Chapter 377 Somewhat Unforgivable
Since ancient times, the three major causes of reduced human life expectancy and population reduction are: war, famine, and plague.
Wang Min has seen the first two during this period after entering the level.
Now I finally met the third one.
So many people died in the famine, and the bodies were not disposed of, and even cannibalism occurred. This situation hid huge hidden dangers.
Originally, the dispersion of refugees might not have been so serious.
Now the four major water sources are concentrated for grain distribution.
A large number of victims gathered together.
After a day or two of fermentation, it finally broke out.
Wang Min "flyed" over a certain grain field to check.
A large number of people are dying down there every minute.
Falling down in rows like hard door panels.
The scene was shocking, like purgatory on earth.
Zhu Xingguo and the others next to him were frightened.
Cheng Que couldn't bear to look away and sighed with a trembling voice: "How could this happen!"
Wang Wen shook his head: "The previous disaster was too serious. Many people even ate the corpses, not to mention snakes, insects, rats, and ants. The smaller rats were caught and stuffed into their mouths without even handling them. The hidden dangers had long been buried. Now it just happened to explode."
That's what he said.
But there was another thought in my mind.
The so-called "coincidence" is really too much of a coincidence.
Either sooner or later, you will be stuck at the node where you are ready to pass the level.
It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands preventing him from passing the level.
This is not the first time this weird feeling has occurred.
It is said that the World Tower does not welcome anyone to climb the tower, and it is normal to block them.
But I have never seen this kind of situation in my previous life where I was stuck and stared at.
So unreasonable!
Wang Min meditated silently, listening to several people sighing, "If you are in a hurry, you can do anything."
He turned around and asked Zhu Xingguo: "Do you have any medicines in your skills?"
Zhu Xingguo was already looking through [Equivalent Exchange] without Wang Min reminding him. He looked at the list in the skill and replied: "There are only some ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs, no antibiotics."
Speaking of which.
Zhu Xingguo looked at the crowd below and said to Wang Min with a look of embarrassment: "Master, even if there are antibiotics, the amount I copy every day is not enough to save so many people, right? The scale is too huge, at least several million patients..."
By now.
There is actually a word lingering in everyone's mind.
Get out of the tower!
As Zhu Xingguo said, the scale this time is too huge.
It is no longer something that can be solved manually.
Wang Wen stroked the scepter.
I was calculating quickly in my mind.
With his current energy, if he forcibly cures all the plague-infected people by swearing, the number will probably be horribly high.
Based on the fatality rate, the cost of treating those infected will not be much less than snatching people from the hands of the King of Hell.
Even if the physique of most of the farts is not high and they do not consume as much energy as the previous soldiers, at least one percent cannot escape.
One person is one percent.
A thousand people already exceeded Wang Wei's current energy.
Not to mention the millions of patients.
If [Heaven and Man Unity] is activated to devour the world and save people, based on the 6-minute recovery rate before breaking through the energy limit, it would take approximately 60,000 minutes to treat one million patients.
Nearly 42 days!
Wang Wen, who calculated this number, couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It is much more difficult to save people than to kill people.
I have thought through all the options available to me.
There seems to be really no solution.
Wang Min silently looked at the people who were dying below, as well as the relatives around them who had finally waited for food to be eaten but were still separated by heaven and earth, lying on the ground and crying in grief.
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.
If you can't complete the progress, you will just leave the tower.
So.
What about these people?
The medicine here is so backward that without outside help, death seems to be the only thing waiting for them.
Wang Wen frowned.
Look up to the horizon.
If there really was a giant hand that arranged all this to stop it, forcing millions of innocent lives to die without hope.
seem.
That giant hand is a bit unforgivable.
Unknowingly, Wang Wen has regarded the locals in the world in the tower as beings equal to himself.
It’s like looking down at life, death and death in the world from God’s perspective.
The "progress" that I didn't care about touched the softness of my heart and turned into strands of emotions called "pity".
At this moment.
He let go of his obsession with clearing the level.
I simply want to do something for the poor lives below.
Wang Wen turned his head.
Look at Mo Ran.
Mo Ran was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.
Hesitantly asked: "What's wrong?"
Wang Min said: "If I remember correctly, your special permission is to temporarily leave the tower once, right?"
Mo Ran nodded thoughtfully: "You want me to... get out of the tower and find someone for help?"
"Go to Lao Chen and get more people to brainstorm to find a solution to the large-scale plague." Wang Wei pointed at the people below and said firmly: "This time, no matter how difficult it is, we will try to save these people." Last rescue."
People around were a little stunned.
Zhu Xingguo, Cheng Queyi and the skinny boy all looked at Wang Min worriedly.
Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a while.
Nod in agreement.
Wang Wei controlled the energy to put him on a safe ground, and watched him use his special authority to turn into white light and exit the tower.
He led everyone to "fly" to a remote and uninhabited area.
Suspended between heaven and earth, activate [Unity of Heaven and Man] and swear an oath.
Wang Min cannot cure everyone in a short time.
But he could try to delay everyone's illness so that they would not die so quickly.
then.
All the lives in the "Progress Country" saw a gray tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth.
No matter how far away you are, you can't ignore the gray line that reaches straight into the sky.
The new emperor, who was staring at the memorial with a frown on his face in the palace, hesitated whether to issue an order to close the city.
He knew that once this order was issued.
In those cities where the plague occurred, the people were left waiting to die.
With the current medical conditions, the city was closed not to save people, but to let the people perish together with the plague.
But if it is not closed.
Frightened people will spread the plague to a wider area.
By then.
Medicine and stone don’t work.
If we want the world to return to normal, we can only wait for all infected people to develop immunity.
Or all of them die.
The young emperor was very sad.
He didn't expect that he would encounter such a headache just after he took over.
The middle-aged Martial Saint who was accustomed to taking him with him comforted him: "Your Majesty, maybe you can consult with an expert to see if there is a solution?"
The young man put down the memorial.
He rubbed his forehead gently.
Walking slowly outside the palace, he looked at the sky in the distance and sighed: "Exalted people have helped our country conquer several times the territory in a short period of time, and solved many years of famine. They have done enough. This time the disease I really don’t want to bother them anymore.”
The middle-aged Martial Saint also sighed slightly.
No words were spoken.
Stay quietly with the young man.
Silently staring into the distance.
Watch and watch.
His eyes narrowed.
Looking at a gray line rising from the sky somewhere to connect the sky and the earth, he wondered: "Huh? That's it?"
PS: The plot near the end is not easy to write, so I will give you two days to think about it.