The end has come. Humanity officially steps into the era of the apocalypse.
Across the globe, thirty million safehouses appear, offering shelter and a chance at survival.
Only those who...
After the two left, Hua Hui walked to Zhu Yang's side and asked, "What should we do next?"
Zhu Yang took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Give up researching the fusion gene and go fishing. Everyone has been anxious for so long, and now there is no shortage of food. Let's take a break for a while and make sure everyone has enough to eat."
Hua Hui frowned and hesitated for a moment, "Give up researching fusion genes? But there are still many people who haven't..."
Zhu Yang smiled. "Although we already know that the important formula belongs to the Tears of Wisdom at the end of the era, not everyone will drop it before death. We can't continue testing just for this probability. The divine gift left by Su Xiao is enough for us to live on the seabed for a long time. Human evolution does not necessarily need to rely on the energy of the undead. The environment can also do it. It just takes us longer to adapt."
"Furthermore, you've seen the flaws caused by using undead energy for genetic fusion and regression. Their bodies are actually dated back to a certain time in the biological chain in the past eras, making them extremely unstable. This shows... this isn't a true path of evolution. We've been forced to take this path in the face of doomsday. Everyone here lives in fear, terror, and worry every day."
"But this is not how humans should live."
"We develop technology to make us happier, more convenient, and more powerful, not to live in fear every day about who will die next."
Zhu Yang finished speaking softly, and Hua Hui's brows slowly relaxed.
He lowered his head and pinched his nose.
"Maybe... you're right. So what's our next goal? We can't just fish every day."
Zhu Yang smiled slightly. "I'm very interested in the language of the undead. Their chanting sounds a lot like magic. Perhaps we can study their energy system."
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After leaving the water, Jiang Qiqi was carried by Su Xiao.
"Lidya Su, why do I feel like I don't understand your conversation? Is there something you didn't tell me?"
What is Blue Star's position? Don't worry about District 17 anymore. Respect her choice.
Su Xiao raised an eyebrow. "The Blue Star Goddess's position is Blue Star. Blue Star has a food chain and many kinds of creatures, not just humans. She meant that I don't have to worry about whether to preserve the human fire because of District 17."
Things on the ground have not only been exploited by the undead for more than a year, but also carried with them her hatred for humans.
Actually, Su Xiao didn't want to care about such things. He only wanted to seek revenge for his grievances. This was Su Xiao's true thoughts.
She wanted to prevent the birth of the baby in her belly, which was only a year old.
If this matter is resolved, she won't be able to turn the tables unless someone dies.
What happens between humans has nothing to do with her.
Jiang Qiqi asked, "So are we now in the Undead Ice City?"
"No, let's go find the third god first." Su Xiao felt that it should be easy to get the third god's torso.
"Oh..." Jiang Qiqi felt a little uncomfortable at the back of her neck. "Just can you please stop carrying me all the time? If it really doesn't work, I'll help you hold the body, and you use the energy shield to carry me."
Lidya Su lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
Jiang Qiqi subconsciously shrank her neck.
She knew she was being a bit arrogant, but it was really uncomfortable to have her neck pulled!
Give her another chance, she will still say that!
The next moment, Su Xiao slipped into her hand, leaving behind a shell that transformed into an energy shield.
The pale face in his arms turned upwards towards Jiang Qiqi, and Jiang Qiqi reacted belatedly.
What she was holding was a corpse!
It's different from the body of the undead!
The undead's body has no pores, and its skin is smooth and elastic.
But what was in front of him was a real corpse.
I wanted to slap myself. If I had known earlier, I would have let Lidya Su carry me.