Chapter 2457 A bunch of bad things 9
Mo Ming was still standing next to him: "These ants who are wasting resources are just surviving and have no value in existence. Why not clean them up and give the place to your believers."
Indeed, this side is crowded, dirty, and chaotic; the other side is pastoral, kind, and simple.
Maybe we should give it another chance. Isn’t it true that some planes came up with the “Ten Commandments”? Since the laws designated by humans have no effect, the divine commandments given by gods can always be restrained, right?
At this time, something happened again down there. I don’t know what it was. Several people were gathered around smoking. Two of them got into a conflict. From one punch to the other, they became more and more fierce. The people next to me didn't bother, but watched the fun with a smile. The last person's eyes turned red. He grabbed the iron skewer used by the roasted rat vendor to skewer the rats next to him, and thrust it through the other person's eyes.
Ouch... Xining couldn't bear to watch this. This man was going to die completely.
Sure enough, the man fell down directly and lost his breath. There was an iron stick stuck in the eye socket, and a stream of blood came out from the exposed end of the iron stick, and then blood started to drip from his nose and ears.
The murderer was stunned, looked at others passing by, checked his breath, and then looked at the other eye that had always been intact. The pupils of his eyes dilated, so he said: "Dead."
Mortal skin is so fragile, just one moment, karma.
"What should I do?" Several people looked at each other.
Suddenly someone came up with an idea: "If I don't sell it, my brain is broken, but my stuff is fine. I can exchange it for a box of wine or a carton of cigarettes."
Suddenly these people's eyes lit up, and they came up with ideas while taking action.
The speed must be fast, otherwise if others see it, they will have to pay for it. As soon as the words came out, the vendor roasting rat meat next to him came over and said that the iron pick was his. Before he could continue, the others agreed to give him a share as well.
If it drags on any longer, more people may come to share.
Two people set up the body one on the left and the other on the right, but it was still a bit obvious. In order to prove that he should divide the money, the vendor gritted his teeth and pulled out the iron stick inserted in his eye socket. As a result, one eyeball came out, and some people immediately retched, but nothing came out. There was smoke in their stomachs, which was almost nothing.
So two of them cleared the way, two broke up, and two carried the body away.
Occasionally, people would look over, but they wouldn't say anything. Fighting was common here.
Xi Ning did not follow him. When he arrived at the black market, he would probably have seen these people beaming with the supplies they had exchanged for the corpses, with their faces filled with the joy of a good harvest.
The moral collapse was so complete that just now they were taking turns smoking, but within five minutes they killed their companions, and everyone exchanged them for things.
Mo Ming: "Either there is an earthquake and the whole place collapses. Or you can spend some points and send this place directly to the magma layer in the center of the earth. The pits left behind will slowly recover. If there are no pits, it will be fine. Spend some more points... …”
Wait, wait, Xi Ning is really drunk. This is a big deal, after all, so many lives are involved.
By the way, there are still two hours left before the scheduled time, so go see what the top management is doing.
In the conference room, after a night of discussions and decisions, the basic plan has been finalized and is being reviewed one by one.
A beautiful and long-legged female secretary read: "Article 21: We will set up a symbol representing the gods on the top of each building. The symbol will be coated with 24K pure gold and shine in the sun. At night Use lights to make it bright day and night so that every resident can see it.”
Then the elders pressed the voting machines in their hands, and "beep~" the final result came out.
Female secretary: "It was unanimously approved. Article 22: We will hold a poetry contest to praise the gods every year. The winners will receive generous bonuses, and the winner's poetry will be used as the hymn of praise for that year. Everyone must be able to sing it. No. Participants will be severely punished. ”
"Du~"
"Unanimous vote, Article 23..."
Xining couldn't listen anymore. Mo Ming pulled out the information on the female secretary's tablet and she went directly to read it. Looking at it one by one, the first few are pretty good. They control the population, gradually equalize property, and strengthen personal moral construction.
But when it came to the eighth article, maybe in order to please her, he started to hear the terms, such as building temples, offering sacrifices, rediscovering the names of the gods, etc. The god's recovery plan.
A total of seventy or eighty articles were written, covering all aspects of worshiping gods from pregnancy to death.
Being drunk again, this was too much.
Why do you want so many vain things? I just want you to live a good life and everyone to live a good life.
As for faith, as long as you have kind thoughts in your heart and think of my sister from time to time. It doesn’t have to be every day. It starts as soon as you open your eyes. When dressing, eating, bathing, even if you are shy, you should greet your sister and the gods by their names.
Looking at these elders, they pressed the button of agreement with numb expressions. They were also tired. They didn't sleep all night. Until now, they relied on medicine to stay awake, but their efforts were not in reality.
Everyone takes it for granted that my sister wants something. Even though she sometimes covets vanity and faith, she is the main god!
Are God’s thoughts so difficult to guess?
She left the conference room directly and went to the next room. This is a large conference room where dozens of high-level staff sit and relax with refreshing drinks.
Some were resting and chatting.
"We need to build temples, erect signs, offer sacrifices every day, and hold singing competitions with high bonuses. Where will the money come from?" This man looked sad and looked like he was in charge of money.
"The other side doesn't want organs. When they are sick, they go to the mountains to pick herbs, and when they are very sick, they pray. If the gods don't save them, they think their lives are like this. Otherwise, our medicine can get a lot of resources."
"You are thinking too much. We will wait until the time comes. Get over this hurdle first. They don't want it, and our consumption is still quite large. The higher authorities are considering allowing open brain transplantation."
"What?" Suddenly a few people with sharp ears became interested and came over one after another.
"Shh~" The man made a silent gesture: "I'm thinking about it. When I really run out of money, I'll..."
"In this case, wouldn't we be immortal?" His eyes were bright.
"You have to take some risks, your body will reject you." The man said with a bit of pride, "You can look for a good body when you have time."
Mo Ming explained: "The cloning technology is not perfect yet, so the cloned body or organs will age quickly. So they still use allogeneic transplantation."
That is to say, if brain transplantation is opened up, the brain can be transplanted into other healthy bodies, just like taking away the body, and immortality can indeed be achieved.
Controlling the population may be just talk, after all, there are not many genes that can be matched. Then the people at the bottom will live a humbler life, and the resources for survival will be reduced. As for the lack of things, the gods will be blamed.
Because worshiping gods requires money, resources are reduced.
There is still one hour left and the time is up. But she decided that enough was enough.
"Mo Ming, help me contact Hope, don't let others know."
As time passed by, the elders and senior officials were all in the history museum, watching the countdown on the screen.
In order to please the goddess, I specially replaced a good-looking young male secretary. I hope it will be painted and oiled, and it will be shiny next to it.
When all the numbers returned to "0", there was silence in the hall, and everyone's heart beat violently.