Communication failed? !

Shi Qing suddenly shocked, how can the system message fail to be sent?

He sent it a few times without dying, still indicating that the communication failed, and did not explain any reason.

When Shi Qing's face was not good, he turned his mind and turned a lot of thoughts. He was immediately caught in the heart by the worst one. Is it something happening in Qin's side? So can't communicate?

What happened?

A little thought, he was a little confused in his heart.

But quickly, he forced himself to calm down. In this unknown world, he can't be self-defeating. If Qin Mo really has something wrong, he still needs him to help! At this time, I was confused and I fell into it. What should I do?

What's more... Shi Qing's heartbeat slowly calmed down, he believes that Qin Mo, believe in his host, there will be nothing wrong!

Calm down, Shi Qing's brain turned fast.

Excluding the worst thoughts, there are other possibilities for communication failure. For example, the distance between him and Qin Mo is too far, beyond the scope that the system can maintain, and then the reason for this world.

The system task itself is an exception, and it is not impossible to have more restrictions.

After thinking about this, Shi Qing became more and more calm, but he still hoped to find Qin Mo as soon as possible.

It was because of this accident that he was so angry that he slammed him back.

The person who came is a tall, thin and tall youth, about thirty years old, wearing a similar to the yellow three whip, but he is much thinner, but the so-called thin is also compared with the yellow three whip, compared with the absenteeism here, He is really healthy and strong, his face is shiny and smooth, and he is over-nutrient at first glance.

At this moment, he was cruelly waving a two-meter-long whip to an old man with a trembling squat, and his mouth was still awkward: "Can you do it, ah? If you can't do it, die quickly, don't fuck." The place is still wasting food! You are the dead old man...?

When Shi Qing listened for a long time, he couldn't hold back the fire of his heart. He quickly reached out and took a whip and took the young man.

The youth seems to have no idea that there will be people who will resist him here, and they will be stunned by the whip.

When Qing was frowning, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it in detail.

The next moment, the young man exploded. His slender face was covered with a sullen and disgusting look. He was ruthless and swayed. He said, "Mom, this garbage is dare to resist. Mom, don't you want to live?"

Shi Qing was bending over to help the old man, only slightly on one side, his eyes picked up, dangerously slamming toward the youth, only to see him gently lift his fingers, a greenish strip straight hit the young man's forehead, Where the youth can avoid it, they are beaten up, and they blink at an instant.

It hurts... It hurts too much... It is like being bitten by a poisonous snake. The pain spreads from the head and spreads all over the body. The young man begins to tremble, his eyes turn white, and he violently stuns for a while, completely fainting.

Shi Qing didn't want to take a look, he wouldn't kill, but he wouldn't let the Virgins let go of this disgusting scum, and let him eat bones is indispensable!

He lifted the old man, the old man had white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, his body was skinny, and he was light like a child.

The old man was rescued by Shi Qing, but his eyes were full of fear and despair. When he looked at Shi Qing, he said: "Children... children, you... you are..."

When he didn't finish a sentence, he suddenly coughed up, like coughing up the five internal organs. When he couldn't bear it, he quickly pulled out a hint of aura and swam in his body, which eased his pain.

The old man did not cough, still breathing vigorously, his eyes closed and slowly calmed down.

His eyebrows stretched and seemed to be far from the pain. But Qing suddenly collapsed. This body has lost its vitality and the old man stopped breathing...

Death, even him, can't do anything about it.

The next moment, the scene that made him even more erroneous was born.

The thin old man still leans on the side of Shiqing. He closes his eyes, has no breathing, and is already dead. But then, the body of the old man slowly melted from the limbs, obviously *, but it was like being ignited, turned into a thin gray smoke, rising lightly, hovering in the air, and then completely disappeared.

Shi Qing has never seen this scene, he can't fully understand it.

And several teenagers who followed Shi Qing saw this scene. First, they showed a deep despair and then turned into a diametrically opposite sense. They closed their eyes, folded their hands together, and gently whispered.

Until the old man disappeared completely, Shi Qing could not help but ask: "Why... why?"

Why do humans spontaneously turn into ashes when they die? This... how is this possible?

At the same time, the girl who had spoken at the same time spoke up: "Xiao Qing, let's go, hurry, if you can leave, just rush! You won't let go of you, how long you can live, how long you can live, you can go out and see Even if it is a day, it is worth it."

The voice of the girl is shaking, it seems to be very scared, but at the same time, there are some hopes and longings.

When Qing frowned, looking at the row of teenagers, he whispered, "Why are you staying here?"

At the end, the shorter boy slammed his voice: "Where can we go beside here? Isn't our birth just to work here?"

When Shi Qing looked at him, suddenly a not too good premonition rose.

He crossed these people and strode forward. Every five or six hundred meters, there was a guardian similar to the yellow three whip. The difference between them and the miners was that there was no sign between the foreheads.

Caught a yellow man, Shi Qing's voice was frosty: "Tell me, where is it?"

The sight of the man in Huang Yi first fell in the time of the Qing Dynasty. After seeing it, his anger rose and he looked at him. When he was staring at him, his voice turned deep, and the pressure of the majesty was released, and he was instantly stopped.

When the gods were released, Shi Qing's black eyes lingered with the whirlpool of confusing people, and the yellow man looked at him, and then he began to speak.

"This is the mine of No. 8908 of Mia Empire. The daily output of minerals is 100,000 tons. It covers the land..." After the introduction of the lengthy mine, the last sentence made Shi Qing's pupils tighten. "There are a total of 230,000 black replicas." 9,650 people."

clone? !

Black copy people?

Shi Qing led him to speak, until now, he really knew the specific situation of the world.

Copying people is far less beautiful than he imagined.

