Life Copy Game

Chapter 1203 Weeds in the Wilderness (please vote for the big chapter)

"Are you a Wiccan?"

Before He Ao could answer, Xia, who was beside He Ao, looked at the old man in front of her and asked in confusion.

She held the palm of her hand, and her fingertips pressed against the skin until it turned white.

"yes,"

Weiken took his eyes away from He Ao, glanced at Sia, glanced at her city defense army combat uniform and heroic cheeks, and smiled, "Little girl, are you a wilderness wanderer?"

Then he paused and analyzed to himself, "Your eyes are full of wildness. Generally speaking, girls from slums will also have such wildness, but their wildness is easier to hide, and they look harmless to humans and animals." , like a stray cat.

"The girl in the wilderness has been fighting with nature since she was a child. She is more fierce and outgoing, more like an untamed wild cat."

Hearing Wiccan's words, Sia opened her mouth slightly, subconsciously wanting to say something. She was a little surprised that Wiccan recognized her identity, but this was not the focus of her attention, nor was it the topic she wanted to talk about, but When the words came to her lips, she took them back.

She raised her head and turned to look at He Ao beside her.

He Ao nodded slightly, indicating that she could continue to say what she wanted to say.

So she took a breath, looked at the old man in the dense forest again, and asked with a slightly trembling voice, "I heard that controlling the resources of wilderness wanderers and arranging for wilderness wanderers to enter the mountains and forests to explore are all matters. Did you make it?"

"certainly."

Wicken smiled gently, as if he was talking about some achievement that he was proud of.

"Don't you know a lot of people will die?"

Seeing his expression, Shia lost control for a moment, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her voice rose slightly, as if the surge of emotions burst out at this moment,

"Haven't you seen the corpses covering the mountains and forests, the people who were bitten to pieces by monsters, and the people who lacked supplies and couldn't survive the winter and froze to death and starved to death?"

She seemed to realize her gaffe, suppressed her trembling voice, and took a deep breath, "What grudge do you have against us?"

"Strictly speaking, I have no grudge against the Wilderness Wanderers,"

Wiken looked at the short-haired girl who was losing her temper and said with a smile, "Does a gardener have any grudge against the flowers and plants he trims?"

Hearing this answer, the short-haired girl was slightly startled, as if she didn't expect such an answer, and her eyes were a little confused.

He Ao lowered his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him calmly.

"For me,"

Wicken shrugged, as if describing a commonplace thing, "A wanderer in the wilderness is no different from the weeds growing in the yard.

"The purpose of the Wilderness Wanderers' existence is to provide certain supplies for the group's caravans traveling through the trade routes near Mingte City. In this regard, you have a positive meaning, so I also allow you to live around.

"but,"

He raised his hand slightly and said with some regret, "Once your life becomes too 'comfortable', you will expand and multiply, and some people will begin to try to challenge the established order, attack caravans, and seize resources.

"Or you may unite and try to obtain more benefits from the group's caravan. Therefore, when there are more of you, problems will easily arise."

He sighed softly, "Just like the lawn in the yard, it can certainly add a touch of green to my yard, but if they are allowed to grow disorderly, they will be messy and can sting people, so they need to be trimmed regularly. ”

"so,"

Shia looked at Wiccan in confusion, "Those dangerous 'missions' were actually for..."

"Yes, it's actually to 'prune' your numbers. Only by keeping your numbers within a suitable range can the caravan have a place to supply, but also prevent the caravan from being attacked, and keep the entire trade route in a A stage of maximum efficiency.”

Wiccan gently shook his fur coat and said with a smile, "It's not important what the goal of the mission is. It's not important what you get through these missions.

“What matters is how many wilderness wanderers are dead and how many are still alive after a winter.”

He remembered something and said with a smile, "Of course, the extraordinary materials you retrieved from the forest are still useful, enough to cover the cost of a 'pruning' for me and to make some additional profits.

