The Crying Taotie
The fate of D-class personnel is Die.
No one knows this better than the D-class personnel themselves. They know that they will die tragically sooner or later, and they have already foreseen that that day is not far away.
But Xiao Feng and the others still longed to live, even if it was just to eat another meal, breathe greedily, and experience the feeling of being alive.
Mo Qiong is not a D-level personnel, and he deeply felt it after this short time together.
"Old ghost..."
Mo Poor held the sword, contacted the old ghost, and explained everything that happened here.
They successfully contained the Swordsmith, for which a D-class personnel was sacrificed.
Mo Poor's tone was gloomy, and he was quite shocked by the death of the blond hair.
"You have done a good job... It has exceeded my expectations, and I am even prepared for the worst." The old ghost said.
"It's all due to him, otherwise we might all be killed by that hammer." Mo Poor said.
"This is an honor for all of you." The old ghost said.
Mo Poor's eyes lit up and said: "Can D-level personnel also make meritorious service? Then they may still be pardoned?"
"There is no amnesty. The so-called honor is only to improve their quality of life to a certain extent, and not to give them the task of dying. Give them some respect, but that's all." The old ghost said calmly.
"Then what hope do they have for being alive?" Mo Qiong said in a low voice.
"There is no hope at all, don't you know? They have been 'executed' long ago. Every D-class personnel is allowed to live because they can sacrifice their lives for all mankind here. There is no D-class personnel status , They died long ago, we ask them every month if they want to go back to receive the death penalty, and 70% of them refuse," said the old ghost.
Mo Poor was silent, of course he knew this, but he hadn't come into contact with D-class personnel at that time.
Didn’t personally experience that they could transform into such a completely new body after hovering on the edge of death many times. Maybe this is only a part, but at least this part deserves his respect.
"The task continues, Mo Poor, where you go, we are not far away, bring the feed, hurry up..." said the old ghost.
Mo Qiong hummed, picked up the sword and dragged it away: "Xiao Feng, push the cart, let's go!"
Now is not the time to feel dejected, even though he is emotionally agitated, it is more important to understand what is more important.
Blond hair is dead, and now he is walking in the forefront, dragging the giant sword forged by blond hair.
He knows that the one who walks in the front must be the most dangerous. The blonde was originally the one to fill this role, but now that it's his turn, there is nothing to shirk.
However, for the next three corridors, they safely restored power and did not encounter the contained objects again.
"Old ghost, is the sword that people turn into alive?"
On the road, Mo Poor dragged the huge epee, studied it, and asked in a low voice.
He didn't want this sword to stay there like a lot of ordinary swords, this one was different, it was a sword made by human beings, a sword transformed by his friend.
Although Mo Poor doesn't feel any vitality in this sword, he still hopes that people are special. Maybe after being forced into a sword by this characteristic, he also has thoughts.
However, the old ghost said: "Damn, under the hammer of the swordsmith, people are just a material, no different from gold, silver, copper and iron."
He knew what Mo Poor was thinking. It was nothing more than people being hammered into swords. People were still people, but they were forged into sword shapes.
This is really naive, the hammer does not create special derivatives, if a sword has human life and thought, then it is also a containment object.
"Unless the person being forged has the ability to maintain his mind in any form, he will still be alive even if he is forged into a sword."
"Understood? The sword-forging hammer itself will not give the sword any ability. Even if the shape and craftsmanship are top-notch, it is only the kind that technology can achieve."
"Whether there is an abnormality in the sword depends on the material itself before being forged by the hammer, whether there is an abnormality."
"If what is forged is a containment object, then the containment object becomes a sword, and it is still a containment object."
After listening to the old ghost, Mo Poor frowned and said, "Containing objects can also be forged? Then why not use it to kill Taotie?"
"Naive, it can't even kill 202, so why talk about Taotie? According to our speculation, Taotie can even eat it and destroy it." The old ghost said.
"Is that so... speculation? You haven't tried it?" Mo Poor asked strangely.
"How can this kind of thing be tried casually? Although we really want to know all the characteristics of the containment objects, we must think carefully about the confrontation between the containment objects and the containment objects, and we cannot just try it casually." The old ghost said.
Mo Poor asked: "Why? Whether the hammer killed Taotie, or Taotie ate the hammer, there can be one less storage, right?"
