The three of them just followed this group of emotionless puppets and walked towards the place where the smoke was coming from.
Although their every move would hardly be interfered by others, Aoyan still lowered her voice: "Hey, Shenghan, I said before that they weren't controlled by drugs... so what else could they be?"
"One guess - music."
"Music...how can it be done? Even though Kinnara is the God of Song, this sounds too bizarre."
Bai Ya said abruptly that it wouldn't be surprising if something bad happened in this bad place.
Liu Shenghan rarely said seriously: "Music is a very mysterious thing. Together with painting and dance, it is a form of beautiful expression. Through singing, musical instruments, paintbrushes, fans, umbrellas... this kind of artistic carrier, you can Reality is rewritten in an incredible way. They are supposed to be objects that cultivate sentiments, or express human emotions that are different from those of animals and plants. If they can be used by people, they can be used to manipulate, interfere, and instill something. Even with animals, Just like monsters, people also rely on their mouth, eyes, ears and nose to perceive the world, and even their senses are more limited, so the emotions they get are stronger and the feedback is more interesting. This is what makes people human and what makes them different from objects."
Jun Aoyan listened in confusion, but he understood something.
"It means...music can also control people? And it's not just music."
"Well, it's normal. It's not difficult to understand." Liu Shenghan listed examples to her. "After many years, when I return to my hometown and eat the food cooked by my mother, I will be moved to tears; as a bystander, I will feel emotional when I hear the sorrow and joy. Then you will feel sad; when you smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers, your lost mood will improve. Memory, association, and play are common characteristics of human beings, especially literati. My pen, Ling Ge's fan, and the moon king The lyre has the same principle. Speaking of which, my friend Kauchue-kun, her lyre skills can call the wind and rain, bring down snow and frost, and transform people’s souls. This is also the effect of sincerity and divine power... I admire her."
"What kind of person is Lord Kutsutsuki?"
"Well... he's probably a pure good person."
Bai Ya said calmly: "That's why good people don't live long."
"That's not necessarily the case." Sheng Han smiled, "She is not a dead person, but a goddess from heaven. If she were here, it would be easier for us to deal with those guys. But I can't do it because of this. Her selfish desires brought her in... Her kindness should be put in a more important place, instead of running around for our affairs. Besides, that gentleman has no intention of asking her to come. No matter Shuoyue-kun, me, and so on Another Wu Chang whose whereabouts are unknown...too many people have been lost here."
Bai Ya seemed to think her explanation was a bit redundant: "So much nonsense. Didn't some people in Gechen State oppose the Queen Mother's rule before? One or two of them changed their minds. There are also the singing she heard before, and what we were eating What Yueshan heard, and related to the state master's suppression of the Tengu... these are all related to her. The music of Kinnara and the incense burner of Gandharva are all infused with so-called divine power - that is, evil energy. You and I can't do anything to them with our swords. That's why we need the banjo."
Before Aoyan spoke, Liu Shenghan teased her first.
"I thought you were the kind of person who would cut everything with two knives."
"I am." Bai Ya admitted generously, "Isn't it impossible to cut them? I have to break their fancy spells first. I don't want to fight an unprepared battle."
Thinking of the two times he went to the police without any discussion today, the other two people disagreed.
No matter what their expressions were, Bai Ya had the same indifferent attitude: "If you can cut it, you can kill it. My father told me that everything has its reason. As long as its 'reason' is broken, there is nothing that cannot be cut off." .”
Liu Shenghan nodded: "Indeed. Besides, your pair of swords were made 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 said this, they passed a water channel, which should have been transformed by a stream. There is colorful liquid flowing in the water, like mixed paint, and there are solid suspensions in it. Since there are also some indescribable sticky lumps on the edge of the ditch, it is estimated that someone has cleared them regularly but did not transport them away - after all, the fragments of this fissure are also isolated from the world. Throwing them out will damage the environment and arouse suspicion. There was still bright oil floating on the water, which smelled like soaked soap locust.
They followed the drainage channel and arrived in front of the pharmaceutical refinery.
It's still daytime, but there are torches everywhere. They did feel it when they arrived. The light was getting darker and darker, and there were more and more torches. The natural light in the sky was unknowingly transformed into the warm light of open fires. Because the tree crown here has reached an airtight level, no light from the outside can penetrate it.
They saw the corner of a large, square building. It was not high, only a head taller than a person, but it covered a very wide area. There are many chimneys that go straight through the canopy, where the mist is exhausted. Maybe, it's poisonous. The environment outside this building is neither simple nor complex, just messy. No one has taken care of it at first glance. There are piles of incomprehensible tools, waste materials, and unmarked large jars and small jars everywhere. I don’t know what they are loaded with. Beside the leaked contents or the waste materials piled haphazardly, there was no grass growing in some places, and strange plants growing in other places. Although it is very lush, it looks very sick. I don't know if it is caused by the medicine or if these species just look like this.
