice of the system is affectionate: [Yes, Bao. I can't bear you to be pregnant. ]

So, Lu Yan asked another question: "Then how do we get on the boat?"

[First find a way to reach Pole Island, which is the closest island to R'layeh. I mean, find a remote place to swim to. ]

Lu Yan opened the electronic map sent by the headquarters and searched for the location of Bolai Island.

According to the data, this is an uninhabited island. The nearest city to the island of Pole is 5,100 nautical miles away.

Lu Yan also used his authority to investigate related reports.

The ocean has always been the hardest hit area for pollution diseases, and the farther away from the mainland the sea, the higher the pollution value.

But the pollution value near Bole Island is very low, as calm as before the catastrophe.

Lu Yan took a screenshot on the computer and sent it to Tang Xun'an: We are going here.

Lu Yan: "By the way, how is your swimming learning?"

Tang Xun'an: "It's okay."

Tang Xun'an is very strict with himself, if he says it's okay, then it should be fine.

Lu Yan said, "Then let's go now."

Not many days have passed since the time the system said.

**

In three days, the sea fog in Changjia was much thinner. It's just that Ye Liangshan ate too much, and every day after getting on the boat, he would vomit.

His expression was a little sick, and sometimes he would vomit blood and internal organs, which made Xie Haiqing feel very distressed.

Through a thin layer of mist, the outline of the coastline of Changjia can already be seen.

After many years, a ship from the outside world finally sailed here.

Song Jingchen, the No. 1 follower of the Sea God Sect, is now teaching at the school closest to the coastline.

Because the entire Changjia civilization is severely divided and there is a serious shortage of teachers, he has to attend more than a dozen classes a day.

Today's lesson is Chinese, Song Jingchen was reading a poem, and when he was thinking, "Suddenly pass from outside the sword to collect Jibei, I burst into tears when I first heard it", when the school's radio suddenly rang.

The radio was just installed by the survivors, and it is usually used to play the bell for class and class. This is the first time that human voices have been heard.

The speaker's voice was choked, as if something was blocked, and finally he only read three words: "The fog cleared."

For the people living in Changjia, there is only one kind of "fog", which is the sea fog that has trapped them here for countless years.

Song Jingchen is still young and has never seen the outside world. The teacher in the next class is in his sixties this year and is a survivor from decades ago. The moment he heard this sentence, his eyes were red.

There were cries and cheers from the school, all kinds of sounds mixed together. It made Song Jingchen think of the next line of this poem for no reason.

Class is impossible. The school gates were thrown wide open, and students of all ages ran towards the shoreline. Even Song Jingchen himself was no exception.

In addition to the surprise, he also had a vague expectation in his heart.

Song Jingchen hopes that he can meet the "teacher".

By the time he got to the coast, there were already quite a few people around. There are also special reporters accompanying him to observe and record Changjia's current ecological environment.

Ning Huai stood in the center, and the leader who came from City A was handing over to him.

On his face, the three pairs of eyes were all half-closed, completely unable to see the gentle and elegant appearance back then, with a cigarette between his fingers, he was ruffian.

After confirming his basic identity, Song Jingchen asked casually, "Why didn't you see Lu Yan?"

The staff was stunned: "It was still there before, but yesterday I said there was something urgent, so I left."

"Going away? What's the matter, in such a hurry?"

The staff member scratched his head: "It seems to be about...going back to my hometown to visit relatives?"

*

December in the southern hemisphere is summer.

When Lu Yan set off, he was still wearing long sleeves. After a few days, it was replaced by short sleeves, and as the latitude moved south, it was replaced by long sleeves.

This is a scientific research ship that goes to Antarctica regularly every year. The same routes have been sailed for decades.

Most of the members on board are foreign scientific researchers, and they know that there are two scholars from the first district in the team this year.

Everyone usually does not interfere with each other, but it is also peaceful.

As the ship approached its destination, Lu Yan's sleep time became shorter and shorter every day.

He started having nightmares again.

Lu Yan couldn't remember what was in the dream, but the feeling of suffocation and coldness remained on the nerve endings for a long time.

He only needs to sleep three or four hours a day, and he can even go without sleep for a long time.

But recently, due to frequent nightmares, his condition has been particularly bad.

Every time he woke up, Lu Yan could look at Tang Xun'an with worried eyes.

He opened his mouth, as if being strangled by some monster, unable to say a word, he could only reply: "I'm having a nightmare, it's okay."

Lu Yan's body temperature is low, and now covered with several layers of quilts, his hands and feet are still cold. Even the heartbeat is very slow.

Tang Xun'an held his hand warmly. Then he folded Lu Yan's leg and pressed it against his stomach.

The somewhat hot body temperature did make Lu Yan feel much more comfortable.

A layer of thin fish scales grew on the side of his face. Unlike the previous scales, these fish scales cannot be retracted, which probably affects the appearance a little.

Lu Yan saw distress in Tang Xun'an's eyes.

Day 6 of the voyage.

Lu Yan's fourth finger protruded abruptly, drawing several bloodstains on Tang Xun'an's palm.

The newly grown fingers were as sharp as blades. Lu Yan wanted to make a fist, but soon, Tang Xun'an opened his fingers and held his palm gently.

"Don't scratch yourself, it was an accident just now."