The old ghost said: "The Lanbai Society with such an idea has paid a heavy price. According to past experience, even if the hammer turns the Taotie into a sword shape, the Taotie is still a Taotie, and its characteristics will not change. Many The characteristics of the contents have nothing to do with the shape, there is even bread with incomparable sharpness in this world, can you imagine..."
Mo Poor was taken aback, the sharp bread?
Regarding this, the old ghost didn't say much, and continued: "Conversely, if Taotie eats the hammer, we can't be sure whether it can digest it, because it is known that there are many contained objects that it cannot digest. For example, the The sharpest... strongest metal in history."
"If the glutton can't digest the hammer, then a hammer that can fly around by itself will make the glutton who eats it go berserk. There is already a precedent for the rampage caused by indigestion, let alone... there is another containment that got another A precedent for containment properties."
"Perhaps you think this is nothing, but we who have learned the lesson deeply, we need to be more cautious and cautious about the opposite experiment of gamma and above containment. I won't talk about too many examples. You just need to know that because of this, you almost It was the end of the world."
Mo Poor's expression froze. Even though the old ghost couldn't say clearly, he still understood the meaning.
The confrontation between different containment objects is as dangerous as a chemical experiment. It may be mild, and it may explode into a huge danger.
The hammer is not very difficult to contain. Under normal circumstances, the sword prison can suppress the hammer well, so there is no need to take this risk.
It is also a containment object like Taotie who loses his temper every day, and the Lanbai Society can't help but want to **** it to another obliteration type containment to destroy it.
Soon, Mo Poor took the lead and led Xiao Feng and others to find the large army on the square.
Along the way, you can see that the square is full of holes, and the collapsed floors and ceilings are obviously made by gluttons.
At this moment, Taotie was suppressed by six members from six directions with a large instrument, which seemed to be a machine capable of creating a weightless environment.
Taotie was floating in the air, with its four legs flapping in mid-air, and its ferocious dragon-like mouth swayed repeatedly, grinning at the members.
"Wow wow wow!" Taotie growled lowly, his little eyes bulging out, as if saying: I'm fierce! If it wasn't crying...
Yes, those little eyes were teary, and weeping crazily.
Mo Poor ran over, feeling that the gravity behind the instrument was very low, walking lightly, like walking on the moon.
It is conceivable that the Taotie, which is located in the center of the six instruments, is completely weightless. It can't fly, it can't borrow strength, and it can only squirm little by little through the reaction force such as jet roar.
Once it gets close to a certain instrument, the six members immediately adjust their positions to prevent it from destroying the instrument.
Mo Qiong looked at it and thought that this is the case. He was still thinking that Taotie can eat everything except a few contained items, so how can he suppress it?
Gun? gun? Do these work for it? According to the urine property of absolute characteristics, even nuclear bombs can eat it, right?
However, the Lanbai Society has obviously found an effective way to suppress, and that is gravity.
Li, Taotie cannot be eaten, otherwise how could it still be on the earth? It's long overdue to eat the gravity around you and kick off your legs and travel to space.
"Here we come! The feed is here!" Mo Poor shouted.
"There's only one bucket..." a member worried.
At this time, the only old ghost on the field who didn't control the instrument came over and patted Mo Poor's shoulder heavily: "A bucket is also very good, I didn't expect it at first."
Mo Poor counted the people again, and couldn't help asking: "Seven of you are the only ones involved in such a big matter?"
There are too few people here, with such a small number of people, it is no wonder that they have been entangled with Taotie for so long, unable to spare their hands.
"Counting the peripheral personnel, we have one hundred and seventy." The old ghost said calmly.
"What about the others?" Mo Poor was taken aback, remembering that many security guards also came down before.
The old ghost glanced at Mo Poor, with an indescribably complicated look in his eyes. He didn't speak, and silently opened the trash can to take out the meat.
Mo Poor frowned, he didn't see a single corpse here, that is to say, they were all eaten...
"How come...was the explainer also eaten?" Mo Qiong asked in surprise.
"That's not the case. He went to solve the root cause of Taotie's rampage. A robot that always cries. It gave Taotie the effect of crying when encountering everything. It angered Taotie. The more angry he was, the more he cried... ranaway..."
