The three of them followed the group of emotionless puppets towards the place where the smoke was rising.

Although their every move was almost undisturbed by others, Ao Yan still lowered his voice: "Hey, Sheng Han, I said that they were not controlled by medication...... What else could that be? ”

"There's a conjecture – music."

"Music...... How can it be done? Although Kinnara, the god of song, it also sounds too bizarre. ”

Bai Ya said coldly, it is not strange that anything bad has happened in this broken place.

Liu Shenghan said with a rare seriousness: "Music is a very mysterious thing. Along with paintings and dances, it is a form of beauty. Through singing, musical instruments, brushes, fans, umbrellas...... This kind of art is a vehicle that can rewrite reality in an incredible way. They are supposed to be things that cultivate sentiments, or express the feelings of human beings that are different from animals and plants. If you can be used, you can use it to manipulate, interfere with, and indoctrinate something. Like animals and even monsters, humans perceive the world through their mouth, eyes, ears and nose, and even their senses are more limited, so they get stronger feelings and more interesting feedback. This is the difference between human beings and things. ”

Jun Aoyan listened in the clouds, but he somewhat understood something.

"It means...... Can music control people? And it's not just music. ”

"Well, it's normal, it's not hard to understand." Liu Shenghan gave her examples, "After many years, when I returned to my hometown and ate the food cooked by my mother, I would be moved to tears; As a bystander, when you hear mourning, your emotions will be sad. Smelling the fragrant fragrance of flowers, the feeling of loss is better. Memory, association, and exertion are the common characteristics of human beings, and even more so for literati and scholars. My pen, the fan of the mausoleum, and the lyre of the Immortal Moon King are all the same. Speaking of which, my friend Yuyue Jun, the qin method can call the wind and rain, snow and frost, and cross people's hearts, which is also the effect of sincerity and divine power...... I admire her. ”

"What kind of person is Immortal Moon King?"

"Hmm...... Approximately pure good people. ”

Bai Ya came to a sentence without being salty: "So good people don't live long." ”

"Not necessarily." Sheng Han smiled, "She's not a dead person, but a goddess from the Heavenly Realm." If she we're here, we guess we can have an easier time dealing with those guys. But I can't stir her in because of this selfish desire...... Her goodness should be put in a more important place, not rushing for our business. Moreover, the lord had no intention of calling her. Whether it's Frost Moon Jun or me, there's another impermanence whose whereabouts are unknown...... There are too many people who have lost here. ”

Bai Ya seemed to feel that her explanation was a bit redundant: "Say so much nonsense. Didn't there be anyone in Ge Shen Kingdom who opposed the Queen Mother's rule before? One or two have changed their minds. And the song she heard before, as well as what we heard in Shiyue Mountain, and then related to the national teacher's suppression of tengu...... These are all inseparable from her. The song music of Kinnara and the incense burner of Qianfu are all infused with the so-called divine power, that is, demonic energy. With your and my swords, I can't help them. That's why we need a ukulele. ”

Before Ao Yan spoke, Liu Shenghan teased first.

"I thought you were the kind of person who would stab everything twice."

"I am." Bai Ya generously admitted, "Isn't this impossible to cut?" Don't break their bells and whistles first. I don't want to fight unprepared battles. ”

Thinking of the fact that he was on the knife twice today without discussion, the other two did not dare to agree.

No matter what their expressions were, Bai Ya had that indifferent attitude: "If you can cut, you can kill." My father told me that everything has a reason, and as long as it is broken, there is nothing that cannot be broken. ”

Liu Shenghan nodded: "Indeed." What's more, your pair of knives were hit by Shui Wujun, not to mention monsters, ghosts can also be killed, and maybe they can also deal with those so-called gods......"

As they spoke, they passed by a canal, which was supposed to be remodeled by a stream. The water is filled with a colourful liquid, like mixed paint, and there is a solid suspension in it. Given that there are also some indescribable sticky lumps on the edge of the ditch, it is estimated that someone regularly dredged it, but did not remove it - after all, the fragments of this fissure are also isolated from the world, and throwing them out will damage the environment and arouse suspicion. There was also a brightly colored oil stain floating on the surface of the water, and it smelled of spoofed soaphorn.

They followed the drain and came to the refinery.

It's still daytime, but there are torches everywhere. When they came, they did feel that the light was getting dimmer and the torches were increasing, and the natural light of the sky was imperceptibly transformed into the warm light of the open flame. Because the canopy here has reached the level of impermeability, the slightest light from the outside world cannot penetrate it.

