Fang Zishu thinks farther than anyone else.

For power, for ambition, these things were dispensable for the first twenty-seven years of his life.

If he wants, he prefers to find someone he likes after changing jobs, in a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers, and live a calm and warm life.

But since he became an interstellar being, he couldn't do it.

He is planning so much now, not really thinking about planning for himself in the future, but he has to shoulder this responsibility.

As a witness who will witness the millennium to come.

- He knows that the earthlings of the future are just a small race of alliances in the great interstellar era, and there are many more enemies to face.

Thinking about the picture of the future that the interstellar people had shown him, he thought about it a lot, and felt more and more that he could not stand idly by.

He could not tolerate the remodeling and pollution of greenery and oceans, the oppression of life on Earth, and the treatment of his home planet, as if it were a ruined star.

The earth has given birth to so much life and history, and he knows its future destiny, and he can't just watch it.

He has to ensure the integrity of the planet when it is discovered and forcibly inhabited by alien interstellar life, and he must make the power of the earth truly become a whole in this thousand years, so that those interstellar life will not dare to act rashly.

And now the end has come.

He now also knows that those people are trying to do experiments because they want to study "superhumans" like him--they give him a private label--they try to do experiments and usher in the end, and he also knows that the current direction of experiments is getting more and more biased-by now, he has studied the existence of some consciousness zombies with attributes similar to him but actually have very different essences.

But it's nothing, maybe it's more convenient.

The coming of the end is powerless to change, and the form of human beings will be different in the course of a thousand years.

If all the people are zombies, it probably won't make others suspect his aging problem, as long as he can control the life on Earth and be qualified to negotiate in the future, who cares if it's a human or a zombie?

"But are you sure that the earth at that time is still the earth you want?"

The girl looked at him with red eyes.

"You could have ignored the differences between countries for the sake of the big picture." She was talking about Zhou Yuan's accusation against him when they met for the first time, "So now, can you ignore the differences between human beings again?" ”

"That's a zombie! That's not human anymore! ”

"Do you know what you're doing?" She scolded, "Do you know what the Earth you want to protect is? ”

"All your nostalgia for the earth, all your complexes, have been cultivated through human culture, and now you want to let mankind die out completely? Thousands of years of cultural heritage are really going to be erased, so I think if that's the case, it's really not surprising that the future Earth will become a low-level planet - it has lost the human beings who can create glory for it! ”

"And the zombies you are optimistic about have no empathy, no standards and judgments as human beings, and are just monsters that feed on people. Even if they have thoughts, those orangutan monkeys still have, but can these beings really compete with the interstellar people of the future?! ”

Thinking about the perseverance and struggle of countless human beings from the past to the present, whether for the righteousness, or for the country, or for the belief in the heart.

It is precisely because of their existence that there is today's culturally brilliant world, and it is precisely because they use their lives to compose little by little, that the historical inheritance of mankind is so deep and great.

Lao Wangtou, Cheng Ye, and these people who died in the apocalypse, don't they hope that human beings can survive this catastrophe and go on well, but not like now......

The girl swallowed a somewhat dry throat, looked at the expressionless man in front of her, and said in a dumb voice, "In the end, what you just want is superficial glory, and you don't care that the essence of this has long changed." ”

"What do you know?"

The man who had been listening quietly to her accusations spoke, and his voice was very soft.

"Even so, what do you know?" He repeated again, his voice slightly raised, "I want?" I don't care? ”

"Huh." He sneered, and his heart, which had been slightly shaken when he heard what the girl said just now, disappeared in her last sentence, "It's me, Fang Zishu, who wants to spend this thousand years." ”

He walked over and looked down at her slightly, "It's also me, Fang Zishu, who has to wait until the future to compete with those interstellar people." ”

"You're not me at all, so how can you guess what I want to do? You can't empathize with all of this, can you! ”

He scolded with anger.

Seeing the girl's silent appearance, he sneered again, his voice slightly desolate and trembling.

"Do you think I don't know? What can you do even if you have transformed into an interstellar life? I know that there were traces of other intelligent beings in your spirit before you transformed, so you're going to leave, aren't you? ”

He curled the corners of his mouth, "You won't be in this apocalypse now a mess for thousands of years, so-"

"You don't care what I do."

"You don't have a say."

There was a chill in his eyes.

The contradiction that had been hidden for a long time finally broke out.

……

The experiment was a success.

Quite a few ordinary people, under the escort of the supernatural, secretly went to see the dozens of humans who had turned into zombies standing in the open space outside the experimental building.

Their appearance was undoubtedly the same as usual, and even one of them smiled and greeted an acquaintance on the periphery.

"It's true!"

"They still have their senses!"

"They remember who we are, too!"

Everyone cheered, these dozens of "experimental zombies" were the hope of ordinary people like them who had a difficult life without special abilities.

Although they have lost the ability to reproduce, they are better able to survive.

Because experimental zombies must be transformed through reagents and drugs, and if the experimental zombie accidentally bites someone else, then the other party will only become an ordinary zombie and has no human consciousness, so for the sake of safety, these dozens of experimental zombies live alone in the accommodation building.

A day, two days, and as time passed, the leaders and people who were nervously following this plan slowly relaxed, and were thinking about whether to go further, but the experimental zombies suddenly rioted.

- They are hungry.

With the consciousness of human beings, they can no longer eat any other food, so they will naturally control themselves not to bite others, but the first day is okay, the second day, the third day, although the burning hunger will not starve them to death, but there is still no way to bear it.

While everyone was horrified by their latest situation, someone from above had an idea.

"It's because they see ordinary people getting stimulated."

"As long as all ordinary people are zombied, this problem can be solved." Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Fast Wear, No Tranquility Claw Book House" for the first time.