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The Crying Taotie
The fate of D-class personnel is Die.
No one knows this better than the D-class personnel themselves. They know that they will die tragically sooner or later, and they have already foreseen that that day is not far away.
But Xiao Feng and the others still longed to live, even if it was just to eat another meal, breathe greedily, and experience the feeling of being alive.
Mo Qiong is not a D-level personnel, and he deeply felt it after this short time together.
"Old ghost..."
Mo Poor held the sword, contacted the old ghost, and explained everything that happened here.
They successfully contained the Swordsmith, for which a D-class personnel was sacrificed.
Mo Poor's tone was gloomy, and he was quite shocked by the death of the blond hair.
"You have done a good job... It has exceeded my expectations, and I am even prepared for the worst." The old ghost said.
"It's all due to him, otherwise we might all be killed by that hammer." Mo Poor said.
"This is an honor for all of you." The old ghost said.
Mo Poor's eyes lit up and said: "Can D-level personnel also make meritorious service? Then they may still be pardoned?"
"There is no amnesty. The so-called honor is only to improve their quality of life to a certain extent, and not to give them the task of dying. Give them some respect, but that's all." The old ghost said calmly.
"Then what hope do they have for being alive?" Mo Qiong said in a low voice.
"There is no hope at all, don't you know? They have been 'executed' long ago. Every D-class personnel is allowed to live because they can sacrifice their lives for all mankind here. There is no D-class personnel status , They died long ago, we ask them every month if they want to go back to receive the death penalty, and 70% of them refuse," said the old ghost.
Mo Poor was silent, of course he knew this, but he hadn't come into contact with D-class personnel at that time.
Didn’t personally experience that they could transform into such a completely new body after hovering on the edge of death many times. Maybe this is only a part, but at least this part deserves his respect.
"The task continues, Mo Poor, where you go, we are not far away, bring the feed, hurry up..." said the old ghost.
Mo Qiong hummed, picked up the sword and dragged it away: "Xiao Feng, push the cart, let's go!"
Now is not the time to feel dejected, even though he is emotionally agitated, it is more important to understand what is more important.
Blond hair is dead, and now he is walking in the forefront, dragging the giant sword forged by blond hair.
He knows that the one who walks in the front must be the most dangerous. The blonde was originally the one to fill this role, but now that it's his turn, there is nothing to shirk.
However, for the next three corridors, they safely restored power and did not encounter the contained objects again.
"Old ghost, is the sword that people turn into alive?"
On the road, Mo Poor dragged the huge epee, studied it, and asked in a low voice.
He didn't want this sword to stay there like a lot of ordinary swords, this one was different, it was a sword made by human beings, a sword transformed by his friend.
Although Mo Poor doesn't feel any vitality in this sword, he still hopes that people are special. Maybe after being forced into a sword by this characteristic, he also has thoughts.
However, the old ghost said: "Damn, under the hammer of the swordsmith, people are just a material, no different from gold, silver, copper and iron."
He knew what Mo Poor was thinking. It was nothing more than people being hammered into swords. People were still people, but they were forged into sword shapes.
This is really naive, the hammer does not create special derivatives, if a sword has human life and thought, then it is also a containment object.
"Unless the person being forged has the ability to maintain his mind in any form, he will still be alive even if he is forged into a sword."
"Understood? The sword-forging hammer itself will not give the sword any ability. Even if the shape and craftsmanship are top-notch, it is only the kind that technology can achieve."
"Whether there is an abnormality in the sword depends on the material itself before being forged by the hammer, whether there is an abnormality."
"If what is forged is a containment object, then the containment object becomes a sword, and it is still a containment object."
After listening to the old ghost, Mo Poor frowned and said, "Containing objects can also be forged? Then why not use it to kill Taotie?"
"Naive, it can't even kill 202, so why talk about Taotie? According to our speculation, Taotie can even eat it and destroy it." The old ghost said.
"Is that so... speculation? You haven't tried it?" Mo Poor asked strangely.
"How can this kind of thing be tried casually? Although we really want to know all the characteristics of the containment objects, we must think carefully about the confrontation between the containment objects and the containment objects, and we cannot just try it casually." The old ghost said.
Mo Poor asked: "Why? Whether the hammer killed Taotie, or Taotie ate the hammer, there can be one less storage, right?"
