Crow's Paradise

There are no pollutants near him, except...

An upright rat stood in his field of vision, standing in the shadows of the street corner.

Such a scene made Yao Yan couldn't help but wonder——

Why would he leave that world faster than himself.

As for the operation of his disguised form being seen?

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was nothing to worry about.

After all, this matter has long been exposed from all aspects.

Lao Jia has watched him use his abilities many times. Lao Jia himself should know a lot about his abilities. He just knows the issue of more and less.

Compared with these, Yao Yan was more concerned about the ice blue feather and Lao Jia returning earlier than him.

Facing his inquiry, Lao Jia's originally expressionless face showed only a scrutinizing look.

He is using his own ability, the ability to judge value.

Immediately, Yao Yan adjusted several values ​​related to this issue.

When he began to consider giving up asking this "irrelevant" question, Lao Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"You did not lie. My ability will not have much effect on you."

"You can go the other way and sell the things I think are worthless at a high price and the things I think are valuable at a low price?"

Lao Jia glanced at him, turned around, and walked deeper into the chaotic streets with his cane:

"I don't do business that I'm not sure about."

"Oh, I didn't expect you, Lao Jia, to be a steady person."

Yaoyan's crow's beak opened and closed, and his emotionless voice uttered words that did not fit his voice.

This situation made Lao Jia pause slightly.

At this time, Yao Yan also returned to the topic:

"What happened to that winged man's feathers?"

Lao Jia turned his head and then turned his head again:

"What's your price?"

"Oh, so that's the trick. Why don't you just estimate and bid yourself and let me bid?"

At this time, Yao Yan, whose value judgment on this issue had declined a lot, responded:

"The words "Yanren's corpse" are really level."

Lao Jia was silent for a moment and then said:

“The phenomenal level.”

"make a deal."

Yao Yan, who has reached the effect level, has become closer to the value judgment of reality and phenomenon level.

After scanning his body back and forth, Lao Jia turned his head and said as he walked:

"It should be 'Silent Angel' 'Ziller.'"

"Silent Angel?"

Yao Yan didn't care whether his outspoken words would affect the other party's thinking. He had no intention of letting the other party treat him as a polluter with a background like he did with Lou Lan.

Lao Jia, who obviously had too many assumptions about him, looked at him deeply for a moment after hearing this, and then replied:

"The Silent Angel, the high-ranking receiver of Frost City."

"In Frost City, inmates of different sizes and levels will have different names."

"The original one was the Frost Angel at the real level, and at the regular level, it was called the Silent Angel."

"Wing people are just the name of ordinary humans who have been assimilated by the Silent Angels, or they are the derogatory name of other races for the creatures of Frost City."

As if explaining to someone who knew nothing, Lao Jia spoke in a low voice.

Yao Yan still knew a little about the names of Yiren and Frost City Angels, as they were included in the "basic knowledge" before.

What Yao Yan cared about was "assimilation."

This word and the angel came together, and his first thought was to preach.

This word is immediately related to "communication".

Moreover, this word should be related to the feathers he used to control with the Shadow Crow before...

And Yao Yan didn't mince words and asked directly:

"Is pollution a force at the level of law?"

This time, Lao Jia stopped completely and turned around:

"Why do you think cities like Yancheng, Haicheng, and Shuangcheng are in that shape? And we loners have different shapes?"

Lao Jia seemed to have given up guessing about his background and his intended actions. He did not observe his actions and just explained aloud:

"Containers and contaminants at the regular level can transform other living creatures and the surrounding environment into a form consistent with them on a large scale."

He looked at Yao Yan:

"If I had been in Yancheng, I would have turned into a wooden rat."

He said, turning his head and looking into the distance:

“Human beings in the old days were social animals. Their consciousnesses would influence each other and use various methods to assimilate the surrounding individuals into a spiritual consciousness that is consistent with or close to their own.”

Have it?

Although Yao Yan already answered yes when he asked himself in his mind, many details are still worthy of careful consideration.

But he didn't interrupt.

But the more Lao Jia talked, the less it seemed like he was explaining, but that he had found some outlet.

His voice became deeper and his speaking speed became a little faster:

"One container or contaminated body assimilates other hosts or contaminated bodies, and these assimilated and contaminated objects will become new sources."

As he spoke, he seemed to be filled with anger:

"Pollutants are prone to change and their form is difficult to stabilize, so it is still relatively difficult to form a large-scale similar environment."

"But the inmates are different. Their assimilation will even cause the spiritual core form of other inmates to change and become a carbon copy."

As he spoke, the emotion in his rat eyes quickly faded, because of the indifference and cold chill:

"After the inmates reach the regular level, the assimilation phenomenon will continue to accumulate and expand."

Yao Yan probably understood.

To use a concrete example of biological genes, the container is a copying behavior that will not or is extremely difficult to mutate, while the polluter is a mutation.

No, that's not quite right. It should be that the contaminated body or the recipient will form a new concept due to the combination of the pollution concept and the original concept, and the contaminated body and containment assimilated by the containment body will be overwritten, inheriting the concept of the source of assimilation, and losing it. own concept.

Yao Yan, who understood Lao Jia's words, was about to say something when he heard Lao Jia's next sentence, which became increasingly cold:

"Is there anything else you want to ask?"

There are so many questions I want to ask.

After a short pause, Yao Yan asked another question.

"Why isn't Zhoushan assimilated by pollution?"

But after hearing these words, he saw Lao Jia's extremely indifferent gaze:

"Because Mount Buzhou is the legacy of Mr. Kuai. This place should have been a paradise for us polluters."

His cold voice seemed to spread out:

"The power of pollutants will continue to influence each other, creating more powerful pollutants."

"However, that group of pollutants broke into this place after Mr. Almost disappeared."

"They're parasitic here."

As Lao Jia spoke, his voice suddenly returned to its normal state:

"If you are interested, you can visit these places."

"The traces left by one of the most powerful Containers who was killed by Mr. Almost."

"Oh, by the way, his name is 'Hierarchy'."

"But it's more likely to be 'class'."

“But I lean most towards ‘standards’.”

When Lao Jia's figure disappeared into the shadows of the street, Yao Yan's eyes couldn't help but fixate on a few passes on the ground.