wear it lord god

Chapter 2456 A bunch of shit 8

The yellow silk cloth flew from the god's hand and flew straight towards the village chief.

The village chief raised his hands, took it with trembling hands, opened it and began to read: "Lord God Xining, seeing that the people are simple, kind and generous, has changed the rules to bless and encourage them."

The village chief's voice trembled with excitement as he continued, "From today on, couples with two children or less will not have to follow the regulations. Couples with two children will continue to follow the regulations."

After reading it, the male god flew away. As a god, there is no need to say much. It is better to do more than to say more, so that you can have godhood.

Naruhito's family currently has no children, which means that this child can be born without waiting in line. Only couples with two or more children need to wait in line.

  Great, so great!

After everyone bowed down to the monument, they congratulated Naruhito's family.

Naruhito and his wife felt like they were in a dream, and the gods had blessed them. The goddess they had just seen turned out to be the main god Xining. She saw everything, so she changed the rules and saved the child.

Naruhito immediately stood up and said excitedly: "This is something to celebrate. I will immediately go and get a pig to sacrifice to the gods. I will treat everyone to a pig-killing feast tonight!"

"Okay, I'll go help... I'll go too..." The villagers responded one after another.

The male god returned to the sacred mountain: "Where is the Lord God?" After finishing his work, he still had to report on his work.

"No, he has gone over there." A god looked towards the distant city.

At this time, Xining was on the main street of the city.

She turned invisible and found a place with a good view. This place was not easy to find. Because of the limited land in the whole city, the buildings were very high and the roads on the ground were very narrow.

Imagine that a building with more than a hundred floors is only a dozen meters wide in the middle.

Here, if there were no reflectors installed on the upper floors to reflect the sunlight blocked from above, it would be dark both day and night.

There was still a thin mist floating in the air, like a thin fog. It was all moisture from the air conditioner, dehumidifier, dew, and white clouds upstairs, which was broken into smaller pieces by the strong wind and then floated down.

The narrow streets were full of people. Most of them were in rags or strange clothes. Some of them were selling something, either for money or in exchange for goods. Some were pretending to be seductive, obviously selling something. There were also a few people drinking and smoking together, but they drank from one bottle of wine and smoked from one cigarette.

Xining looked towards a barbecue stall. The shirtless, greasy and sweaty stall owner was grilling a bunch of things, which turned out to be rats.

This place is just like the lowest level of some planes. The only difference is that there are no beggars here.

An old man dressed like a scavenger slowly walked over from the street corner. His sparse gray hair was a foot long, messy and tangled.

Maybe he felt he was walking too slowly, so a shirtless burly man with hair shaved into a weird "Shamatte" style came up behind him and pushed him aside, cursing.

The old man lost his balance and fell to the ground, never getting up again.

A gangster standing nearby saw it and immediately went over to him... but he didn't help the old man up, he just climbed over him.

It’s a pity that nothing valuable was found on the old man.

The gangster stood up and spat at the old man lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes happened to sweep over the old man's feet. He stopped, squatted down, and took off the old man's half-new leather shoes, then left with a little satisfaction.

Even if someone saw it, they would not be surprised and act as if nothing had happened.

This kind of situation will only occur when there is an absolute moral collapse or the living environment is extremely harsh.

Xining floated in the air, looking down at the old man for a long time, and left after about an hour. She flew up along the tall building.

Fly up slowly, looking through the wall...

Although she could check the surveillance footage, she still wanted to be there in person so that she could see it more intuitively and clearly.

There are no companies or chaebols here, and humans are replaced by robots. Vitamins and chlorophyll are not obtained from eating vegetables, but from harvesting weed-like plants, squeezing juice through machines, and pressing the remaining residue into food such as vegetable cakes.

Meat is also artificial. A piece of raw meat similar to chicken or fatty pork is placed in a culture liquid and grown. It can grow from one or two catties to more than ten catties in one month, and can grow to a hundred catties in three months.

But there are too many people and too little porridge, so food and resources can only be distributed based on individual contributions.

At the bottom, each household only had 10 square meters of space, and they could barely survive with just two meals a day. If they wanted to have enough to eat, they had to find a job.

The higher you go, the bigger the houses are and the more food you get. When you reach the highest level like the elders, you can have almost anything you want, as long as it is available in the city.

So she happened to see an operation, a heart replacement operation. When the young heart was taken out and still beating, it was put into a high-level aging body...

Of course, this young man from the lower class who is willing to have a heart transplant can move to the middle class area with his own person and get enough food to live until he dies of old age.

This is why the lower population is not controlled, because it is not easy to genetically match them, and this is the only reason to let them survive.

After looking around, Xining sat down and looked at the old man who had fallen down before. People came and went on the street, and no one cared about him except turning him over from time to time to try to find something useful.

He is too old and his organs are useless, otherwise someone would really move them away and sell them for money.

Xining tried hard to comfort himself, thinking that at least no one had thought of eating the old man, which proved that the last bit of humanity had not been extinguished.

Mo Ming: "There was a virus outbreak there, similar to mad cow disease, so they don't dare to eat it."

Xining...

Mo Ming: "I have already notified the funeral department, they will come to deal with the body soon."

Sure enough, after a while, two people came over pulling a portable trailer.

After checking and making sure that the old man had no more life limits, the two men lifted him up, threw him on the trailer, and then drove away.

The old man's feet, wearing gray torn socks with half of his toes exposed, swayed slightly as the car was dragged, which was very eye-catching.

Mo Ming: "Next, we will use the freezing method to put the corpse into liquid nitrogen to freeze it quickly, then grind it into powder and pour it into the pit. Then plant grass on top, the kind of grass they eat. The grass will quickly absorb nutrients, and you don't even need to water it. In fifteen days, the grass will mature and be harvested, and new grass can be planted. Are you interested in seeing how to turn corpses into nutrients?"

Xining..., thank you, no, not interested.

After watching it for most of the day, I felt terrible. No wonder the gods in some dimensions would destroy humans. They are just like dinosaurs and have no need to exist.

Mo Ming became happy: "Finally you got it! How about I give you some simple and humane ways to destroy them? For example, a super virus that kills everyone in a few seconds, or everyone dies in their sleep at night. Or extreme cold that freezes everyone to death in an instant. Or..."

Stop, stop, let me think about it. Xining covered his forehead, why is it that even though he is the main god, his head still hurts a little?