The demon slave climbed the stairs one by one, threw the saltpeter from the mouth of the pot, and the boiled nitrate powder was like hoarfrost, and the liquid nitrate powder was obtained by salvaging it with a strainer;

Liquid nitrate powder is loaded into a tray and placed next to the furnace to dry; After drying, it becomes a rock candy-like crystal, and then it is mashed and transported to the next factory for production;

Handling, charcoal burning, salvage, refining, drying, a series of basic manufacturing processes are carried out in the factory, and all of them are made by demon slaves.

Yan Yunting saw everything in the factory, the basic manufacturing was all done by the demon slave, but the finished product was made in another factory, there were six yaksha guards at the door of the factory, and there was a warning wooden sign hanging on the door:

"The factory is heavy, and idlers are not allowed to enter!"

The powder factory, there must be a powder magazine, and if you can set it on fire, everything will be reduced to ashes.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat! ”

At this time, an old man in cloth walked into the factory with a few buckets of rice and a vat of green vegetable soup.

Demon slaves are slaves again, they are also people, they don't have the strength to work without eating, and they are in an instinctive desire for food, and the demon slaves put down their work one after another, and queued up in order to receive food.

A bowl of white rice for one person, a bowl of vegetable soup for one person, and no other oil and water, let alone chopsticks, the demon slave who received the rice found a place to squat on his own, and he didn't care how dirty his hands were, so he grabbed the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yan Yunting glanced at the rice soup, an idea instantly burst out of his mind, he hid the poisonous blood in his sleeve, and when he was cooking, he pretended to be physically exhausted, fell sideways to the rice jar, poured a whole bottle of poisonous blood into the soup, and scalded it...... It's hot!

The poisonous blood quickly fused with the soup, and the original green vegetable soup also changed color.

"What's going on!" Yaksha heard the sound and rushed over.

If Yaksha finds that the color of the soup has changed, he may be suspicious, but at the moment, the epidemic virus has not been able to spread, and it cannot be easily exposed.

When Yan Yunting was lying on the ground helpless, the old man who was cooking suddenly reached out and helped him up, and said to Yasha: "He is a little exhausted, just finish eating rice, Lord Yasha, don't bother you!" ”

Is he a sober man?

"Then let him get up quickly, and the useless ones will be thrown directly into the furnace and burned!" Yaksha greeted.

"Eat, young man, it's yours." The old man handed Yan Yunting a bowl of rice, but did not serve him soup.

Yan Yunting's heart was touched, the old man's twilight and kind eyes seemed to have seen through his thoughts, he squatted aside with white rice, and only after the first demon slave drank the bloody clear soup did he slowly stand up, holding the dagger in his arms and waiting for the opportunity to move.

The time of mutation of the poisonous person will be based on the location of the wound, if it is bitten directly, it will come back to life in a quarter of an hour at the earliest, if it is oral poisoning blood, the epidemic poison will reach the internal organs, and the mutation time may be faster!

Soon, the hundreds of hungry demon slaves all swallowed the green vegetable soup with the poison of the epidemic, and the first batch also began to have a poisonous reaction, they were red-faced, they walked staggeringly, and passed out on the ground one after another.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Yan Yunting still felt guilty in his heart, but for the sake of the world's plan, he could only kill his relatives in righteousness.

"What's wrong! What happened! "The guards' yaksha are all around.

Hundreds of demon slaves fell to the ground one after another, their bodies twitching constantly, their eyes rolling, their pupils reddened, and their faces were bruised, they were about to mutate!

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" The demon slaves coughed up blood one after another, and closed their eyes one after another and died.

"What the hell is going on! Old man! Did you poison the food? "The Yaksha picks up the old man who is cooking, and raises his claws to kill!

"Whew!" A dagger stabbed into Yaksha's throat.

"Poison, I ordered it, come to me!" Yan Yunting kicked away the yaksha and protected the old man.

"Quick! Go and signal! Someone invaded—"

"Uh-huh!"

The poisoner has woken up!

"Giggle...... Hundreds of hideous poisonous people got up from the ground, whether they were Yaksha or living people, and they pounced on them to bite and bite.

Just don't be a picky eater!

There was chaos in the factory, Yan Yunting pulled up the old man and rushed into the "factory center", and then closed the big iron door.

The factory was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and several workbenches were filled with mashed gunpowder, sulfur, toner, grease - this was indeed the place where the finished gunpowder was made!

"Old man, I don't see that you are not controlled by monsters, do you know where the powder magazine is here?" Yan Yunting asked the old man beside him.

The old man only said, "Follow me." Then he took Yan Yunting and walked to the inside of the factory.

There was a red secret door at the end of the factory, and the old man pressed a switch on the side, and the door opened automatically, and a dazzling fluorescence first dispersed.

Yan Yunting hesitated: "This light ......"

The old man explained: "This is glowstone, because the powder magazine strictly prohibits open flames, so when this factory was built, a lot of fluorite was brought from Kunlun Mountain for lighting. ”

Entering the door, a large square warehouse with a length of more than ten zhang appeared in front of you, the walls of the warehouse were embedded with shiny fluorite, and buckets of black. Fire. The medicine is neatly stacked in the center of the warehouse, and it is generally estimated that there are no less than 100 barrels!

This is embarrassing Yan Yunting, so much gunpowder exploded at the same time, not to mention the entire factory, even the entire street will be affected, and it may not be too late to escape when the time comes!

"These black. Fire. The medicine is about to be shipped to Kunlun Mountain, young man, do you want to blow it up? The old man's tone was so calm.

Yan Yunting pursed his lips and looked the old man beside him up and down: "Old man, you seem to know a lot......

The old man said bitterly: "The old man's name is Gongyiqun, and he was the owner of this factory, and those monsters didn't know how to make gunpowder, so they didn't turn me into a demon slave......

"Public Loss...... Lose the group? So you're a loser? Yan Yunting was surprised.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Thunderbolt Hall' under the public loser's door?" The public loser group asked first.

Yan Yunting thought for a moment, "Thunderbolt Hall seems to have heard of it, but I once used 'Thunderbolt Bead'...... Could it be that the thunderbolt pearl, known as one of the 'three hidden weapons of the rivers and lakes', came from you? ”

"What is there to be proud of?" The chief of the public group sighed, full of self-blame and helplessness, "They used the succubus to trick me into stealing the method of making gunpowder, alas...... The old decay really lost the face of the public loser! ”

"Don't say that, old man, you're going to blame those damn monsters! But don't worry, I've just spread the plague virus, and soon the entire Kunyu City will fall into chaos, and if we blow up this powder magazine later, these monsters won't be able to toss anymore! ”

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