I live in a desert island property

Hearing this story, Zhang Ming's expression was not very good.

In his mind, there was even a dense feeling like thousands of ants biting 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 experience of the turtles is too limited, and they don't have a corresponding worldview, so they really can't make up the glory and complicated human relationships of the Yanjiao clan out of thin air.

Only the old white tortoise was quietly waiting on the threshold, 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 theft of the source of the world is 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 you suddenly have a huge reversal?"

"However, if you analyze it from a human perspective, you will find that the emergence of such rumors is not a big deal."

Shi Mama stopped scrolling, as if she was expecting Zhang Ming's answer.

"Why... I'll analyze it for you." Zhang Ming tapped the altar table lightly with his ice spear.

"First of all, the source of the world is constantly being stolen, resulting in the lack of a basic consensus among the top leaders of the Yanjiao people to fight for life and death."

"The original 30% probability, they were all hesitant. Later, the less the source of the world, the more slim the probability of success, but formed a new consensus: escape!"

"They want to escape, and they don't want to gamble with the poor odds anymore."

"Whether it's the emperor, elders, ministers, or nobles, they all want to escape!"

"This is the group selection of smart people in the prisoner's game."

"Understood, it is precisely because they are all smart people that this kind of stupid thing happened. If they are all fools, it would be easier to unite and win the 30% probability."

Shimama's rolling stopped.

Zhang Ming paused for a moment before continuing to explain: "However, they didn't dare to defect openly, because the ship was too big to turn around. The entire civilization has been preparing for such a big event for so long, how could they just give up and give up?" ?”

"No matter how strong the Flaming Horn Clan is, the number of ships is limited, and the number of people who can escape is also limited. I estimate that 10 to 20 percent of the population is almost the limit. Even if ancient civilizations mastered superpowers, their productivity would not be higher than It must be a true technological civilization."

"The desire of these high-level people 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 to pieces!"

"So, they have to find a reason, they have to go all the way to the end..."

"Simply, spread rumors to destroy the mass base. As long as the people at the bottom get into chaos, they will have a reason to flee."

"Anyway, Xuanwu is stupid and doesn't care much. He is even about to die. So what if he is offended? They want to escape, so they spread rumors!"

"They claim that Xuanwu wants to eat people. This is a complete betrayal, but from the perspective of wisdom and civilization, this matter is a bit complicated, but it is natural."

Shi Mama rolled on the altar and kept repeating: "They just want to escape, so they spread rumors! They claim that Xuanwu wants to eat people, this is a complete betrayal!"

The old voice echoed in the room, giving off a sense of desolation, causing the turtles around to shrink 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 support a civilization on its back, but it can't be counted. An incredible distance."

"Xuanwu didn't interfere, I don't quite understand."

"Of course, this matter... is even more strange, just like crossing the death catastrophe. Maybe Xuanwu was blinded by heavenly secrets, or was disturbed by the sea of ​​demon gods, so he couldn't interfere at all. Anyway, there are still many strange things."

"There are loyal and treacherous people in the group. But in the end, it will always be a disaster that lasts for thousands of years. This is civilization."

The air fell into silence, and Shimama was motionless, as if dead.

Zhang Ming was silent for a moment, and said, "I'd like to trouble Your Excellency, Shi Mama, to explain the final story."

"The two existences in the center of the island have already decided the winner. If you, Lord Shimama, can't give us any effective advice, we have no choice but to pack up and run away. My old Zhang is dying, and I can only rely on you, Lord Shimama, to save me. "

"Ahh!" Lao Bai opened his mouth and roared, nodding his head in agreement.

"Ah woo!" The little white turtle also pretended to repeat, but was kicked out by Lao Bai, rolling like a ball.

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"Great Sage", the highest honor of the Flaming Horn Clan!

Only heroes who have made outstanding contributions to the entire civilization can deserve the title of "Great Sage". In the long history, there are only twelve "great sages".

Today, the Flaming Horn Clan, the last great sages, is lying on the sickbed, dying to witness the rapid collapse of the entire civilization.

He is old, his teeth are gone, his hair is gone, and he can't lift his arms or move his legs.