The old ghost said: "The Lanbai Society with such an idea has paid a heavy price. According to past experience, even if the hammer turns the Taotie into a sword shape, the Taotie is still a Taotie, and its characteristics will not change. Many The characteristics of the contents have nothing to do with the shape, there is even bread with incomparable sharpness in this world, can you imagine..."
Mo Poor was taken aback, the sharp bread?
Regarding this, the old ghost didn't say much, and continued: "Conversely, if Taotie eats the hammer, we can't be sure whether it can digest it, because it is known that there are many contained objects that it cannot digest. For example, the The sharpest... strongest metal in history."
"If the glutton can't digest the hammer, then a hammer that can fly around by itself will make the glutton who eats it go berserk. There is already a precedent for the rampage caused by indigestion, let alone... there is another containment that got another A precedent for containment properties."
"Perhaps you think this is nothing, but we who have learned the lesson deeply, we need to be more cautious and cautious about the opposite experiment of gamma and above containment. I won't talk about too many examples. You just need to know that because of this, you almost It was the end of the world."
Mo Poor's expression froze. Even though the old ghost couldn't say clearly, he still understood the meaning.
The confrontation between different containment objects is as dangerous as a chemical experiment. It may be mild, and it may explode into a huge danger.
The hammer is not very difficult to contain. Under normal circumstances, the sword prison can suppress the hammer well, so there is no need to take this risk.
It is also a containment object like Taotie who loses his temper every day, and the Lanbai Society can't help but want to **** it to another obliteration type containment to destroy it.
Soon, Mo Poor took the lead and led Xiao Feng and others to find the large army on the square.
Along the way, you can see that the square is full of holes, and the collapsed floors and ceilings are obviously made by gluttons.
At this moment, Taotie was suppressed by six members from six directions with a large instrument, which seemed to be a machine capable of creating a weightless environment.
Taotie was floating in the air, with its four legs flapping in mid-air, and its ferocious dragon-like mouth swayed repeatedly, grinning at the members.
"Wow wow wow!" Taotie growled lowly, his little eyes bulging out, as if saying: I'm fierce! If it wasn't crying...
Yes, those little eyes were teary, and weeping crazily.
Mo Poor ran over, feeling that the gravity behind the instrument was very low, walking lightly, like walking on the moon.
It is conceivable that the Taotie, which is located in the center of the six instruments, is completely weightless. It can't fly, it can't borrow strength, and it can only squirm little by little through the reaction force such as jet roar.
Once it gets close to a certain instrument, the six members immediately adjust their positions to prevent it from destroying the instrument.
Mo Qiong looked at it and thought that this is the case. He was still thinking that Taotie can eat everything except a few contained items, so how can he suppress it?
Gun? gun? Do these work for it? According to the urine property of absolute characteristics, even nuclear bombs can eat it, right?
However, the Lanbai Society has obviously found an effective way to suppress, and that is gravity.
Li, Taotie cannot be eaten, otherwise how could it still be on the earth? It's long overdue to eat the gravity around you and kick off your legs and travel to space.
"Here we come! The feed is here!" Mo Poor shouted.
"There's only one bucket..." a member worried.
At this time, the only old ghost on the field who didn't control the instrument came over and patted Mo Poor's shoulder heavily: "A bucket is also very good, I didn't expect it at first."
Mo Poor counted the people again, and couldn't help asking: "Seven of you are the only ones involved in such a big matter?"
There are too few people here, with such a small number of people, it is no wonder that they have been entangled with Taotie for so long, unable to spare their hands.
"Counting the peripheral personnel, we have one hundred and seventy." The old ghost said calmly.
"What about the others?" Mo Poor was taken aback, remembering that many security guards also came down before.
The old ghost glanced at Mo Poor, with an indescribably complicated look in his eyes. He didn't speak, and silently opened the trash can to take out the meat.
Mo Poor frowned, he didn't see a single corpse here, that is to say, they were all eaten...
"How come...was the explainer also eaten?" Mo Qiong asked in surprise.
"That's not the case. He went to solve the root cause of Taotie's rampage. A robot that always cries. It gave Taotie the effect of crying when encountering everything. It angered Taotie. The more angry he was, the more he cried... ranaway..."
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