Zhang Fengyu, who was holding the ball containing the human embryo, sighed: "I can't understand you more and more..."
Brother Beard was stunned when he heard this: "Who are you talking about?"
Zhang Fengyu didn't say anything, he put away the ball and said: "You should have heard of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, right?"
"I've heard of it, what's the matter? Is there a connection between them?"
Zhang Fengyu nodded: "I won't talk about complicated things. I guess you won't be able to get started without one semester. Let me just say it simply...these infected people are not actually the kind of alienated biochemical viruses or bacteria that you understand."
Zombies, what they are contaminated with is called "divine", and it is something released unintentionally by the four "old gods" who ignited the origin of life in the solar system. However, their unintentional actions have become the tools of some intentional people.
...In ancient theology, mortals are a combination of divinity and primitive animality, but there is a subtle force balancing it, like a bottom line that no one can touch, but if ordinary people are artificially exposed to more
divinity, then the situation we see now will appear... Slaanesh, eating, greed, vanity, etc. are just like the choices to be experienced in the cycle of reincarnation in the six paths of reincarnation... they are degeneration.
Whether you become an animal...or become a human again...all depends on your sins in your previous life..."
After everyone listened to Zhang Fengyu's words, some nodded thoughtfully, such as the black-faced man, while others immediately expressed doubts, such as the girl who was biased against Zhang Fengyu from the beginning, but some remained silent.
Comment, that’s Brother Beard.
The girl was the first to speak.
She sarcastically said: "Stop fooling people here! You are just a rapist, how do you know so much?"
Zhang Fengyu had never paid attention to this little girl, but this time he seemed a little impatient, so he turned around and asked calmly: "Excuse me, is there any conflict between the rapist and how knowledgeable I am? Can't a rapist be knowledgeable?
"
The girl was speechless when she heard this, but she identified Zhang Fengyu's pain point and immediately counterattacked: "Bah! Even if what you said makes sense! Then you are also a knowledgeable rapist! You are a beast in disguise! Even more shameless!"
"Thank you, but in my ears, dressed like a beast is a compliment, and I can't bear it." Zhang Fengyu and the girl are indeed not on the right track.
Seeing that the girl was about to open her mouth to fight back again, Brother Huzi frowned and said: "Okay girl, stop opening your mouth like a rapist and shutting up like a rapist. Let's talk business."
The girl immediately stopped talking.
This was a black-faced man who was nodding in thought and touched it: "No wonder I have seen the eyes of those infected people who were obviously doing bad things several times before, as if they were in pain... Doesn't this prove that, in fact, they
Don’t you want to at all?”
Zhang Fengyu nodded and shook his head.
The black-faced man was confused: "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? Yes or no?"
Zhang Fengyu explained: "You are only half right."
"half?"
"Well, it is true that many people have been forcibly infected with divinity, which has led to the liberation, sinking and degeneration of human nature. Their subconscious still has resistance and even fear and hatred towards their actions, but the subconscious is only the subconscious after all.
, even if they shed tears while killing people, they won’t understand why they feel sad and want to cry when they are so happy... So you don’t have to feel any psychological burden when you meet them in the future, you still have to shoot when you should." Zhang Fengyu read.
The hidden worries of black-faced men are revealed.
The black-faced man sighed deeply, sat down with his head in his hands and said distressedly: "I understand everything you said...but you are not me...you don't understand what it feels like to shoot someone you know..."
Zhang Fengyu pursed his lips. His experience was enough to write a book. How could he not understand what it felt like?
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fengyu continued: "There are also some people who will not fall after contacting divinity, but will sublimate themselves. But mortals are mortals after all. As a kind of old god, we humans cannot yet get a glimpse of it.
The full picture of advanced intelligent life, even if we have enough divinity to merge with these divinities from the old gods, will still mutate in the end. The number of these infected people is not large, but they are often extremely terrifying existences... They
They will clean up everything that they think is vulgar and inferior, so I think the reason why there are not so many eaters outside attacking this place is mainly related to these mutated infected people."
The girl's eyes lit up when she heard this: "Then you mean we have helpers?"
"helper?"
"Yes, isn't the enemy of my enemy my friend?" the girl said.
But Zhang Fengyu laughed dryly: "If you meet them, I guess they won't kill you. After all, you don't have any bad thoughts in your mind... But other people... such as me, a rapist, will be killed as well."
They clean it up as filth."
The girl was stunned. It took her a while to understand that Zhang Fengyu was actually teasing her with his words.
Brother Huzi crossed his arms and said, "Then what does these have to do with the embryos you just found?"
The topic finally returned to the beginning.
Zhang Fengyu took out the embryo again and said: "This is one of the several endings for infected people. They can either become human again, or degenerate into animals, or become immortals and become Buddhas, or become evil and become demons."
Everyone looked at the embryo wrapped in light in Zhang Fengyu's hand and fell silent.
Fan Mengjun, who had been silent for a long time and whose arms were already sore, said: "What you said is very mysterious, but no matter how you sound, it sounds like the old feudal style... Humph, I just don't understand. This feudal society has been overthrown for two centuries.
