Hyper-homing field of view extended.

The caves passed along the way, the people here, the vicissitudes of life in the dark, all implicitly prove that everyone here may be invisibly resisting this pig-like life.

But the idea of being forcibly implanted was brutally suppressed.

Those rebellious consciousnesses can only lurk in their bones and blood, consuming their vitality.

But it did not bring any meaning or hope for struggle.

Gu Qiao felt a little annoyed for no reason, the feeling of being familiar, oppressed, and unable to choose made her empathize with the dungeon residents at this moment.

What is so special about this dungeon that it is worth going to such great lengths and extreme ways to suppress the survival of these residents?

Genetic tampering, setting up some fixed imposed consciousness implantation, but how to ensure that the power of resistance can always be suppressed?

If someone would rather die and be weak, they should rebel . Then, in addition to being set from birth, there must also be a hidden dungeon that will subtly affect their existence for a long time.

The real white feather, where did it go.

Before she entered this copy, who was the girl in the huge glass container with the same albino features as her

In his mind, countless thoughts flashed in a flash, Gu Qiao tried to sort it out, but was quietly diluted by some force.

[It's still affecting you, Gu Qiao. 】

Eva's tone was a little annoyed, it hated the power of the spiritual system the most, and it was okay that it didn't notice it at first, but now because of Gu Qiao's keenness, knowing the existence of a guy who put cold arrows in the dark, he felt that it was unbearable at all times.

Ignore it, don't worry too much about it. ’

Gu Qiao knew that the more he cared, the stronger the other party's spiritual influence seemed to be.

Sure enough, as her heart gradually calmed down, it was difficult for the other party's strength to interfere with her.

Chaoxun's vision continued to extend, and Gu Qiao saw some similar and familiar faces.

A reformed person with white hair, white eyes, and a weak body.

They don't look young anymore, there are men and women, they look confused, and they don't seem to have a high level of intelligence.

【Genetically modified defects. There are so many. 】

Eva sighed in her consciousness, she didn't seem to be a stranger to these transformed people.

Gu Qiao's heart moved: "The dimension you are in, there are also transformed people?" ’

There was a moment of silence in my consciousness.

Eva didn't be vague this time, but replied seriously: "Well, a lot, Gu Qiao's reformed people have no human rights, and in essence, they are just a tool that can be maintained during the warranty period." ”

Gu Qiao didn't ask anymore, and had a vague concept in his mind: that high-dimensional civilization was an existence that had been personified to the extreme.

[I just didn't expect that in this dungeon, there would be so many discarded transformers who could not be maintained by warranty, and they would not live for more than a month, alas. 】

Eva sighed, as an artificial intelligence, it shouldn't have been so emotional.

'Before, Bai Yan said that there would be some reformers on the ground on a regular basis, so this dungeon was just a discarded disposal station for mutilated reformers? ’

Gu Qiao frowned.

As if to confirm her guess, there were hundreds of people in the field of vision who were in an albino state, and most of them were already decrepit and dying.

"Pull these to the Hearthh No. 2, and don't let them die here."

In a large cavern, four black-clad dungeon guards were dragging albino people lying crookedly on the ground.

Three females and one male, emaciated and gray, apparently dying.

There were also a dozen albino people, squatting on the ground, looking at all this with a confused expression, not even fear.