Tang Xun'an quietly used the talent keel.

Lu Yan didn't answer immediately, but said, "The system."

[exist. ]Recently, because of Lu Yan's emotional changes, even the system has become silent, [spiritual power threshold 10445, pollution value 93.7. ]

When Lu Yan himself was not ready, his spiritual power threshold quietly exceeded 10,000.

In contrast, there is a sudden increase in the pollution value. In just a few weeks, it almost doubled. It has reached a very dangerous critical value.

Lu Yan: "Why?"

[As the time draws closer, the younger brother is indeed waking up and gradually starting to affect you. ]

Lu Yan was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Who am I?"

[This question is too philosophical, so it is difficult for me to answer. ]

Lu Yan put his arm around Tang Xun'an's neck, and for a moment, he almost couldn't control his urge to bite meat.

What he finally bit was Tang Xun'an's lips.

"want to."

Tang Xun'an thought for a while and replied, "I'll let you play with the tail, the sound insulation on the boat is not good."

He is very generous in other areas, but he is especially stingy in matters related to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan nestled in his arms, pinching his tail, and suddenly heard Tang Xun'an asking in a low voice from above his head: "When I go home, will you be okay?"

He still wants to ask. When Lu Yan said home, why did he mean Lalaiye? But the answer to this question is relatively unimportant.

Lu Yan didn't know if he would be well after returning home, but he still gave a positive answer: "Yes."

*

Pole Island.

It's now late at night on December 11th.

Although there is no navigation at sea, because of the existence of the system, it is not easy to get lost.

The terrain of Pole Island is like a long and narrow line. There are three high mountains on the island. Most of the island is covered with ice and snow. Only the foothills are dotted with bits of tundra.

The roaring waves hit the reef, and the coast is almost 90 degrees perpendicular to the sea.

[Go here. In the past, Lu Cheng brought the city lord here, and the small space cut out can still be used. ]

An orange dot lit up in Lu Yan's mind.

It is too modest for the system to say that it can still be used. The temperature in the small world is obviously much higher than outside, as if covered with a transparent protective cover.

Tang Xun'an used the breath of the dragon to dry the clothes on the two of them. Not much use, because sooner or later it will get wet, but it will be more comfortable to wear.

At 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, a strange noise came from the shore.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards the source of the voice.

One after another, the murlocs struggled to jump up from the bottom of the sea, fell heavily on the shore, and squirmed into the nests they had prepared long ago.

Their limbs still retain human features. They wear clothes, but their faces are highly distorted, with protruding eyes, fins and gills, and translucent yellow mucus flowing out of their ear holes.

These people seem to no longer be able to walk on their legs, and crawl on the ground like worms.

Lu Yan was very familiar with this kind of monster. In City K back then, the deformed murlocs looked about the same as them.

[These believers started from different places and swam here after several months of pilgrimage. Like salmon that migrate regularly. ]

[Many believers died of fish belly on the way. But the disciples of the Deep Sea Society who successfully landed have also completed the distortion. Some irreversible changes have taken place in their brains. Believers still have the ability to think and speak, but it is difficult to realize that there is something wrong with their state. ]

[Even if it is distorted to this state, believers still

Not a pollutant. ]

[After all, pollutants don't taste good. ]

Tang Xun'an frowned deeply: "These deformed people... have never been discovered."

The ocean is too vast, and these human beings are distorted halfway. Occasionally someone encounters it, and there is a high probability that it will be treated as marine pollutants and physically purified.

For the next few days, murlocs kept landing.

The edge of the barren coast was soon crowded with murlocs. They gather together and keep making strange calls, as if they are calling for something.

The boat summoned by the murlocs finally arrived in the early morning of the 13th.

A ship sails from afar. There was no one to be seen on the boat, the paint on the hull was peeling off, the propeller was covered with seaweed, and upon closer inspection, the engine wasn't running at all.

But the ship still drifted to the shore. Then, the cabin was opened.

The murlocs scrambled to jump up, with excited and hoarse neighing.

Lu Yan felt that the two ships looked familiar.

He had found a photo on the back of the painting at Croman Manor before.

In the photo, Lu Cheng and two other people stood in front of a ship with bright smiles on their faces. A corner of the ship behind him was revealed.

But Lu Yan compared the lines on the ship in his mind, and he was sure that the two freighters were the same ship.

Worst of all, it's the same model.

Since the death of the owner of Croman Manor, the maritime trading company he ran quickly declined and closed down, split up and reorganized. The freighter was also sold and the paint on the hull was changed.

Lu Yan has every reason to suspect that this is the ship that Lu Cheng took more than 20 years ago.

The system reminded: [Think of a way to go around and get on the boat from the other side, try not to disturb the crew inside. After all, in the whole world, there is only such a route leading to R'lyeh. ]

[It's a little troublesome to be kicked out. ]

The author has something to say: *Due to various reasons, the previous Truth Club was renamed "Deep Sea Club", isn't it very similar to a seafood stall? Hungry.

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ps: I recommend my friend Qingyun Xiaoshi's essays, titled "Criminal Investigation Files" and "Criminal Investigation Notes", both of which are completed. Well, you can go and have a look.

pps——Yanyan really can't get pregnant! ! ! Can't! ! !