Now, you all still believe his lies?"
Zhang Fengyu smiled slightly: "I just used a more popular description. As for whether you believe it or not, you can make your own decision. Anyway, I don't read palms and read Feng Shui for free."
After listening to Fan Mengjun and Zhang Fengyu's words, everyone fell into deep thought again.
It was Brother Beard who broke the tranquility again. He rubbed his sore eyes. Brother Beard, who had not slept well for several days and nights, said tiredly: "Whether what he said is true or false, it doesn't mean much to us.
, we are trapped here now. If there is no way to retreat to a safe area, even if we are not eaten or drained by the infected outside, we will starve to death or thirst sooner or later... So... we still need to think about how to escape.
Going is the most important thing!”
When the girl heard this, she immediately looked at Zhang Fengyu. As if she had finally caught a chance to fight back against Zhang Fengyu, she said before she started speaking: "Yes! What's the use of all the twists and turns! If you don't tell me, you'll help me."
Ours? Then this? I think you are here to fool us, right?"
Zhang Fengyu, who clearly had a strange embryo that no one had ever seen in his pocket, was sitting on the ground picking his feet. He put down his stinky feet that hadn't been washed for several days, smelled the fingers that he had just picked on, and grinned.
He said: "How can that be possible? I do have a way to take everyone to a safe place, but I don't know if you dare to follow me."
As soon as Zhang Fengyu said these words, Brother Beard turned his head and looked at him coldly: "Are you serious about what you said?"
"Seriously, but again, I have to ask you if you dare." Zhang Fengyu's sloppy appearance at this time combined with his indiscreet actions really made people a little suspicious.
But what if you don't believe him?
Brother Beard asked Fan Mengjun: "Brother, will there be other rescue teams coming to help us?"
Fan Mengjun and others had been disarmed at this time. They were sitting on the ground as if they were captured war criminals. There was no rescue team anywhere.
He thought for a while and then replied: "No more."
The black-faced man was stunned when he heard this: "No more? Are there hundreds of living people here? Are you soldiers going to save them?"
Fan Mengjun was unhappy when he heard this.
"Why are you saying this so harshly? Why do you mean that you soldiers will not be saved? Do you know that I had just withdrawn from the front line when I received the rescue signal? I have only lost more than thirty brothers, and...
Immediately report your situation! Then I pieced together eighty heads, and just said that I was on the way to rescue you! You ask me if you, the soldier, will not be saved? Then
I just told you! Five hours have passed now! The headquarters already thinks that you are all dead! Just accept your fate! No one will come again!" Fan Mengjun's eyes were red with anger when he spoke.
There were only five people left who followed Fan Mengjun to save people, and there was also a girl among them. After hearing what Fan Mengjun said, tears burst out of her eyes in dismay, probably because she felt bitter and wronged in her heart...
The black-faced man closed his mouth after hearing this.
Several militia soldiers who regarded them as "prisoners" also lowered their heads in silence.
The girl rushed over to comfort her and apologized profusely.
Brother Beard and Zhang Fengyu are all seeing this.
"Bang!" Fan Mengjun punched the ground, and he roared unwillingly: "What the hell! Why did it become like this!!"
Yes...how could such a good life suddenly become like this?
Hearing this, Brother Huzi made a decision. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Zhang Fengyu: "Song Zhenlin."
Zhang Fengyu also stood up, and shook hands with the bearded brother Song Zhenlin in front of him: "Zhang Fengyu."
"In this way, we will get to know each other again. I don't care what kind of past you have. I believe... you should have been reformed over the years in prison. I just want some helpers to bring out the hundreds of people in this workshop."
, let them all live, do you understand what I mean?" Song Zhenlin looked at Zhang Fengyu seriously.
Zhang Fengyu smiled slightly: "I understand."
Song Zhenlin nodded and shouted to the black-faced man: "Hey, Lao Hei, call Afu, Yuzi and Dezi over. We are going to prepare for the next step."
The black-faced man responded and immediately set off to find someone.
Song Zhenlin said to the girl again: "Girl, return the equipment to Captain Fan. He is here to save us, not to harm us."
In fact, Song Zhenlin did not take away the equipment of Fan Mengjun and others from the beginning, but he did so as a last resort considering the emotions of other soldiers.
Now that everyone is on the same front, there won't be so much suspicion.
After the rearmament was completed, Fan Mengjun asked Zhang Fengyu: "Where is the place you mentioned? In the West District?"
Zhang Fengyu shook his head: "No, just in the East District."
"Eastern District? Are there any safe places in the Eastern District?"
Zhang Fengyu smiled and said: "There are always some places that they dare not touch, so I dare to say this."
Fan Mengjun frowned, feeling a little weird. He checked the data being fed back by the East District and said: "I have contacted the headquarters more than ten times just now, but they all failed... I don't know if the communication system is broken, but they
I can receive the feedback data as usual... Where is the place you mentioned... roughly?"
After speaking, Fan Mengjun projected the regional terrain overview map of the eastern area of the residential area next to him.
