How Am I Still Alive?

As a new team, Lu Ping'an's team has always been full of action.

The gates of the Silver City were opened, and a large number of "beast carts" spread out in all directions. They will become the tentacles and sentinels of Lu Ping'an's forces.

Lu Ping'an has actually developed war vehicles for this world, but these beast-drawn carts are more "traditional" and cheaper. The budgets of those temporary teams that are responsible for their own profits and losses are still quite limited.

On one of the vehicles, there is a group with a brave man as the core.

Entering the wilderness and smelling the familiar wind, the brave Tu Qishan was a little confused.

The days on the "Ark of Salvation" were not long. In less than two months, she still worked overtime every day, which was not easy. But every day, she felt the baptism of her worldview and common sense. Sometimes she would sigh that she was like heaven, and sometimes she felt inexplicably inferior. What was she in the past?

A good tool, a good sword to eliminate unstable factors.

She subconsciously recalled whether there were intellectuals or protesters among the unstable factors that she had "eliminated" in the past.

Sometimes, she wanted to go back to the past, back to the carefree countryside era. Perhaps, as a village girl, living that short and pure life would be good for the whole world.

"Sir, we have arrived at our destination."

The sudden sound of a vehicle brought her back to her senses.

She looked out the window. Outside, besides the barren land that was still empty, a "city" appeared.

"This is not worthy of being called a city."

The mud walls piled up to about two meters are the city walls. The low stone houses have no wooden doors or glass windows. In the city, not to mention the stone ground and roads, even the gravel and mud are not cleaned up.

The specially made "carriage" is no different from the outside when driving on this road. There are no shops or pedestrians on both sides of the road. The few shops only have necessities such as food and clothes.

"These shops are still hung with the badges of local lords."

At this moment, the female warrior thought of the so-called class and exploitation for the first time. Thinking of animal husbandry, she recalled that the rich people in the past had some relationship with the upper class, and her villagers seemed to have been foolishly using agricultural products for more than half a year in exchange for expensive cloth, processed food and tools.

It seems that in her past memories, farmers should be inferior to others, paying taxes while being trapped on the land for a lifetime.

"It's not even the feudal era. Even small handicrafts are monopolized. Just like the teacher on Earth said, it's more like the tribal chiefs and slaves of primitive tribes."

At this moment, walking in the "big city" in her past memories, Tu Qishan felt uncomfortable all over.

Unlike the information she saw in the courtyard, there are no store names or road signs here. The simple portraits are the only guide, and she foolishly thought it should be so in the past.

She remembered that during a siege of the "cultists", the enemy was not only pitifully weak, but also found a lot of papers with strange characters. She thought it was some evil ritual.

"Ugh."

The intense pain came, and the female warrior who covered her stomach was eroded by a strong sense of vomiting and guilt.

She remembered the eyes that never closed, and the characters that the "cultist" wrote on the ground at the end.

"Is that a... what word?"

Somewhat confused, she inexplicably wanted to know what was written on those pieces of paper.

Is it the mystery of knowledge, the memory of nature, or the hatred of the lord.

"Maybe, I can collect it and reorganize it. This is the legacy of our civilization."

Compared with others, Tu Qishan of the third generation of heroes is simple and powerful, and is the most trusted one.

Even because of her good talent, the local royal family hopes to let her be included in the blood of their own ethnic group. As a result, she is given more opportunities to perform confidential tasks, and she has always been "pure" enough.

There was more than one similar killing. She remembered that there were several other hunts with similar pieces of paper and characters.

"Could it be that this world already has writing, but it is only passed on privately."

This is very important. With writing and records, there may be history and inheritance.

An inexplicable impulse and sense of mission surged in her heart. Perhaps, she could find the inheritance of writing before the end of the world, at least, she could find those "scholars" who were lurking.

"Wait."

She suddenly asked to stop the car. She saw a sign outside an oil lamp shop, which depicted an oil lamp and looked familiar.

That seemed a bit like a symbol, like the bloody words written by the old scholar at the end.

"Dawn Lamp Shop. Does that character refer to dawn?"

"Will the sky of this world finally be bright?"

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"Don't you control their actions at all? You don't care about their possible achievements?"

For those brave men and warriors, Lu Ping'an really has no management.

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He just provided various intelligence resources, some cheap weapons and equipment, and various knowledge and technical support.

But he still did not give specific instructions. As a boss behind the scenes, he seemed too Buddhist.

"Who said that? I care a lot. Of course, investment must have returns, otherwise it will be a loss."

It's one thing to say, but from the expression, Lu Ping'an doesn't care.

"Can their actions alone bring benefits?"

"Heh, this is more in line with my logic. I'm looking forward to what they can do with my investment."

Loss? Not likely. Even if they really die, Lu Ping'an is able to recover the cost.

And as long as one of them really gets the "result", even if all other investments are lost, Lu Ping'an feels it's worth it.

"Now is the end of the world, the time of reckoning of cause and effect entanglement. Those brave men often carry blood and with my blessing, what will happen to the protagonists of this world is really worth looking forward to."

Is it a new spell? The unique rules of the entity? The lost civilization and treasure of this world?

The distorted generation now should not be the original civilization of this world. After all, no one will take the initiative to cut themselves. They should have been destroyed and suffered losses, and took the initiative to adjust to this state.

Maybe, something can be dug out.

In a sense, Lu Ping'an today is also a qualified behind-the-scenes mastermind.

He can really play the long game to catch big fish, release those baits, and even if all are lost, he can fully bear the loss.

Did the heroes who were entangled by fate really get nothing? Lu Ping'an didn't think this would happen.

"Give them more support and get the airship troops moving to increase their mobility. Time is too precious now."

When the world was destroyed, the chaotic water had been boiled, and the things that had sunk to the bottom of the water would naturally float up.