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 the world's indigenous forces that could form an organized system were defeated, for most of the listeners, it was time for them 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 moved over, they wouldn't be able to continue living such unfettered life. They would become as low-key as they were in their own world. But thinking about the fact that they could enjoy a few hundred years of carefree life as an Earth Immortal just by keeping a low profile, to the listeners whose average lifespan was equivalent to that of a 'cicada' in the human world, it was like heaven.
The ordinary people in Qu City didn't know who was in control of this city, but they were providing services to the listeners. Be it women, food, or other needs, the listeners could get what they needed here.
Of course, there was no internet in this world. But even 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 at the end of the game. After all, both of their intellect and calculation abilities 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.
But they preferred this kind of game. The two of them had a very 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 more or less gain some respect.
But now that the 'world was settled', they were the most leisurely type, unlike the latest batch of big shots who had to work hard to hunt down the fish that slipped through the net for a few points.
The Western man lit a cigarette. It was wrapped with locally grown tobacco. At first, he wasn't very used to smoking, but slowly, he got used to it and enjoyed it. He even found some special tobacco leaves and modified them. Maybe a thousand years later, there would be a legend about him, the father of cigarettes or something.
"The broadcasting station should be moving soon, right?"
"Soon."
However, right at this moment, the ground started trembling. The entire Qu City started trembling as well.
But at this moment, the ground started to shake, and the entire Qu City started to shake.
A Qin army was marching towards them from afar.
…
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 life and death situations, so there was nothing they couldn't let go of.
In the past, if there was a chance of survival, they would fight with their lives. But this time, the three of them didn't have 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 wasn't someone who would suffer a loss, so he retorted.
"Hehe." Su Bai laughed and blew out a smoke ring. "You're unlucky."
"It's no fun to say that." Fatso shook his head. Although he had always boasted that he was the Crown Prince's loyal fatty, he didn't get any benefits from it. In fact, all he had left was to have fun.
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 was envious of Su Bai's mental illness. Who wouldn't want to live a carefree life?
Even ordinary people wouldn't want to answer the phone when it rang after a day of work. They wanted their damn job and damn relationships to go to hell.
"Well, don't be emotional. Let's see how the Crown Prince chooses." Lord Zeng flicked the ash off his cigarette. He seemed to be seriously trying 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 was burning to the end. There seemed to be only a trace 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 can't burn out."
Lord Zeng and Su Bai got up together. They walked to the sandalwood incense and looked at the last trace that was still burning.
"Does this mean that they succeeded?" Lord Zeng asked. "Qilü and Fu Su succeeded?"
"Probably." Fatso scratched his head again. "If that's the case, how are we going to get out? The Crown Prince's main mission has been announced. Although the incense is still burning, how are we going to get out? "
The Crown Prince 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 Crown Prince's main mission was still the Crown Prince's main mission. It could keep the incense burning, but it could not violate the rules of the Crown Prince's main mission and release Su Bai, Fatso, and Lord Zeng without any reason.
It was impossible for the Crown Prince to 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 trick us into killing each other." Su Bai analyzed. "Then let's make a bet. Bet on me, Fatso, 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.
But the three of them had already planned to lose everything, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Now, if Fu Su really succeeds, the Crown Prince will immediately stop the Audience Destruction Plan. Advanced Listeners like us, who are the most talented, will definitely be treated like treasures by the Crown Prince." Fatso did not blush when he mentioned the words "the most talented". "So, we can only assume that one of us is a clone. It's just that the person on the other side doesn't know that he's 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. If the Crown Prince doesn't want to kill us, he can only set it this way. Even if he didn't set it this way in the beginning, he would still expand it according to our ideas to save us from death.
At most, he will instill some memories of the other party after this to complete the story world, "Lord Zeng said.
"Then, the last question. How do we determine which one of us is a clone? You know, if the Crown Prince had taken this into consideration 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 Crown Prince tries to salvage the situation, one of us must die, even if the Crown Prince doesn't want us to die."
Su Bai threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said to Fatso, "Fatso, do you have a coin?"
"Flip a coin?" Fatso was stunned for a moment, but he immediately understood what Su Bai meant. He 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 agreed.
"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 a matter of luck. In the story world, luck was actually equivalent to the mood of watching the Crown Prince. The only difference was that the Crown Prince was using this method to let the Crown Prince and the others know 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.
"I tried my best to reduce my life force to the minimum. Otherwise, I was afraid that it would take too much effort 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.