"Honestly, I quite like you guys,"

He lowered his head and stared at the short-haired girl's red eyes and almost tense body. He smiled and said, "You are so hardworking and serious. You are going to die one after another to explore this dangerous mountain forest and earn money for me." Money that can force you to die next time.

“There’s always a lovely charm to being able to mow your own lawn,”

"You think this is cute...?"

Siya seemed to remember something and bit her lip slightly. Her fists were clenched, and the squeezed black blood vessels burst out from under her fair skin.

"Of course it's cute,"

Weiken sighed and shook his head, "It's a pity that you guys are not so cute back there. Your father is a very annoying guy. He gathers the 'weeds' around him and lets them help each other, which hinders the 'self-pruning' process." ' process.

"There are more and more people in the wilderness, and the effect of my original 'scissors' is getting weaker and weaker. You have even united, hoarded resources, and started to fight against me.

“This turned this project, which was originally a positive cash flow and even had a good profit margin, into a loss-making business.

"so what,"

He lowered his eyes, looked at the short-haired girl, and said with a smile,

"I can only use some more crude methods to 'prune' your numbers. For example, 'hiring' wilderness wanderers to work in factories in the city. This can not only reduce the factory's labor costs, but also quickly reduce your numbers. ”

Shia stared blankly at the old man in front of her. She had never thought that everything that had happened in the past few decades and the disasters suffered by the wilderness wanderers were only due to this reason.

"I think you've been having a misconception,"

Wiccan seemed to be very satisfied with the girl's reaction. He waved his hand and continued, "You think you are the 'masters' of the wilderness, but in fact, this wilderness has no owner. Of course, in a sense, I used to be , is the master of this wilderness,

"Do you think that if we capture and kill you all, this wilderness will cease to exist? No,"

The old man took out a pack of cigarettes from his blood-stained clothes, lit it in the falling snow, took a puff, and said with a smile, "I spread herbicides and got rid of all the weeds that grew wildly in the yard. Could it be that the land Will it disappear together?

"You only need to sow new seeds and new lawns will grow. The wilderness has always been there.

"After you die, new wilderness wanderers will come to this land,"

He took off the cigarette from his mouth, stared at the white forest, and exhaled smoke, "They are younger than you and docile than you. I can let them follow my ideas and continue to grow into a beautiful lawn."

He Ao raised his head and stared at the old man standing in the snow.

Although he had sensed similar thoughts and thoughts from the other party's thoughts when he 'tortured' him before, this was the first time he heard the 'complete cause and effect' of the story about the wilderness wanderer.

Even 'mind reading' will be affected by the question itself. When there are not enough clues, the questions asked will be one-sided, and the answers obtained will also be one-sided.

"so,"

Shia's voice calmed down a little. She didn't know whether she was controlling her emotions strongly or she was already a little numb. She raised her head, looked at the old man, and asked tremblingly,

"For the sake of 'efficiency' and 'profit' in your words, you have pushed the wilderness wanderers to die generation after generation, and you have even resorted to direct means to capture those innocent people, drive them, and torture them."

Her voice was slightly trembling, and she touched her waist with her hands, "Then have you ever thought about their families? Don't you have a family? Have you ever thought about their families and children, and how they felt when you saw them die?"

"Of course,"

Wicken put down the cigarette in his hand and said with a smile, "When I was a child, I watched my mother moan and die in pain in a narrow and dirty room."

He flicked the cigarette ashes with his fingers, and the gray dust fell into the white snow. He still had a calm smile on his lips, "This is what the world is like. If you are below, you are just weeds and livestock. If you are above, you are..." Owner,

"The so-called civilization is to put clothes on the beast,"

He smiled and looked at the girl in front of him, "But a beast is a beast, isn't it?"

He took a step forward, looked at the short-haired girl with suppressed anger in her eyes, and said with a smile, "This is the nature of this world. Under the cloak of civilization, there is the most twisted cruelty, blood, and madness. Do you feel angry? Are you suppressed in your heart? flame?"

