How Am I Still Alive?

Tu Qishan was a little anxious. She hadn't seen the sun for too long.

She was a little angry, but not just because of herself.

"I hope it's not too late. Time is running out."

She was not talking about the time of the world. For her now, she wished that the world would die sooner.

"Be at ease. If your god is really as you said, he will take everything away."

Not long ago, in a lamp shop called Dawn, Tu Qishan saw the darkest reality of this world.

A fox man who looked like an old man received her as the manager of this shop. To be precise, the moment he saw the sword of the brave, he took out the dagger.

"Ding!"

If Tu Qishan was not strong, she really couldn't stop the dagger from stabbing the old fox man's neck!

Just one meeting, she chose to use her life to protect her secret.

However, facing a brave man who has reached the rule level, it is difficult for a mortal to die.

Even if the bondage is completed, the other party still said nothing, closing his eyes as if waiting to die.

Until Tu Qishan told her about her past and goals, the other party just opened his eyes and looked at her blankly. It was useless to say anything, he just didn't believe it.

It wasn't until she remembered something she had seen before, wrote a "character", and asked about its specific meaning that the other party was moved.

". It turns out that the prophecy is true, and the world is about to be destroyed."

The low murmur made Tu Qishan confused. How could she think of that? But then, the shopkeeper spoke.

Although it can't be called frank, he admitted that the organization was called "Shu'er", or also known as "Knowledge Gravekeeper".

Tu Qishan couldn't understand it a little. He was just a person who was "looking for an opportunity" to kill at any time. Why did he become so frank after just writing a character?

"Because you have no way out. Haha, many of us got on the ship inexplicably, and got off the ship inexplicably."

As the old man narrated, Tu Qishan's face changed drastically. She realized that she had been tricked. The person who wrote the characters before was probably planning to take her away with him.

"Look at me, I should be over 30 (the fox tribe has a medium lifespan, with an upper limit of 40). In fact, I am younger than you. I can even call you a big sister. I am 12 and will soon die of old age."

The old man's words were full of regret, helplessness, but no regrets.

At least now, he still didn't think there was anything wrong with his original choice.

"Knowledge is poisonous, the poison of time."

In this world, the sound waves containing information will not dissipate by themselves, but the text containing information. When it enters the flesh, it will naturally transform into "time poison".

Lu Ping'an and his party have always been a little confused. Are the local lords so powerful in control? Can they easily succeed by banning texts to prevent development?

After all, writing is one of the processes of civilization evolution. When the intelligence of intelligent creatures reaches a certain level, they will naturally find ways to record their knowledge and memories. Many of the ancient characters are pictographic characters, which can even be regarded as a kind of painting, and this kind of "imitation" does not require any knowledge level.

Maybe someone in a region or a village may use painting to record their stories and knowledge. After a period of time, the murals/paintings become pictographic characters, and then continue to evolve into new cultural circles.

When people around them find this "recording method" useful, they will naturally start to learn to use it.

After using it to a certain extent, people who find "painting" and "pictographic characters" troublesome will simplify them and eventually form convenient and easy-to-use local characters.

This thing is the need of living things. Lu Ping'an and his party cannot understand why it is so thoroughly and successfully banned.

"No matter what kind of text, as long as it is a 'character' with information, and after being formed for a period of time and recognized by many people, it will become a poisonous curse of the world."

The old man was a little sad. He knew that he might not live past fifteen. What made him even more sad was that with the destruction of the world, the sacrifice of his own clan and people like him, is it really meaningful?

The more she listened, the angrier Tu Qishan became.

In this world, information and consciousness are of quality. Those who bear the "words" will be cursed by the world, and their lives will be lost twice as much.

The more outstanding the scholars are, the faster they tend to die. They mature quickly, study quickly, and die quickly. In order to preserve their achievements, more "gravekeepers" die.

She was angry not because she was poisoned, but because of the countless years

"We are just ignorant shepherds. We must be ignorant, simple, and ignorant."

The world has determined the unchanging world of the earth in an extremely cruel way. Those who bear the poison of words will naturally accelerate their decline.

If they leave these things to their children, those children will also die quickly, and each generation will be shorter than the previous one.

"We are the cattle and sheep of God and the world. We are the dumbest ones with open eyes among a group of ignorant blind people. We are grave keepers, guarding the graves of our ancestors and our own graves.

Having writing and knowledge has become a sin in this world.

In this way, the world has eliminated the possibility of the birth of "civilization" and kept it in an efficient pasture state.

It is no wonder that those who descended from the upper realm would turn around and leave without hesitation after completing their tasks. If they did not leave, they would quickly die here as they already had a certain amount of knowledge.

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This seems to be unsolvable

"We have recorded history, and civilization has actually been reshaped at least five times. Our races were once separated by races, and our races were once unable to reproduce. We have too much history and past."

As he spoke, the store manager's face had more and more age spots.

He committed a crime by passing on knowledge, so he was accelerating his aging and death.

However, he no longer hesitated at this age, and enjoyed the old body, and the "young man" who was always under the threat of death and decay saw the hope of liberation.

"Since you are also poisoned, can you keep it for me? My knowledge is in the store, and the knowledge of the ancestors is recorded in those worn-out lamps. It only needs to be reflected with special light. My record is also in it, it is the red headlight"

The "old man" and "young man" laughed. He cursed himself countless times for bearing such a fate, but at this time, he was a little dazed, a little confused, and even a little happy.

".It turns out that what I fear most is not death, but that after death, no one will guard my 'tomb', and all the knowledge will be forgotten by time."

The old man is aging rapidly, and it seems that he will die at this moment.

"I refuse."

But the female hero refused righteously.

The old man was stunned at first, then sighed, shook his head, and laughed again.

What he regretted was that the knowledge might be cut off, and this "hero" would destroy it.

What he laughed at was

"Even if my lamp goes out, there are still countless small lamps on this river"

As he said, the old man closed his eyes and prepared to meet his fate.

But at this time, a strong vitality directly poured into the old man's body.

He opened his eyes in surprise, but saw a pair of angry red pupils.

"You guard these tombs and this knowledge yourself, and as a hero, I will protect you, the custodians of this knowledge."

The hero seemed to have finally found the object of his protection.