I have a cave of evil

This story is actually a small math problem. I forget whether I read it on "Reader" or "Youth Digest". Anyway, Zhu Yao has a very profound influence.

The protagonists of the story are said to be Archimedes and the king, and others are said to be Liu Bowen and Zhu Yuanzhang. No matter who they are, the plot is the same.

The general idea is that a long time ago, there was a king who loved to play chess. One day when he was playing chess with his ministers, he had a whim and said: "If you can beat me today, I will promise you one request, anything."

The minister played chess with the king every day and deliberately lost. With this sentence today, he decided to win.

As a result, the king kept his word and asked the minister what he wanted.

The minister said: "What I want is actually very simple, Your Majesty. There are 64 grids in this board. You put one grain of rice on the first grid, two grains of rice on the second grid, and four grains of rice on the third grid." , and so on, put the corresponding number of meters in each grid, until the 64th grid is filled, I will be satisfied."

The king was very happy when he heard that, "You are not asking too much!"

So he called the Minister of Food, and after calculating in this way, he was dumbfounded.

An astronomical figure appeared.

This is the classic multiplication principle.

Sitting on the sledge, Zhu Yao had nothing to do and recounted the story again.

Based on the calculation of 600 grains of ordinary rice as 50 grams, a summation formula of geometric series is made, and the total weight is finally calculated to be about 15000 trillion tons.

In 2020, the world's rice production will only be over 5 million tons.

It's pretty scary.

In the late stage of the development of the evil cave, the experience value required for leveling up must also be an astronomical figure.

Zhu Yao shook his head, trying to get the useless worries out of his mind, but suddenly he saw a smear of red in the jungle, straightened up with a "bass", and his eyes became sharp.

The big trees in the jungle were swaying here and there, and were pressed down by the thick snow, but they still stretched out their thin branches and pierced the sky arrogantly.

A blood-red wild wolf as big as a bison opened its mouth slightly, and the stinky saliva gradually dripped into the snow along the gap between the sharp teeth.

blood wolf.

If the big beetles hadn't suddenly taken over the village before, they would have been the first enemy the Bone Tribe faced.

Zhu Yao manipulated the skeleton to confront the blood wolf head-on, while he kept looking around from the corner of his eyes.Wolves are good at hunting in groups. When you see a wolf, you may be surrounded by a pack of wolves.

The two sides confronted each other for several minutes, and the blood wolf spewed out a puff of heat, gradually backed away unwillingly, and disappeared from Zhu Yao's sight.

one?

Zhu Yao's face was solemn, wondering if this was the blood wolf's scheme.

I didn't dare to move for a moment.

After a long time, Zhu Yao, who finally realized that he was fighting wits and courage with the air, let out a long breath, feeling the coldness behind him, and he was actually sweating white hair from fright.

Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and Zhu Yao continued to follow the original route, feeling relieved just now, looking around from time to time, always feeling that a pack of blood wolves was following behind.

This defense lasted for two days and one night, and it was confirmed that the blood wolves did not follow him.

The sun was setting and the moon had not yet risen. It was the darkest time of the day, and Zhu Yao returned to the place he traveled through—the Blood Skull Sacrificial Field.

Spread out the map, swipe twice with your finger to find the current location, Zhu Yao couldn't help but sigh:

"Big Bear Tribe."

This map was drawn by Santa from his memory. It is not accurate, but it marked the approximate location of all the tribes around the Panmang tribe where the original body was.

There used to be a big bear tribe in this sacrificial field, but now it has been reduced to ruins.

The Bloodhead Tribe destroyed all the buildings, and the ruins stood upright in the snow, like broken stone statues, telling the visitors stubbornly that there were people who lived here.

The sacrificial pit has been filled, but a large area is still sunken in the ground, even if it is covered with snow, it can be seen at a glance.The snow centipede sneaked over, and after a while came back with a severed arm in its mouth, threw it in front of Zhu Yao, and twisted its body to ask for help.

Zhu Yao knocked on its hard carapace, walked a few steps, and stood in front of a wooden stake, lost in memory.

This is the stake to which he was tied.

He still remembered that when he first crossed over, there was a very cute little girl tied to a wooden stake beside her. Her skin was white, like fine white jade, shining delicately in the sun.

Too bad it was already a corpse.

Same as the original body, scared to death.

He stroked the dent on the stake, which was left by Santa cutting the rope when he rescued him, and there was a dark red circle around it, which was the blood on the blade at that time.

"If I hadn't time-traveled, I should have started school now!"

Zhu Yao fell into memory.

The private vocational school is in a mess, and the leaders are all in line with money.As long as the students don't kill anyone, the school will calm down.

In Zhu Yao's view, it is a place where a group of lawless children who cannot be managed by the family are temporarily taken there.

Students muddle along, and so do teachers.

That kind of life is simply terrible, without any sense of accomplishment, like falling into a rotten mud pond, killing fighting spirit, and then gradually rotting and stinking.

He joined the job for three months, and four teachers left in the office successively, and the longest tenure was only one year.

"Originally, I wanted to take the exam while dawdling."

Zhu Yao let out a long sigh, "It ended up in this ghost place. Compared with here, it's nothing serious for a student to beat a teacher."

Yes, the bullying of the trash students in that trash school even developed to the point where they dared to beat the teachers.

"I really hope to bring that group of students here to see the scene of life and death."

Thinking of the scene where the students were so frightened that they would pee their pants, Zhu Yao laughed out loud, startling a crowd of birds.

"what!!!"

A scream interrupted Zhu Yao's memory.

He searched for his reputation, and there was a dark child sitting on the ground. The snow centipede propped up its upper body, its mouthparts were rustling, and it was slowly approaching the child.

survivor?

People from the blood head tribe?

Zhu Yao's eyes rolled slightly, thinking about his heart, he picked up a clod that was frozen hard, threw it at the snow centipede, and shouted: "Let go of that child."

Secretly ordered the snow centipede to leave.

The clod hit the snow centipede, and the snow centipede screamed at Zhu Yao, turned around and rushed into the snow.

Zhu Yao stepped forward quickly, pretending to be worried, and asked, "Are you all right? What tribe are you from? Why did you run outside alone in the cold weather? What should you do if you are in danger?"

The child was about seven or eight years old, with dark skin, only a piece of dirty animal skin wrapped around his body, bare hands and feet, with large areas of frostbite on it.

His eyes especially stopped for a while on the metal throwing spear on Zhu Yao's back, with a hostile expression on his face, he grabbed two spears and raised them towards Zhu Yao's eyes, and thumped into the ruins without a trace.

Zhu Yao blocked the snow, stood where he was, touched the metal throwing spear with his backhand, and smiled.

"A very vigilant boy."

"Go, Snow Centipede. Find their hiding place. It's lucky to find survivors when we first arrived."

A long mark raised slightly on the snow surface, followed the child's footprints, and disappeared into the ruins.