Tang Mo and Mr. Hu in the comfort room have come for the second time, and compared to the first time they were nervous and anxious, the current tranquility made them begin to feel the environment carefully.

The walls of the room are snow-white, and the windows are closed, so that sunlight does not let in.

The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant water, and if you sniff carefully, you can still smell a rotten smell under the disinfectant water.

Tang Mo had long known that the peace room was said to be peace, but in fact, it was not peaceful or happy, and the only destination for those things that were judged to be superfluous by the world was the huge blender in the comfort room.

And the end point of this mixer is the plantation and breeding farm, which becomes feed or nutrients.

Tang Mo even suspected that the final fate of those who broke the rules in this world and were taken away was the same, after all, no one in this world had ever asked that there was no prison, where did those who were taken away, and no one ever saw them come back.

I have to say that Mr. Hu's mentality is really good, and even Tang Mo admires it a little.

After such a short time, he had regained his composure, hugged Mu Mu and began to observe the budding flower on his body.

"This flower will bloom today."

Hubin looked at the flower bone and judged that it was blooming today.

And Ponyo seems to know that today is not a day to play freely, and the tense atmosphere makes it obediently lie at Tang Mo's feet, trying not to make any sound.

Tang Mo sat there and began to continuously extend his spiritual power, observing farther away.

In the glass house not far away, there were no more humans working anymore, but instead there were a dense crowd of weavers, probably dozens or so.

Tang Mo observed them for a long time and found that those people's five senses did not seem to be as sharp as normal people, perhaps mainly relying on the information transmitted by those "eyes of the sky", and the system could command them to play their role better and more agile.

This dense compiler is really shocked.

She glanced back at Teacher Hu, who was already a child, and was concentrating on observing Mu Mu, and decided not to tell him.

Otherwise, if he knew that he was so close to danger, he didn't know if he would be able to maintain such leisure.

They can't do anything at the moment, the only thing they can do is wait, wait for the verdict of fate to be pronounced at eight o'clock in the evening.

If the rules didn't change at night, and Tang Mo didn't find a way out, then in fact, she didn't know what the final outcome would be.

Tang Mo began to check the beads in his body, and the bead of vitality was still there, without the slightest intention of festering.

Taking advantage of the fact that he was finally free now, Tang Mo tidied up his space again.

The high-grade hedron in the space has been piled up into several hills, and if it is used normally, I am afraid that she will not be able to use it up in a few lifetimes.

The small supermarket used some things, but it was still full and it was very gratifying.

The two warehouses were full of hot food she had prepared and some precious perishable treasures, such as the Flower of Spiritual Power that had arrived before.

And the other warehouse is no longer filled with spars, after all, there are too many things in the late Tang Dynasty now, and they are no longer a rare treasure for her.

The warehouse was full of all kinds of treasures collected in the late Tang Dynasty, and some precious materials obtained from foreign beasts.

Food and clothing, as well as all kinds of treasures, and hard currency spars, all of them are available at the end of the Tang Dynasty.

This made Tang Mo, who was poor and scared before, feel very secure, but even if he is now ranked first in China.

But the unknown disasters and fears mentioned in the email still couldn't put Tang Mo at ease.

Those five beads must work harder for themselves.

The sky darkened little by little, and the buds on Mu Mu's body did not live up to Mr. Hu's expectations, and they stretched out little by little.

Even the late Tang Dynasty, who didn't know anything about flowers and plants, could see that this flower was not far from opening.

At five o'clock in the evening, it was only three hours before the new rules were announced.

Tang Mo's spiritual power, which had been released outside, suddenly fluctuated, and when she took a closer look, it turned out that a large number of compilers began to pour towards this clearing.

The speed of the compilers was not in a hurry, and it was not as if they had discovered them and came to arrest them.

It won't be ......

Suffered!

Tang Mo suddenly thought of something.

Those compilers were scattered all over the city during the day to maintain order and work, and Tang Mo never thought about where those compilers would go when he got off work at night.

The preparer is not a human being, he does not have a home, and he does not have a house.

And the only place they could go was this clearing.

And this empty house is their resting place and their base camp!

originally thought that the most dangerous place was the safest place, but unexpectedly, this decision was to send himself directly into the tiger's mouth as a sheep.

But now it's too late to regret it, Tang Mo immediately told Teacher Hu, who still didn't know anything about the situation outside, about it.

"How long will it take for a large number of compilers to arrive?"

Mr. Hu looked at his watch, and it was only two and a half hours before eight o'clock at this time.

"Half an hour."

Tang Mo felt it from a long distance when he released his spiritual power, and it took about half an hour for those compilers to come here from all corners of the city.

In other words, they will have to hold on for at least two hours before they have any hope of survival.

The number of compilers in the whole city is extremely terrifying, there are not many houses here, if the end of the Tang Dynasty is not mistaken, every house in this will be densely packed with resting compilers, and even a large area of open space here is an area for compilers to rest.

As long as there is a compiler who wants to enter this room, whether it is to come in, or to block the door at the end of the Tang Dynasty to prevent them from entering, it is an inevitable result to be discovered.

Tang Mo closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down.

There must be a way, and there is still half an hour to go, and I must be able to think of a way.

When Hu Bin saw Tang Mo's appearance, he didn't dare to disturb at all, so he could only wait quietly.

Time passed minute by minute, and ten minutes later, Tang Mo suddenly opened his eyes and set his eyes on the weaver in the room who had tied her up.

She walked over and touched the weaver's body.

No, the compiler is still on the ground and does not move at all, and he can't take in the space at all.

This compiler is made by the world exactly like man, and the whole thing is that even the brain has it.

In other words, even without systematic instructions, these compilers are able to perform some daily actions and words with self-awareness.

Such conscious compilers, unless they are allowed to "die", can be taken into space by the late Tang Dynasty like the previous compiler.

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