Returning From Level 900

Since ancient times, the three major causes of reducing the average life expectancy of human beings and reducing the population are: war, famine, and plague.

After Wang Wen entered the checkpoint, I had seen the first two.

Now finally came across the third one.

So many people died in famine, and the corpses were left untreated or even cannibalized. This situation has buried huge hidden dangers.

Originally, the dispersion of refugees may not have been so serious.

Now the four major water sources concentrate grain.

A large number of victims gathered together.

After a day or two of fermentation, it finally broke out.

Wang Wen "flyed" to check over a grain field.

There are a lot of people dying down there every second.

Falling down in rows like hard door panels.

The scene is shocking, like purgatory on earth.

A few people next to Zhu Xingguo watched in shock.

Cheng Que couldn't bear to look away, and sighed with a trembling voice: "How could this happen!"

Wang Wen shook his head: "The previous disaster was too serious, many people even ate corpses, not to mention snakes, worms, mice and ants. Smaller mice were caught and stuffed directly into their mouths without even handling them. The hidden dangers were buried long ago. Now it just happened to burst out."

That's what he said.

There was another thought in my mind.

The so-called "coincidental", which is too coincidental.

Sooner or later, it happens to be stuck on a node that is ready to be cleared.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands were preventing him from passing the level.

This is not the first time this strange feeling has appeared.

It is said that the World Tower does not welcome any tower climbers, and it is normal to block it.

But I have never seen such a situation where I was stuck and stared at me in my last life.

So unreasonable!

Wang Wen pondered silently, listening to a few people's emotions, "If people are in a hurry, they can do anything."

He turned his head and asked Zhu Xingguo, "Is there any medicine in your skills?"

Without Wang Wen reminding Zhu Xingguo, he was already looking at [Equivalent Exchange]. He looked at the list in the skill and replied, "There are only some common anti-inflammatory drugs, no antibiotics."

Speaking of which.

Zhu Xingguo looked at the crowd below, and said to Wang Wen with an embarrassed expression: "Master, even if there are antibiotics, the amount I copy every day is not enough to save so many people, right? The scale is too large, at least several million. patients..."

By now.

In fact, there is a word that has been wandering in everyone's mind.

Get out of the tower!

As Zhu Xingguo said, this time the scale is too huge.

It can no longer be solved by manpower.

Wang Wen stroked the scepter.

I calculated quickly in my heart.

With his current energy, if he swears to forcibly cure all those infected with the plague, I am afraid the number will be terrifyingly large.

According to the fatality rate, the consumption of trying to treat those infected will not be much less than robbing people from the king of hell.

Even if the physique of most of the farts is not high and the energy consumption is not as much as the previous pawns, at least one percent cannot escape.

A person is one percent.

One thousand people has exceeded Wang Wen's existing energy count.

Not to mention millions of patients.

If the [Heaven and Human Unity] was activated to devour the world and save people, it would take about 60,000 minutes to treat one million patients based on the speed of 6 minutes when the energy limit was not exceeded before.

Nearly 42 days!

Wang Wen, who had calculated this number, couldn't help but sighed in his heart: Saving people is much harder than killing people.

Think about the options available at hand.

It seems really incomprehensible.

Wang Wen silently looked at the people below who were constantly dying, and the relatives around them who had finally waited until they had food to eat, but were still separated from each other, and fell to the ground and wept in grief.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

If you can't complete the progress by yourself, it is nothing more than leaving the tower.

So.

What about these people?

The medicine here is so backward, if there is no external force for treatment, it seems that only death awaits them.

Wang Wen frowned.

Look up to the sky.

If there is a giant hand who has arranged all this in order to prevent itself, forcing millions of innocent lives to die hopelessly.

seem.

That giant hand is somewhat unforgivable.

Unconsciously, Wang Wen has regarded the local indigenous people in the tower world as his own life form.

It also seems to overlook the life and death of the world from the perspective of God.

The "progress" that I didn't care about touched the softness in my heart and turned into wisps of emotion called "compassion".

At this moment.

He let go of his obsession with customs clearance.

Just simply want to do something for the poor lives below.

Wang Wen turned his head.

Look at Moran.

Mo Ran was startled.

Hesitantly asked, "What's wrong?"

Wang Wen said, "If I remember correctly, your special authority is to temporarily leave the tower once, right?"

Mo Ran nodded thoughtfully: "You want me to... go out of the tower to find someone to help?"

"Go to Lao Chen, get more people to brainstorm and find a solution to the large-scale plague." Wang Wen pointed at the people below, and said firmly: "This time, these people, no matter how difficult it is, I want to try to save them. Last rescue."

The people around were a little stunned.

Zhu Xingguo, Cheng Queyi and the skinny boy all looked at Wang Wen worriedly.

Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought about it.

Nod in response.

Wang Wen manipulated the energy to put him on a safe ground, and watched him use special authority to turn into white light and exit the tower.

He led the crowd to "fly" to the top of the remote uninhabited area.

Hanging between heaven and earth, open [Heaven and Human Unity] and swear.

There is no way for Wang Wen to cure everyone in a short time.

But he can try to hold off everyone's illness and not die so quickly.

then.

All beings in the "Progress Nation" saw a gray tornado that pierced through the sky.

No matter how far away it is, it is impossible to ignore the gray line that goes straight into the sky.

The new emperor, who was staring at the memorial and frowning anxiously in the palace, hesitated whether to issue an order to seal the city.

He knew that once the order was given.

In those cities where the plague occurred, the people were left to die.

With the existing medical conditions, the closure of the city is not to save people, but to let the people perish with the plague.

But if not closed.

The panicked crowd will spread the plague to a larger area.

At that time.

Medicine stone does not work.

If you want the world to return to normal, you can only wait for all infected people to develop immunity on their own.

Or all dead.

The young emperor was very sad.

He never imagined that he would encounter such a headache just after taking the throne.

The middle-aged Martial Saint, who was accustomed to taking him by his side, comforted him: "Your Majesty, maybe you can consult with an expert to see if there is a solution?"

The young man put down his memorial~www.wuxiahere.com~ and rubbed his forehead lightly.

Slowly pacing outside the hall, looking at the distant sky and sighing: "The masters helped me lay down several times the territory in a short period of time, and solved the famine for many years. They have done enough. I really don't want to bother them anymore."

The middle-aged Wu Sheng also sighed slightly.

did not speak.

Quietly accompany the youth.

Staring silently into the distance.

look at.

His eyes narrowed.

Looking at somewhere in the sky, a gray line connecting the sky and the earth is puzzled: "Huh? That's it?"

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