wear it lord god

Chapter 2457 A bunch of shit 9

Mo Ming was still fanning the flames: "These ants who waste resources are just living in misery and have no value in existence. It is better to clean them up and give the place to your believers."

Indeed, this side is crowded, dirty and chaotic; that side is pastoral, kind and simple.

Perhaps we should be given another chance. Some dimensions have come up with the "Ten Commandments". Since the laws designated by humans are ineffective, the divine commandments given by God can always be used to impose constraints, right?

At this time, something happened again. No one knew what it was. A few people were smoking together, and two of them had a conflict. It started with punching each other, and it became more and more fierce. The people next to them did not intervene, but watched the fun with a smile. Finally, one of them got angry and grabbed the iron skewer that the rat vendor next to him used to skewer rats, and stabbed it hard, piercing the other person's eye.

Oh my goodness... Xining simply couldn't bear to watch it. This guy was going to be completely finished.

As expected, the man fell to the ground, dead. There was an iron stick stuck in his eye socket, blood oozing out from the exposed end of the stick, and then blood began to drip from his nose and ears.

The murderer was stunned, watching the others pass by, sniffing his breath, then looking at the other intact eye, the pupil of which was dilated, and he said, "Dead."

The human body is so fragile that it can be broken in a moment.

"What should we do?" Several people looked at each other.

Suddenly someone suggested: "Why not sell it? Even if your brain is broken, the things on you are still good. You can exchange it for a box of wine or a pack of cigarettes."

Suddenly, these people's eyes lit up and they started to work and give suggestions.

You have to be quick, otherwise if others see you, they will have to share the money. As soon as he said this, the vendor selling roasted rat meat next to him came over and said that the skewer was his. Before he could continue, the others agreed to give him a share.

If we delay any longer, more people may come to share the spoils.

Two people held the body up on the left and right, but it was still a bit obvious. In order to prove that he deserved the money, the vendor gritted his teeth and pulled out the iron stick stuck in the eye socket. As a result, an eyeball was pulled out, and someone immediately retched, but couldn't spit out anything. They had smoke in their stomachs, almost nothing.

So two of them led the way, two stayed behind, and two carried the body.

Occasionally someone would look over, but they wouldn't ask anything, as fighting was common here.

Xining did not follow them. When he arrived at the black market, the most he saw was these people happily holding the supplies they had exchanged for the corpses, with their faces full of joy of a good harvest.

The morals collapsed completely. They were taking turns smoking just now, but in less than five minutes, they killed their companions and everyone took the cigarette to exchange for other things.

Mo Ming: "Either there will be an earthquake and the whole place will collapse. Or we can spend some points and send this place directly to the magma layer at the center of the earth, and the pit left behind will slowly recover. It's okay if there is no pit at all, and we can spend some more points..."

Wait, wait, Xining is really drunk. This is a big deal, after all, it involves so many lives.

By the way, there are still two hours left until the appointed time. Let’s go and see what the top management is doing.

In the conference room, after a night of discussion and decision-making, the basic plan has been finalized and is being reviewed line by line.

A beautiful secretary with long legs read: "Article 24: We will erect a symbol of the gods on the top of each building. The symbol will be painted with K pure gold and will shine brightly in the sun. At night, it will be illuminated by lights, making sure it shines day and night so that every resident can see it."

Then the elders pressed the voting machines in their hands, and "beep~" the final result came out.

Female secretary: "Unanimous approval, Article 22: We will hold a poetry competition to praise the gods every year. The winners will receive generous bonuses. We also stipulate that the winners' poems will be used as the hymns of praise for the year. Everyone must be able to sing them. Those who cannot will be severely punished."

"duo~"

"Passed unanimously, Article 23..."

Xining couldn't listen any longer, so Mo Ming pulled out the information from the secretary's tablet and she went to read it. She read it one by one, and the first few were pretty good, controlling the population, gradually equalizing the wealth, and strengthening personal moral construction.

But when it comes to the eighth article, perhaps in order to please her, he starts to hear the terms and conditions, such as building temples, holding sacrifices, finding out the names of the gods again, and so on, which is a plan to revive the gods.

There were seventy or eighty items in total, covering everything about worshiping gods from conception to death.

I'm drunk again, this is too much.

Why do I need so much nonsense? I just want you to live a good life, and everyone to live a good life.

As for faith, as long as you have good thoughts in your heart and think of me from time to time, it's fine. You don't have to do it every day, you can start as soon as you open your eyes, get dressed, eat, take a bath, and even when you are shy, you should greet me and the gods first.

Looking at these elders, who nodded their approval with numb expressions, they were also tired. They had not slept all night and had relied on drugs to stay awake until now. However, their efforts were not put into practice.

  Everyone takes it for granted what I want. Even though I sometimes covet vanity and the power of faith, I am the Lord God!

Is it really so difficult to guess what God is thinking?

She left the conference room and went to the next one. This was a large conference room where dozens of senior staff members were sitting and resting with refreshing drinks.

Some chatted while taking a break.

"We need to build temples, erect symbols, hold sacrifices every day, and hold singing competitions with high prize money. Where will the money come from?" The man had a sad face and seemed to be in charge of the money.

"The other side doesn't want organs. When they are sick, they go to the mountains to pick herbs. When they are very sick, they pray. If the gods don't save them, they think that this is their fate. Otherwise, our medicine could get a lot of resources."

"You're thinking too much. We'll talk about it later. Let's get through this first. If they don't want it, it will cost us a lot. The higher-ups are considering allowing brain transplants."

"What?" Immediately, several people with sharp ears became interested and came over.

"Shh~" The man made a gesture to keep quiet: "I'm thinking about it. When I really have no money, I will..."

“In this case, wouldn’t we be immortal?” His eyes lit up.

"You have to take some risks, the body will reject it." The man said with a bit of pride: "I can look for a good body when I have time."

Mo Ming explained: "The cloning technology is not yet perfect, which causes the cloned body or organs to age quickly. So they still use allogeneic transplantation."

That is to say, if brain transplantation is allowed, the brain can be transplanted into other healthy bodies, just like taking over another body, and it can indeed achieve immortality.

Population control may be just talk, after all, there are not many genes that can be paired. Then the lower class will live a more humble life, and the resources for survival will be reduced. As for the reason for the lack of things, it can be blamed on the gods.

Because worshiping gods requires money, resources are reduced.

There was still one hour left before the time limit came. But she felt that it was enough, enough.

"Mo Ming, help me contact Xiwang, and don't let anyone else know."

Time passed minute by minute, and the elders and senior executives were all in the History Museum, watching the countdown on the screen.

In order to please the goddess, he specially replaced her with a good-looking young male secretary, hoping that he would be painted and oiled to make him shiny and glittering.

When all the numbers returned to "0", the hall was silent and everyone's heart was beating violently.