"This is it."

The monk stood in the alleyways of the town and frowned, feeling the irregular beating of his heart and blood from the moment he walked into the town.

The deeper you go, the more obvious the discomfort becomes, and even your scalp is tingling.

There is little sanitation in the damp towns, the streets are littered with garbage, the sewers are full of filth, and the garbage is so full that it has to wait for the untouchable employees to clean it up every once in a while, and it is impossible to take care of all the corners and crannies.

He crouched down and pressed his palms against the city floor, ignoring the dirt of the ground.

"Plop, plop."

I don't know if it's the beating of the heart, or the ground is beating, the three burials can hear this shocking plopping sound, and the ominous premonition has completely enveloped the monk in it.

Sanfu stood up with a serious face, and the tall figure did not lie to him.

Even with him, an ordinary wandering monk who had just become extraordinary, he could sense that terror was about to befall here, and if there was no accident, there should be a terrifying existence in the mouth of a tall figure underground.

The pedestrians on the streets, unaware of the impending catastrophe, are still methodically going about what they are doing.

Since he started running, the three burials have been counting the time, and in terms of the number of days the tall figure said, there are still five days at most, or even shorter.

It is necessary to evacuate everyone as much as possible, and then ......

And then the three burials are not clear, forcing out the existence of terror underground?

According to the Xiao organization, the slightest movement of the underground will cause a huge earthquake, even if it is forced out of the ground, the ensuing earthquake will kill ordinary people.

This is an unsolvable situation, and the only option is to expel all the inhabitants first.

The monk thought for a while, it is not difficult to simply scare all the residents away, but it will inevitably attract the attention of the government, and before he has time to face the terrifying existence underground, he will have to deal with the possible attack of the government first.

But...... This seems to be a no-brainer, as the battles he has fought in Siberia show that the modern technology at the disposal of ordinary people is still a deadly threat to the Transcendent.

It can drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and let the damp poison government deal with the existence underground.

"It's a long-term matter." The Three Burials stood in the middle of the town and was no longer in a hurry, but his attention was suddenly drawn to the television set in the roadside shop.

It's not that there is any eye-catching black technology in this TV, from the appearance of the big head TV set of the last century, but the picture played on the TV and the wet poisonous English captured the brain of the three burials.

At first glance, a high-caste TV anchor is sitting in front of a TV camera, and a small window next to it is connected to a famous bespectacled professor.

A consulting program that comes out of commentary and criticism on the current fresh news.

"Professor Udaya Kumar, what do you think about the discussion at the United Nations meeting today on the United States dropping nuclear weapons?"

"Hmm." The professor at the small window nodded, "It's been a while since the nuclear weapons were dropped, and we can see that the United Nations has been extremely slow to respond to this incident......

After all, joining the permanent membership of the UN has been a long-cherished wish of the people, and it is inevitable that the people will resentment when they can't get it for a long time.

"But in the case of the United States dropping nuclear weapons......

On TV, the two of them discussed the release of nuclear weapons, and you quickly sorted out the causes and consequences of the incident.

However, it is only the cause and effect that ordinary people can know, as if the final weapon involved in the sky over Washington, and the sea fleet was completely destroyed, as if these things had never happened, and no one reported on them in the world's mainstream media.

Ordinary people have no way to know the true secret.

The shopkeeper was not very interested in the news, but after a few glances, he got up to turn off the TV.

No matter how terrible the news event is, as long as it does not happen to him, he lacks close personal fear, except for a few words of scolding and lamenting the hegemony of the United States, the people of Mexilica are unlucky, it is better to seriously think about what to eat tonight.

"Please don't turn off the TV."

Seeing that the store was about to turn off the TV, the three burial monks hurriedly said.

His voice unconsciously brought a sound ninjutsu, and the sound he shouted converged into a line, like a substantial impact forward, instantly making the store's head buzz and dizzy for a short time.

"Oh, you, look." The dark-skinned shopkeeper patted his skull lightly with his hand, wondering what was wrong.

It can't be that there is a lesion in the head of the body.

The two people who talked on TV talked to me and talked very eagerly, but the butts of the two sat in favor of Amei Lika from the beginning, although they did not explicitly defend Amei Lika in their words, but they were indifferent before the violence, and they were already silent accomplices.

"Amelika?" The three burials froze in place, all the information they had just received was spinning in their heads.

Just because he wanted to kill a transcendent, he chose to use hundreds of thousands of people as a burial?

Sanfu felt that he was in the coldest ice fountain in the world, and from the outside and inside, the life activities of the whole body were suppressed to a minimum.

