"Where is there a shortage of people lately?" the man in the suit frowned and pondered.

"Oh Lord Qi, don't care where there is a shortage of people, if you hesitate for a while, maybe they will be targeted by Lord Lin, let's register them first, and then slowly distribute them later!" the little old man said quickly.

"That's right, you hurry up and get this done!" Lord Qi said with a sinking face.

"Yes!" the little old man disappeared with unpredictable speed.

Lord Qi was about to go elsewhere to inquire about the situation, when the middle-aged man who had just answered suddenly spoke: "My lord, there are still a few spiritual energy furnaces in our factory, so it is better to send some newcomers to come over to help." ”

"Okay, then I'll get dozens of people over later, and you'll be responsible for teaching them how to operate, but don't affect your mission!" Lord Qi nodded, his tone as harsh as ever.

"Don't worry, sir. The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, the work of the Spirit Factory is relatively comfortable, and he can only do insignificant things, how many people can be helped.

Master Qi gave a few more words, and then took the black whip to the next cave, his job is so monotonous and boring, he has to inspect all the areas he is responsible for every day, and he doesn't know how many years he will stay in such an unbearable place.

If he wants to meet the harsh and perverted requirements of the above, he can only exert more cruel pressure on the slaves under him, who will let this be a world of cannibalism in the first place.

After Lord Qi finished turning around, the thief little old man didn't know where to come out, and said with a wink: "My lord, I have completely brought all the new laborers here, please take a look." ”

"What about people?" said Lord Qi, looking up.

"Hurry up, come in, don't bother!" the little old man shouted, turning his head.

Hundreds of slaves were pushed and shoved in, and the originally spacious hole instantly became a lot narrower, and many of the slaves still had angry expressions on their faces, swearing and muttering something, apparently unaware of the situation they would face in the future.

"Well, the quality of this batch is not bad. Lord Qi stood up and circled around these people scrutinically, as if he was selecting goods.

A slave couldn't help but cry angrily: "You are the leader here, let me tell you, if you dare to touch me, my uncle will ...... him."

With a "snap", the black whip in Master Qi's hand was imprinted on the slave's cheek, and his voice suddenly stopped abruptly, replaced by an extremely terrible scream.

"Damn, if it weren't for the recent shortage of manpower, I would have sent you on the road just now!" Lord Qi stepped on the slave's face and twisted his ankle vigorously, until his head was completely pressed into the sticky and soft disgusting soil, and then he snorted coldly: "I'm tired of hearing this kind of talk, what kind of father, mother, uncle, aunt, seven aunts and eight aunts, they have all been sold to this place, and they don't have any consciousness at all, so annoying that Lao Tzu has to clean you up one by one!"

The other slaves were already creepy, and the cave was so quiet that only the intermittent wails of the slave remained.

"You, pick him up, if he runs out of gas, throw him to the fifth factory as fertilizer, if Ming'er can still move, let him go to the twenty-third factory to work, see if he can." Lord Qi raised his foot, wiped all the blood stains off the slave's robe, and casually pointed to someone.

The young slave who had been named was quiet from beginning to end, and there was no excessive look of horror on his face, but he dragged the hapless slave up.

"Hmm, what's your name, and you actually have an Enlightenment Realm cultivation?" Lord Qi suddenly noticed something, and couldn't help but look at the young slave in surprise.

"Zhou Peng. The other party said a very popular common name.

Master Qi thought for a moment, and directly arranged: "You go to the third factory, that is, the helper of the Spirit Factory, there is a test of skills, but ...... If you can't learn the basic operation after three days, then you can also go to the fifth factory to lie down. ”

"Zhou Peng" silently did not respond, and Lord Qi didn't bother to care about these details, anyway, the new slaves were like this, and it would take a long time for them to accept the reality, this Zhou Peng was relatively knowledgeable about current affairs, at least he didn't make a big fuss.

"You assign the others, remember to send all those above the Enlightenment to the first six factories. Lord Qi commanded the little old man beside him again, this is his most powerful assistant, he has been with him for more than ten years, but he has grown a little stumbling.

"Okay, no problem, sir!"

