Chapter 109: 109th Day of Being a Salted Fish Lu Yuan pinched his index finger. "Talk," he said. Although he had already made contact with the Desolate Planet's consciousness, he didn't know how to communicate with it directly, but that didn't matter. Based on previous circumstances, the Desolate Planet should be able to "see" his actions and "hear" his voice. And clearly, the Desolate Planet could transmit its thoughts... or at least its emotions, to him. That was enough to build a bridge…