Perhaps as an islander, Sanfu is extremely sensitive to the term nuclear weapons, but he does not consider nuclear weapons decades ago to be an unjust atrocity.

When the front-line army was carrying out sensational bestiality, ordinary people in the rear did not seem to be directly involved, but it was the rear that enjoyed the dividends of the war.

There is a steady stream of weapons, equipment and materials for the front, every bullet, every steel helmet, every young man who is ready to go to the battlefield after completing military training, and the rear is also the front line.

Under these circumstances, the final weapon dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki was the one that exerted its due strength and justice, but the final weapon that was detonated on Mexilica's land was not at all commendable by the three burials.

What is even more paradoxical is that in the face of such anti-human acts, countries around the world are just standing idly by, and the general attitude can be seen from the reactions of two public figures on wet poison TV.

With the state as a unit, these political entities are completely on the same front, and each mouthpiece is responsible for spreading the will of the state, brainwashing the people at the bottom like missionaries. Isn't this a nuclear-armed state preparing for its own possible actions in the future, and it is much more normal for Amelika to make the same choice if they dare to defy the world's condemnation.

The chest of the three burials rose and fell violently, and he tried his best to calm himself down, the nuclear explosion against humanity had happened, and there was no way to make up for this problem, what was in front of the three burials was how to protect the innocent locals before the existence of the upcoming evil god.

The locals have no sense of crisis at all, at least in the case of the three burials.

"Who did you hear from that?"

"It doesn't matter who I heard it from, but it's definitely right."

"Don't listen to other people's nonsense, this kind of lie will appear every once in a while, and the result is all false."

"It's true, it's really about to happen a catastrophe."

Two local residents had been wiped by the three burials, and one of them still had a big burden on his shoulders, and his daily necessities could be taken away with just one bag.

"If you want to believe it, just leave, I don't believe it."

"You, you're such an idiot."

These two people use the local indigenous language, not to mention in the ears of the three burials, even in other damp poison states sound alien languages, after all, damp poison is a country with hundreds of ethnic groups and more than 2,000 local languages, and the official Hindi speaker population only accounts for 30% of the country.

Sanfu looked at the crowd on the street worriedly, and quickly made a decision in his heart.

It doesn't matter if it attracts the attention of the government!

He stretched out his legs and swung up his tattered robe, strips of rags tightly wrapped around his face flying behind him.

The streets are crowded with people, and the humid weather, combined with the crowds, creates an invisible, breathless and dull depression, and there seems to be a decay in the air that passes through people's breaths.

The monk took three steps and two steps, and his tall figure compared to the locals shuttled through the crowd like a loach of a slippery hand, and he almost collided with pedestrians several times, but he was still shrewdly dodged.

By the time the passers-by thought of looking back, the monk had already disappeared into the vast sea of people.

The three burials wanted to find a spacious place similar to a civic park in the town, but the layout of the small city was completely barbaric growth at will, except for a few main roads, there was no planning, and it was wishful thinking to find a vacant land of several hundred square meters.

He had to move his location outside the town, but there were still local natives on both sides of the road who sat on the ground selling their produce.

No one paid attention to the ordinary three burial monks, only a delivery car was impatiently honking its horn, and the three burials that stopped were just blocking the road that the vehicle had to pass.

"Hey! Flash to the side! ”

"Didi!"

The sound of the horn is harsh and annoying, and the driver in the seat is becoming more and more impatient, and this one in the middle of the road is not deaf.

"Anton, you get out of the car and get this guy aside."

"Okay." The co-pilot nodded and put his phone on the seat.

Just as the co-pilot on the side was about to pull the door and get out of the car, the whole pickup truck suddenly exploded backwards, and the co-pilot almost fell off the seat.

"What are you doing?" The co-pilot scolded the driver, but the driver's face was full of fear.

"Ah, my eyes, what's so bright?!"

The dazzling golden light shone through the front window, and it was so bright that you couldn't open your eyes.

Not only the trucks transporting agricultural products, but also the two sides of the road have become a sea of golden light.

Even with the invention of electric light and the introduction of electricity, the whole town was not so thoroughly bright in the evening.

"The talent of the immortal clan, the king of immovable ming!"

The entire town could see the golden light outside, and a golden light formed a figure rising in the afterglow of the sun.

It's like a flame.

The flames were burning, gathering, rising, burning the air around the embers, rising layer by layer to touch the vast sky.

"It's familiar."

"What kind of monster is this?"

"Like, it's a god in the Wet Poison Cult?"