After several breaths, Ma Ku finally recovered. He lowered his eyebrows and nodded:
"This matter... I also learned about it accidentally from other colleagues.
The demonic snow falling from the sky now is just a precursor before the great catastrophe.
Not only our Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, but also the Daqian Dynasty adjacent to the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, and the Ancient Emperor Heaven where the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty is located...
It is snowing all over the Nine Heavens of the Divine Realm of Middle-earth, as well as the Southern, Eastern, Western and Northern Plains outside of Middle-earth.
The Western Region is known as the land of heavenly fire. It has never snowed in thousands of years!
But this winter, this snow has swept even the Western Regions...
This snow will gradually swallow up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
It freezes mortals to death and freezes monks.
The spiritual energy will only become thinner...
It is no longer possible for monks to draw spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
And some spiritual stones and spiritual objects that are born with spiritual energy will become extremely precious.
Because these will be rare channels for obtaining spiritual energy in the future...
Mortals will die eventually, even if they don't die in this heavy snow, they will die in the future when the world ends.
So...the nine counties united and corrupted...the spiritual stone. "
"Fuck your mother!" Lin Yu heard it clearly from the side, and shouted with anger:
"Let's not talk about where this rumor came from. Even if it is true, at the end of the world and the spiritual energy is thin, ordinary people can still live, so how can they die!"
"In the end of the world or the end of the world, the most terrifying thing is not the disaster itself, but the changes in people's hearts during the disaster." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep. What Ma Ku meant was that the monks who could no longer draw spiritual energy from the heaven and earth were thin. , will harm the people.
The people of Li can escape the calamity of heaven and earth, but they cannot escape the calamity of monks.
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"This is cannibalism! Do you understand?"
Sikong wore thick mink fur, but it still couldn't hide his thin figure.
He is currently in Yunjian City, the capital of Yunzhou, a city also known as Xiangyunduan.
The little boy being held by Sikong shook his head. He still didn't understand why Uncle Sikong, who saved him from the snow, decided to steal the money of some wealthy people in Yunjian City.
"Daddy once said..." The little boy pouted and hummed for a long time:
"We must be kind...
If you want to get what you want, you have to... you have to work hard and rely on your own ability... you can't... you can't steal. "
"Oh." Sikong picked up the little boy and said:
"I'll tell you again.
First, this is not called stealing, this is called plagiarism.
A gentleman loves money and gets it in a right way. This is your uncle's way and mine!
Second, enduring hardship will not get you what you want.
You have already suffered a lot, why do you have to suffer so much more?
Do you want to be a little bitter melon?
Eat whatever you want to make up for it. If you want to live a good life and become a master, you have to eat people!
As for you, Zhuzhu, you used to live in a small mountain village and haven't seen many things.
Uncle, let me tell you today that almost all the people in this world who seem decent, glamorous, and have a very high status are obtained by cannibalism! "
"Why do we eat people? It's terrible..." The little boy called him Wang Tiezhu. Everyone in the village died in this cold winter.
"Eating is just a way of saying it." Sikong patiently explained as he held the little boy and walked in the wind and snow:
“It can be understood as extracting and seeking.
For example, uncle, if I steal those people's property, I will eat their property.
These properties are all ill-gotten wealth, obtained by cannibalism.
They eat people and we eat them. This is called robbing the rich and giving to the poor. "
"Uncle Sikong, you... aren't you going to deliver a letter..." The little boy didn't understand much, but he probably understood.
"Don't worry." Sikong's eyes were sharp and he seemed to be searching for prey.
"Is there any kind of person who can be very powerful without eating people?" the little boy asked again.
"Very few, very rare, all of them are talented!" Sikong nodded:
"For example, Uncle Sikong and I don't eat people."
"But you're not going to steal..." The little boy was confused, his mind was a little confused for a while, and he felt that there were contradictions in the uncle's words.
Sikong immediately corrected:
"Zhuzi, have you forgotten the first point? This is plagiarism!"
"Oh, I know." The little boy nodded, suddenly enlightened and a little excited:
"Uncle Sikong, you are not eating people, you are stealing them."
Sikong:......
"It's plagiarism." Sikong corrected again.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Sikong, I almost forgot again..." The little boy scratched his head:
"It's not stealing, it's stealing..."
The thin man was speechless and took a deep breath slowly.