Bang--

He snapped his fingers lightly, and in the crisp sound, it seemed as if some kind of rising flame spread in the girl's pupils, "Then let all of this burn into eternal chaos."

Some nameless anger and twisted emotions spread in the girl's heart, burning her will, burning her soul, and filling her pupils with red color.

She subconsciously pulled out the blade from her waist and destroyed everything around her indiscriminately.

But just as she held the handle of the knife, she subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Her body suddenly froze there, as if different wills were fighting for control of her body.

He Ao glanced at the short-haired girl beside him and retracted his raised hand.

Wiccan was using the power of chaos to try to control and influence the girl's emotions. Originally, he was prepared to give her a hand, but Shia's own will didn't seem that weak.

In this crazy world, perseverance is one of the keys to survival.

This level of 'influence' is just enough for this girl to exercise her will.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, looked at Wiken, and said with a smile, "It seems that your trick doesn't work very well?"

"But it also leaves you with one less assistant."

Weiken looked at He Ao calmly, raised his eyes and looked at He Ao.

He knew very well that the figure in front of him was seriously injured.

Although he didn't understand how the other party came out of the city and came here.

But it was obvious that the other party had just experienced a fierce battle.

This is when the opponent is at his weakest.

After the previous incident, a shadow called 'Sote' had already enveloped his heart. This shadow was constantly eroding his will, affecting his state of mind, and becoming his 'inner demon'.

This will become an obstacle on his way to transcendence, and may even drive him completely crazy.

He knew very well that now was probably his best chance to defeat and kill the person in front of him.

So when he found that the ‘power of chaos’ that attracted him was on the person in front of him, he followed him without hesitation.

But he didn’t expect that ‘Sote’ would find him so easily.

Just now, after ‘Sote’ killed the human-headed lizard, he was still ‘chatting’ with the little girl. It is likely that he found his trace and used the chat as a cover to determine his location.

However, if the other party did not have this kind of strength, he would not be worthy of being his ‘heart demon’.

The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding snow was silent, but he knew very well that there were shadows approaching quickly in the white. They were the human-headed lizards that he controlled with the power of chaos.

The power of chaos is particularly effective against such crazy and bloodthirsty monsters.

It is also through the control practice of these monsters that he can gradually guide and influence the will of the little girl through the power of chaos.

It is a pity that his skills are not yet proficient, and he cannot completely influence the little girl, otherwise he will see the scene of the little girl stabbing ‘Sote’ next to him.

He looked at He Ao and slowly held the knife in his palm.

He didn't know the specific strength of 'Sote', so he could only be very alert.

The conversation he had just had with the little girl was actually an opportunity to attract 'Sote's' attention and secretly mobilize the surrounding monsters to gather around.

After all, Sote seemed to be quite interested in the story of the little girl.

He estimated that his current strength should be similar to that of Smoot, the leader of the Note Intelligent Mercenary Group. He had just fought with Smoot and had a rough estimate of the opponent's strength.

Although the information he had obtained a long time ago showed that 'Sote' was only C-level, he didn't believe that a C-level could escape from the B-level of the Chaos Church, and he had a B-level extraordinary item suspected of being stained with chaos power.

But in this case of serious injury, no matter how strong the opponent's strength is, it should be very little.

On his side, he himself is very strong, and there are so many monsters around him that he controls.

He has a great advantage.

But when the situation really came to this point, he hesitated again.

He was a little worried that the other party had already discovered the monsters around him and deliberately waited for him to be ready.

But after thinking about it, he felt that the other party would not be stupid enough to wait for his enemy to be ready.

Taking a deep breath, Wicken looked at the calm He Ao in front of him.

He realized that he might have been too deeply affected by the other party, so he naturally had the mood to retreat when facing the other party.

The more this happened, the more he had to face the difficulties and not hesitate.

He pulled out the bloody knife, without any greeting or words, he took a step forward and rushed forward.

In the surrounding snow, white light also rushed out at the same time, attacking He Ao standing in the woods.

He Ao watched all this calmly, stretched out his hand, and grasped the handle behind him.