Qu City was a small city with a population of less than ten thousand people. In fact, it was only in recent decades that the listeners had chosen this place as their base. After all, in the past two hundred years, batches of listeners had arrived in this world and were basically chased and killed by the native powerhouses. It was only after the disparity in strength between the two sides that the listeners were able to truly find a place to settle down.
Now, as the last batch of peak forces of the natives of this world that could form an organized system was defeated, for most of the listeners, it was already time to let go of the mountain.
They could have at least a few hundred years to think, live, and enjoy, ushering in the true meaning of their 'beautiful life'. They wouldn't have to worry about the number of enemies they had to kill every once in a while, and they wouldn't have to bite the bullet and launch sneak attacks again and again.
A quiet, comfortable, and unfettered life was about to arrive. If they were willing, they could even create a religion or even build a country or regime in their own name.
When the broadcasting station really moved over, they would not be able to continue to enjoy such a carefree life. They would become as low-key as they used to be in their own world. But when they thought about how they could enjoy the carefree life of an immortal for hundreds of years by keeping a low profile, it was already like heaven for the listeners, whose average lifespan was equivalent to that of a cicada in human society.
The ordinary people in Qu City didn't know who was in control of this city, but they were serving the lives of the listeners. No matter if it was women, food, or other needs, the listeners would be able to get what they needed here.
Of course, this world didn't have the internet, but the life of an ancient king was enough to satisfy the listeners.
At this moment, an Asian man and a Western man were sitting in front of a chessboard, playing a game of China chess. Both sides were locked in a stalemate, and it was rare for a victor to be determined until the end. After all, the intelligence and calculation abilities of both of them far exceeded the limits of ordinary people. To them, it was child's play to take a step and think twice before taking a step.
However, they preferred this kind of game. The two of them had a high status in Qu City. After all, they belonged to Lychee's batch of listeners. Now, there were less than ten people left in that batch. To the latest batch of listeners, they were undoubtedly more senior and could gain some respect.
However, now that the world had been settled, they were the most leisurely type, unlike the new batch of big shots who had to hunt down the fish that slipped through the net for a few points.
The Western man lit a cigarette, which was wrapped in locally grown tobacco. At first, he was not very used to smoking, but slowly, he became natural and enjoyed it. He even found some special tobacco leaves and improved them himself. It was possible that a thousand years later, there would be a legend about him, the father of cigarettes or something like that.
"The broadcaster should be moving soon, right?"
"Soon."
However, right at this moment, the ground started trembling. The entire Qu City started trembling as well.
The two men stood up at the same time and flew up together, looking into the distance.
A Qin army was marching towards them from afar.
For a moment,
The setting sun was like blood.
…
Fatso sang a few songs in a row and calmed down again. The three of them were not pretentious people. They had seen too many things between life and death, and they had experienced too many of them personally. Therefore, there was nothing they could not let go of.
If there was a chance of survival in the past, they would fight with their lives. However, this time, the three of them were not in the mood to fight. They just waited quietly.
In the end, there were only two cigarettes left. Fatso handed one to Su Bai and split the other in half for himself and Lord Zeng.
"Differential treatment?" Su Bai, who was obviously treated better, took the initiative to tease him.
"You're the Crown Prince. It's only right." Fatso was not someone who would suffer a loss, so he retorted.
"Hehe." Su Bai laughed and blew out a smoke ring. "You're unlucky."
"It's meaningless to say that." Fatso shook his head. Although he had always boasted that he was the Crown Prince's loyal fatty, he had not gained any benefits from it. In fact, all he had left was to smoke to satisfy his craving.
Of course, everyone had to choose their own path. Fatty clearly knew that the wisest choice he had made was to watch the fire burn on the other side of the shore. However, he did not regret getting himself into this situation at all. Humans had to be crazy for once.
To be honest, sometimes Fatso envied Su Bai's mental illness. Who wouldn't want to live a carefree life?
Even ordinary people would have the urge to not pick up the phone after a day of hard work. They would want their damn job and damn relationships to go to hell.
"Alright, there's no need to be emotional. Let's see how the Crown Prince chooses." Lord Zeng flicked the ash off his cigarette. He seemed to be trying very hard to put on a serious face but failed. He shook his head helplessly. "I can't bring out any emotion before death."
