An Rongzai doesn't want to be devoured, but if he doesn't become strong, he won't even have the right to survive.
At that time, in An Rongzai's context, the big fish hiding in the deep sea referred to Pisces, Scorpio.
Looking back now, perhaps the God created in the Dragon Hide Plan had already become strong enough to be coveted by those big fish in the deep sea.
"Later, we began our exile. During the exile, we went to Deep City. That place seemed beautiful... but there was no future there. Especially for young people, once they went there, they would be consumed and eventually abandoned with nothing. We suffered heavy losses and then went to Jiangcheng."
"Jiangcheng was too miserable, there it rained heavily all year round. It's not livable at all. The monsters there are even more bloody and cruel."
"But we saw many hints from Jiangcheng, those blood-red mist entwined words... telling us that Wind City can be inhabited."
Blood-red mist entwined words?
Left by the Red House?
Wen Xishu thought of Tang Rui. But Tang Rui was supposed to have left Jiangcheng a long time ago.
However, he didn't ask much.
Because soon, the team in front stopped.
Wen Xishu and this frankly speaking friend were at the forefront of the team, with about thirty thousand others behind them.
When God still had reason and was constantly growing stronger, Longxia's Dragon Hide Plan was just as beautiful as the first year of the Ark.
At that time, although the underground bunker was said to only accommodate five hundred thousand people... but in order to create more sacrifices. To allow more life to merge with God—
After the survival environment became relatively comfortable, everyone was crazily making people.
For a while...
Longxia even entered an abnormal communal concept, where everyone was equal, and everything could be shared, including husbands and wives, including children.
When women got pregnant, they didn't need to worry about finding the child's father, anyone could be the child's father.
Under this concept, God's growth was terrifying because there were endless sacrifices appearing.
The population of the underground bunker once broke through four million.
But now, only over thirty thousand are left.
As the pioneering team, Wen Xishu and others encountered a problem.
They saw light.
Six different light sources.
Indicating that they have six options to reach the surface.
But only one correct answer.
"On the surface, it's long been covered by strange rules... we probably only have one correct option. What should we do..."
Everyone frowned.
But soon, a slightly aged voice said:
"If Wind City is truly habitable, then after going to Wind City, we can safely return..."
"So, may the ones over sixty years old step forward, may those with physical disabilities step forward."
To Wen Xishu's surprise, many elderly indeed stepped forward, as did many who had lost limbs in wars, even crawling to come out of the ranks.
The speaking elder wasn't any commander, he had the same status as everyone here, they were all equal.
Yet his words made countless people come out.
"If we are to die, let us the old and weak die first. We will split into six paths and depart simultaneously via six routes. You young folks will stay here and wait. Wait for us to bring back the news."
"If the apocalypse ends in the future... remember to find our bodies and return us to our roots."
After the elder finished speaking, those who stepped forward willingly began to reposition, forming into six orderly ranks.
Wen Xishu was astonished.
But suddenly he recalled, yes, if Longxia corresponds to his former nation's previous incarnation... then this nation indeed has such a collective consciousness.
They can indeed make concessions and sacrifices for the greater good.
This nation even became stronger step by step relying on this collective consciousness and sense of the big picture.
True, after the twisted rules apocalypse arrived, Longxia's underground bunker also had many aberrant things...
But some beliefs in people's bones weren't distorted.
This is also why these ordinary people could still survive after going through Deep City and Jiangcheng.
Wen Xishu of course didn't wish for this group to die in the apocalypse.
"Choose this path. If everyone trusts me, choose this path," Wen Xishu pointed to the rightmost of the six routes.
"Brother... you said not long ago you lost your memory." Someone spoke up.
Wen Xishu said:
"Trust me, everyone, if you want to survive, take this path."
The Compass had already given Wen Xishu the answer, and Wen Xishu had some vague connection with Wind City.
"How about this, if you truly don't believe... just arrange a team to explore this path first."
"My suggestion, don't have six teams explore simultaneously, because by doing so, there will inevitably be failures for five teams. But if we take turns, we might not even have to experience one failure. If taking turns, I suggest selecting this path first."
"The elderly may as well return, because not many are needed, just a few to explore the route is enough."
Wen Xishu's reasoning was logical and well-founded, and the people were convinced.
So soon, Wen Xishu himself and a team began to depart along the rightmost pathway.
They quickly reached the surface.
Upon reaching the surface, what appeared before them was a deserted city street.
In the sky, massive winged monsters would occasionally appear, but hiding in the ruins, Wen Xishu and others ultimately weren't discovered.
Led by Wen Xishu and his Compass, the group avoided many monsters by utilizing the cover of abandoned buildings.