Chapter 194 The Origin of Mount Buzhou?

There was no pollutant near him, except...

A rat that stood up like a human, standing in his field of vision, standing in the shadow of the street corner.

Such a scene made Yao Yan wonder for a moment-

Why did he leave that world faster than himself.

As for the operation of his disguise being seen?

Although it was a bit unexpected, it was not something that needed to be worried about.

After all, this matter had been exposed in all aspects.

Lao Jia had seen him use his abilities many times. Lao Jia should have known about his abilities, but it was just a matter of knowing more or less.

Compared with these, Yao Yan was more concerned about the ice blue feathers and the fact that Lao Jia returned earlier than himself.

Facing his question, Lao Jia's rat face, which originally had no expression, only showed a scrutinizing look.

He was using his ability, the ability to judge value.

Immediately, Yao Yan adjusted the relevant values ​​on this issue.

When he began to consider giving up asking this "insignificant" question, Lao Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and said:

"You are indeed not lying. My ability is not of much use to you."

"You can do the opposite. Sell the things I think are worthless at a high price and sell the things I think are valuable at a low price?"

Lao Jia glanced at him, turned around, and walked towards the depths of the chaotic street with his cane:

"I don't do business that I am not sure of."

"Oh, I didn't expect you, Lao Jia, to be a steady person."

Yao Yan opened and closed his crow's beak, and uttered words that did not match his voice without emotion.

This situation made Lao Jia pause slightly.

At this time, Yao Yan also returned to the topic:

"What's the matter with the feathers of the winged man?"

Old Jia turned his head and turned his head again at this time:

"What price do you offer?"

"Oh, so this is the trick. You don't want to estimate the price yourself, but let me bid?"

At this time, Yao Yan, whose value judgment on this question has dropped a lot, responded:

"A sentence of the corpse of the winged man, is at the level of reality."

And Old Jia was silent for a moment before saying:

"The level of phenomena."

"Deal."

Yao Yan, who has reached the effect level, has become close to the value judgment of the level of reality and phenomenon.

After scanning his body back and forth, Old Jia turned his head and said as he walked:

"It should be the 'silent angel' 'Zile.'"

"Silent angel?"

Yao Yan didn't care whether his frankness would affect the other party's brain supplement. He didn't intend to let the other party regard him as a polluted body with a background like he did with Lou Lan.

Old Jia, who obviously had too many assumptions about him, looked at him deeply for a moment before he replied:

"Silent Angel, a high-level shelter in Frost City."

"In Frost City, shelters of different sizes and levels have different names."

"The first one is the Frost Angel at the real level, and at the regular level, it is called the Silent Angel."

"Winged people are just the name of ordinary humans assimilated by the Silent Angel, or other races' derogatory name for Frost City creatures."

Like explaining to someone who knows nothing, Old Jia spoke in a low voice.

Yao Yan still knew a little about the names of Winged People and Frost City Angels, which were in the previous "basic knowledge".

What Yao Yan cared about was "assimilation".

This word and angel together made his first thought of missionary work.

This word is related to "propagation" as soon as you hear it.

Moreover, this word should be related to the feathers he controlled with the Deformed Shadow Crow before...

Yao Yan did not beat around the bush and asked directly:

"Is pollution a force at the law level?"

This time, Lao Jia stopped completely and turned around:

"Why do you think cities like Yancheng, Haicheng, and Shuangcheng are in that form? And we lone rangers have different forms?"

Lao Jia seemed to have given up guessing the background and his intentions. He did not observe his actions, but just explained:

"The receivers and pollutants at the law level can transform other organisms and the surrounding environment into a form consistent with him on a large scale."

He stared at Yao Yan:

"If I had been in Yancheng, I would have become a wooden rat later."

He said, turning his head and looking into the distance:

"Humans in the old times were social animals. Their consciousness would influence each other, and they would assimilate the surrounding individuals into spiritual consciousness consistent with or close to their own through various methods."

Is there?

Although Yao Yan had already answered yes when he asked himself in his heart, many details are still worth pondering.

But he did not interrupt.

The more Lao Jia spoke, the less he seemed to be explaining, but rather finding an outlet for venting.

His voice became deeper and his speech speed became a little faster:

"A containment or pollutant assimilates other containments or pollutants, and these assimilated and polluted objects will become new sources."

As he spoke, he seemed to be angry:

"The pollutant is easy to change, and it is difficult to stabilize its form, so it is still difficult to form a large-scale similar environment."

"But the containments are different. Their assimilation may even change the spiritual core form of other containments and become a copy."

As he spoke, the emotion in his rat eyes quickly faded, because of indifference and cold killing:

"After the containment reaches the regular level, the assimilation phenomenon will continue to accumulate and expand."

Yao Yan roughly understood.

Using a more vivid biological gene example, the containment will not or is extremely difficult to mutate the replication behavior, while the polluter will mutate.

No, not quite right, it should be that the polluted pollutant or the containment will form a new concept because of the combination of the pollution concept and the original concept, and the pollutant and the containment assimilated by the containment will be covered, inheriting the concept of the assimilation source, and losing their own concept.

Yao Yan, who understood Lao Jia's speech, was about to say something when he heard Lao Jia's next sentence, which became increasingly cold:

"Do you have any other questions?"

There are many questions to ask.

After a brief pause, Yao Yan asked another question.

"Why has Buzhou Mountain not been polluted and assimilated?"

When he heard this, he saw Lao Jia's extremely cold eyes:

"Because, Buzhou Mountain is the legacy of Mr. Almost, and this place should have been a paradise for us polluters."

His cold voice seemed to spread out:

"The power of pollutants will continue to influence each other, creating more powerful pollutants."

"But that group of pollutants broke in here after Mr. Almost disappeared."

"They are parasitic here."

As Lao Jia said, his voice suddenly returned to normal:

"If you are interested, you can go to these places to have a look."

"The traces left by one of the most powerful receivers killed by Mr. Almost."

"Oh, by the way, he is called 'hierarchy'."

"But it is more likely to be 'class'."

"But I am most inclined to 'standard'."

When Lao Jia's figure disappeared in the shadow of the street, Yao Yan's eyes could not help but freeze on the several passes on the ground.