"Hahaha …" Fatso laughed happily. "Me too."
The sandalwood incense had burned to the end. There seemed to be only a sliver of it left. The three of them stared at the spot, as if waiting for the final judgment.
However, when the sandalwood incense reached the critical point, it actually stopped burning.
One second.
Ten seconds.
One minute.
Nothing happened.
"It should be time." Fatso muttered. He then took the initiative to look under the incense. "F * ck, it's still burning. It's not extinguished, but it's still burning."
Lord Zeng and Su Bai got up together. They walked to the sandalwood incense and looked at the last sliver that was still burning.
"Does this mean that they succeeded?" Lord Zeng asked. "Did Qilü and Fu Su succeed?"
"Probably." Fatso scratched his head again. "If that's the case, how are we going to get out? The broadcast's main mission has been announced. Although the incense is still burning, how are we going to get out? "
The broadcast was a carrier of rules. It seemed to be above the rules, but in fact, it was the rules that controlled the operation. Therefore, even if Fu Su and the monk succeeded, the broadcast's main mission was still the main mission. It could keep the incense burning, but it could not violate the rules of the main mission and let Su Bai, Fatso, and Lord Zeng out without any reason.
The broadcast could not be inconsistent.
"If that's the case, we can at least be sure that the broadcast isn't messing with us. Anyway, we're prepared to die together or be randomly chosen to die. So, it's meaningless for the broadcast to use the eternal burning sandalwood bug to make us kill each other one last time." Su Bai analyzed. "Then let's take a gamble. Bet on me, Fatso, you, and Lord Zeng. One of us must be a clone."
Fatty pondered for a while and finally understood Su Bai's meaning. Although the three of them had no communication with the outside world in the story world, this abnormal sandalwood incense had also ignited the so-called hope of survival for everyone, but everything could not be concluded with a coffin.
Nevertheless, the three of them had already planned to lose everything, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Now, if Fu Su really succeeds, then the broadcasting system will immediately stop the listener destruction plan. Advanced listeners like us, who are the most talented, will definitely be treated like treasures by them." When Fatty mentioned the words' the most talented ', his face did not turn red or his heart skipped a beat. "So, we can only assume that one of us is a clone, but the other party doesn't know that they're a clone.
Furthermore, there might be two circles in this world, the exact same circles. For example, in another world, there are three of us. "
"That's the only way to think of it. If the broadcast doesn't want to kill us, it can only set it this way. Even if it didn't set it this way in the beginning, it will still expand according to our ideas to save us from death.
At most, it will instill some memories of the other party after this to complete its story world, "Lord Zeng said.
"Then, the last question. How do we determine which side is a clone? You know, if the broadcast had taken this into account at the beginning, it's very likely that there are two groups of three of us in the two stories. We have to make a choice. Which side should we kill? " Fatso was puzzled. "If both stories choose to kill the same group of people, then no matter how the broadcast tries to salvage the situation, one of us must die, even if the broadcast doesn't want us to die."
Su Bai threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said to Fatso, "Fatso, do you have any coins with you?"
"Flip a coin?" Fatso was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood what Su Bai meant. He immediately took out an ancient coin from his pocket. "We'll kill you, Da Bai, head on, and you'll kill both of us."
Su Bai nodded in agreement. Lord Zeng also nodded in agreement.
"Actually, it's not that stressful." Fatso muttered to himself. Flipping a coin was usually a matter of luck, especially when Fatso tossed it casually without any calculation or trickery. It was all a matter of luck. In the story world, luck was actually equivalent to the mood of watching the broadcast. It was just using this format to let the broadcast tell them who they should kill.
"Life and death are determined by fate." Fatso growled and threw the coin in his hand into the air.
The coin flipped continuously in the air.
Finally, it landed on the ground.
It was head on.
Su Bai smiled and gestured for Fatso and Lord Zeng to start.
At the same time, he said, "I'll try my best to reduce my vitality to the minimum. Otherwise, I'm afraid it'll be too tiring for you to kill me."
Fatso, who was a little embarrassed at first, suddenly had the urge to punch the guy in front of him.
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