In China, it was the middle of winter. On the surface, cold winds blew, and there were few people.
The situation was unstable, danger was approaching, and the atmosphere was heavy. Most people would rather stay at home and stay warm than go out and cause trouble.
The tourism industry, which used to be flourishing, had suffered a heavy blow. The famous mountains, rivers, and historical sites had long been deserted and deserted.
However, in the underground rock stratum, which was nearly a thousand meters deep, it was a lively scene. The economy was prosperous, and rats came and went.
It was a stark contrast to the cold atmosphere on the surface.
It was as if these Greater Rats were not worried about the moon crisis at all.
They lived in the underground rock stratum, and the stable rock stratum provided the best protection. Even if the surface was submerged by seawater, it would not be able to seep into the rock stratum. At most, it would accumulate in the aquifer above.
Putting aside the fact that there were all sorts of Yuan Qi formations protecting them, in their opinion, this place was impregnable, and it was not an exaggeration at all.
The Elder Ancestor was wise and farsighted. He created a magma power station long ago, which had endless geothermal energy to supply the underground rat city. He also established underground agriculture and soilless cultivation to get rid of the dependence on the surface.
With all these advantages, they could naturally watch the humans play out.
"Hahaha, once the moon crisis comes, the sea will wash the land, and the humans will be wiped out. Then, like the human bible said, we can finally return to the land to reproduce and become the real overlords."
In a luxurious bar in the Greater Rat Kingdom, a group of middle-level rat demons were on vacation.
They stared intently at the human news being broadcasted on the screen.
"Recently, there's confirmed news that in half a year, the moon will disappear, and the sea will flood the land. A catastrophe is approaching, who will save us? Who will be the real savior? Who can make God retract his scepter? "
Hearing the host's sorrowful cry, they all laughed disdainfully.
"These humans, they've lived too comfortably in the past! They seem to have forgotten that survival itself is a very difficult thing. God has awakened, they'll soon know that only a new race like us will have a vigorous spirit. Survival of the fittest, the humans will soon lose their position as the overlords of the earth, and become our slaves. "
Although the rat demons were not born for long, they learned quickly from the humans, and all of them were bragging and acting.
Acting cool was one of the talents of every race on Earth. According to the theory of sexual selection, males who did not know how to act cool would find it difficult to pass on their genes.
In this aspect, Brother Peacock was the best in the field of animal pretentiousness. Look at me dragging a beautiful and cumbersome tail behind me. What are you waiting for, come on over …
"I heard that the sea level will rise in a few months. The cities along the coast have already begun to move inland. Unfortunately, the Elder Ancestor has given a strict order that all spirit rat demons are not allowed to steal from humans. Otherwise, how many good things could we have stolen from them during their migration this time? "A cunning rat demon said regretfully.
It seemed like it had quite a bit of experience in stealing before it was awakened. It should be a house mouse that had turned into a demon.
"Forget it, Ancestor is right. A sage among the demons once said that only the vegetables grown by oneself were the vegetables that could never be finished. There is no way to strengthen a race by stealing. "Another rat demon pretended to be a philosopher.
Immediately, a few beautiful Rat Demon waiters looked at it with admiration. This was a knowledgeable and cultured Rat Demon. It was completely different from those lowly Rats who only knew how to go around in the gutter.
"Humph, humans will never think that we will rely on their civilization to build our own cities, and in the future, we will have to accept their cultural heritage. Just thinking about it makes me excited … Come on, drink, drink. There are so many good things that humans have invented."
The rat demons drank with each other, and all of them were proud.
The general trend was in their favor. Standing in the wind, even pigs could fly, let alone demons.
…
Not far from the bar was the headquarters of the Demon Alliance.
In the office of the logistics department of the headquarters, Bai Shixin held his head and leaned on the desk, thinking about one thing.
The plan was about to start …
It had finally come to this step.
It was not a long time, but it was not short either. If it was long, it could be 20 years, if it was short, it would be about a year.
What exactly was the reason for him to embark on this path of rebellion?
Regardless of whether he succeeded or not, his image of being selfless and dedicated to the public in the past would collapse.
If he failed, when the future generations mentioned him, they would only disdainfully say that he was the king of the rats.
If he succeeded, he might have the "hope of Taizong" …
Thinking of this, Bai Shixin casually opened a bottle of good wine sent by others. It was said that in the human world, it was also a special supply.
He found a cup and poured himself a cup. The so-called mellow aroma, to him, was actually a pungent smell, coming out of the cup.
In the past, he did not drink a drop of wine.
First, he was afraid of numbing his mind, and second, he was afraid of spitting out the truth after drinking.
But today, he suddenly wanted to drink.
Humans were very strange. For some short-term pleasure, they often sacrificed long-term benefits, and wine was one of them. The harm of long-term alcohol addiction was not needed to be said.
He wanted to taste it at this moment. When he picked up the cup, he knew why he wanted to taste it.
It was not to get drunk to solve all his worries, but to boost his courage …
"Humph, I didn't expect that I am just a common person. So what if I am the so-called wise, so what if I can see everything clearly? I still can't escape fate. The so-called fate is probably like this. One by one, they choose to push themselves on this path. "
He thought in his heart. Then, he tilted his head back and drank the wine.
Suddenly, his face turned red. He resisted the burning feeling in his heart and tried hard not to lose his composure.
If he did not succeed, he would die for a righteous cause!
Old man, it's time to put an end to the grievances between us!
You humiliated me, you used me to achieve great things, but you ignored me. You made me a wise man, turn green. I cannot forgive you!
If you become a god, I will be killed. You will not allow your stain to remain in this world. You will not allow anyone to know about your past!
He repeatedly found excuses for himself, just like any traitor.
He had to first get past the barrier in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, when the power of the cup of wine had dissipated, Bai Shixin stood up. A cold light flashed in his eyes.
Killing with a borrowed knife!
It was time to use his Thirty-Six Stratagems again!
He slowly walked out of the Logistics Department office, walked around, and came to a room with a sign that said "Logistics Executive Committee Office."
"Bang …" He knocked on the door.
There was no response. His heart beat wildly.
He was just about to knock a second time when the door opened automatically.
He felt guilty and lowered his head slightly. At this moment, he did not have the strong confidence he had when he offered his stratagems in the past.
At that time, perhaps he was not as experienced as he was now, but at least his fighting spirit was high. He was confident and had a clear conscience.
At this moment, the stratagem he thought of was perfect and could definitely achieve his goal.
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