On the way back to the camp by helicopter, Fang Er pretended to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was chatting with the system sister.
“System Sister, can we open a spatial channel again now?”
【System: You can open it at any time. Target: ps1145.】
Fang Er was only slightly stunned before he immediately reacted.
“System Sister, I know what ps1145 means, parallel world, Song Dynasty, number 1145, but what time period will it be when I go there?”
【System: Choose one from three time points: 986 AD, 1070 AD, 1141 AD!】
Fang Er: ???
Why these three time points?
He was a little confused. Since he didn’t need to make a decision for now, he would go back to the camp and look through some books first.
In the camp, Li Shimin was sitting on a large rock, still chatting animatedly with the native old man.
At this moment, the old man seemed like a completely different person when facing him.
In his eyes, Li Shimin was as tall and divine as a god, and the world of the Tang Dynasty was as desirable as heaven.
Fang Er just smiled and shook his head, not walking towards them. Instead, he found a secluded spot, took out the history books, and began to read to see if there was anything special about the three time points given by the system.
At some point, Li Shimin finished his conversation with the old man and came to sit beside Fang Er. He stretched and complained.
“Boy, I feel like a long time has passed, but why isn’t the sky getting dark?”
Fang Er was startled awake, closed the book, put it away, and pointed to the sun in the sky, smiling.
“Father, it’s currently polar day here, there is no night.”
Afterward, he explained the difference between polar day and polar night.
After listening, Li Shimin said thoughtfully, “According to what you say, if the South Pole and North Pole are both brought under the Tang Dynasty, wouldn’t the ‘empire where the sun never sets’ be achieved immediately?”
Fang Er was stunned. The North Pole's polar day corresponded to the South Pole's polar night, and vice versa. When the South Pole was in polar day, the North Pole was in polar night.
Thinking about it this way, it seemed to be exactly as he said.
No matter when, one of the poles was always bathed in sunlight.
So he nodded and smiled, “You are right. However, the South Pole is all icebergs, just a large piece of floating ice on the sea. It’s not like here where there is land for people to live on.”
Li Shimin said proudly, “Whether people can live there is not important, what I want is for the sun to never set!”
Fang Er spread his hands helplessly, “As you like~.”
After speaking, he raised his wrist to check the time. If it were in the Tang Dynasty, it would already be eleven o’clock at night, corresponding to the time in the Western Ninth Zone here.
Li Xiaogong and Li Ji did not feel anything amiss, nor did Empress Zhangsun and the others.
However, many of the native residents were already entering their simple huts to rest.
Having lived in such an environment for a long time, even if they couldn't distinguish the time, they still had a regular routine.
Only those from the Tang Dynasty, with their biological clocks accustomed to working from sunrise to sunset and resting from sunset to sunrise, could not adapt to the polar day here at all.
“Father, it’s getting late. Shall we go back to the ship or stay here?”
The living conditions here could not compare to those on the ship. The natives lived in low huts with no wooden houses at all, while the soldiers of the Tianwei unit lived in tents.
Fang Er felt a sudden stinging sensation on his face, and he instinctively raised his hand to slap it away.
“Slap!”
This action startled Li Shimin: “Are you having a fit?”
The moment he slapped his face, Fang Er was filled with regret, as he had used too much force.
He glanced at his palm, and then suddenly jumped up.
“Father, let’s hurry back to the ship. If we stay here, I’m afraid we’ll only have skin left tomorrow~~”
As he spoke, he spread his palm open to show it to Li Shimin.
There was a mosquito there, a mosquito at least two centimeters long!
“Damn it! Is this a mosquito?”
Li Shimin was shocked. One of these was equivalent to three of the Tang Dynasty's mosquitoes!
If he fell asleep and was bitten by a swarm of these things, he would only have skin left the next day, wouldn’t he?
Speaking of which, how did these natives manage to live until now?
He shivered at the thought and quickly waved his hand, “Retreat, retreat, retreat! Let’s quickly go back to the fleet~~.”
The dignified emperor was scared away by a group of mosquitoes, which was unbelievable if told.
The two of them did not feel embarrassed at all and walked directly towards Li Ji and the others.
When they were dealing with the moose earlier, there were bloodstains everywhere around.
Wolves have hunting rifles, but mosquitoes have no way to deal with them.
Although Fang Er had mosquito repellent in his warehouse, it was basically useless in the temporarily set up, leaky tents. For every wave eliminated, another wave would arrive.
Ge Zhishou Teng had a few wooden houses cleaned up. Li Ji and Li Xiaogong were assigned one. Both of them were sleepy and didn’t care whether it was dark or not. They crawled in and fell asleep, already snoring.
The moment Fang Er and Li Shimin pushed the door open, they saw a scene that made their hair stand on end.
Several large mosquitoes were on Li Xiaogong’s face. Their originally shriveled bellies had become spherical, full of blood, and as large as soybeans!
As the door opened, the light from outside shone in and reflected on the mosquitoes. Their blood-filled abdomens appeared extremely grotesque, as if emitting a scarlet glow.
But Li Xiaogong himself seemed oblivious, still sleeping soundly with a sinister smile on his lips, as if having a sweet dream.
Li Ji, on the other hand, was almost in the same state. Mosquitoes were crawling on his face, ankles, and wrists, feeding madly.
“Slap~~”
An even more shocking scene occurred. A mosquito flew off Li Xiaogong’s face and fell to the ground due to the blood it had consumed. Its belly broke, and blood flowed out, leaving a bloodstain on the ground before slowly seeping into the soil.
Li Shimin kicked Li Xiaogong’s leg, “Get up! If you sleep any longer, you’ll be sucked dry!”
Li Xiaogong woke up from his dream and felt a coolness on his face, so he instinctively reached out to touch it.
The mosquitoes, full of blood, were sluggish. When he touched them, their bellies burst.
Feeling the slipperiness in his palm, Li Xiaogong quickly looked at it. His clean palm was now covered in red blood.
“Damn it!”
He was startled and immediately jumped up from the pile of grass.
“Oh~~ Damn! Damn! Damn!~~~~”
As soon as he got up, he yelped as if his tail had been stepped on, clutching his lower abdomen.
His scream startled Li Ji awake. He looked at him blankly, “Ninth brother, were you castrated?”
“Ab~out~the~same!” Li Xiaogong’s eyes were wide open, his face flushed, and he gasped for breath, squeezing out a sentence with great difficulty.
Seeing his appearance, and thinking of the roasted moose earlier, Fang Er instantly understood what was going on.
A limerick appeared in his mind.
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong
My underwear is tinkling~~
Iron underwear, moose treasure
Little Nine is about to explode~~