(Are you crazy?! Are you just turning a deaf ear to the lives of millions of people?!)

(You calm down! Calm down! This is the life of a city, you can't do this!)

The text on the wall was distorted to varying degrees, and it can be seen that Luo Ya is very anxious now. After several months of contact, Luo Ya thought she had seen through Zhou Li and this man who seemed crazy but was actually calm.

However, he was wrong.

Zhou Li is a complete madman.

He has completely regarded more than 10 million lives as bargaining chips that can be rushed at any time. What scared Luo Ya the most was that Zhou Li had no psychological burden on his behavior at all, as if those lives were really just a bunch of gold coins that could measure their value. If they threw them out, they were just thrown out.

"oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows. This time, he smiled happily.

"Everyone said, don't worry, you can find your flaws when you are anxious. Haven't I taught you?"

(You are a brave man, you shouldn't put so many lives on these explosives!)

Without directly answering Zhou Li's question, Luo Ya knew that when he stopped Zhou Li from continuing to commit suicide, he was already timid. But he had to do so. If Zhou Li really was so sad that he killed everyone in the city, he would not only be unable to establish an ideal country, but also be known as the terrifying title of massacre.

"none of your business?"

He laughed disdainfully, Zhou Li hugged his arms and controlled the sword to his throat. He looked at the characters left by the Gospels and asked jokingly: "You criminal has morally kidnapped me. Who gives you confidence?"

"Just ten million people, they will die. Just like the solution to the magic motor problem I had back then, if there are all drifts, how can there be so many tangled choices?"

Zhou Li's violent theory almost made Luo Ya Khan leak out in the book. He felt dizzy and didn't know what to say.

Toreya, who was standing beside her, felt even cold hands and feet, and she was sweating all over.

The scene in front of you is that Zhou Li, who was surrounded by black mist, stepped on the table, held a sword in his right hand, and pointed to the wall with his left hand, and his face was full of arrogant and domineering. He was the image of a terrorist who could be killed first and then tried on the street. If someone else saw this scene, he would definitely think this was:

The brave men who wanted to create a new world of gospel encountered a terrifying demon who placed ten million people on a time bomb.

Now, Luo Ya felt regret spreading in his heart. If he had known this, he would never have appeared and talked to Zhou Li about his return, but now everything is too late, the situation has reversed, and Zhou Li has the absolute right to speak.

Luo Ya never thought that a person could be so careless about human life. Am I a villain or you? I am clearly the mastermind behind the scenes, why is it now that I am here to dissuade you from killing people? What's the situation?

"Now, it's your choice."

Zhou left his mouth and vividly reflected his fine tradition of being arrogant and said bluntly: "If you hand over the gospels, I will not ignite the black powder. By then, I will get what I want, you saved this city and have the best of both worlds."

You are the villain, why do you even use the word "save"?

Without delving into Zhou Li's wording, Luo Ya quickly wrote: (Impossible, if humans continue to be in the hotbed, the gods will sooner or later harvest everyone, and I must keep the fire)

"Do you know why I stopped you?"

Zhou Li suddenly spoke, and he withdrew his arrogant and domineering expression just now, and replaced it with a mocking smile.

(I don't understand)

(Mr. Zhou Li, I have never wanted to harm humans. All I have to do is to preserve the spark of human hope. You should not stop me)

"I'll tell you a story."

Zhou Li seemed to have thought of something. He sighed, put down the long sword in his hand, sat cross-legged on the table, and slowly spoke: "I'll tell you a story of invasion."

(Listen attentively)

"The story is simple. There is a low civilization who accidentally created a huge trumpet. He sent a signal in the dark world, hoping to get a good response."

"He did get a reply, a reply from a higher civilization. But the reply was not in good faith, but rather, it was a notice."

"Hello, we will destroy you in a year."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Zhou Li turned the black fog in his hand, with a sarcastic tone, "This is the reply of the higher civilization."

"According to the calculations of scientists and professionals, the power of this higher civilization is countless times higher than that of lower civilizations. It is a powerful force that lower civilizations can never catch up with. It is easy for higher civilizations to destroy their own civilization."

"Then at this time, three factions emerged from this lower civilization."

With three fingers stretched out, Zhou Li first took his index finger, "The first faction is called the Resistance faction."

"The resistance faction, as the name suggests, is to use all its strength to resist, and is the mainstream of this lower civilization."

After suppressing his second finger, Zhou Li continued: "The second faction is called the escape faction. Because the distribution of escape cannot be fair and just, this faction was quickly abandoned and turned into underground activities."

"The third faction is called surrenderism."

