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She fell to the ground trembling and dazed, and her thoughts almost came to a standstill as she slowly retreated backwards.

One axe, two axes, three axes. With each swing of the axe, the panic in her heart grew heavier. She opened her eyes in panic, watching, wanting to scream, wanting to escape, but her body seemed to be wrapped in invisible restraints, making it so difficult to even move.

The throat that seemed to be strangled only made a short helpless sound. As she retreated, she did not forget to hold her music box tightly, and tears were almost welling up in her eyes.

Dying?

She thought so.

Would it hurt to be struck by an axe? Would she be chopped into a mess? Or would she be cleanly chopped in two? Would she wail in agony for a long time before dying? Or would the pain be fleeting?

She had already anticipated that she would be covered in blood, and the color in her eyes that had just brightened up dimmed again.

Mingming, if she just held on a little longer, she would be able to see an interesting world. Mingming, she had already met some people who were not monsters. Mingming, she would be able to taste food soon... She hadn't eaten for a long time, as if the concept of hunger had been taken away from her.

Those brightly colored, alive, delicious things are about to be touched, but they will soon no longer belong to you.

The huge fear even made her forget to hide. She looked up at the broken door like a puppet. She did not see the horrible scene she had imagined through the gap, but a child about the same height as her jumped over nimbly, looked at her in panic, and stretched out his hand.

Six was stunned for a moment, and she stretched out her hand hesitantly. At the moment when she was about to touch the other person, she suddenly tried to retract her hand. After all, the previous panic was still vivid in her mind, so how could she let down her guard so easily?

But the other person's hand was faster. He held Six tightly, very tightly, as if they would never separate no matter what. The other person's nervousness was well transmitted through the two people's hands holding each other, and a faint warmth echoed in the palm of his hand.

But after a moment, Six broke free suddenly, and there was still vigilance and warning in her eyes.

The other party was stunned for a moment and just looked at people.

"Mono" she heard the other person point at her and say that, then look at her and repeat it.

"mono"

The other party once again firmly extended his hand to her. Six couldn't see the other party's expression through the paper bag he used to cover himself, but just by listening to the voice, she heard that the other party's tone was smiling, that kind of gentle smile.

Laughter, what a beautiful word, yet it is so far away from me that I can’t even see it.

Perhaps this beauty attracted her. She looked at the other person and took the initiative to reach out and shake his hand.

Two lonely, refugee children, at this moment, started their own bond, even though it was not solid and was still shaky.

But this warm and beautiful scene did not last long. A red warning that only she could see popped up in front of her eyes, followed by footsteps that were countless times heavier slowly going up the creaking stairs.

When Six heard the voice, her face immediately turned pale. She knew that there was a monster in the house, but the house was full of monsters and traps. During the period when the monster left the house, this place was actually the safest. But now the sound of the other party chopping open the door with an axe must have attracted the monster.

Mono also heard the voice, and he prepared to run away with his new found partner. Although it was a bit difficult, it was not hopeless.

At this moment, a ball of burning purple flame appeared in front of the two of them, which prompted them to vigilantly look at each other, but in the burning flame appeared a creature that he had never seen before. It looked like it was wearing a mask. If you ignore the protruding corners on the mask, it was almost the same as them.

The moment the ghost came over, he quickly glanced left and right, and then he saw the rescue target of this mission. Seeing that the other person was shorter than himself, the ghost happily handed the other person a piece of honey candy, and then looked at him with expectant eyes.

six She didn't react until the candy was stuffed into her hand. The other party's movements were too fast, but she couldn't bear to throw it away or put it down.

The color was bright and golden, and a sweet scent was wafting in the air, like a ray of light in this gloomy and depressing world. When she focused her sight back, the other person had disappeared.

The ghost had actually heard the footsteps when he just came over, but he was not in a hurry. The task of 1000 points was not difficult at all, so after he clicked OK, the people in the group were too lazy to follow him. The ghost didn't even call Chunchun and Green. It would only take a while anyway.

As it thought this, it saw the monster, and the monster also saw it.

It's a very strange creature. It seems to have no soul, but it can still be driven.

The ghost tilted his head in confusion. At the same time, the monster raised the gun in his hand, aimed, and shot, all in one go.

But the bullet did not fire, and the monster was unable to move.

The moment the opponent raised his hand, the ghost drew his weapon. The dark shadow passed over the opponent lightly, and before the monster could react, it cut the opponent in half.

At this moment, the other party is still mechanically following the order and trying to pull the trigger in his hand, but the other party's body is completely dead, so how can he have the means to execute the order?

