Stone Mama rolled out of the room in a flash and shouted at Gourd Diaojuan, "Hey, if he dies, will your deal be completed?"
"Give me, Stone Mama, a share!"
"I, Stone Mama, want a bite of Old Zhang's flesh and blood too!"
The gourd was already unhappy, and the constant provocation only made it unhappier.
It could only ignore the stone and float around the cabins, trying to find some entertainment of its own.
Soon, it found several old, discarded computers in the storeroom, but damaged components had long since rendered them unable to turn on.
[What are these, then?]
(These are... computers, technological products of Human Civilization. But they're broken now.) Teacher Little White recalled those days of playing games and watching movies every day. Those happy days were truly gone forever.
(A lot of information was stored on the hard drives, but so much time has passed that it might no longer be readable. There are some paper books here, though. Feel free to read them.)
The gourd stared at the hard drives and books, its thoughts unknown.
In truth, Little White did not understand many human stories. Turtles felt no pleasure from reproduction, nor did they have any concept of "love," so their internal drives were entirely different.
The gourd, whose internal drive was "wishes," understood these baffling stories even less.
Little White preferred war stories. It liked grand narratives: human history, the history of the Flame-Horned People, and all sorts of fantasy stories invented by humans filled it with wonder!
So it told the gourd a very, very long story:
(The war between demons and humans finally ended with the demons being killed. Now, I want your opinion. Why did some evil demons turn the people they captured into demons instead of eating them?)
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