Zhang Ming's face didn't look very good after hearing this story.
In his mind, there was even a dense feeling as if thousands of birds were biting him together.
Shimama was rolling on the altar, and several turtles heard the movement and crawled over to watch.
In fact, they can't understand Shimama's "spiritual language" because the turtle's experience is too limited and they don't have a corresponding world view. There is really no way to make up for the glory of the Yanjiao clan and the complicated worldly world out of thin air.
Only the old white turtle lay quietly on the threshold and waited, observing their discussion.
After a while, Zhang Ming regained his composure and rubbed his temples: "Have you been wondering why such vicious rumors appear?"
"If the previous stealing of the source of the world is still acceptable, it is for the next generation, or for the continuation of civilization."
"Then the spread of such rumors is a complete betrayal for Xuanwu, who is about to believe in becoming a god, so you Shimama must be very strange...Why did there suddenly be a huge reversal?"<
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"However, from a human perspective, you will find that the emergence of such rumors is not a big deal."
Shimama stopped scrolling, as if expecting Zhang Ming's answer.
"Why... let me analyze it for you." Zhang Ming gently tapped the altar table with his ice spear.
"First of all, the source of the world has been continuously stolen, resulting in the fact that there is no basic consensus among the top leaders of the Flaming Horn people on a life-or-death fight."
"At the original 30% probability, they all hesitated. Later, the fewer sources of the world, the slimmer the probability of success. Instead, a new consensus was formed: escape!"
"They want to escape and don't want to play with the pitiful odds anymore."
"Whether they are emperors, elders, ministers, or nobles, they all want to escape!"
"This is the group selection of smart people under the prisoner game."
"Understand, it is precisely because they are all smart people that such stupid things happen. If they are all fools, it would be easier for them to join forces to win the 30% chance."
Shimama's scrolling stopped.
Zhang Ming paused and continued to explain: "However, they did not dare to defect openly because the ship was in disaster and turned around. The entire civilization has been preparing for such a big thing for so long, how could they just give up?
?"
"No matter how powerful the Yanjiao clan is, the number of ships is limited, and the number of people who can escape is also limited. I estimate that 10% or 20% of the population is almost the limit. Even if ancient civilizations mastered superpowers, their productivity could not be as high as
Let’s achieve true scientific and technological civilization.”
"The desire of these high-level officials to escape is getting stronger and stronger, but they also know that if they defect directly, the riots at the bottom and the crazy soldiers will have to tear them into pieces!"
"So, they must find a reason, and they must go all the way to the end..."
"Simply spread rumors to eliminate the mass base. As long as the people at the bottom are in chaos, they will have a reason to run away."
"Anyway, Xuanwu is stupid, doesn't care much, and is even about to die. So what if he offends him? They want to escape, so they spread rumors!"
"They claim that Xuanwu wants to eat people, which is a complete betrayal, but from the perspective of wisdom and civilization, this matter is a bit complicated, but it is natural."
Shimama rolled up on the altar and kept repeating: "They just want to escape, so they spread rumors! They claim that Xuanwu wants to eat people, which is a complete betrayal!"
The old voice echoed in the room, giving it a sad and miserable feeling, causing the turtles around them to shrink into their shells.
"Ahem," Lao Zhang coughed and said with some sympathy, "If things are really as I expected, Xuanwu is really miserable... It is so powerful that it can hold up a civilization on its back, but it cannot be calculated.
Far beyond the human heart."
"Xuanwu didn't interfere, I don't quite understand."
"Of course, this matter... is even more strange. Just like overcoming the tribulation of death, maybe Xuanwu was deceived by the secret of heaven, or maybe he was disturbed by the sea of demons and couldn't interfere at all. Anyway, there are still many strange things." "There are loyal people among the group, and there are also treacherous people. But in the end, it is always a disaster that will last for thousands of years. This is civilization."
The air fell into silence, and Shimama became motionless, as if she was dead.
Zhang Ming was silent for a moment and said: "I would still like to trouble Your Excellency, Lord Shimama, to explain the final story."
"The two beings in the center of the island have already decided the winner. If you, Lord Shimama, can't give you any effective advice, we have no choice but to pack up and run away. My Lao Zhang is dying, and I can only rely on you, Lord Shimama, to save me.
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"Ah woo!" Lao Bai opened his mouth and roared, then nodded in agreement.
"Ah woo!" the little white turtle also pretended to repeat, but was kicked out by Lao Bai, rolling like a rubber ball.
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"Great Sage", the highest honor of the Yanjiao clan!
Only heroes who have made outstanding contributions to the entire civilization deserve the title of "Great Sage". In the long history, there are only twelve "Great Sages".
