Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 569 The Old Man and Three Wishes
Later, Zha heard about the execution at the fair.Those executions were done by gatherers, but they no longer claim to be gatherers.Those who were executed were those who broke the old rules by believing that they would not return.That might as well be said to be cheated.

The Collectors have been more lenient in their treatment of prisoners than in the past.They no longer hang all people under the chariot, but make a simple distinction: theft and robbery pay double compensation; those who hurt people always hurt deeper in the same part; the result of rape is mostly Castration, death was punished with sticks.Most of the murderers were also killed.Only those who could prove to be in self-defense or coercion, and also verified by the collectors, were released.

Those who had killed one or two with a blade or an axe had their heads knocked off by the Gatherer.Whoever skinned a living person, who hung many people from the back of a car, or forcibly handed a mother a knife with which to kill a child died slowly.Collectors in different places seem to favor different disposal methods.Regardless, they seek to impress the watching crowd.

They did, and it was not long before long-legged news of what strange executions had taken place in the far-off fair.The executions are all extremely painful, and the victim is deliberately allowed to gesture during the execution. The same thing will happen in almost every execution ground.It made no difference here or there, so when Zha knew what had happened in the nearest bazaar, he didn't have to ask the world how much he knew.

The common denominator that appears in all execution grounds is the angry questioning of the victim before death.Everyone knows that collectors never talk empty words.They declared never to come again, so they should never come again.However, at this moment they appeared once and sent all those who believed in them to the execution ground.

Naturally, those who were tortured felt resentful.They would question why the Collectors backtracked and came back to the earth after Krishna's wrath had ceased.

Darkness is over.The collector replied.We are no longer collectors.Now we obey the order of the new leader, and his will will become the law of this land in the future, you must obey, otherwise you will be punished according to the rules.

This answer did little to assuage the indignation of the prisoner at being deceived.Most of the time they will think that this is purely fake, there is no new leader at all, and maybe Krishna will still be angry in the future.But then the Collectors raised their hands, and light shot from under their wrists, creating an image on the ground or wall.A freak with deformed ears.They announced that this was the new chief, but they could not address it with a single gesture, whose name did not exist on the earth, but could only be expressed in a few syllables.On the execution ground of every market, the collectors will read it to everyone-"Mr. Ji".

This syllable-only word soon took on various gestural references.People started spreading the word, depicting this man in a red robe with a sullen face and misshapen ears.Some collectors mentioned that he lived in the place where the flowing water originated, but he did not accept any healthy visitors.He only cares about the order on the ground, and has no interest in collecting sacrifices.However, if someone disturbs his peace with nothing to do, he will be severely punished.

And so it settled down.When the trial was over, some areas returned to their old life, while others had few living people left.The chaos did end, and the people followed the orders of the collectors to relocate not too far, or to new jobs that were more needed at the moment.

People might have thought about it, but no one actually came to visit.At the moment when the turmoil is just over, no one is willing to risk their lives, not to mention that rhythm disease is also a threat on long-distance travel.At least during the days when Za stayed in the single house, he didn't see any stranger push open the unlocked door.

The doctor didn't send him back to work, as if it didn't matter to him to let Zha stay here to recuperate his tired spirit and body.If you ask him questions, he can always point out what your family is doing at the moment, and even the development of the fetus in your sister's womb.He knew this as if he was standing next to Zha's family, and Zha never thought that the doctor might be deceiving him.

During this period, Za also occasionally returned to his sister and family.From there he heard what happened in the fair, and at last he learned the name of the doctor.It's not surprising that names have pronunciations, since people also want their names to be remembered by Hetian and Yinhun, who are believed to communicate their intentions through sound.However, the doctor's name was complex and awkward, not at all like a normal name.And when Zha pronounced those few syllables, the doctor's reaction was also slightly weird.Zha did not dare to say that he was not mistaken, but there seemed to be a hint of cunning in the doctor's eyes.

Other than that, the days seem to be the same as the past.Although he knew that the doctor could order anyone in the world to do anything at the moment, that didn't seem to satisfy the doctor himself.Regarding everything in his hands, the doctor neither exudes the arrogance and reserve of enjoying honor, nor has any prudence and solemnity of taking heavy responsibility.He didn't seem to think anything about it, just sat there all day, or occasionally went into the basement, looking at the red lady's tree.

With his indifferent attitude, it was difficult for Zha to feel that the person in front of him was the new master of the Collector, a person who might be as noble as He Tian.He hadn't even imagined what a favorable position he was in: more than once the doctor had rescued him from danger, and now he was the only outsider in the solitary room.

Even those who served and greeted the collectors in the past must have never been as close to the highest power as he was.There were moments when he was vaguely aware that he could ask for something—if he asked for something, wealth, status, or something more outlandish, the doctor would probably grant him, satisfy him.That wasn't self-righteousness, and despite the lingering fears and doubts, and despite his own ingenuity, he knew that the doctor treated him fundamentally differently than he treated anyone else.It is the days and nights they spend together that build them into such a relationship, a strange elder and child.

Zha asked nothing more before the doctor left.His family had been ensured that nothing was going to happen, and other things were troublesome, if not beyond his imagination.He couldn't consume more food, and managing people would only strain him.And war - the word war is related to ghasts.The ghast infected by disease wants to occupy the black sky, and the endless conflict between them is war.

Just when he thought he was dreaming, the doctor also brought up the war.He didn't understand what was going on then.And one day after seeing the basement, the doctor picked up this topic again.He fought a war with the old leader of the Collectors, alone, and the Collectors he controlled.He has also mastered the method of making collectors, but there is no need to make more collectors, it is a very inefficient labor force.

The Physician admits that the outcome of this battle was a failure, the opponent completely defeated the troops he sent, and also captured some things unique to the Physician.Although he admitted failure like this, the emotions he showed did not look like failure.

In fact the chiefs are very similar to Zha.Physicians pointed out that the differences in their original bodies were minimal, especially in brain structure and way of thinking, which were almost indistinguishable.If he gave Zha, or anyone here, the same knowledge and body as the leaders, sooner or later they would be able to do the same as the leaders.But he won't give them because it's pointless to repeat the past.

about life.The doctor mentioned it again and again.Life must have a latent capacity for innovation, a gift for self-renewal and creation, not mere imitation and accumulation of experience, life must find a way, a way to the unknown, to the unknown, because all that is known All approaches have failed.He didn't think the land was immune to such a failure.In the short time he's let the Collectors go, that failure has been well documented.

But failure itself was nothing—it was something long accepted by the seekers, and he was only going to find a longer-term failure for them.A long failure that lasted at least to the end of their imaginations.That method is not difficult to conceive, he just needs to bring in the order from outside.However, since the dark sky is endlessly dragging down the land of light, it is also difficult to induce this order.

He must go to the city of golden bells.

(End of this chapter)