They saw a corner of a large, boxy building, not tall, only a head taller than a person, but very large and wide. There were many chimneys that went straight through the canopy, from which the mist was discharged. Perhaps, it is poisonous. And the environment outside the building, it is not simple to say, it is not complicated to say that it is complicated, it is just chaotic, no one takes care of it at a glance, and there are tools and wastes that I can't understand everywhere, as well as large jars and small jars without logos, I don't know what they contain. The contents of the leak, or the waste materials piled up indiscriminately, there is no grass in some places, and strange plants grow next to it in some places. Although it is very lush, it looks sick, and I don't know if it is because of the drugs or if these varieties look like this.

The building is made of red brick, which can be seen from the dark yellow mud outside. It has windows, and it's so low that you have to bend down to touch it. It was dark inside, and Jun Aoyan didn't see anything after looking at it for a long time. She boldly reached over to peek in, but stumbled into the sturdy paper window. It turned out that the paper that pasted the window was also blackened, and I don't know if there was any light inside, but it didn't shine out anyway. They walked around the place for a while, and saw not a single door.

Bai Ya stopped in front of a window again. He reached out and touched the paper window, it was hot, presumably very hot inside. From this thin place, you can also hear the movement coming from inside: gurgling, gurgling, like viscous magma slowly tumbling. He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of equipment could be put in such a low house?

Someone suddenly came up against the wall, and they were stunned at first, and each of them was secretly ready to fight. As a result, the man only passed by them, and couldn't even look at them. Since someone is coming, there is a way. So the three of them also walked down against the wall. Sure enough, around the building, there is a downward furrow at intervals. The staircase was purely dug out, and there were no gauntlets, and next to it was an earthen wall underground. It's narrow, and only two skinny people can pass side by side at a time.

"I said...... "Ao Yan understood something, "it turned out to be a sunken building, and there was still a lot of space." ”

Liu Shenghan analyzed: "I'm afraid that the height of the trees is limited, so they can only dig down." ”

"I'll go down first, and watch out for you."

Bai Ya drew his knife and took the lead to explore the way, and the other two followed him closely. It was dark below, only a small shabby lamp, the light so weak that it seemed to be extinguished with a cough. He touched a dilapidated wooden door, the cracked skin on which was almost piercing.

He slowly pushed the door open and poked the knife in, followed by the man.

The heat wave is coming. What caught his eye was something he had never seen before.

People, there are people everywhere, much more than outside. He looked around, and there were hundreds of people as far as he could see. Where did they get so many laborers? Is it true that no one's parents, brothers, or lovers say that one of their families is lost? As soon as this idea came out, Bai Ya himself quickly gave an explanation: just let them forget, let them not care, and let them not speak. Although the southern country is relatively less populated, there is not much terrain to live in, so it is densely populated, and there are a few fewer people in different parts of the country at different times...... It's not like it doesn't turn.

Jun Aoyan, who followed closely, also felt that there was no factory atmosphere here—at least, as far as they knew and saw, the factories were different. There should be people chatting in a hurry, and there should be slogans when lifting heavy objects, and the sound of other conversations scattered around. It's not big, but it's going to have to be noisy. But there was still no human voice here, and everyone shuttled back and forth in a regular manner, skillfully pouring one thing after another in front of one cauldron after another.

There were a lot of instruments they had never seen before. Perhaps it is a large tool for washing, grinding, stirring, etc., which requires more than two people to operate it together. Although those laborers did not look like professional workers, their stiff body memory made their movements very smooth and seamless, everyone's movements seemed to have been calculated, and everyone's behavior was uniformly ordered.

Of course, there are also injured people, a lot. Most of them are corroded to varying degrees, and the wounds are either loose and ulcerated, or covered with dense blisters. The most exaggerated one, most of his face is blue-green, like the Shura of the Martial Kingdom, but his body is much sicker. Many people will fall down at any time, and they will be greeted by the fate of becoming a black hive frame, or being dismantled, into a tool, and becoming part of some drug. There are also people with physical disabilities, and there are few, some of these people are born and some are acquired. The congenital disability is easy to deceive, and the acquired disability is about to be made in the factory, and it is not handled well. Although there was no ointment and no further ulceration and infection, it seemed that the least costly way was chosen, to maintain life and movement, and that was it. There is no security here, and they can die at any moment.

"What is this place?" Aoyan exclaimed, "Hell?!" ”

"What nonsense?"

It was an unfamiliar and familiar sound, somewhat high-pitched, overshadowing the operation of the instrument.

"Yan, Yan?"

Jun Aoyan pointed to the acquaintance who was walking slowly, and his tone was so surprised that he couldn't say more. Bai Ya hadn't looked there yet, but the moment he heard the name, two sharp knives immediately pointed over, and he could hear the sound of "Huh-" knives.

The snake demon strolls leisurely, leisurely in his own backyard. He swayed slowly step by step, and said slowly:

"I knew you were coming."

"This pharmaceutical company also has something to do with you?"

Liu Shenghan looked at him sideways and frowned slightly. It seems that this is all far more complicated than they think.