v2 Chapter 162： :program

[The pen scroll of the submarine tribe! 】

[Introduction: The above records the changes of a race and an era. 】

[Here is a forgotten world, a road runs through the dark bottom of the sea. 】

[Various strange races have come to this world to start a huge survival. The advent of every race will face a huge catastrophe. 】

[In this catastrophe of survival, countless races have been destroyed. Internal and external struggles continue, and many foreign powerhouses struggle hard and cannot escape death. 】

[Is it surrendered or resisted. Surrender is a puppet, and resistance is death. 】

[After several years of resistance, we finally chose to surrender and sink to the bottom of the sea, willing to be a puppet, just to live and continue the race. 】

Although there are very few words on the notes, Xia Bo felt a chill on his back. He held the scroll with a slightly uneasy expression and paced back and forth.

The description on the scroll is not very clear, but it perfectly paints a picture of the survival of the heavens.

"All kinds of weird races, a huge catastrophe, the destruction of countless races, internal and external struggles, submission and resistance."

"This, this description is not exactly what human beings are currently facing! All this seems to have an invisible palm behind it that drives the development of all things."

"But now for humans, it has just begun. For me. It has just begun. The danger of highways comes only from wild monsters and humans. It has not yet reached the level of facing the heavens and races and disasters. Humans. There is still room for development."

"Should I tell Old Man Zhou about this? It is far from enough to rely on your own strength in the future. Even if you can survive, what about other people? Will everyone die except yourself?"

"Look at what Old Man Zhou thinks first."

Xia Bo's face was thoughtful, her skinny hands squeezed the message with her life.

In addition to revealing the difficulties that humans are facing, this information also has an important message, that is, the monsters that oneself kills are actually not something that the game can arrange.

But these monsters once represented a race.

The most likely thing is that these wild monsters have either been exterminated, and then resurrected through the game to become the current wild monsters. After all, even the dead can be resurrected on the highway.

Either they chose to surrender and became the puppets of this game.

"So besides the difficulties brought by other camp players, there are also unknown changes in the future."

Xia Bo's face is not pretty. He can basically be sure now that the players in the white camp obviously got some information, otherwise how could they target players in other camps, especially the players in the yellow camp.

"So the game of Survival on the Road will not say that the idleness of the game divides all players into a detailed camp, but there must be some reason for this."

Xia Bo inferred in his heart that if the division of the camp is for future development, then it is totally unreasonable now. After all, on the road, there is a person, maybe some people form a team, but there are very few, at least I have not encountered much on this road. been.

The division of the camp is only divided into the amateur activities of this game. At present, most of the activities have no rewards, so Xia Bo has no desire to fight, and concentrates on improving his strength to deal with the dangers that come in the future.

At present, with the changes in the game, the emergence of the faction has brought a lot of trouble to myself on this road.

Killing has a guilty value, and your own guilty value goes up, at least you are not at peace.

Regardless, I can only take one step at a time.

The ghost knows what will happen in the future.

No one knows this.

"Forget it, don't want to, first send the things to Old Man Zhou before talking."

Xia Bo sent the information he had received to Old Man Zhou. He didn't want to use this information to get something in his heart. Although Old Man Zhou is a bit hateful, his heart is toward human beings. From the warnings he sent to himself, he did not It's hard to see.

He really hopes to carry the beam.

It's a pity that Old Man Zhou found the wrong person, and now he just thinks about how to live in this world.

"Xia boy, your special mother is still alive!!"

Old Man Zhou's reply was very fast, almost within seconds.

"I know about the things in the world, so naturally I won't let them go. You first look at the things I send you."

Xia Bo pondered for a while and replied that his heart also wanted to know the reasons behind this. Old Man Zhou obviously knew some inside information, and maybe he had also obtained some such information.

But because these messages were relatively comprehensive, it was accompanied by a curse, and Old Man Zhou was obviously cursed. As for what the curse is, I am afraid that Old Man Zhou also knows.

"Let me consider."

Old Man Zhou replied, and there was no movement.

After a long time, he sent a string of messages: "Where did you type this thing?"

"Submarine Highway."

Xia Bo didn't hide it. He invited blueberries, held them in his arms, and gently stroked them.

"Although the information you got is not as comprehensive as Lao Tzu, it is almost the same. Xia Xiaozi, you are up to you for tonight's affairs. You can ask what you want to know, but Lao Tzu thinks you know almost the same."

Old Man Zhou is a wise man, knowing that Xia Bo had already guessed what would happen in the future through the addition of these scattered clues.

"I want to know, our enemy."

This is very important. Xia Bo hasn't thought about this problem seriously before. He always thought that this highway only needs to be upgraded, then collect and collect materials, and turn his car into a chariot.

But as more and more things surfaced along the way, he faintly felt that everything seemed not as simple as he thought.

"Our enemy? You talk about your opinion first Old Man Zhou didn't say it directly, but asked rhetorically.

"Wild monsters, or are they behind this game? Or those strange wild monster races?"

Xia Bo thought for a while, gently stroked the blueberry's soft hair with his hand, calmly analyzed it in his heart, and then replied.

At present, based on my own information, I always feel that there is a pair of invisible palms behind it that is pushing things forward.

"What the **** is the black hand behind the scenes? Boy Xia, are you worrying about it? There is actually no black hand behind the scenes. You can understand this game as a program."

"program?"

The hand stroking the blueberry paused slightly.

"Cocoa." Blueberry screamed softly, rubbing Xia Bo's hand, and seemed to ask again, why didn't he touch it.

"How to say?"

Xia Bo replied, stroking the blueberries again.