Today, the Yanjiao clan, the last great sage, is lying on the hospital bed, dying, witnessing the rapid collapse of the entire civilization.
He is old, all his teeth have fallen out, his hair is gone, he cannot lift his arms or move his legs.
Even if we break through the limits of human beings, we still cannot escape the ravages of time. The heroes of the past have become patients who may disappear with the wind at any time.
He has been recuperating in a sanatorium for many years, staying away from the political whirlpool and right and wrong, but he has also lost the ability to correct the course of civilization.
A tiger that has lost its teeth cannot bite anyone, and its influence will naturally be weakened if it is not in place. Politics itself is such a cruel thing.
The great sage suddenly smiled, as if recalling the past: "Back then, our ancestors encountered it. It was seriously injured and dying. It seemed that it had had a fierce battle with some monster, and there was a big crack on the turtle's back.
Every crack in it is almost sinking."
"It was not that big at that time, less than one percent of what it is now. Of course, there weren't many of us. We were struggling on a few broken ships, maybe only tens of thousands of people."
"Our world has been destroyed by an unknown mystery, and we have become homeless... We can't even record that thing. Once we record it, it will come back."
"Fortunately, our ancestors took away the origin of the world. Our faith condensed into that small tree."
"So, the two sides hit it off immediately, and Xuanwu became our new world!"
When the old man said this, the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines, shaking slightly, and tears trembled from his eyes: "But it has actually paid a price for so many years. In just ten thousand years, it has grown
Being so big consumes a lot of life. Otherwise, it would not have aged so prematurely..."
"How dare they...!"
"How dare they!"
"How dare they!"
The great sage lying on the bed roared loudly with grief and anger, and the old man's face was covered with veins.
But he is too old. At this point in his life, he still can't get up from the bed and resist the damn tide of the times.
In the room, countless students were crying bitterly, because in the outside world, countless rumors spread across the continent.
"Xuanwu wants to eat people!"
"Xuanwu wants to sacrifice the blood of the Yanjiao people!"
"The day when you are promoted to the realm of gods, it will be the day when the Flame Horns tribe will be exterminated!"
The source of the world was stolen, the ruling class fled, and a large number of people panicked and fled on various fishing boats.
Even a small fishing boat cannot hold out for long in the "Sea of Demonic Gods", but as long as someone takes the lead, others will continue to follow suit and escape, and soon a snowball-like trend will form, which cannot be stopped at all.
"Help me out, and then you should escape as soon as possible." After the great sage roared, he closed his eyes in pain.
But these students here are all civilians. Where can they escape if they want to escape?
This battle-experienced Yanjiao man had no choice but to lower his voice again: "Xuanwu wants to kill the id, ego and superego, break through his own bottleneck, enter the realm of gods, and form a world of his own." p>
"Even if such a big change occurs, and its lifespan has expired, we still have to bite the bullet and swing this sword. In its current state, it can at most kill its own corpse. Now that the Faith of the Flame Horn Clan is gone, I'm afraid it won't be able to kill it.
Drop good corpses and evil corpses."
"I'm ashamed...I'm ashamed of it."
The students carried the old man out of the room.
"But I still have to fight for the chance of survival for the Yanjiao clan."
"This is the end of the matter. I want more Flame Horn people to escape from here."
"Good corpses and evil corpses are hostile to each other. Once they appear, they will probably fight fiercely and devour each other."
"Maintaining the balance of strength between good corpses and evil corpses can buy more time and allow more people to escape to the Sea of Demon Gods."
At this time, the sky actually showed a dark red paint color, as if a pair of scarlet ferocious eyes descended from the sky, staring at this huge creature suspended in the Sea of Demon Gods.
Xuanwu is dying and his life span is over!
It's dying!
Countless gluttonous eyes stared at me!
How tempting is a huge corpse that is about to break through the realm of gods.
It's dying!
The more important contradiction does not come from the outside, but from the inside. The great sage struggled several times while lying on the bed. The dark red sky was like a heavy mountain pressing down on everyone.
Darkness like ink swept in from all directions, and his eyes could hardly see.
Today is the day of his death.
The old man directed the students to arrange the assembly hall where the "good corpses" and the "evil corpses" were trapped and fighting each other. He smiled bitterly and said: "Let's go, you guys, leave quickly... Sometimes manpower will be exhausted. If you don't leave, it will be too late!" p>
"Teacher..."
"I still have some treasures, which are all rare items. You should take them all away so that more people can survive."
Some students left, and the Flame Horn people were divided into several different factions, and they were torn apart by the disaster.
There is another part that refuses to leave and is willing to accompany the Great Sage.
After all, there are only a few people who can leave, or these students also have death aspirations, and they will die if they die.