"Heh. You spent all your time building statues. How were women supposed to marry you? How were you supposed to raise children? You said your descendants would build statues, but your family line would die out." Wenren Sheng countered.
"Th-this..." The peddler froze.
Farmer grabbed the peddler. He wanted to leave, but his targeted teleportation skill could not be activated.
That meant the man before them might truly be a god.
But so what? The other party would not save them anyway. Only the divine envoy and the World Tree were people they could rely on.
Farmer looked up at Wenren Sheng.
He felt that the other man's words seemed to imply something.
It seemed to be the same as what the divine envoy had said.
Their family lines would die out, and the population would decline.
The population would not keep growing without end.
His anxious heart gradually calmed. He knelt down and patiently asked, "Honorable god, can you tell us how to keep our family lines from dying out?"
"It's difficult. Even rats, if they become too densely packed and reach a certain limit, will turn against one another. In the end, old rats will occupy the space for longer and longer, while young rats become fewer and fewer, until they eventually die out on their own," Wenren Sheng said.
Too densely packed?
Farmer seemed to realize something. He immediately released the peddler and used Mind Link.
Mind Link still worked.
He told Yang Weite what the god had said.
"Crowding?"
Yang Weite naturally understood the meaning behind Wenren Sheng's words at once.
After all, he had lived through the entire Wasteland era.
He then began controlling the World Tree from afar.
A set of illusion skills was cast upon the rats.
The rats crazily gnawing at the