From the overview map, Zhang Fengyu and others can see that dense red dots are active all over the East District, especially near the supply area and the confluence area in the residential area, which are the hardest-hit areas.
There are also a lot of infected people wandering around the workshop, but if Fan Mengjun and others are the vanguard, they can still fight their way out. But once the trouble in the East becomes big, it will inevitably attract all the infected in the East, and then they will only
We can wait to be swallowed up by the tide of infected people.
Zhang Fengyu looked at the overview map of the East District and pointed to a place and said: "The place I mentioned... is right here."
"Here?" Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun both looked at the place pointed by Zhang Fengyu in surprise.
The place Zhang Fengyu was referring to was clearly a public mourning hall used to honor ancestors in various residential areas. It was also an ashes shelter prepared for the deceased in the future shelter, similar to the final destination of people who could not afford a cemetery in some places where land was tight in the past.
Chinese people attach great importance to the connection between families, so it is impossible to really force everyone to be cremated after death and directly wash away the ashes. Therefore, even in places with extremely limited space such as shelters, there are still such places to maintain spirits.
A place of bonding.
"The mourning hall is a strange place. Whether you are willing to admit it or not, it is because of the design. In short, you will feel very cold when you get there... In the Yasin Canon of ancient theology, the ancestors' spirits will form a barrier between divinity and humanity.
It is even a wall for animalistic exploration, so I believe that as long as our people are evacuated to this place, we will be safe until the incident is over." Zhang Fengyu said confidently.
But Song Zhenlin, the bearded brother who was full of expectations for him a second ago, grabbed Zhang Fengyu's sleeve and said: "Stop joking! What you said before was just to deceive a three-year-old child! I said it no matter what.
I have to take reality seriously, but you still make such a joke to me?!"
Zhang Fengyu blinked and looked at Fan Mengjun: "You don't believe it either?"
Fan Mengjun hesitated slightly, but he finally nodded and said: "I am a staunch materialist warrior. I will not believe in such feudal superstition and unscientific things."
"Then... this is very difficult to handle. In fact, I have been troubled these days, and I am also debating whether to tell you this, but... once people's three views are formed, it is difficult to change, unless they see it before their eyes.
Really, so... why don't you two go there with me and let's see it clearly before we make a decision?" Zhang Fengyu still had a playful smile when he spoke, not serious at all.
Song Zhenlin now doesn't know whether he should believe Zhang Fengyu or not.
At this time, the black-faced man came back, and behind him was the young man who shot the pretender and saved Fan Mengjun from the commanding heights of the workshop.
His name is Shancaifu. He was originally just a little otaku who loved to play games. Now he has put everything to good use and finally found his place to shine.
"Brother Lin, I have found everyone for you, what do you say? Leave now?"
Song Zhenlin waved his hand: "Wait a minute, something happened here, the three of us have to discuss it again, you take the people out first, I will give you an answer soon."
The black-faced man was a little confused, but he still did as he was told.
When Song Zhenlin, Zhang Fengyu and Fan Mengjun were left, Song Zhenlin said solemnly: "You clearly know that there is no way I can leave them here!"
Zhang Fengyu smiled: "Then just arrange for someone you trust to go with me."
Song Zhenlin fell silent.
Fan Mengjun said again: "Little brother, you just saw right away that someone under my command was infected. I really admire you, but what you said before is really shocking. This is a scientific society after all, and everything must be based on scientific facts.
and scientific logic, so...you suddenly asked us to take refuge in the mourning hall, and you said that ghosts can build walls to protect us. This sounds unreliable!"
Zhang Fengyu knew that what he said was indeed unreliable, but he was already answering in the most popular way. We couldn't really let him hold a lecture and start with the "Origin of the Old Gods" and the "Dead Sea Documents".
However... it was a bit difficult for people like Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun, who had never come into contact with the old gods, to believe that they were all of a sudden, so... Zhang Fengyu said quietly: "Nearly a century and a half ago, a door appeared on the continent of Antarctica. This door
Later, the door appeared in various inaccessible places around the world, which caused a lot of panic. Fortunately, the National Security Department came out to investigate and scientifically explained these things... But in less than twenty years,
Someone disclosed on the Internet some secret information that had never been disclosed during the National Security Department's investigation of these sects. Although the content of these disclosed information was very small, it shocked everyone! Because of the scientific and rationalization of 20 years ago
The explanations given are all lies. Humanity has not been able to uncover the secret of the door at all, and even sacrificed many world-class scientists and special agents for it... These things should have been preserved as a warning to the world not to face absolutes.
Although we still firmly believe that our existing scientific power can explain everything, this behavior is tantamount to those bishops who burned astronomers to continue to mislead the world about the theory of a round sky and a round earth...Science is innocent and clean, but
People are not...superstition is a kind of prejudice, so science also has superstition, and you have to be clear about this."
After hearing this, Song Zhenlin and Fan Mengjun looked at each other. Both of them felt that this Zhang Fengyu was getting weirder and weirder.
but……
"Okay, I'll go with you!" Song Zhenlin clenched his fists and said.