Temple of knowledge.

Kshattika finally saw the last part of the 'examination paper'.

‘Single choice question.

The Song of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms is a short poem compiled to facilitate the memory of the twenty-four solar terms in the ancient calendar. The four lines of the poem are: "The spring rain shocks the spring and clears the valley. The summer is full of awns and the summer heat is connected; the autumn dew is exposed and the autumn cold frost falls."

, snow in winter and cold in winter."

The first word of each poem represents the season, and each poem contains the 6 solar terms of this season.

If any 2 solar terms are selected from the 24 solar terms, the probability that these two solar terms happen to be in the same season is ()

A1/46

B1/23

C5/23

Ding1/6

.......

Looking at these radiant words, Kshattika gritted his teeth and said: "I swear, I will kill you, recorder!"

He has never been so angry.

Even though he was angry, he still suppressed his anger and answered all the remaining questions in the remaining 'exam paper' one by one.

After Kshatriya finished answering this long 'test paper', the light flickered and new words appeared: The scores are now being tallied, please wait.

Kshatriya was patient, and after a moment, the words in the air changed: Congratulations, your score is above the passing line, you can leave.

Squeak.

Kshattika heard the sound of the door opening.

He turned around and saw a large door appearing behind him.

The door slowly opened.

Before it could be fully opened, Kshattika slipped out through the crack in the door.

Set foot on the ground.

He came to the valley where he was before, and there were still remnants of the fire beside him.

But the recorder has long since disappeared.

next moment.

The valley roared, the earth cracked and the sky collapsed.

Kshattika flattened the entire valley, and then he let out a breath of bad breath.

Then He looked up to the sky.

As his eyes wandered, he snorted and said, "Sure enough, those three humans have been rescued."

"This old guy, the recorder, deserves to die!"

Ever since He swallowed the 'God of Deception', his mood has rarely fluctuated so violently.

Kshattika took a deep breath, calmed down, and thought about what to do next.

"The old recorder encouraged me to deal with the 'stalker' before. He said he was not afraid of the hunter, but I don't think so."

"The old guy is definitely using me again and wants me to take action. It's best to die together with the 'Stalker'."

"After all, he is the mastermind behind the war of gods. It is not surprising that he has such thoughts. I will not be fooled."

"Then the plan is back to the starting point."

"Let's complete it by absorbing other guys as the main event."

"Now that those people have been rescued, they should all become 'Ultimates' in the near future."

"Normally, those guys would wake up as soon as possible if they feel threatened by me."

"But why didn't they wake up?"

"Especially Xingtian's apostle, Xingtian should have woken up long ago."

"Do humans have a way to suppress the will of those guys?"

"Humanity.........."

Kshattika looked into the distance: "Human affairs must still be solved by human beings."

He seemed to have made a decision.

Kshattika touched the air with his hand.

The air vibrates.

The space opened up and down, and Kshattika stepped in.

Eastern Continent, Glory Castle.

Zhao Xiong dragged his tired steps back to his residence.

He just attended a secret party.

A gathering of believers in ‘darkness’.

I don't know when it will start.

The 'dark' belief suddenly spread among the people at the bottom of the fortress. This new belief believed that the black things that came in from behind the Clough Gate were the salvation of all living beings.

Zhao Xiong is not very interested in such beliefs.

But if you attend a party, you can get food.

This is Zhao Xiong's motivation to attend the party.

There is food rationing in Fort Glory, but the amount given is too little.

The daily portion is not enough for Zhao Xiong’s family.

They can only squeeze three meals a day into one.

In recent days, his son has been crying almost every day because he doesn't have enough to eat.

So when he heard that the party could get more food, Zhao Xiong went.

really.

He got a bag of food, enough to feed his family for a week without having to condense it into one meal.

At least, you can eat two meals a day!

Walking on the road.

Zhao Xiong remembered the speech of the party initiator.

"Brothers and sisters, wake up."

"Do you really think they care about us?"

"No, we still have food rations now because we can still work and are valuable?"

"But what did they give? What they gave could not even feed our children!"

"Do you think those officials and big shots will be the same?"

"Will you share the joys and sorrows with us?"

"No, they have plenty of fish and meat. They have enough food every day."

“There’s even wine!”

"Their quality of life will not change at all, and this is based on squeezing us."

"Is this fair?"

"On the contrary, those black angels descended from behind the Clough Gate."

"They're absolutely fair."

"They will give everyone a just death."

"I am like this, you are like this, and the guys who suck our blood are like this too."

"This is true fairness!"

"Believe me, the black angels are here to purify the world, eliminate all injustice, and create a better country."

"Or do you want your children and grandchildren to live the same life as you?"

"Would you like that?"

In his mind, the phrase 'torture' still echoed in Zhao Xiong's heart.

He stopped suddenly.
To be continued...