"The World Tree likes Su Mingan so much. If Su Mingan becomes the [protagonist], all our competition will be in vain..." Aland's face changed.
"Come... come..." the World Tree called.
But at this moment, Su Mingan stopped.
He saw the third group of people - a group of people lying on the ground half dead.
They were all old, weak, and sick, and the branches and leaves of the World Tree rested on them, as if sucking away their vitality.
What shocked Su Mingan the most was that he saw Lin Hejin and Lu Shen’s grandmother among this group of people!
"!" Su Mingan walked over quickly and pulled apart the branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves were like schistosomiasis, sticking tightly to the people on the ground.
Grandma Lu on the ground slowly opened her eyes.
Her face was as pale as snow, her skin was withered and lifeless.
"Master Si Que." The guard stopped Su Ming'an and said, "Please don't come near here. The branches and leaves here are very dangerous."
"What's going on?" Su Ming'an asked. He immediately helped Grandma Lu to pull away the branches and leaves, revealing the shocking blood-sucking holes on her body, like a densely packed honeycomb.
The guard replied: "Lord Si Que, these old, weak, sick and disabled people who have reached the end of their lives should be dedicated to the World Tree."
"Who made that rule!" Su Ming'an said coldly.
"Lord Si Que, this is the basic rule of how the world operates."
"Who allowed it?" Su Ming'an raised his voice. If that were the case, wouldn't a hero who had fought countless battles throughout his life be sucked dry like this?
The guard gave Su Mingan a complicated look and spoke cautiously:
"Lord Si Que."
"You have my permission."
…
Su Mingan stood there in silence.
"well……"
A faint sigh was heard.
Su Mingan's eyes flickered and Grandma Lu patted him.
Her body was completely bloodless and shriveled like a dead body, but her eyes were still staring at Su Mingan calmly.
"...My body has been failing for a long time. You have wiped away my illness time and time again, but it only made me live in pain." She pulled the corner of her mouth: "But it will eventually come to this."
"...Will it come to this?" Su Mingan shook his head: "But it shouldn't be forced."
"For the prosperity of the World Tree, people choose to sacrifice the worthless old, weak, sick and disabled. It's like a food chain, where producers are eaten by predators... It's better than rotting away," said Grandma Lu.
Su Mingan couldn't tell whether this was her true words.
——But if you can live, who would want to die?
He helped Lin Hejin up again. Lin Hejin was in better condition, but his hair was already gray. Ordinary people like this with no background, even if they were not old, weak, sick or disabled, would become food.
"Do we have to do this? Is the energy shortage so severe?" Su Mingan said slowly.
"It doesn't have to be like this." Grandma Lu said softly: "...The prerequisite is to find someone."
"Who?"
“…For example, a person who can never be sucked dry.” Grandma Lu said, “As long as he lives here forever and has an inexhaustible vitality, as time slows down, he can replace the billions of people who are constantly sent in… cough cough cough!”
She coughed and spoke weakly:
"But how could such a person... exist?"
Su Mingan blinked.
At this moment, what he felt in his heart was not panic, but a sense of relief that he had not expected.
...Is that so? People like this can serve as an eternal source of energy.
There are thousands of problems in this world, most of which are caused by lack of energy. But if energy is solved, all problems will be solved.
So, does he… meet this condition? Even if we don’t talk about the death rollback…his previous polyp body with infinite death seems to meet this condition.
Can it be used in Small World?
Can I give it to Zhai Xing?
Could it be... him?
"...Please, help me take care of...God Lu..." When Grandma Lu said this, she was gradually becoming unconscious, with her fingers still tightly holding something.
Su Mingan squatted down and held her hand.
He wanted to say, it’s okay, you will be resurrected again because I will go back.
So no matter how horrible the tragedy is, it will not happen.
Because I am here.
But he just responded and gently pried open Grandma Lu's palm.
——That was a dead butterfly.
Like the specimen, it is made of wood.
"This... this is the first pet he raised." Grandma Lu said tremblingly: "My grandson likes it... I remember it all..."
The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and at the same time, Su Mingan saw——
…
【Name: Lv Wenmo】
Age: 87
[Identity: Elder of the Qingzhu Clan, Grandma Lu Shen]
[Personality: Gentle and kind]
[Experience: He was a famous war god of the Qingzhu tribe when he was young. He later retired to find a way to cure Lu Shen's illness, but his old injury flared up and he didn't have much time left.]
[Estimated remaining lifespan: 0 days]
…
In the last row, the numbers gradually turned into 0.
It was like a death knell of fate.
The cold, withered hand slipped from Su Mingan's hand. The old man's eyes were still looking straight at the sky, as if there was a lively butterfly there.
“Crash——”
The splashing black water fell into his eyes, causing a burning sensation.
At this moment, the young man surnamed Lu became a lonely man again, and his last relative left him.
It seems that even if such similar young people escape the tragedy of genocide, they are destined to lose everything, including the last bit of family affection.
Su Mingan held the wooden butterfly and turned around.
Hundreds of soldiers stood behind him at some point, led by a blue-haired boy.
"Lord Si Que." The blue-haired boy bowed:
"There is a demonized Rin tribe out there who is killing people. In order to stop him, we need a lot of life sacrifices. Please allow me."
"This is not a simple calculation problem, but it is also a simple calculation problem. Your pen is more important than millions of lives - you and millions of lives, you are more important."
"It doesn't matter. You can be a brilliant artist and live in the free and romantic Rovatha. Because the occasional flash of inspiration in your mind and your casual strokes are better than the efforts of millions of people day and night."
The blue-haired boy bowed his head respectfully, and in unison, hundreds of soldiers behind him followed suit.
His voice was so soft and gentle as a feather:
"Dust should not stain your spirit, and filth should not obscure your vision. You just need to... continue to look at poetry and the distance."
"...and the sins that follow us like a shadow are borne by us."
…
At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the army. He had a short backcombed hair, a protruding forehead, and bright eyes.
"——Lord Sique, do you still remember me?" said the middle-aged man.
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