So, the body that was cut in half slid down and fell to the ground, rolled twice on the ground, and became completely motionless. The lower body that was standing upright also fell down because of losing balance.

The task was completed quickly, and the ghost left without stopping. Behind it, two people popped out to watch, and they remembered this incredible scene forever.

197 Cell Man: The most terrifying thing in the world is not anything else but the human heart (Part )

The matter was resolved quickly, so quickly that it seemed natural. Not to mention the ghost, except for Wilson and the newly joined Sunflower, whose strength is yet to be determined, everyone in the group could probably complete the task neatly. It's just that they might not be able to leave so neatly.

Because this represents a new world, new rules, and something incredible.

Tony Stark was very interested in this. After all, learning never ends. If he doesn't study the mysteries of this world, then even if there are a thousand or ten thousand of them, it will be meaningless. No matter how long he observes, he can only see the surface. People always have to make progress. Even things in different worlds can be applied to other things, just like the liquid souls in the ghost world and the source stone crystals in the doctor's world.

If you can only stay where you are even with the support of the system, then you are too incompetent.

So he immediately became interested in the other person's world. He even contacted the ghost specifically and asked questions very patiently.

The answer he got made him ponder for a long time.

How does a soulless shell act? Does the soul control the body? Or does the body give birth to the soul? How is the soul determined? Jarvis has perfected himself to the point of being a normal life, but he still cannot be sure whether a soul exists.

It was not until he asked again that he realized that the soul the other party was talking about was most likely different from the soul commonly known in their world.

Ghosts don't have souls either; they have shadows, or what you might call emptiness.

This question made Tony Stark feel even more heavy-hearted. If the God of the Void had already taken control of their souls, then those little tricks he had used before would probably be insignificant in the eyes of the other party. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed, but that he didn't care.

But that didn't mean he would give up. Just kidding, when had Tony Stark ever given up? If he had the chance and the ability, he would definitely go to the ghost's hometown and conduct a targeted study. But not now. He was afraid that if he went there now, not even the ghost would be able to protect him, and he would then become a burden to the other party.

Tony Stark was in distress, and the doctor's side was not so relaxed either. The medicine that could cure mineral sickness was a good thing, and no one didn't need a good medicine to cure diseases, but the prerequisite was that this medicine was only for the upper class.

The Doctor learned an extremely ironic thing during his discussion with Kal'tsit. No matter how high the price he offered, he would only be fanatically sought after. Everyone would call him a profiteer, but no one would try to shake his position. Rhodes Island would become the guest of honor of all forces and would continue to expand amid flowers and crowds of people.

After all, no one would go against his own life, and no one needs to go against a neutral medical organization, trying to win it over or divide it, rather than suppress it.

Of course, all of this is subject to certain prerequisites. As he said, this medicine can only become a weapon in the hands of nobles or tycoons to win over people's hearts, rather than a real medicine to save others.

Even if the cost of this medicine is provided by himself, even if Rhodes Island bears the profits and losses of this medicine, those high and mighty will never allow this medicine to be circulated. The price is so low that every ordinary citizen can buy it.

They would unite to strangle Rhodes Island and righteously describe the life-saving medicine as a poison that brings disaster. Rhodes Island would likely be isolated and helpless overnight, condemned by all forces, and the good reputation it had built up over a long period of time would be wiped out overnight. They might even be portrayed as thugs like the Reunion Movement, and all their escape routes would be gradually cut off during their indefinite escape.

Therefore, this medicine cannot and should not be spread out. It can only be used within Rhodes Island, or when saving people, the other party can take it without knowing it.

When the doctor learned the result, he asked why the medicine couldn't be sold to those in need. Kal'tsit, for once, didn't laugh at him. She just gave him a cold look, her eyes revealing exhaustion, and the doctor didn't ask any more questions.

He later asked the cells, and the cells thought his question was very interesting, so they asked him back.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Do you think there are more selfish people or more selfless people?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: This kind of thing cannot be generalized. I think we should judge the matter based on the facts and the people.

The doctor couldn't honestly say that there were more selfless people, because he was very clear about the control of human nature, but he was in Rhodes Island, so he couldn't say that there were more selfish people, because he had witnessed the selflessness with his own eyes.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Come on? Honestly, it's really interesting to see you being so even-handed, wanting to answer but not daring to.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Let me tell you a particularly interesting example.

When Cell talked about this, he thought of what he had seen and heard along the way, the old people, children, and women who were hanged, the young and middle-aged people who were shot as living targets, those who did not escape, and the father who would never come back.

The things that had been buried in this ruined kingdom were slowly unfolding before his eyes: plague, tyranny, rampant greed. Even a bastard like him who had no memories or concerns could not help but be moved after seeing so much.

