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No matter what region or race, there will inevitably be a content such as respect for the ancestors in the customs, and it will be expressed in some form.

Often, the higher the status and the more honorable the person, the more this custom can be reflected in the person.

Because your elders are often the ones who laid the foundation of this family business, even if you don't talk about flesh and blood, you don't respect your ancestors, and those old qualifications and their descendants who have worked hard with him all the way will naturally regard you as a person who doesn't know how to be grateful, and then deviate from morality.

Of course, there must be a strong man who starts a career with his own hands, but at this time, even if his ancestor is a poor man, his behavior is only average, or even average, he still has to be respected, and etiquette must be more in place than others.

There is no other reason, how to show the improvement of a person's self-cultivation after becoming famous?

Wesley Tate, a man who could use even the resting place of his ancestors to cover up his crimes.

I can't really count on how much humanity he still has.

However, the truth "slapped" Donald's face fiercely.

Through the mechanism above, they came to the basement of the shrine hall, opened the secret doors, and finally arrived at the "farm" that Anthony had been looking for for many years.

It should be said that it is an underground greenhouse.

The area is no more than 30 square meters, Donald glanced at it roughly, and it is basically divided into an independent block for every two square meters.

Surrounded by a mechanical wall, a small photothermal unit is mounted on top of it, with no automatic sprinklers, just transparent plastic pipes laid in the dirt.

The vegetables here do not need sunlight, they grow in a different way than the plants outside, and even the vegetables themselves are not ordinary vegetables, but are cultivated from modified seeds.

Not only that, but above each block there are some devices similar to the ones Donald had seen in his previous life, in a sense...... It was also a drip, and some unidentified liquid circulated through a small canal and eventually flowed through the pinhole into the white arm tied to the side of the block.

The soil was not flat, because there were bulges of varying heights in the middle, and Donald looked at the exposed heads, mostly young men and women, their eyes closed, and there was no expression on their faces, as if they were asleep, lying in the middle of the earthen bed.

Maybe it's a sweet dream, because flowers suddenly bloom on my body.

Maybe it's a nightmare, because those "flowers" feed on their bodies.

"I thought he didn't have much humanity left, so it seems...... How can this guy be called a person?"

Donald looked at the scene in front of him, he didn't know what to say, he felt that his heart was cold enough, but the scene in front of him still made him feel extremely disgusted.

There had never been a plant that made him so disgusted that he wished to burn it down at once, and there would not be even any scum left.

"Oh, Mr. Wesley Tate is really a calculating man, the idea is quite good, the living person has not been found, and his fingers can be ground up as fertilizer...... Disgusting!!"

Something was wrong with Anthony's mood from the moment he got here, and he was standing in front of some storage cabinet near the iron door, holding a metal bottle in his hand and smiling strangely.

Donald looked over and saw the metal bottle labeled: Mathil Tate.

"What the hell is this, he's crazy, using his own daughter as fertilizer?"

Seeing Wesley Tate refresh his lower limit on how disgusting humans can be over and over again, Donald felt that this was simply challenging his three views.

"Mathil Tate, not Wesley Tate's daughter, that is probably his wife, but she has become younger in this way. ”

Anthony placed the jar in the most conspicuous position, pointed to the scroll in his pocket and turned back to Donald and continued,

"Wesley Tate never had a daughter, Mathil Tate was considered an illegitimate daughter by the outside world, the reason is that her appearance was extremely abrupt, no one knew of her existence beforehand, I participated in many rich and noble drinking parties as a chef and took the opportunity to ask the servants, no one knew where Wesley Tate's daughter used to live, before she first appeared at Wesley Tate's drinking party, no one had even seen her in the manor area, and more importantly, in Martir Tart. When Tate appeared, her titular mother vanished. ”

"Does that have anything to do with Wesley Tate doing something like this?"

Pointing to the metal bottle on the cabinet, Donald looked back at Gerald Parker.

The latter leaned against the cupboard, regained his senses slightly, and glanced at the two of them.

"You're underestimating the Human Farm...... How could a method that could be recorded in a special scroll be just something to satisfy perverted desires...... Mathil Tate has the special gift of being able to convert all of humanity's flesh and blood energy into her own life energy...... Born with, after she woke up, she kept herself young by eating people, and even became more beautiful...... The most important thing is that there are no side effects, time stops in her body, not only will she not get old, no matter how serious the pain and wound is, as long as she eats enough human flesh, she can recover!"

As if he already knew that it was irretrievable, Gerald Parker held his hands on the ground to stabilize his body, turned to the two and continued,

"Wesley Tate wanted Matiel Tate's abilities, so he approached me looking for a way to transfer his talent, Human Farm...... Special cultivation to the extreme, using Mathil Tate as a farm, planting the seed that Wesley Tate has...... Fruit will grow from her, and you have kidnapped Wesley Tate's dreams...... He has long stopped caring about family affection and love...... He just wants eternal life!"

"Talent Transfer, Eternal ......"

Donald was silent, there was no one who didn't want eternal life.

Speaking from his heart, he heard that Matiel Tate could maintain her eternal youth in the case of cannibalism, and there was a slight feeling of jealousy in his heart.

Even the blood clans that are synonymous with eternal life on earth have to pay for eternal life, sucking human blood, being afraid of light, and afraid of silver......

In a sense, Mathil Tate only needs to meet the first item.

Now the scroll is in hand, and Mathil Tate is in Anthony's hand......

"You let me go, give me Mathil Tate and the scroll, and I will help you cultivate that Eternal Fruit, even if you feel disgusted and don't want to eat it, you can sell it, those top rich, nobles, and even the one in the Imperial Palace of the Lane Empire will go crazy for this fruit!"

Gerard Parker shouted as he snapped open his mouth, blood foaming out of his mouth, and the shattered gums were disgusting.

He's like a bad demon, trying to seduce the most evil part of the human heart.

Bang!

The muzzle of the gun burst into flames.

"Those who mess with my heart should be killed!"

Donald pursed his lips, as if he was struggling.

It's more about perseverance!