Fuso Islands.

In a huge crypt, gray-white polymers like human brains are taking shape.

The plague god was fiddling with the gray-white beings that had coalesced into this single brain.

Every human brain has a circumference of hundreds of meters, many grooves, thousands of turns, no kind of organism can have such a large brain.

Between these brains, gray-white silk threads are colluding with each other.

On the silk thread, there is a glimmer of light from time to time, which looks mysterious and weird, and even a little sci-fi.

If outsiders see this scene, they will only be frightened.

"As long as you put together ninety-nine or eighty-one biological brains, this biological computer will be finally formed, and you can start to deduce the Heavenly Dao of this realm." The plague god admired his work.

"Why does it have to be eighty-one? Could it be that your biological computer, which uses human technology, also has to meet the extreme number of Tao? The moon god, who looked up at this scene, wondered.

"It's nothing, it's just a habit from before, in fact, 80 is also possible, and 82 is no problem......" The plague god said casually.

"......" said the moon god had nothing to say about it.

"Oh, there's one thing that might work for you and me. The inheritance of the god of food has begun. The moon god waited for a while, and suddenly brought it up.

"Oh, he's just a little god, and the inheritance is not precious, but some things about food and drink are boring. If it was the inheritance secret realm left by those mysterious existences before, I would still be a little interested, but unfortunately I didn't catch up with the heavenly time. The plague god didn't care, and continued to admire his work.

"I've heard a secret, the God of Food didn't really fall, but hid his soul in the Enlightenment Artifact, and descended to this world along with the Inheritance Secret Realm." Luna said suddenly.

"In the end, it is a saint disciple, and the information is well-informed, not comparable to us gods," the plague god's eyes lit up when he heard this, "If there is a god's soul as the core of this biological computer, then the computing power will increase more than tenfold, and there will be many miracles." ”

"That's why I'm telling this secret." The moon god said lightly.

"Hehe, I really want to thank you, if the soul of the God of Food is integrated into this biological computer, my chances of resetting in the future will be a little greater." The plague god said happily.

"Now that the food mystery realm is being opened, but it can only last for a month, in order to preside over the inheritance, I believe that the food god soul will not leave the secret realm, this is the only chance." The moon god said lightly.

"Then I'll go at once, and ask the moon god to take care of this place for me." The plague god didn't ask how to enter the Eat-Eater Realm, apparently he knew.

After all, they are all gods, and some things mortals still need to be broadcast by heaven, but they don't need them.

The plague god vanishes from the crypt.

After a while, the moon god looked up at the wriggling brains, and suddenly reached out a little, and a burst of white light flashed on one of the brains, and then disappeared.

This biological computer was so boasted by the plague god, how could he not be moved?

There is no such thing as a "friend" between God......

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Giant Rat Underground King's City.

During the martial law in the whole city, all personnel in non-critical positions were ordered to take a month off and regularly go to the clan temple in the neighborhood where they lived every day to worship incense.

Ancestral temples are often located in the middle of the neighborhood and occupy a large area, almost as large as an ordinary park.

It enshrines the statue of the ancestor, the statue of the current king, and the giant rat demon spirit seats that have died since the nether realm, and then the heaven and the earth, and other than that, there are no other external gods.

Just at this point, you can see that they are very similar to the gods on earth.

Everyone is very practical, whoever is kind to them will worship whom, those ethereal gods, but there are not many offerings.

A group of people came back from the temple and sat on a bench in the temple square and chatted.

They are all dressed decently, talk elegantly, wear suits and leather shoes, spray some perfume, and there is no trace of demons at all, and they are completely dressed as urban petty bourgeoisie.

Only cultivators can understand that they are not human beings through the demonic energy on their bodies.

It's just that they are different from those demons with low self-esteem in mythology, all of them are refreshed and confident.

"I hope that one day in the future, we can also enter this temple to worship." A young man with silver-rimmed glasses said enviously.

"Work hard, there will be such a day in the future." The man next to him encouraged.

"Hey, I watched the news on the Internet recently, those human beings are panicked, not many people are willing to work, there are a lot of drunk dreams and deaths, they are infected, and I have no motivation recently." The spectacle demon shook his head.

"There are drunken dreams and deaths, but they are not mainstream. Or are there many people preparing for future migrations? Food, vegetables, oxygen and energy, these have to be stored, and there are more things to do, and I heard that there is no such thing as 'unemployment' on the human side. As long as they are active, they will be mobilized to work, and their rest days will be gone, and they seem to be more tired than us. Those legendary benefits have also been greatly reduced, and those who have the ability to work but do not work will be forcibly reformed. ”

"Yes, since the new king came to power, we finally have the concept of rest, and in recent months, it has been a lot easier, but the effect of the work is much better. When the ancestor saw this situation, he would probably be a lot more relieved. The spectacle demon nodded.

As they talked, they didn't know that the two of them had walked in front of them.

An old man, a young man, all invisible.

"Master, are you pleased?" Nie Yuan asked with ulterior motives.

"......" The ancestor of the Bai family did not speak, but a cold light was released from his eyes.

Sure enough, no matter how large the amount of equipment is, this old king will definitely not be happy when he is pulled out to compare with the new king.

It's not about self-cultivation, it's all instinct.

Nie Yuan thought to himself, it seems that Bai Shixin's good life will not last long.

How could the ancestor make the hard-laid foundation cheap to outsiders?

Just look at the statues enshrined in the temple to know that if the other party does not put his own statues on it, the ancestor can tolerate one or two.

Now he dares to share incense with his ancestors, that is the way to death.

But if he doesn't let go, he won't succeed.

If Bai Shixin doesn't let go of his statue, when this ethnic group is in its infancy and the incense luck is the most precious, he won't be able to share much, and he will never have a chance to catch up with the ancestor in the future.

This is different from the period of feudal dynasties on earth, when the emperor did not enter the temple when he was alive, and only entered the temple after his death.

That's because they can't bear the incense, it doesn't matter how long the incense lasts, anyway, when they die, they will be ashes, it's useless, and they can't enjoy it no matter how much incense they burn.

If there were gods in the past, those emperors would have to let the people build shrines for themselves.

The contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable.

The two sides have a common position on strengthening the giant rat clan and will not tear each other down.

But in terms of sharing the incense of the ethnic group, it is-for-tat, if you have one more column, I will have one less.

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