Listening to the bell outside the window, I lay still on the bed, the inner area of the Pure Land is separated by a mysterious invisible wall, it is not enough to break in alone, now only by gaining their trust as soon as possible can I have a chance to enter the invisible area.

Puppets are not easy to play, but I have observed the survivors for a day and have an idea of how they behave.

The ringing stops at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, and I suspect that this hypnotic-like sound is not only played for me, but may also have a hypnotic effect.

Early the next morning, I went to the canteen to get breakfast like the other survivors, ate like them, and then continued to work in the medicine shed.

The woman in charge of the medicine shed still arranged for me to water the herbs, and nothing special happened that day, but I don't think that Steward Wang and Qingyan Zhenren had forgotten me.

As it turned out, on the morning of the third day, while eating breakfast, an old man who was standing next to me drinking porridge suddenly fell to the ground with a shot in the head, and blood and brains sprayed me all over my head.

The survivors around them didn't even blink their eyes, and they didn't even have the slightest expression on their faces, as if they couldn't hear the gunshots or see anyone being killed.

I had expected to be tempted, and drank the rest of the porridge with a wooden face, but fortunately the old man's blood did not spurt into the bowl, and I didn't want to capsize in the gutter, and endure not eating human flesh and blood for months, but don't open meat in such an inexplicable situation.

After the meal, I walked to the medicine shed, and this time the young man who was in charge of arranging the labor task stopped me and told me to follow another group of people, who were walking in the direction of the three huts built next to each other opposite the canteen.

We walked around the three huts and passed through two rows of houses built in a sequence of 2, 2 and 1, 3, and stepped into a space with a medicinal smell.

The combination of these houses is arranged like a group of passwords, built in a stable order in the eight directions of the plain, which at first glance looks like a circle, but when you think about it, it should be an octagonal shape.

Maybe the cutting of the space has something to do with the order in which these houses are arranged, but retracting my thoughts about the houses, I refocus my attention on the space in front of me.

The space here is almost half smaller than that of the medicine shed, but the shelves inside are only a lot more than the medicine shed, and there are many large cauldrons and long tables in the open space in the center of the shed.

The person in charge of the medicinal herb processing shed was an old man with white eyebrows, he was hunched at the waist, with a pair of crutches under his armpits, his left leg was obviously shorter than his right leg, and his left foot did not fall to the ground when he walked.

He spoke in a very low voice, visibly lacking breath, as if something was stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to say every word.

Qing Yanzhen makes so many medicines every day, but his subordinates are so weak, aren't they planting medicine and medicine to heal the sick?

Before I had time to think about it, the old man called my name and arranged for me to cut the medicine, the whole herb was picked, the leaves and roots need to be removed, and then the part to be kept was cut into sections or slices.

I followed the steps given by the old man, handling herbs with knives and guillotines, working with a group of wooden men, and I could not hear a single word of small talk in a day, and I wanted to inquire about the news that I was playing the harp to the cow.

I worked in the herb processing shed for another three days, and I was not tempted except for the old man who 'accidentally' splashed my arm with boiling hot water.

The herb processing shed was very hot, and the survivors all wore single clothes to work, and they would only put on cotton clothes when they went out, so when this bowl of boiling water came down, half of my arm lost a layer of skin.

This was a small matter to me, who had suffered from the pain of cutting, and without lifting my eyelids, the old man seemed to be satisfied, and applied ointment and gauze for me.

Thanks to the gauze he wrapped in me, otherwise the wound that healed quickly would reveal my identity, but the day the gauze was removed, my skin without a single blemish would also arouse his suspicions, so I had to find Xiang Yiyi before then.

But I never expected the opportunity to come so suddenly, the day after the injury, it was breakfast time, and the young man in charge of the assignment asked me to go with him after eating.

This time he led me in a direction where no one was walking, and we entered another space, which was also a greenhouse, but the temperature was higher than the one where the medicine was grown.

There are two wooden barrels in front of each of the four walls of the greenhouse, about 1.8 meters high, or 1 meter in diameter, I can't see what is in the barrels, but the smell of medicine coming out of the barrels is very strong.

The conservatory was a suite, and there was a door opposite the door, between two barrels, and the young man told me to wait, and he walked towards it.

I seized the opportunity, and as soon as he entered the door, I jumped on the barrel, which was filled with herbs and water, which must have been very heavy, and I held on to the rim of the barrel and reached out to touch the potion inside.

There were all kinds of processed medicinal herbs floating in the black potion, and the question in my heart resurfaced, the survivors of the Pure Land didn't even feel the skin scalded, who would need so many medicines?

Out of curiosity, I grabbed a handful to see how many herbs were brewed in the bucket, but as soon as my palm reached into the water, something hooked my finger.

