The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1090 The price of luck

After an unknown length of silence, Zhang Wei spoke.

He sneered, his voice bitter: "I finally figured it out. Light is both a wave and a particle. If the probability of light being a wave is reduced to zero, then light can only be a particle."

"Human beings may or may not exist in the universe. If the probability of human beings existing in the universe is reduced to zero, human beings will not exist."

"Wow!" Hui Che curled up her legs, covered her face and cried loudly. Her inner ability to bear it was always very poor, "We, what are we going to do? Who is the enemy? Why do they treat us like this? We don't know anything at all. can not do this……"

"Damn it." Gregor was dejected and clenched his fists.

Gregor is not afraid of death. He considers himself an existentialist. As long as he has truly existed, thought, and created in this universe, even if this planet is just a drop in the ocean, even if human civilization is just a blink of the universe, there is still existence. It means that he has existed, and he has existed in this universe, and that is enough.

But now he knows that soon, there will be no more him in the universe.

This is such a huge and hopeless nothingness. Gregor felt deeply frustrated and sad.

Others are not much better, and everyone's morale has reached its lowest point.

Douhu slapped his thigh, stood up, picked up the loudspeaker and shouted: "Okay! Intermission! Everyone digests it first, and we will continue in 10 minutes!"

After Douhu finished speaking, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, turned around and climbed up the sand dune behind him.

Douhu on the hill had his back to everyone, smoking in the cold wind. He squinted at the dark blue sand dunes. He looked the same as usual. No one noticed that his two fingers holding the cigarette were trembling.

"Swish—swish—"

There were footsteps behind Douhu. Douhu immediately put the cigarette into his mouth and put his hands in his pockets.

"Give me one." The person coming was Suzaku, and she stood side by side with Douhu.

"If you don't give it, Xiao Yangyang will have to curse again." Douhu grinned.

"He approved it, hurry up!" Suzaku said.

Douhu took out the shriveled cigarette case from his trouser pocket and threw it to Suzaku. Suzaku took out a cigarette and lit it with half of the cigarette in Douhu's mouth.

She took a breath, tilted her head slightly, and the smoke she exhaled immediately melted in the cold wind.

"call--"

Suzaku breathed a long sigh of relief and felt that her whole body came to life. She pushed her messed up hair behind her ears and smiled bitterly: "The probability is zero. You really have to live and learn."

Douhu also sneered: "No."

"Are you afraid?" Suzaku looked sideways at Douhu.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I feel uncomfortable." Douhu scratched his messy curly hair, "I can't explain clearly."

"Tell me about it." Suzaku became interested.

"I have to say, it's like forgetting to bring paper while taking a pee. I finally borrowed the paper from the brother in the pit opposite, but when I lowered my head, I found that my butt was missing."

"What a mess, ivory can't come out of a dog's mouth." Suzaku rolled his eyes, then smiled again.

Douhu also smiled.

The two stopped talking and smoked quietly, their thoughts floating in the desolate desert.

……

On another small sand dune, Gao Yang sat cross-legged, seeming to be thinking, but also seemed to be just in a daze.

Qing Ling sat next to Gao Yang and looked at the bonfire at their feet with him.

It was break time, but Bailiyi was surrounded by many people, like students asking the teacher questions after class.

"What are you thinking about?" Qing Ling asked.

"I'm thinking about what Qilin said." Gao Yang answered truthfully.

"Which sentence?" Qing Ling asked.

"Guess." Gao Yang deliberately didn't say anything.

"I won't guess." Qing Ling said.

"Just guess once."

Qing Ling thought patiently for a moment and said, "Fight for survival."

"Very close." "I understand, what he said to Zhang Wei." Qing Ling was very confident.

Gao Yang nodded and repeated slowly: "Qilin said that the ultimate mission of mankind is to exist. No matter what the cost, mankind must survive."

Qing Ling remained silent, letting the night wind play with her short hair and slap her cheek.

"I finally understand why Qilin went crazy." Gao Yang grabbed a handful of sand and said:
"He is not Baili Yi and does not understand the truth about the probability of zeroing out. He just peeked at God by mistake and used God to feel the probability of zeroing out. Faced with this incomprehensible and invincible nothingness, no one can Everyone will be afraid."

Gao Yang held the sand tightly, but it flowed away faster between his fingers: "Qilin can't understand what he went through, let alone let us understand, but the fear is deep in his bones, torturing him day and night, he must Driven crazy by despair, he came up with the gyro plan."

Gao Yang was a little frustrated and a little scared: "If it were me, I might be crazier than him."

"But you are not the one spying on God." Qing Ling said, "You are luckier than Qilin."

A trace of confusion flashed in Gao Yang's eyes, "Qing Ling, what exactly is luck?"

"I didn't know before." Qing Ling raised her head and met Gao Yang's gaze, "But after listening to Bai Liyi's words, I have the answer."

"what?"

“To exist is to be lucky.”

Gao Yang was taken aback.

"All the previous awakened ones are dead, but Baili Yi is still alive. This is luck."

"Qilin is dead and you are still alive. This is luck."

"My sister..." Qing Ling was silent. At least at this moment, at least in front of Gao Yang, she didn't want to deceive herself anymore. "My sister no longer exists, but I still exist. This is luck."

Gao Yang's heart was in pain, but he did not rely on [spiritual weapons] to suppress it. Instead, he split his soul into two. One Gao Yang endured the sadness, and the other Gao Yang quietly observed.

In this way, the grief will not completely defeat him.

"Gao Yang."

Qing Ling's voice became softer: "Everything has a price. As long as we still exist, no matter how painful and desperate we are, we can't give up, and we can't give up. This is the price of luck."

"This is... the price of luck." Gao Yang repeated softly, feeling warm courage inexplicably arise in his heart.

He looked at Qing Ling and said, "You are right, but there is one thing I don't agree with."

"Which point?"

"Whether it's Qing Ling, Qilin, or all the people who died, they are still here." He grabbed Qing Ling's hand and placed it on his heart: "They are all here."

"As long as this world exists, we will still exist, and we will still exist, and the dead will still exist."

"Since everything is probability, then before the apple falls, the probability of existence, whether alive or dead, will not really be zero."

"Qing Ling, we haven't lost yet."

Qing Ling was stunned, with hot broken light flashing in the corners of her eyes, "Gao Yang, no matter what happens, I will be by your side to support you. I have only one request for you."

"You said."

"Must win."

"I will try my best." Gao Yang said.

Qing Ling suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Gao Yang's collar, and pulled him towards her.

Her forehead was pressed against Gao Yang's forehead, and her black hair was tangled in the night wind.

"Try your best." Qing Ling said.

"..."

"Try your best." Qing Ling said sharply: "Did you hear that?!"

"Okay, I promise you."

After receiving Gao Yang's promise, Qing Ling felt relieved.

She let go of Gao Yang's collar, stood up quickly, and walked quickly down the sand dune: "Going back."

(End of this chapter)