Zhang Zhiwen asked, "Are you here?"

Wei Huo said: "Here, and he has destroyed half of Country M."

Zhang Zhiwen: "..."

He forgot that the mythical level was completely unwilling to do something like destruction of the earth, so he would not stop it. He immediately rushed out of the base that had completely turned into ruins, and then he saw several superheroes fighting a very small mechanical bird.

He flew over immediately, but he saw the mechanical bird suddenly spit out a laser, and then an extremely huge crack was cut open on the ground.

Zhang Zhiwen was shocked and angry: "Why didn't they wake me up?"

Wei Huo said: "I guess I thought you were buried under the base and died."

Zhang Zhiwen: "..."

Zhang Zhiwen rushed towards the bird, but Wei Huo said: "You are not an opponent, this mechanical bird is a rule creation."

"rule?"

Zhang Zhiwen knows what rules represent, rules represent mythical level. Is this mechanical bird actually a mythical level creature?

The snake god said, "It's very interesting, but it doesn't feel like it's from mythological hands."

Wei Huo said: "It is not just the internal parts of the mechanical bird that are numbered, which shows that the mechanical bird is mass-produced."

Zhang Zhiwen opened his mouth wide: "The rule creation of mass production?"

Lu Qiqi said: "The technology in this world can be powerful enough to control the rules, which breaks our cognition."

In their cognition, only those who sublimate the soul can become mythical. Technology cannot do this, but now their cognition has been broken.

Wei Huo said: "Catching this mechanical bird, scientists of this race have a deep study of the soul!"

Without studying the soul, it is impossible to create rule creations, because rules can only be obtained after the soul is sublimated.

A group of mythologically level attacked immediately. They controlled Zhang Zhiwen's body and rushed forward, but the mechanical bird burst out with extremely powerful power.

"Counterattack Rules!"

"Send Zhang Zhiwen away first!"

Zhang Zhiwen was not bad yet, and then a powerful force came, pushing him up to Yun Xiao directly, and then flew quickly towards Dongfang.

Wei Huo said: "This is a counterattack rule. We cannot attack it, we can only trap it with our strength."

They insist on attacking, of course, can break this counterattack rule, but it will also destroy the mechanical bird, so they can only use a barrier to trap it.

After research, Wei Huo discovered how powerful the counterattack rules of this mechanical bird are. He said: "This mechanical bird can absorb all attacks and then rebound with a ten-fold increase. Perhaps it can be called a counterattack bird."

"Boom!"

The counterattack bird is constantly attacking the barrier that wraps it, which will absorb power. Because it contains the devouring rules of the snake god, the counterattack bird cannot obtain a new source of energy, so it begins to weaken.

Wei Huo said: "This bird is not here to destroy the earth, it is a test."

With mythological knowledge, they immediately knew why the bird of the higher civilization who could create regular creations came.

The bird does not look vicious, and it certainly does not carry any energy at the beginning, so it will not do any attack when it first arrives on Earth. As long as someone attacks it, it will fight back ten times.

This result will only lead to the war between the counterattack bird and the earth civilization. Therefore, it is crucial to who the counterattack bird is the first person to meet. If you meet a person who is not aggressive, then the earth will not be in any danger. But if you meet a person who is very aggressive, then the earth will be finished.

"This is a way for higher civilizations to screen low-level civilizations. Friendly civilizations will be left and started to communicate, and vicious civilizations will be eliminated."

The universe is dark, and we cannot know the ideas of other civilizations, and other civilizations do not know our ideas. So how should we judge whether other civilizations are good or malicious? That is to send a counterattack bird to go over. If it is a malicious civilization, they will perish themselves. If it is a good civilization, they can save it.

Wei Huo said: "As long as you ensure that the counterattack birds will not be destroyed, this higher civilization will come after that period. This is a good opportunity. We need their soul research materials very much."

···

Wei Huo was planning to obtain information about other civilizations, but Zhang Zhiwen flew directly from Country M to Country Z because of a mythical push. The landing point was very accurate, just the city where Zhang Zhiwen lived, but his landing point was in the suburbs and in a pool.

Zhang Zhiwen was not very skilled in controlling mental power. As soon as he landed, he smashed a big hole and quickly fainted.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a shabby tricycle, and his whole body was incredibly painful.

"Crack, Crack!" This worn-out tricycle was very difficult and moved forward slowly, with noise constantly making at its axle, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Zhang Zhiwen tried hard to open his eyes, and then he saw the wrinkled old man. The old man's clothes were all patches. There was a small stool in the tricycle. He sat on the small stool. There were some leftover vegetables on the half side of the stool, a few pieces of cardboard, a few beer bottles, and plastic bags that were kneaded into a ball.

"you..."

Zhang Zhiwen turned his head with difficulty, and then he saw an old lady riding a tricycle with difficulty, and she was carrying the seriously injured Zhang Zhiwen and the old man.

Why is it the old lady carrying the old man? Does this old man have any disease? This is Zhang Zhiwen’s first thought.

Then, Zhang Zhiwen saw the old man patting the old man on the shoulder: He didn't say anything, but the old man stopped the tricycle in a tacit understanding. She got off the tricycle tremblingly, and then helped the hunchbacked grandfather out of the car.

Then, the old man worked hard to ride a tricycle, while the old man climbed into the tricycle with difficulty. She sat on the small stool where the old man was sitting before, and then took a breath.

"Crack!"

The tricycle made another difficult sound. It was the old man who was pedaling the tricycle hard. He was really hard because the tricycle was very worn and there was also a living person like Zhang Zhiwen. However, with the old man's efforts, the tricycle began to move forward slowly again.

Zhang Zhiwen couldn't imagine that there was such a thing. He struggled and said, "Grandma, let me go..."

Although Zhang Zhiwen's body was seriously injured, he was gradually recovering. Even if he was thrown on the ground and ignored it, he would recover completely. There was no need to do so.

But Zhang Zhiwen saw the old lady closing her eyes. She seemed to be resting and hurry up to rest because she knew that she would soon go to ride a tricycle again.

As expected, after the tricycle was about 100 meters away, the old man stopped. He was gasping for breath. He really had no strength. He climbed off the tricycle with difficulty. The old lady's condition was much better than the old man. After she rested enough, she got off the car and then helped the old man onto the tricycle.

The old lady rode a tricycle. She lowered her head and said nothing, looked at the street trees around her, and looked at the cars that kept whizzing by. She seemed to have become a lonely traveler, and behind her were two people who were carried by her.

It is not difficult for Zhang Zhiwen to imagine that during these days, the old couple used this kind of rotation to rush to the county town to sell vegetables, and then returned to the farmhouse, and they also had to grow vegetables. Did they just stick to this kind of life?

About one hundred meters later, Zhang Zhiwen's body recovered almost. He asked the old lady to stop and rode the tricycle by himself. In the surprised expression of the old lady and the old lady, he endured the pain on his body and pedaled the tricycle.

"Crazy..." The tricycle was moving forward with difficulty, and it often slipped. Zhang Zhiwen asked: "Old man, do you have no children?"

Why did it reach this point today? Is it because the children are unfilial, or is their children already dead?
Chapter completed!