I lifted it up with all my might, and a mass of black hair was dragged out of the water, followed by a pale human face, but anyone with poor mental quality would surely scream when they saw this scene.

I would like to thank the last days for honing my mind and improving my mental quality, so that I did not make mistakes at critical moments.

I silently finished reading the acceptance speech, and put the head back into the potion, in fact, it should be a person to be precise, according to the strength of my lifting, it should be a person who was dragged up, but I didn't have a hard point, and it was inconvenient to pull out the whole person inside.

Since there are people in one bucket, the other seven must be the same, no wonder I haven't found Xiang Yiyi these days, I don't know what Qingyan Zhenren is doing with soaking people in potions, but whether Xiang Yiyi is dead or alive, I have to give Bai Junyang an explanation.

Quickly rummaging through the eight barrels, I found that one of the barrels was empty, Xiang Yiyi was indeed soaking in the potion, I remembered the location of the barrel where she was, wiped my wet hands with a sweater, and stood back in the original place.

As soon as he stood firm, the door through which the young man had entered was pulled open, and two masked men walked out carrying a corpse, a young woman with scraps of medicinal herbs in her hair.

The corpse was badly decomposed, her skin was as black as charcoal, but her face was well preserved, but it was just miserable white, and a long cut had been made from her chest to her abdomen, and it was obvious that someone had cut open her stomach.

This corpse reminds me of an empty wooden barrel, and stretches it out, and then I think of snakes, insects, and ants soaked in wine, and since there is a medicinal wine made from animals and insects in the world, why can't it be made from humans?

The one who was carried out was undoubtedly a failure, and I was the one who was about to fill her place.

But I know what they are going to do, and I can't escape, the offensive ability hasn't been discovered yet, and the secret of spatial transfer hasn't been mastered, so I can't save Xiang Yiyi at this moment, and even I have to get in.

After the body was carried away, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow Taoist robe came out of the inner room, he wore a Taoist hat, held a whisk in his hand, a thin and pointed mouth on a goatee, and a pair of mouse eyes did not look like a good person.

"Real person, she's what I call seed." The young man respectfully followed behind Qingyan Zhenren and pointed at me as he spoke.

"Hmm......" Qingyan Zhenren looked at me with empty eyes, "Yes, young, healthy, and able to withstand the power of medicine." ”

"The day before yesterday, Lao Liu Tou burned her arm with boiling water in order to try her, you see, do you wait for the trauma to heal before taking medicine?" The young man looked at my arm and said.

"Yes, so as not to waste the herbs."

"Real person, there is another thing, a lot of laborers have died recently, do you send someone out of the mountain to get another batch?"

"You arrange it, pick more young ones, this medicine man is not easy to cultivate, the more seeds, the better."

"Yes, I see."

The two of them chatted for a long time, and finally I was taken out of the greenhouse by the young man and sent back to work in the medicinal herb processing shed, this day I was thinking about how to sneak back to the medicine man greenhouse, and when it was time to call it a day, I calmed down, and after dinner with the others, when I was free, I wandered to the front of the huts that led to the medicine room.

There is no need for a password to enter another space, which can be known from the fact that the survivor can directly enter the place of work, so it means that the opening and closing of the door of the space has a specific pattern, maybe time?

But it takes a lot of risk to test this idea, and if I run out during the start of work, the foreman will immediately find out, and my stupidity will be exposed.

After thinking about it, I think there is only one way to work, of course, this method is also risky, but now I am in the tiger's den, and there is a risk in doing anything, in order to rescue Xiang Yiyi as soon as possible, I must take a risk.

What's more, the properties of Qingyan Zhenren's potion are unknown, and I don't dare to guarantee that there will be no problems when I soak in it, in case I really become a living dead, it will be too late to regret it.

If you want to succeed, be ruthless with yourself. I gritted my teeth and walked back to my cabin, sat down in my chair and began to prepare for the plan in my mind.

Actually, my idea is quite whimsical, I think that since my cells can disguise, then they may also pretend to be dead, if all the cells are dead, I am a dead person, in this place, I am afraid that only dead people can move freely.

Bai Junyang taught me how to explore the inner world, and this trick really benefited me a lot, as the so-called one-size-fits-all, knowing how the inner world works, and controlling this way, you can create countless possibilities.

The ancients used drugs to fake their death, so if they learn to control the various tissues and organs of their body, they should be able to achieve this effect.

However, there is always a gap between theory and experiment, the human body is a sophisticated instrument, and it has self-control, I almost turned off all life systems a few times, but unfortunately as soon as the alarm in the brain sounded, the body automatically 'started'.