Zhou Li's mouth curled slightly, his right hand was like a fist, but he looked weak and weak. "The lower civilization requested higher civilizations to store their brains in a beautiful virtual world. In this world, lower civilizations will obtain a perfect life, no oppression, no war, only inexhaustible resources."

(I didn't ask for peace from the gods!)

"Don't be anxious."

After laughing, Zhou Li continued gently: "This faction was suppressed at the beginning because it seemed to be no different from escapism, and it was a cowardly act. But slowly, as the fleet of higher civilizations gradually approached, surrenderism began to prevail."

"The reason is very simple. Surrenderism is extremely fair. Everyone can enter this virtual and beautiful world. People gradually discover that instead of accepting exploitation and shrinking resources in the real world of preparation, it seems that the virtual world is not so difficult to accept. On the contrary, the real world seems to be even more cruel."

Roya was silent.

He gradually understood the meaning of Zhou Li's story.

"Guess what the ending of the story is like?"

Zhou Li threw the question to Luo Ya, but this time, Luo Ya did not answer quickly. Instead, he fell into a long silence.

"The ending of the story is very simple, the surrendered faction won."

He smiled, as if very satisfied with the ending, and said happily: "Humans conducted twelve large-scale votes. In the penultimate vote, the approval rating of the surrendered factions was as high as 92%. In the final vote the next day, the approval rating of the surrendered factions reached 100%.

"Because the remaining eight percent was killed by 92 percent of the public opinion."

A sarcastic and mocking look appeared on Zhou Li's face, and there was also a lingering sorrow. "In the end, the higher civilization easily took over the world of the lower civilization. Without any resistance, no rebellion, everything was so natural and without any resistance."

"The final price of higher civilizations is to regularly replace two batteries for a huge machine. To them, the work is cheap and hilarious. They sent an illiterate who had never read a book to them to take charge of this matter, and finally plundered all the resources in the world of lower civilizations."

"but…"

A turning point, a turning point that shocked Toreya and others appeared.

"Surrenderism was not called this name at the beginning."

The long sword was pressed against the wall, and Zhou Li stood up, with no joy or sorrow in his expression, and told the cruel truth.

“It is called: Tinder Plan.”

"Put the elites in civilization in the virtual world, follow the spaceships secretly created by escapeism to leave this world, and wait for an opportunity to regain their own world."

"Do you know why, the Tinder Project ended up becoming surrenderism?"

The sword tip pierced into the wall, Zhou Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly spoke under Luo Ya's confused "gaze", "very simple."

"Because humans are always selfish."

Why? Why didn’t I escape from this world? Why did I place all my hopes on the frozen brain? Why did I die?

Why, I am not a fire?

When countless people interlaced and finally condensed into surging public opinion, even if your plan was to keep the virtual world's fire, it would become a way for humans to live in the virtual world of Yongle. You want humans to have hope, but humans only want to live.

So, the Tinder Plan turned into surrenderism.

"Now, do you understand?"

Zhou Li looked at the wall where words no longer appeared in front of him, without any worries about Luo Ya's disappearance, "That's why, I want to stop you."

(Different! This is different!)

Excited words emerged, and Loa quickly wrote: (I can control the gospel world, I will not let surrenderism appear, I will let humans in the gospel world develop rapidly and directly fight against the gods)

(I am resisting! Not escaping!)

"What would you do if an ant waved his mouthpart at you?"

Zhou Li ignored Luo Ya's excitedness and asked a question abruptly. Luo Ya did not react. After a long time, he hesitated to give the answer.

(I won't pay attention to it)

"What would you do if an ant was ready to drag the treasure you had been looking for for a long time into your nest to hide it?"

(Track, then seize the treasure)

"What would you do if the treasure is a toxic substance and the ant doesn't know it but move it into its own nest?"

(I...I won't pay attention to it)

"So, although the civilized level of low civilizations is low, their intelligence is not low. They have long known what the consequences will be if the fire plan is leaked, and have long listed the fire plan as the highest level of confidentiality. I ask you, why did the people know the existence of the fire plan in just a few days?"

Luo Ya was about to answer "human selfishness", but suddenly, he remembered Zhou Li's previous question, and soon, a chill came into his mind, piercing every inch of his "nerve" like a needle.

"It is the higher civilization that leaked these plans."

"Because they know that this seemingly threatening plan is actually a deadly poison to humans."

"Guess, are the gods fools?"

"You are holding their imitation artifact. Do you think the gods will not know your plans?"

This sentence penetrated Luo Ya's chest like a sharp sword. He stared at Zhou Li in the book. At this time, he finally remembered it.

The Gospels… were made by the literary church.
To be continued...