Especially the king, how could he see with a helmet like that?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: A blind king ordered the cell to be sealed because it was filled with plague. From then on, people could only enter the cell but not leave.

But you know what? There are so many people imprisoned here—fathers, mothers, sons, daughters—and they naturally have families. So, they want to come and see. Do they know that this will spread the plague? Even if they knew, would they understand? Come on, right? They're all hoping for the best, thinking, "I'm just here to see my family, how could I get infected with the plague?" Besides, they probably don't take the plague seriously, do they?

Compared to those words that sound vague and high-sounding, he cares more about their relatives because they are tangible and can be seen.

Of course, if that were all, as long as the warden firmly controlled the entrances and exits, those mindless creatures would naturally be helpless. But the warden glanced at the rules, then at the money. What did plague, death, or even worse consequences matter to him? The profit he held was the only profit. Even if the villagers really died, it didn't matter. What did their life or death have to do with him?

So he took their money and let them in. Then, the plague spread, and everyone died and turned into monsters. The warden also became half human, half ghost. Even so, he did not forget to hide the money so that it would not be discovered.

Isn’t this story interesting?

198 Cell Man: The most terrifying thing in the world is not anything else but the human heart (Part )

[Weapon Master] A great cell: the people only care about their families, the warden only cares about his money, and as for the king, maybe he is a bastard himself.

The Cell Man felt a vague recollection of the king of that country. Perhaps he had once been among those oppressed? Otherwise, why would he be on the beheading? He never mind. He had witnessed too much tragedy inflicted by the other side along the way. If he had simply witnessed those cruelties, he might not have been so disgusted. But he remembered nothing and saw beauty in the chat group.

Trust, sunshine, living people, food, fine wine, beautiful handicrafts, the more contrast, the greater the gap, the more he inevitably thought of it.

What surprised him the most was that he thought those guys would stay away from him. After all, his bad attitude was basically obvious to everyone. But in the end, few people cared at all. If he continued to care about it, he would feel stupid without even looking in the mirror, because it was meaningless.

[Weapon Master] A great cell: If you expect those guys to mercifully give up their own interests just to cure some patients who they have always regarded as political consumables and conflict diverters, you expect them to agree. It would be better to expect a sudden plague to kill everyone, and you to re-establish order on the ruins. This way it would be faster.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Even if we coerce the people, is there no way to make the capital loosen its sharp teeth that have sunk into our flesh and blood?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: The people? Are you telling a big joke? The people, whose people? Yours? The infected? Or the capitalists?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: If you really want to try to manipulate public opinion, then what you represent is nothing more than a group of infected people. You will only become another integration movement, the integration movement that you mentioned to me, which has a terrible reputation. You said that they would only lead the infected to another extreme, a terrible extreme. As a result, you turned around and embarked on this path yourself. It was really a very interesting and lively scene.

In short, apart from the infected people, no one will support you, because ordinary people have naturally divided themselves and the infected people into two groups. They are not from the same group, so how can they have sympathy and compassion?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed to the coffin: the infected... No one wants to be infected. If life didn't force them, who would do such a dangerous job? In the end, in the eyes of those so-called normal people, they would be reduced to a half-human, half-ghost fate?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: In the eyes of the ignorant, the infected are just the infected. They deserve to be degraded and die, completely forgetting that they were once healthy, vibrant compatriots before infection. Isn't this quite normal? Because they don't believe they'll be reduced to such a fate. They simply harbor such a lucky mentality. Even if you force them to gather together, and coax them into believing in the greater good, what you gather together is nothing more than a mob. Let alone fighting against the capitalists who control their lives (I think that's the word), even the slightest message or disturbance will easily disperse them.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: There is a very interesting thing in your world. That is, except for natural disasters, most people can survive and have enough to eat. Natural disasters are not man-made disasters, but are given by God. As a result, people have no reason to vent their emotions and it becomes a reason for them to think they are unlucky.

Although that arrogant guy always said it was progress, and I didn't deny that, at least it was much better than the hellish scene here, where there were only corpses, corpses, corpses, countless corpses. But this also eliminated everyone's courage to resist. As long as there was a slight possibility of survival, no one would take the risk, let alone their relatives and families. Even if they knew they were being exploited, they didn't have the courage to resist. At most, they would cry out a few times, but sometimes they didn't cry at all, just silently accepting the exploitation.

