MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 119 flawless

When I heard these three words, An Wujiu didn't feel so surprised.

Desperate, repeat, self-destruct.

Although some of them haven't happened yet, they all seem to fit the description of his destiny.

Wu You said coldly, "This is all fake, don't believe it."

Nan Shan also echoed, "Well, if you don't believe it, then you don't."

Companion cares a lot about this, An Wujiu just smiled lightly without expressing.

The old woman looked at Wu You again, "Sir Priest, do you want to see the results of your divination?"

But the old woman only asked a symbolic question. Even if Wu You did not respond, she still opened the stone cup facing Wu You and read out the prophecy inside.

"Salvation, treasure, time."

The last one is [time], Wu You could not comprehend the meaning of it temporarily, but the first two words made him feel uncomfortable. [Salvation] I am afraid it represents the meaning of his birth in this world, just as a heart provider to save the person who is exactly like him but a hundred times happier than him.

It was never him who was regarded as a treasure.

An Wu Jiu saw his face gloomy, reached out and touched Wu You's head lightly, then slid down and rubbed his ears, like a real brother.

"What did you just tell me?"

Wu You replied vaguely, "Don't believe it, it's all fake."

An Wujiu smiled, he didn't care until only Shen Ti's stone cup was left.

The old woman told them that these were oracles, not hers, and that if they did not believe in God, they would offend and bring bad luck.

Speaking, she lifted the last stone cup tremblingly.

An Wujiu can see it clearly, and unlike theirs, there is nothing in the inner wall of this stone cup, no carving marks, smooth as new.

"It's strange, it's surprising." The old woman was amazed and looked up at Shen Ti, "Nothing."

Shen Ti tilted his head, "Really? It seems that this **** is not very good."

The old woman said again, "No, how is this possible? Only the newborns and the deceased will be blank here, because God thinks there is no need for divination for these two kinds of people."

Wu You was amused, "Some people are really giant babies."

Shen Ti clicked his tongue and pinched the back of Wu You's neck.

He didn't feel anything about the old woman's words, he knew that he was not human at all, let alone newborns and dead people.

Only An Wu Jiu froze in place, not saying a word.

He thought that at least Shen Ti's current body was human, a living human like him.

Even if he found out that he had no heartbeat, An Wujiu still took a chance and thought, maybe returning to reality from the game would be different.

Hearing her words, the powerful psychological suggestion made An Wujiu a little suspicious, he didn't know if Shen Ti really existed, and how long he could exist.

An Wujiu has a very paranoid thought, even if it is a dead person, it is a dead body without a heartbeat, even if there is no breathing, no body temperature or even speaking, An Wujiu wants Staying by his side, he couldn't lose his vigilance.

He didn't know why he had such a terrible thought, the next second, An Wujiu realized something.

"Let's go, go to the next one." Shen Ti was very casual, tilted his head to look at An Wujiu.

An Wujiu did not intend to leave just like that, but looked directly at the old woman who was divination.

"Have you ever read your destiny?"

His dark pupils stared at the wrinkled eyes of the old woman, and the waves in his eyes were like calm and deep lake water.

The old woman kept smiling just now, and now she is the same, she shook her head at An Wujiu, "This is not good, it goes against God's will, my dear high priest."

An Wujiu still stared at her like this, the corners of his mouth were straight and his tone was polite, but what he said made people unconsciously feel ordered, "I'll do the math for you, okay? ?"

Similarly, he did not give her a chance to refuse, but held the old woman's old and dry wrist, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for a few seconds.

Wu You looked at him, not knowing what An Wujiu was going to do, but also held her breath consciously.

After a while, An Wujiu slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, “Countless sacrifices.”

The old woman's expression remained unchanged, with a faint smile on her withered face.

"Looking down arrogantly."

The tent was opened by the cold wind, and a flash of snow flashed in her eyes, which was fleeting.

An Wujiu let go of her hand, put it close to her ear, and said the last word in a very soft voice.

Wu You didn't hear what he said, but keenly saw the old woman's expression moved slightly for a moment.

An Wujiu smiled, straightened her body, said goodbye to her, and left the tent with the other three.

Wind and snow wrapped in a cold chill, Wu You turned his head, did not ask what An Wujiu said, but "Do you believe what that old woman said?"

An Wujiu just said to him, "Even if you think it's right, don't believe a word, it's just her psychological suggestion."

Wu You turned around and found that the old woman also came out of her cloak tremblingly, looking at them.

Her eyes made Wu You feel gloomy, and she turned her head.

An Wujiu didn't mention his last prophecy to the old woman to them, but Shen Ti could hear his heart, so it was very clear.

So as they walked forward side by side, Shen Ti told him, "I also think she is that guy."

An Wujiu looked at him, his eyes widened slightly.

"I heard it." Shen Ti leaned into An Wujiu's ear and softly repeated what he heard, "Failed to return."

Yes.

This is An Wujiu's provocation to that evil god.

He knew that he was everywhere, it could be any city citizen passing by, it could be the heavy stone statue on their shoulders, or it could be the heavy snow falling here.

"Brother Wu blame."

He was recalled by a tender voice, raised his eyes, and saw Noah walking towards them in the distance, and Zhou Yijue behind him.

Noah's face was red from the cold, and his eyes were as clear as a blue sky, like a doll.

Wu You was afraid that she would be bullied by Zhou Yijue, so she pulled her to his side, "I just found you."

"When you came out?" Noah smiled up, "I got up early and came down to play in the snow."

Some men in religious attire walked past them, holding in their hands a stack of dark paper, very precious paper made of peeled fig bark, with some text.

One of them stopped in front of them and distributed the bark papers one by one.

An Wujiu took it over and took a closer look, the above content is basically used for preaching, and the descriptions are also related to religion.