The little old man agreed very happily, and then beckoned to everyone: "Let's go, don't get in the way of the eyes of adults here, otherwise you will feel good later." Now follow me, if anyone is left behind, hehehe, the fierce beasts raised in the fifth factory love to eat human flesh the most, and they especially like to torture their prey before they eat, think about watching their legs being torn off, and then being chewed into the stomach by the fierce beasts, tsk, how wonderful that scene is. ”

He was very satisfied to see that the faces of the slaves had changed, and basically every time a group of people came, he would change his tricks and intimidate, so that it would be much easier to manage.

However, he deliberately paid attention to the slave named Zhou Peng, he was always expressionless, I don't know whether to pretend to be calm or really calm, it seems that this guy should also be a very well-known character outside, but he has entered the polar hell, even if he is the son of Uncle Hou, he doesn't want to enjoy any special treatment.

The little old man hummed happily, looking strange and harsh in this dark and oppressive environment, and the smile on his face was so out of place.

He likes it very much, just like his own home, because he has grown up here, even if he is only in his twenties this year and he is as old as an old man, he doesn't care, after all, no matter how good the outside world is, what does it have to do with him, as a descendant of sinners, he will never leave here.

Therefore, even if it is a special shit environment, he has to laugh proudly, in this kind of ghost place, he has to live to show himself.

"You, you, you...... When you go to the first factory, congratulations on winning the first prize, work hard and don't be lazy. You, you, and you...... A dozen of you go to the second factory......"

The little old man looked at the list and arranged everyone in an orderly manner, the slave named Zhou Peng and dozens of other people were assigned to the third factory, and the little old man decided to pay attention to the movements of this strange guy when he had time in the future.

But what he didn't know was that in Yu Ling's eyes, he was also a very strange guy.

That's right, General Li didn't come up with any new ideas, but rather simply and rudely let Yu Ling mix in the slave pile and enter the West Pole Hell. You can't expect a pure military general with a brain full of muscles to delicately list a plan of more than a dozen pages, and Yu Ling is in a hurry to save people, so he can only make do with it.

Fortunately, until now, everything has gone smoothly, and there has been no damn moth, but it is a pity that this broken place is full of barriers, Yuling wants to spread his soul power to find someone, but he is afraid of stirring up too much movement to startle the snake, so he can only temporarily follow the flow of people to the third factory, and prepare to do it after the situation has settled down.

Yu Ling watched the strange little old man gradually move away, and then saw a slave with a red face coming over tiredly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's new, right? If you're lucky, although the overseers of our factory are very cruel, at least our own people don't oppress each other, unlike other factories, it's strange that newcomers don't get beaten half to death when they just come." You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank the factory, thank the master. ”

"Factory, he's the kind of ...... we are," one of the slaves asked hesitantly.

"Yes, the factory director and deputy factory director are their own people, but in this kind of place, the slave who holds the position is more dangerous, because he is responsible for the mistakes of all of us, after all, there is no essential change in our identity, if the supervisor sees the factory director unpleasantly, no one dares to resist if he is whipped to death. So I'm going to say ugly things ahead, if any of you can't finish your work, you can kill yourself, don't bother the factory master!" the slave accentuated.

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and then someone asked, "Then ...... now?"

"Come with me, you remember, the third factory is somewhat better, but if it wasn't for the factory director's initiative this time, there would be no place for you at all, if you fall into the fifth factory, you will be tortured to death in a few years. The slave said as he led the way.

"Sounds like our factory director is really a good man......" some slaves whispered.

Yu Ling also swelled up a little curiosity, he thought that in such a dirty and dark place, everyone should have become desperate and distorted, and gave up on themselves, but he didn't expect that there were still people who could stick to the bottom line of conscience.

After walking for about a few minutes, the slave who led the way swept past the rows of psionic furnaces, stopped in the innermost corner, and saluted very respectfully: "Factory director, the newcomers are here." ”

"Okay. ”

A mellow voice came from behind the glimmering psionic furnace, and then a middle-aged man with a raunchy beard dropped what he was doing and walked around the furnace, his eyes glancing brightly.

And the moment he saw this person, Yu Ling was stunned.