Even if one breaks through the limits of human beings, one still cannot escape the ravages of time. The former hero has become a patient who may disappear with the wind at any time today.

He has been recuperating in a sanatorium for many years, away from the political vortex, right and wrong, but also lost the ability to correct the civilized line.

A tiger that has lost its teeth can't hurt people, and its influence will naturally be weakened if it is not in its position. Politics itself is such a cruel thing.

The great sage smiled suddenly, as if recalling the past: "At the beginning, our ancestors encountered it. It was seriously injured and dying. It seemed to have had a fierce battle with some monster. The back of the turtle was cracked a lot. A seam is almost sinking."

"It was not big at that time, only less than one percent of what it is now. Of course, we didn't have many people. We were struggling on a few broken ships, maybe only tens of thousands of people."

"Our world has been destroyed by unknown mysteries, and we have become homeless... We can't even record that thing, but once we record it, it will come to us."

"Fortunately, our ancestors took away the origin of the world. Our beliefs condensed into that little tree."

"So, the two hit it off, and Xuanwu became our new world!"

When the old man said this, the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines, trembling slightly, and tears came out of his eyes: "But it has paid a price for so many years. In just ten thousand years, it has grown so much. It is so big, it consumes a lot of life. Otherwise, it would not be so premature..."

"How dare they...!"

"How dare they!"

"How dare they!"

The great sage lying on the bed growled loudly in grief and anger, and the old man's face was densely covered with veins.

But he was too old, at this moment, he still couldn't get up from the bed to resist the damn torrent of the times.

In the room, countless students were crying bitterly, because outside, countless gossip spread to this continent.

"Xuanwu wants to eat people!"

"Xuanwu wants to sacrifice the people of Yanjiao with blood!"

"The day of promotion to the realm of gods is the time when the Yanjiao clan will be exterminated!"

The source of the world was stolen, the ruling class fled, and a large number of people fled in panic on various fishing boats.

Even small fishing boats won't last long in the "Sea of ​​Demon Gods", but as long as someone takes the lead, others will continue to follow the wind and flee, and soon a general trend like a snowball is formed, which cannot be stopped at all.

"Help me out, and then, you guys should run away too." After the great sage roared, he closed his eyes in pain.

But these students here are all civilians. If they want to escape, where can they escape?

The experienced Yanjiao man had no choice but to lower his voice again: "Xuanwu wants to cut down his id, ego and superego, break through his own bottleneck, enter the realm of gods, and form a world of his own."

"Even if there is such a big change, but its lifespan is exhausted, this knife still has to be boldly swung down. In its current state, it can at most cut its own corpse. Now that the belief of the Yanjiao Clan is not there, I am afraid it will not be able to cut it. Drop good corpses and evil corpses."

"I'm ashamed... Ashamed of it."

The students carried the old man out of the room.

"But I still want to fight for the chance of survival for the Flaming Horn Clan."

"This is the end of the matter, I want more people from Flaming Horn to escape from here."

"The good corpse and the evil corpse are hostile to each other. Once they appear, they may fight fiercely and devour each other."

"Maintaining a good balance of strength between good corpses and evil corpses will 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 hideous eyes descended from the sky, staring at this huge creature suspended in the Sea of ​​Demon Gods.

Xuanwu is dying, his lifespan is exhausted!

It's dying!

Countless gluttonous eyes stared at him!

How tempting is a colossal corpse that is about to break through the realm of the gods.

It's dying!

The more important conflict did not come from the outside, but from the inside. The great sage struggled several times in bed, and the dark red sky was like a heavy mountain pressing on everyone.

Ink-like darkness swept from all directions, and his eyes could hardly see.

Today is his death day.

The old man instructed the students to set up the great hall where the "good corpses" and "evil corpses" were fighting each other, and smiled wryly: "Let's go, you guys go quickly... Manpower is exhausted, if you don't leave, it will be too late!"

"teacher……"

"I still have some treasures, all of which are rare objects, and you all take them away, so that more people can survive."

Some of the students left, and the Flaming Horn split into several factions, torn apart in the cataclysm.

There are still some who refuse to leave and are willing to accompany the great sage.

After all, there are only a small number of people who can leave, or these students also have the will to die, and they will die when they die.