The research and development of this technology has made up for the fertility rate of human beings falling year by year. The available labor force is once again inflated, and the resources that can be mined are more and more, the society is developing rapidly, and people's lives are getting better and better. But the other side of the world is also It is getting darker.

The development of replication technology is very mature today.

Almost every human can copy their own parts at will, the operation is simple, the cost is extremely low, but it is quite useful.

The grading system for copying people is also very strict.

Respect for white, yellow is second, and then red, green, blue, and black is the lowest copy.

There are inverted pentagrams in the eyebrows of the copying people, and the so-called color classification is the color of the pentagram.

The white copying person is completely attached to the owner. It is the owner's right arm. Every day, he shares his memory and experience with his master. It is generally used for more important and close-knit work.

The yellow copy is second only to white, mostly used for learning and recording. They are decent, although they don't follow the owner like white, but the win can be integrated with the owner every week, and the master needs what they learn.

Red, green, blue and purple, they are downgraded in turn, red will have some assignment tasks, the cost of green and blue is very low, generally left at home to do housework and other trivial matters, purple is a level that ordinary civilians can copy at will, ability Slightly lower, it will do some work to clean the streets.

The black copy people, the cost is too low to imagine, strong, can endure hardship, but the wisdom is very low, not suitable for any logical work, all that can be done is hard work.

Black copying people can't be considered humans, because they are thrown into the dirtiest place and are engaged in the hardest work.

They were born, but they have not seen the master at all, they are discarded.

Until death, it is impossible to integrate with the master. No human being will want black to copy people's dirty, boring and even suffocating memories.

So black copy people, no past, no future, they don't even know who they are.

Exist?

Unable to blend with the master, they will not become human beings, empty with independent consciousness, but without any feeling of being.

No one treats them as adults, cheap, ignorant, or even ignorant, even their masters, and they don't want to see their own black copy.

They were born because the owners needed to sell them in exchange for money.

They exist to bear these hard and tired jobs.

But until they die, they have nothing.

Just like the old man, it turned into a cigarette and disappeared completely into the world.

Shi Qing saw himself from the eyes of the man in Huang Yi, saw the touch between the eyebrows, and the black iron star with a strong irony.

clone?

Why is he a copy person?

Suddenly, he remembered the initial time, when he just passed over, he was confused.

Did he really be copied?

And now, is he a copy of himself?

It's ridiculous!

When Shi Qing slammed for a while, the expansion of his knowledge made him see very clearly. In this mine, he was always in the midst of abuse and death.

The black copy of the dead person turned into a smog of smoke, and the guardian's indifferent face did not even have a trace of pity, which of course made people feel cold.

This world is too abnormal.

Shi Qing took back his thoughts and gradually calmed down.

Slowly, he calmed the wind and the waves in his chest and had his own ideas.

Black copy people, people are good, not people, in the end, they are all living lives.

And all life should be given the respect it deserves.

The mine is code-named 8908. He doesn't know how many such places are there in the world, but now he sees one and has to solve one.

The scale of the mine is very large, so many black replicas, while large numbers of humans are guarding.

But these human beings are ordinary people, let alone only a few thousand people, even if it is tens of thousands of people, Shi Qing can not see it.

However, he will not kill him. Although these people have countless murders on their bodies, Shi Qing does not consider himself a law enforcer. He just wants to liberate him.

When God's knowledge is released, Shiqing's eyes are closed, the pressure suddenly rises, and everything is shrouded quickly. In such a scattered place, it's a waste of time to break through one by one, and it's best to shock people's hearts.

Almost without any rebellion, all the supervisors of the 8908 mine were fainted by such a strong aura.

The exhausted copying people are all stunned.

Then a crisp, low voice between the teenager and the youth sounded above their heads.

Falling from the sky, if you are a god.

"Leave here, choose your own life, survive or die, all by your own!"

After a brief silence, it is a complete mess!

Shi Qing used his knowledge to check one by one. The final effect was not what he could control. He opened the door and pointed them out the way to go out. Whether they can move forward can only look at themselves.

When he recovered his knowledge, Shi Qing looked at the dozen or so teenagers around him.

The eyes of the teenagers are mixed with fear and awe. The power of such a strong force is almost unheard of. Don't say that this is a low-level black copying person. Even the highest human beings can never have such ability.

He is simply...just a **** that is legendary.

Fall from the sky and save the God of the world!

The teenagers panicked and squatted all the way, because they were timid and kept hoeing.

Shi Qing looked at it and did not stop them. Some things could not be explained or explained, but he finally felt soft and took a lot of food from the bracelet and put it on the ground.

Then, after saying nothing, he turned and left.

He wants to find Qin Mo, he misses him very much.

The uneasiness in the heart gradually expanded because of the imprint between the foreheads.

Copying people, is he really copying people?

Then he... Where is he?

After leaving the mine, he flew the sword and consumed a lot of spiritual power to maintain the high spread of the gods, so that he could find the Qin desert in the shortest time.

It has gone through half of the continent and it took ten days.

He met dozens of mines, hundreds of farms... and saw countless black replicas.

He opened the door in the same way, causing unprecedented confusion.

When Shi Qing thought that he would search the world, the familiar fluctuations appeared.

The heart was suddenly caught, he felt it, and finally finally felt the breath of the Qin desert.

The excitement in my heart was hard to say, and Shi Qing almost rushed past.

When I saw the moment of Qin Mo, the corner of my mouth couldn't stop rising, and the haze of so many days seemed to be swept away.

But at just five steps away, Shiqing's whole person was stuck.

There is a person next to Qin Mo.

A person who is exactly the same as him.

The only difference is that the 'Shi Qing's eyebrows are smooth and have no mark.

At that moment, Shi Qing felt that his heart was suspended.