Chapter 43: The Prophets

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"Yang Mo, I'm curious if it's true." The old man put down the book in his hand, and looked at the silent Yang Mo with eyes full of wisdom, "Before you ask, I'll tell you about a monster race, and if you still have questions later, I can answer them again." ”

"After the first genetic explosion, various plants or animals evolved, perhaps the evolution of the next few thousand years took place in one day, many fantasy creatures appeared, in the face of weak humans, most of the monsters were directly attacked, but there was a race of monsters and humans who had a peaceful exchange."

"Prophet family" Yang Mo muttered to himself, as if he was asking a question, and as if he was answering the old man's question.

"That's right." The old man glanced at Yang Mo with some surprise, "It's the prophet clan, those guys who have human-like heads, but have golden bodies and wings, they are like legendary angels, with wisdom no less than that of humans, but you should know that only the kings of their clan are worthy of the name of prophets." ”

"Foreknowledge and wisdom?" Yang Mo asked in a low voice.

"That's right, I'm a demonization similar to the Prophet King, so although I don't have a strong body and magical attributes, this mind has made me receive great attention since I was a child, I have predicted several monster sieges, preserved millions of humans in the five districts, and also predicted the direction of the fate of mankind, and determined the site of the nine surviving areas." Speaking of this, the old man glanced at Yang Mo, "Do you still feel fear now?" ”

Yang Mo took a deep breath, "So what you predicted, Dean, is it inevitable that something will happen?" ”

"This" the old man hesitated for a moment, as if he was hesitating to tell Yang Mo this secret, "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you, have you ever heard of the infinite space-time theory?" ”

"The theory of infinite space-time means that there are objectively an infinite number of space-times, and each space-time will have different encounters for each person, but there is no overlap between each space-time, and it is impossible to be connected no matter what."

"That's right." The old man nodded approvingly.

Ziyuan looked at the two of them with a cute face, indicating that the liberal arts student himself couldn't understand what the two of them were saying.

"What I can predict is what happens in a certain time and space, you have to understand that some things will happen in any time and space, but the time or some other things are different, just like the gene explosion, every time and space will happen, but the time of occurrence is different, for example, I predicted that there is a time and space that will happen after a thousand years, and the result is different, at that time, human beings have already entered the interstellar age, science fiction technology shines, and almost monsters are extinct as soon as they appear. But this is only a minority, most planes still have nine survival zones, and I chose our sites from multiple planes. The old man paused, "And as my strength grows, I can see more and more time and space, and the predicted time is getting farther and farther away. ”

"Have you ever tried communicating with the Prophet Kings of other planes?"

"I can't have any communication with people in other planes, I can only predict what will happen in different planes in the future, but I can remind those prophet kings from the past in the rest of the planes through some things, for example, if I talk to you today, maybe the prophet kings of other planes will find you more than ten years in advance, let's see why." The old man said with a smile.

"Why are you telling me these things?" Yang Mo looked at the old man suspiciously, "What did you see?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yang Mo to ask such a question, "You are very smart, but I can't tell you, otherwise it will affect your future development." ”

"But I can give you some hints, maybe someday in the future to help you." The dean looked at Yang Mo, who was a little helpless, "But I hope you can grant me a request, not because of the hint I gave you, but for the sake of my help for you, take pity on me, an old man, and agree to one of my requests." ”

"Let's talk about it first." Yang Mo sat up and looked straight at the dean.

"Save District Five, don't give up on us." A look of despair suddenly appeared in the old man's eyes, and Yang Mo, who was stared at by the old man, suddenly felt terrified.

"What did you see, tell me, what did you see!" Yang Mo asked eagerly.

"Blood, red-stained earth, boundless monsters, no, I can't tell you, but you must promise me to save the fifth district, don't give up on us!" The old man almost burst into tears.

"You relax, I promise, I promise." Yang Mo hurriedly comforted.

"Well, go ahead, I'm a little tired." The old man took out a piece of paper from the desk, handed it to Yang Mo, and then leaned back on the rattan chair and panted slowly, as if he was terminally ill.

"I hope what I just saw is fake." The dean sighed. He never imagined that one day he would desperately hope that his predictive abilities were inaccurate. Originally, I just thought that there would be a place for Yang Mo in the five districts, but I never thought that I would see such a cruel scene, maybe the future of the five districts really had to be saved by Yang Mo.

Yang Mo and the confused Ziyuan walked out of the dean's office.

"Brother Yang Mo, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, but we'll know what's going on by then." Yang Mo shrugged his shoulders, so that he wouldn't have a headache because of something that hadn't happened yet.

"That's right." Zi Yuan nodded, "By the way, Brother Yang Mo, I still have something to do over there, I'll go first, and you can go back by yourself." ”

Watching Ziyuan run away in a hurry, Yang Mo sighed and was abandoned.

"Why are you sighing?" A cold voice sounded from behind Yang Mo.

"Zihan, why are you here?" Yang Mo turned around and saw Zhang Zihan wearing a light blue dress.

"Can't you come out and hang out?" Zhang Zihan glanced at Yang Mo and asked lightly.

To be honest, Yang Mo feels very embarrassed when he sees Zhang Zihan now, for no other reason, that is, Zhang Mingyuan's words pierced the ambiguous relationship between him and Zhang Zihan, if this continues, if the two people can't get together, they will go farther and farther away, and they can't even be friends, and Yang Mo is very reluctant to do this, so he can't help but think of topics like "little wife", which is naturally a little unnatural. However, Zhang Zihan is obviously not so indifferent as she shows, with her cold personality, how can she hang out with nothing to do, not to mention that she is dressed so beautifully, and she happened to meet Yang Mo (or after Ziyuan left), how to look at it is also premeditated.

"How about a walk with me?" Zhang Zihan looked at Yang Mo with a little flustered eyes, for fear that Yang Mo would reject her again.

"Okay." Yang Mo thought about it, but still agreed, Zhang Zihan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few steps quickly, and stood side by side with Yang Mo.

The two walked slowly, not noticing that around the corner behind them, a petite figure was staring blankly at them. Or look at Yang Mo.