"She keeps a god in the winery."
The explorers and their party had already left the factory where Donald was located, and the man who had suffered a mental breakdown was taken into custody by the raven.
Although he has walked out of the factory, his words still echo in everyone's ears.
Lady Talo herself was a deity who once lived on the edge of the forest and was revered by people engaged in farming and animal husbandry. They never expected that there would be another wandering god in this closed kingdom-like brewery.
Moreover, Donald used a very strange word. He said "feed". She "raised" a god. As if the wandering god was some kind of livestock.
Why is there such a statement? …
Rather than saying that the group of people had doubts about this, it was better to say that this strange expression made them obviously feel uneasy.
However, they have decided to finish what needs to be done.
It will take time for Talo to recover, so we can only kill her in one go before then. If they interrupt their revenge, they may face a cruel revenge, a purge that they cannot escape...
Although they learned some disturbing information, they also learned about Taro's location - the third brewing workshop.
For safety reasons, shelter owners will definitely hide near their guard dogs.
Therefore, the group of people directly bypassed the workshops that were obviously open to the public and came to the workshop that was close to the towering wall, the door was closed, and it seemed that no one had visited it for a long time.
A thick chain, with its surface already covered in rust and a layer of dust on it, was twisted around the iron door handle and clamped by a large lock - as if the owner of this building never wanted to open this place again. Similar.
The Laughing Man drew out his slender sword from the scabbard on his waist and cut off the chain on the door with one strike.
A group of explorers were somewhat surprised to see the path of his sword. It was an extremely sharp trajectory, and seemed to contain some kind of super-level purification power. It seemed to be able to cut through spiritual matter and even divine magic...
In fact, it was the power of the "Oath Torch" transformed by Yi Wen, and a trace amount was attached to the sword blade. They had some sense of it, but no one had the eyesight to see through it.
"Gentlemen, I'm afraid the rest of the journey won't be easy." Sheathing the sword, Sean controlled the Laughing Man and took the lead into the third brewing workshop.
The sound of footsteps seemed to wake up the silence of this place. Thanks to the huge glass windows on both sides of the vehicle room, this dusty workshop has as much lighting as the previous workshop, and it doesn't look too dark and gloomy during the day.
Most of the appliances were covered in dust due to lack of access and maintenance. Huge wine storage tanks stand tall, making people wonder what they contain.
The workshop was very quiet, and the sounds in the pipes could be heard - the regular sizzling sound of the steam pipes; liquid was gurgling in the delivery pipes, quietly filling a jar in the distance.
Although almost all the workers fled, the winery seemed to have a life of its own and was still following its usual schedule and continuing production.
The seemingly abandoned third workshop is not really abandoned, and the prepared wine will still be poured into the wine storage tanks here. I'm afraid this is one of the transit places for beer. Although no one visits, some production lines also flow through here.
Apart from the sound of the pipes, the place was unusually quiet. The explorers united together and moved forward step by step. In front of it was a huge gray glass window, and the sunlight illuminated the dusty ground. Next to it, a light green wooden door opened at a corner. The Laughing Man silently walked to the door and took a look inside.
Inside the door was a warehouse, and Sean saw grain bags stacked almost to the ceiling—a lot of wheat was stored here. The sacks all bear the same symbol - a sprouting plant in a diamond shape. Under it were the words "Central Plains Agriculture."
Sean frowned. He remembered that this agricultural company was related to Rockfield, and it seemed to have direct cooperation with the Divine Court.
As a subordinate of Yundian Wine Club, it is natural for Donald to use Rock's products as brewing raw materials. However, the connection inexplicably reminded Sean of a scene he had experienced before——
Before entering the "Midnight Paradise", those scary paradise dolls handed out Donald brand wort drinks to the crowd.
And those people who drank the drinks... Sean clearly remembered that those people were not surprised and frightened by the deaths that happened in front of them, but they blushed and cheered loudly, feeling fresh and excited... They felt excited because someone died. excited.
That wort drink seemed to deprive them of their normal thinking and sense of morality for a certain period of time.
The Laughing Man stood outside the half-open warehouse door, his eyes always staring at the wheat produced by the Central Plains Agriculture.
Donald uses ingredients from Central Plains agriculture. Wort beverage is another flagship product of Donald Brewery besides beer, which is marketed throughout New Zealand. Perhaps a "special variety" of this product appeared in "Midnight Paradise" and turned into some kind of crazy drink...
Sean blinked violently for a moment. He could sense the underlying connection.
The reason I feel this way is not because Sean is a conspiracy theorist. Just because he has experienced similar incidents——
He also remembers being in Ocean City and sending residents into a meat-crazy frenzy.
Could it be that the same thing is happening in New Landel?
The Laughing Man and Sean narrowed their eyes together: It's not impossible.
Food is something that everyone needs to eat. And those people even want to squeeze the "luck" of the poor...
Who knows what they will do with this?
As part of his role as a journalist, Sean secretly made up his mind to investigate the wort beverage and the agricultural products produced by Lowe's.
Obviously, now is not a good time to delve into this issue. The Laughing Man withdrew his attention and was about to move forward when the "Holy Night Executioner" carrying a huge steel coffin next to him pointed in one direction.
The group of people all looked there - they could see an obvious blood stain on the ground, as if someone was painting wildly with a huge brush. The red tail trailed into the depths.
People looked at each other. Sean sensed something was wrong. He pulled out the slender sword from his waist and held it with his right hand. A strange thing emerged from the black cloak with his left hand.
The "mysterious gentleman" next to the Laughing Man looked sideways - obviously, he has a strong curiosity about all kinds of mysterious things. He saw the mysterious man wearing a human skin mask holding a slightly pulsing heart in his left hand.
If you look closely, you will see that the heart is made of ancient machinery, with precise gears instead of muscles rotating sluggishly on it.
The whole heart has become rusty, as if it has been soaked in salt water for a long time...
"Rusty heart." The mysterious gentleman suddenly noticed that the smiling man was looking sideways at him, and a voice came out from under the mask that people couldn't bear to look at. "There is only a little reason left to keep my heart that should have stopped long ago. Beating in the world.”
Obviously, the sword in his right hand and the rusty heart in his left hand are the two weapons of the Laughing Man. The strongest in the group moved on, following the ominous red trail.
They went deep between the wine tanks, as if they were entering an airtight valley. The giant tanks on both sides seem to be approaching quietly, and it is inevitable to feel breathless when you are inside.
Finally, the Laughing Man stopped in front of a giant tank that was obviously a little weird - his ectoplasm had been carefully exploring, like a cautious underwater creature.
He touched the cold wine in each giant jar, and in the jar in front...
Not sure what it was, but it certainly wasn't a liquid.
The people behind him, except for Bill who couldn't use the spiritual essence flexibly, all realized something was wrong. The Holy Night Executioner lightly snapped his fingers, and a small crack opened in the steel coffin on his back. A dark ghost floated out from it, forming a dark ghost that quickly climbed up and jumped from the top of the tank. He slipped into the opening.
The executioner closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then spoke with a somewhat parched throat: "It's filled with bones, a lot of...sheep bones."
