Decoded the Meida Civilization's Writing System

"When you're lonely,"

"singing"

"is undoubtedly the best thing in the world."

Inspired by poetry, Lu Yuan sang, "Wandering, on the road..."

"Are you leaving?"

"Fragile, yet proud."

"That was once what I looked like."

"Boiling, restless."

"Where are you going?"

"Mysterious, silent."

"Are you really listening to the story?"

Lu Yuan suddenly found it a little hard to breathe. Old Wolf stared at him and howled twice, as if asking, Why'd you stop singing?

"I forgot the rest of the lyrics!" he laughed loudly.

There was truly a lot of trash in this supermarket. Besides the Botanical Garden outside, Lu Yuan found a huge pile of bottles and jars, even discovering the seasoning he had been longing for—salt. There was probably an entire box of it!

Even if salt got damp, it would only clump together and would not affect normal use. Naturally, he happily accepted this treasure left behind by an alien civilization.

Also, Lu Yuan had finally found photographs of the locals!

Their average height was around 1.5 meters. They walked upright, had relatively short fur, wore clothes, and had heads somewhat like corgis. Their bright eyes and erect ears made them not unattractive.

More than ten family portraits of Alien Race members beamed brightly at Lu Yuan.

There was only this one photograph...

The vanished lives had drifted away like smoke and clouds. What were their names? What stories had they lived through? All had become Dust of History.

As if stimulated by something, Lu Yuan began working out like mad!

Every day, he did 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a ten-kilometer run!

He was too lonely. Ever since he had found a stable food source, his thoughts had instead grown increasingly complicated.

He had witnessed death and decay, becoming the gravekeeper of