How am I still alive?

Chapter 1906 Poison

Chapter 1906 Poison

Tu Qishan was a little anxious because she hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

She was a little angry again, but not just because of herself.

"I hope it's not too late, time is running out."

What she said was not the time of the world. For her now, she wished that this world would die sooner.

"Don't worry, if your God is really what you say, He will take everything away."

Not long ago, in a lighting shop called Dawn, Tu Qishan saw the darkest reality of this world.

An old-looking fox man, who was the manager of the store, received her. To be precise, the moment he saw the Sword of the Brave, he took out a dagger.

"when!"

If Tu Qishan wasn't so strong, she really wouldn't be able to block the dagger from stabbing the old fox's neck!

After just one meeting, he chose to protect his secret with his life.

However, facing a hero who has reached the rule level, it is difficult for a mortal to die.

Even after the restraint was completed, the other party still remained silent and closed his eyes as if waiting to die.

Until Tu Qishan told her about her past and goals, the other party just opened his eyes and looked at her blankly. It was no use talking to her, she just didn't believe it.

It was not until she remembered something she had seen before, wrote a "character", and asked its specific meaning that the other party was moved.

".It turns out that the prophecy is true, and the world is about to be destroyed."

The low murmur made Tu Qishan confused. How could she associate it with that? But then, the shop owner spoke.

Although it cannot be said to be a confession, he admitted that the organization was called "Shu'al", or also known as "Knowledge Keepers".

Tu Qishan was a little confused. She was the one who was "looking for an opportunity" to kill someone at any time, but why did she become so frank just after writing a single character?

"Because you have no way out. Haha, many of us got on the ship inexplicably, and had to get off the ship inexplicably."

As the old man spoke, Tu Qishan's face changed drastically. Only then did she realize that she had been tricked. The person who had written the characters before was probably planning to take her away with him.

"Look at me, I should be over 40 (the fox tribe has an average lifespan, with an upper limit of 12). In fact, I am younger than you. I can even call you big sister. I am and will soon die of old age."

The old man's words were filled with regret, helplessness, but also no regrets.

At least for now, he still doesn't think there was anything wrong with his original choice.

"Knowledge is poisonous, the poison of time."

In this world, sound waves containing information will not dissipate on their own, but words containing information will naturally transform into "time poison" once they enter the physical body.

Lu Ping'an and his group have always been unable to understand why the local lords have such strong control power. Can they easily succeed by banning text and preventing development?

After all, writing is one of the processes of civilization evolution. When the intelligence of intelligent creatures reaches a certain level, they will naturally find ways to record their knowledge and memories. Many ancient characters are pictographic, and can even be regarded as a kind of painting. This kind of "imitation" does not require any level of knowledge.

Maybe someone in a region or a village might use paintings to record their stories and knowledge. After a period of time, the murals/paintings turned into hieroglyphs, and then a new cultural circle continued to evolve.

When people around you find this "recording method" useful, they will naturally start to learn how to use it.

After being used to a certain extent, people who find "drawings" and "pictograms" troublesome will simplify them, eventually forming a convenient and easy-to-use local language.

This thing is a biological need, and it was banned so thoroughly and successfully that Lu Pingan and his companions could not understand why.

"No matter what kind of text it is, as long as it is a 'character' that contains information and is recognized by many people after a period of time, it will become a deadly poison that curses the world."

The old man was a little sad, he knew that he might not live past fifteen. What made him even more sad was that with the destruction of the world, the sacrifice of his own clan and people like him, was there really any meaning?

The more she listened, the angrier Tu Qishan became.

In this world, information and consciousness are of mass. Those who bear "text" will be cursed by the world and their life will be lost twice as much.

The more outstanding the scholars are, the faster they tend to die. They mature quickly, research quickly, and die quickly. In order to preserve their achievements, more "gravekeepers" die.

She was angry not because she was poisoned, but because she had been

"We are just ignorant shepherds. We must be foolish, simple and ignorant."

The world has used an extremely cruel method to ensure that the earthly world will remain unchanged for thousands of years. Those who have been poisoned by words will naturally accelerate their decline.

If they leave these things to their children, those children will die quickly, with each generation having shorter lifespans than the previous one.

“We are the cattle and sheep of God and the world. We are the dumbest ones with open eyes among a group of ignorant blind people. We are grave keepers, guarding the graves of our ancestors and our own graves.

Possessing writing and knowledge has become a sin in this world.

In this way, the world eliminates the possibility of the birth of "civilization" and keeps it in an efficient pasture state.

It is no wonder that those who descended from the upper realm would turn around and leave without hesitation after completing their mission. If they did not leave, they would quickly die here as they already have a certain amount of knowledge.

This seems unsolvable.

"We have recorded history. Civilization has actually been reshaped at least five times. Our race was once separated by races. Our race was once infertile. We have too much history and past."

As he spoke, more and more age spots appeared on the store manager's face.

He who imparts knowledge has committed a sin, and therefore he is hastening old age and death.

However, he no longer hesitated at this age, and enjoyed the body of an old man, and saw the hope of liberation for the "young man" who was always under the threat of death and decay.

"Since you have also been poisoned, can you keep watch for me? My knowledge is in the store. Those worn-out light tubes record the knowledge of our ancestors. We only need to use special light to illuminate it. My record is also in it, in that red headlight."

The "old man" and "young man" laughed. He had cursed himself countless times for enduring such a fate, but at this moment, he felt a little dazed, a little confused, and even a little happy.

".It turns out that what I fear most is not death, but that after death, no one will guard my 'tomb' and all my knowledge will be forgotten by time."

The old man was aging rapidly and seemed to be dying at this moment.

"I reject."

However, this female warrior righteously refused.

The old man was stunned at first, then he sighed, shook his head, and laughed again.

What he regrets is that the knowledge may be lost forever, and this "brave man" will destroy it.

He laughed,

"Even if my light goes out, there are still countless small lights on this river"

As he spoke, the old man closed his eyes and prepared to meet his fate.

But at this moment, a powerful vitality was directly poured into the old man's body.

He opened his eyes in surprise, only to see a pair of angry red pupils.

"You guard these tombs and this knowledge on your own, and as a brave warrior, I will protect you, the custodians of this knowledge."

The brave man seemed to have finally found the one he was protecting.

(End of this chapter)