The building is made of red bricks, which can be seen from the dark yellow mud peeling off the outside. It had windows that were so low that you had to bend down to reach them. It was pitch dark inside, and Jun Aoyan couldn't see anything after looking at it for a long time. She boldly stretched her head to take a look, but bumped into the solid paper window. It turns out that the paper covering the windows has also been blackened. I don't know if there is any light inside, but it doesn't shine through. They walked around here for a while, but didn't see a single door.
Bai Ya stopped in front of a window again. He reached out and touched the paper window. It was very hot. It must have been very hot inside. From this thin place, you can also hear the movement coming from inside: Gulu, Gulu, like sticky magma rolling slowly. He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of equipment could be placed in such a large, low house?
Someone suddenly came towards them against the wall. They were startled at first, and each of them secretly prepared to fight. In the end, that person just passed them by without even looking 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 are downward ravines at regular intervals. The steps are purely dug out, and there are no hand guards. Next to them is an underground earth wall. It's so narrow that only two thin people can pass side by side at a time.
"I'm telling you..." Aoyan understood something, "It turns out it's a sunken building with a high space."
Liu Shenghan analyzed: "I'm afraid the height of the trees is limited, so we can only dig downwards."
"I'll go down first, be careful behind you."
Bai Ya took out his knife and took the lead to explore the way, with the other two following him closely. It was very dark down there, with only a small, worn-out lamp. The light was so weak that it seemed like it could be extinguished by a cough. He touched an old wooden door, and the cracked leather on it was pricking his hands.
He slowly opened the door and stuck the knife in, followed closely by the man.
A wave of heat hit my face. What greeted his eyes was a scene he had never seen before.
There are people everywhere, many more than outside. He looked around and saw hundreds of people wherever he looked. Where did they catch so many workers? Could it be that no one's parents, no one's brothers, no one's lover said that someone in their family was lost? As soon as this idea came up, Bai Ya himself quickly gave an explanation: just let them forget it, let them not care about it, and let them not say it out loud. Although there are relatively few people in the South, there is not much terrain for living, so it is densely populated. There may be a few people missing in different areas at different times... but it will not stop moving.
Jun Aoyan, who followed closely, also felt that there was no factory atmosphere here - at least, it was different from the factories they knew and had seen. There should be people taking a break to chat, chanting while lifting heavy objects, and other scattered sounds of conversation. Although it's not big, it must be noisy no matter what. But there was still no sound at all. Everyone was going back and forth regularly, pouring this and that thing skillfully in front of one big pot after another.
There are many equipment here that they have never seen before. Perhaps it is a large tool used for washing, grinding, mixing, etc., which requires more than two people to operate it. Although those workers do not look like professional workers, their rigid body memory makes their movements very smooth and their coordination is seamless. Everyone's movements seem to have been calculated, and everyone's behavioral division of labor is also unified and orderly. .
Of course, there are also injured people, many. Most of them are corrosion to varying degrees, and the wounds are either loose and ulcerated, or covered with dense blisters. The most exaggerated one, most of his face was green, like Shura from the Wu Kingdom, but his body was much sicker. Many people will fall down at any time, and what will greet them is probably the fate of turning into a black hive frame, or being split apart, entering a certain tool, and becoming part of some drug. There are also a few people with physical disabilities. Some of these people are born with disabilities, and some are acquired. Those with congenital disabilities are easy to trick, while those with acquired disabilities were probably created in the factory and were not treated properly. Although some ointment was applied, it did not continue to fester or become infected, but it seemed that the lowest cost method was chosen to maintain life and movement, nothing more. There is no guarantee of safety here and they could die at any time.
"What place is this?" Aoyan exclaimed, "Hell?!"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
This was a strange yet familiar sound, somewhat high-pitched, covering up the sound of the equipment operating.
"Yan, Yan 㳜?"
Jun Aoyan pointed at the acquaintance who was walking slowly in surprise, her tone extremely surprised. Bai Ya hadn't looked there yet, but the moment he heard the name, two sharp knives were immediately pointed at it, and the sound of the knives could be heard as "Hu--".
The snake demon is strolling around, as leisurely as in the backyard of his own home. He swayed slowly step by step and said slowly:
"I knew you would come."
"Does this pharmaceutical company have anything to do with you?"
Liu Shenghan looked at him sideways and frowned slightly. It seems all this is more complicated than they thought.
