Fuso Islands.

In a huge crypt, off-white polymers like human brains are taking shape.

The plague god is fiddling with those gray and white lives, and it is them that have gathered into this personal brain.

Every human brain has a circumference of hundreds of meters, with many grooves and twists and turns. No creature can have such a big brain.

Between these brains, gray-white silk threads are connecting with each other.

A glimmer of light flashed from time to time on the silk thread, which looked mysterious and weird, and even had a bit of science fiction.

If outsiders see this scene, they will be shocked.

"As long as you gather 9981 biological brains, even if this biological computer is finally formed, you can start deducing the way of heaven in this world." The plague god admired his works.

"Why do you have to be eighty-one? Can you, a biological computer that uses human technology, meet the extreme numbers of Tao?" The moon god who looked up at this scene said curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just a habit I used to. In fact, 80 can be done, 82 can be done..." The plague god said casually.

"..." The Moon God said nothing about this.

"Oh, there is one thing that may be useful to you and me. The inheritance of the God of Food has been opened." The Moon God waited for a while and suddenly mentioned it.

"Oh, He is just a little god, and his inheritance is not precious, but some food and beverages are extremely boring. If it were the secret realm of inheritance left by the previous mysterious existences, I would still be interested, but it's a pity that I didn't catch up with the heavens." The plague god said indifferently and continued to appreciate his works.

"I have heard of a secret that the God of Food did not really fall, but hid his soul in the artifact of enlightenment and descended to this world with the secret realm of inheritance." The Moon God suddenly said.

"After all, he is a disciple of the saint, and his knowledge is not comparable to us gods," the plague god's eyes lit up when he heard this. "If a god's soul can serve as the core of this creature's computer, the computing power will increase by more than ten times, and there will be many magical things."

"This is exactly why I told this secret." Moon God said lightly.

"Haha, I really want to thank you. If the soul of the God of Food is integrated into this biological computer, my chances of resetting in the future will be more than a little bit." The God of Plague said happily.

"The mysterious realm of food is now being opened, but I can only hold on for one month. In order to preside over the inheritance, I believe that the soul of the God of Food will not leave the secret realm. This is the only opportunity." The Moon God said lightly.

"Then I will go immediately and ask the Moon God to help me take care of this place." The Plague God did not ask how to enter the Mysterious Realm of Food, obviously He knew it.

After all, they are all Gods, and some things are still needed by mortals, but they do not use them.

The plague god disappeared from the crypt.

After a while, the moon god raised his head and suddenly reached out to a point. A white light flashed across one of the brains, and then disappeared.

This biological computer was so boasted by the plague god that he could not be moved?

There has never been a saying of "friend" among Gods...

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Giant Rat Underground Royal City.

Under martial law throughout the city, all people in non-critical locations were ordered to take a month off and go to the tribe temples in their neighborhoods to worship incense and worship regularly every day.

The tribe temples are often located in the middle of the block, covering a considerable area and are almost as big as an ordinary park.

Inside are enshrined with statues of the ancestors, statues of the kings today, as well as the giant rat demon spirit positions that have died since the lower realm, and the heaven and earth. Apart from that, there are no other gods.

Just from this point, you can see that they are very similar to the Shenzhou on the ground.

Everyone is very practical. Whoever has kindness to him will worship him. However, there are not many illusory gods.

A group of people came back from the tribe temple and sat on the bench in the square of the temple and chatted.

They were all dressed in decent clothes, elegant in conversation, suits and tie, and sprayed with perfume. There was no trace of the demon at all, and they looked like an urban petty bourgeois outfit.

Only practitioners can understand through the demonic aura on them and understand that they are not human.

But they are different from the inferior monsters in the myth. They are all full of energy and confident.

"I hope we can go to this tribe temple to worship one day in the future." A young man wearing silver-framed glasses said enviously.

"Work hard and there will be such a day in the future." The person next to him encouraged.

"Hey, I've read online news recently. Those humans are in panic. Not many people are willing to work. Many people are drunk and dreaming. I'm infected by them. I haven't done much energy recently." The mouse demon in glasses shook his head.

"There are people who are drunk and dreaming, but they are not the mainstream. Are there still many people preparing for future migration? Food, vegetables, oxygen and energy, all need to be reserved, and more things to do. I heard that there is no concept of "unemployment rate" among human beings. As long as they are active, they must be mobilized to work, and their days off will be gone, which seems to be more tired than us. The legendary welfare has also been greatly reduced, and those who have the ability to work but do not work will be forced to transform."

"Yes, since the new king came to power, we finally have the concept of rest. In recent months, the work effect has improved a lot. The ancestor will probably be much more relieved when he sees this situation." The mouse demon in glasses nodded.

While they were talking, they had no idea that the two people were walking in front of them.

An old man and a young man are all invisible.

"Master, are you pleased?" Nie Yuan asked with ulterior motives.

"..." The ancestor of the Bai family did not say anything, but a cold light emitted from his eyes.

As expected, even if the power is large, the old king will never be happy to be pulled out to compare with the new king.

This has nothing to do with cultivation, it is all instinct.

Nie Yuan thought to himself, it seems that Bai Shixin's good life will not last long.

How could the ancestor make the hard-built foundation cheaper for outsiders?

Just look at the statues worshipped in the temple and you will know that if the other party does not put his statue on it, the ancestor can tolerate it.

Now he dares to share incense with his ancestors, that is the way to die.

However, if he doesn't let go, he won't be able to do so.

If Bai Shixin did not put his statue, when this clan was first established and his incense and fortune were most precious, he would not be able to get much, and he would never have the chance to surpass his ancestors in the future.

This is different from the feudal dynasty period on earth. When emperors live, they do not enter the temple, but only after they die.

That's because they will not accept incense, and it will be no different from how long they will receive it. Anyway, after death, it will become ashes and it will be useless. No matter how much incense they burn, they will not be able to enjoy it.

If there were gods who could show their saints in the past, those emperors would have to let the people build sacred temples for themselves.

The contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable.

Both sides have a common position on strengthening the giant rat clan and will not undermine each other.
Chapter completed!