Do you think they'll fight you to the death when they have families, relatives, friends, enough food to eat, enough clothes to wear, and enough shelter to live in? Don't forget, they're not infected, they're not those poor souls who can't even get enough food every day. They have the capital to be complacent, even if these things are just leaked from the fingers of those who are high and mighty, it's enough to make them obedient dogs.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: What an embarrassing ending! I should have thought of these things earlier. It’s just that life in Rhodes Island was too good, so I mistakenly thought that everyone was talkative and receptive. Later I thought that those who could receptive were considered smart, and those who could think independently were even fewer. Even in Rhodes Island, some people just lived for the sake of living, and they were just as confused in their hearts. It’s not that I was wrong, but this world is terrible.

Cell sat on the corpse of a loyal guard and looked at the chat group for a while. He was stunned for a while, and when he saw that the other party didn't respond, he closed it because he felt it was boring.

Then I opened the task panel of the chat group. The tasks refreshed every week were nothing more than the same three things: energy, items, and special tasks.

There's nothing much to talk about the first two. Anyway, he has a lot of miscellaneous local specialties, but this week's mission makes him a little hesitant.

No matter how outrageous the previous missions were, they were nothing more than a more difficult challenge, such as using a shield to kill a hundred strange things with shields, using their own bombs to kill a hundred strange things that throw purple balls, and so on. But starting from last week's mission, the style seems to be a little different.

Last week's task was to bury one hundred hanged corpses. Although it surprised him, wasn't it much easier than the previous tasks? He did as he was told, and among the bodies he buried, one-fifth were children. He initially deceived himself into thinking he was a dwarf, but one after another, not to mention the envelopes and other objects he found from the corpses, the bloody side of the world was completely exposed before his eyes. So he could only force himself to continue watching, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

This time the task is even more outrageous. It involves getting a little bear and handing it over to the owner of the item.

What kind of crappy quest was this? He had no idea what to make of it. What if the bear's owner died? Was he going to give it to the monster? If he hadn't known how powerful this chat group was, he might have thought they were playing a trick on him. But he couldn't bear to give it up. He weighed the second Origin Cell in his hands, toying with it, and fell into deep reflection.

199 The sequel to the Earth: the hostility between humans and monsters

The living room was quiet at the moment. The table was a little messy, with water stains, dust, and randomly placed tableware, which symbolized that no one had taken care of it for some time.

Everyone sat dejectedly on the sofa, with their arms folded, silent as if they were mourning something that had passed away.

When Shans came back, he was still shocked by the scene before him.

He thought they were mourning something.

Take another look.

A certain gentle figure is missing.

This made him feel uneasy, and the more uneasy he became, the more worried he became, not knowing what to say.

Fortunately, the worst thing that was expected did not happen. Frisk, exhausted, pushed open the door. She was wearing a yellow hoodie covered with dust, and looked like she had just returned from a long journey outside.

Frisk's arrival attracted everyone's attention.

As soon as she came back, she took off her yellow coat and put it on the chair, then pulled another closer chair and sat on it. She raised her head and looked at everyone, meeting everyone's expectant gazes, sighed heavily, shook her head, and looked lost.

"We failed. They are unwilling to give in." Fricks lowered his head involuntarily when he said this, as if he was ashamed of the trust he had placed in the monster.

Even though this news was not unexpected, the monsters became even more depressed. The already depressing atmosphere seemed to have entered a worse cycle, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

Although Shan Si may have only a partial understanding of the complete process and progress due to his tasks and laziness, he still knows the general idea.

He knew that monsters had been excluded by humans since they came to the earth. They even wanted to start a war to drive them back. They regarded Fricks as a traitor and wanted to crucify her and burn her to death.

Of course, not all humans are so radical. There are also concepts such as peaceful coexistence and harmonious development. In particular, due to the kind nature shown by Papyrus, he has won a lot of favor from the monsters.

The two factions argued with each other, and the former usually prevailed. There was a larger number of neutral factions who allowed monsters to live on the earth, but they had to be controlled. To be honest, monsters did not mind being controlled, and were willing to abide by human laws, because most of them were peaceful and kind by nature. Otherwise, the monsters would have been able to take a soul through the barrier and come to the earth to slaughter seven people to completely break the barrier.

But they did not do so. If their children had not been killed by humans on the ground, perhaps the relationship between them and all the humans who fell into the underground world would not have been so bad until now.

However, some regulations are really too extreme. They do not regard monsters as independent creatures with souls and personalities, but as livestock, or some more dangerous and deterrent weapons.

Humans require that all monsters must be numbered, shackled, and equipped with heart rate monitors. If the heart rate is found to be excessive, they have the right to equip weapons and shoot the monster to death at any time.

Because they think they are monsters, that they may go crazy and lose control at any time, that they have no way to control themselves and may take the lives of innocent people at any time, so they make such demands.