He took out one, and found that, unlike the one he had just seen, this bark paper had a large blank, only some ancient words that he could not understand.

Like trying to hide something.

Just like the altar asked them to postpone the morning sacrifice discussion on this day, An Wujiu didn't believe it, just wanted them to participate in the grand ceremony.

There were neat footsteps in the distance, well-trained like an army, An Wu Jiu looked at the source of the sound, saw the crowd and the returning team, the man at the front of the team Wearing a battle suit inlaid with countless obsidian, with colorful feathers on his head and a stone axe in his hand, he looks majestic.

The two men behind him, one wore a tiger skin and the other a leopard skin.

"This is probably their leader." Shen Ti said aside.

An Wujiu nodded, "Looks like he just came back from the war."

They blew horns made of bones, and many people in the tent rushed out to greet them.

Wu You turned to look at Nan Shan, "You really got it right."

Nan Shan was a little puzzled, "What are you talking about?"

"The people in this place are warlike."

Nan Shan was a little surprised, when he and An Wujiu were chatting with the stone sculpture, Wu You seemed to be playing with Shen Ti, "I thought you didn't listen."

"I listened." Wu You said, "I didn't seem to listen carefully, but I remember everything you said." After that, he took out an injection from his pocket, "Well, This, you asked me to help you, I always carry it with me, but you don't seem to be sick recently."

Nan Shan was a little surprised, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what." Wu You put the injection back in his pocket, "It's good if you don't get sick, it's better to heal directly."

"No one cared so much about me except my adoptive father."

Nanshan's sudden appearance made Wu You suddenly blushed.

He didn't know what to say, his throat stuck, "Just... just get the medicine for you."

Nan Shan smiled at him and nodded lightly as if in recognition, "Yeah."

Wu You quickly turned her face away, pretending to look at the leader who was greeted by the people and the returning soldiers.

Some warriors carried some hunted animals, such as turkeys and wild boars, and some chopped meat, which they threw directly to the townspeople who greeted them, like a reward.

The townspeople cheered and competed for the meat, their faces full of joy.

At the same time, singing came from the other end, and many people's eyes were attracted, and the moment they looked at the past, they turned into great respect, and knelt down directly.

An Wu Jiu was a little strange, so he followed the song and went to fame.

He saw the largest stone statue ever seen.

This stone sculpture of the **** is a rare human figure, tall and strong, with a handsome appearance, the sun above its head, and a weapon in its hand. Even the smallest details are carved to life.

The townspeople who raised him were wearing thin clothes, their faces were painted red and yellow, and their mouths were uniformly shouting something, and every townsman passing by knelt in front of the stone statue. When he got down, he pressed his forehead against the icy snow, and read the words of prayer, so devout as if the gods had descended in front of him.

They could vaguely hear the words from the townspeople, such as "You are perfect, the only god."

This sentence alone made An Wujiu recall some not-so-good memories.

He suddenly remembered that when he was trapped in that small room, most of the 24 hours were long and lonely with pain, and occasionally those people wearing protective clothing would come in and get close to him spotlessly.

At the beginning they always had a critical eye, especially when he was in his teenage development, they would measure the data over and over again, and they would disagree, some thought he was too tall, some The one who thinks he needs to grow taller, they will discuss in front of him whether to have surgery, slit the skin, take out his shinbone, and put in a metal prosthesis to achieve the height they want.

The thing they were most dissatisfied with was the tattoo on the side of his neck that spread to his chest, yes, they thought it was a tattoo at first, so they tried to remove it with a laser and found that it didn't work at all, so they cut it off Those skins were replaced with smoother and more flawless ones, but on the second day after the successful transplantation, those peony patterns grew out again.

This living nightmare is so haunting these perfectionists that they change it over and over and re-transplant it again and again.

Unfortunately, they were unsuccessful. They had no choice but to give up.

The stubborn flower is like the stubborn vitality of An Wujiao, no matter how many times it is crushed, it can be restored to its original beauty.

Later, they gradually became more and more satisfied, especially satisfied with his naturally flawless face, the development of his brain, the responsiveness, pain tolerance, and flexibility of his body.

His spirit.

An Wujiu then remembered why they have so many failed experimental subjects, obviously transplanting prosthetic limbs is nothing, and strengthening human physical fitness is not uncommon, even if every bone is crushed and rebuilt , there is always not only a one in ten million chance of success.

Behind this huge failure data, it is only because of part of the experimental system of this innovation plan - mind transformation.

They believe that human beings in the past, including themselves, were imperfect. Everyone has their own struggle between good and evil, and there are black flaws in the bright and beautiful human nature.

How can real innovation only stay in the flesh?

An extreme, utopian expectation makes them eager to become god-makers.

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[You are perfect. ]

The eyes they looked at him were a believer's fanaticism and morbidity, and what was the difference between these city people who surrendered to their faith.

An Wujiu is still fresh in his memory.

[Youareasaint]

The most moral man-made god.

This is what makes him different from others.

It took so long for him to find himself from the extreme division of good and evil, to repair the Daotian moat, and to become a normal person, but it turned out that what they wanted was extreme goodness, To flawless experimental results.

More and more disgusting memories emerged. He thought his lost memories were clear springs, but when he really thought about them, he realized that they were just oily, dirty and turbid. Sewage, posing as a clear spring, gurgled out, but An Wujiu was powerless and could only accept it.

Shen Ti could hear it.

He also witnessed all the past.

He turned his face, saw An Wujiu's pupils were covered with snow, and heard him speak, his voice was blown away by the cold wind, "Shen Ti, I remember."

"No Blame..."

After he finished reading his name softly, he gave a bleak smile, the smile was as short as ice and snow melting under the scorching sun.

"Good name."