With the death of several goblins, more than 20 humans looked a little panicked, and some fear appeared in their expressions.
They said something to each other, and then several humans shook the corpses of the goblins with their hands.
Huang Er walked forward, and he clenched his fists tightly.
The scene he saw in this place of care for people was speechless.
Because of the strong appearance of the leader Feng Buzhi, he forgot that this world is extremely desperate for the human race.
At this moment, he remembered those desperate memories.
Several humans looked at him in confusion, and a woman looked at him with her head tilted, stretched out her fingers and gently touched his stomach, as if she was curious about his somewhat obese belly.
"Damn it! He's the best!!"
Huang Er cursed angrily, and when several humans saw him angry, they took a few steps back.
Perhaps because of the breed, although these human races are lively, they are generally cowardly and not aggressive.
Huang Er glanced at these captive human animals. He actually didn't want to lose his temper, but seeing this situation really made him angry.
He couldn't describe what he was angry about, or that there were too many things that made him angry.
There is anger at this blood factory. These aliens are extremely guilty of raising humans in captivity!
There is anger at the former human ancestors. Why did the anger of the human ancestors fail? Even if it fails, it's fine, why did it fail so thoroughly!
There is anger at these human livestock. Angry, these human livestock are raised by foreigners but do not know anything, or even do not know how to get angry!
There is also anger towards yourself, anger towards yourself powerlessly!
He wanted the human race here to fight back with him. Even if he died together, it would be better than living like this. As a result, he found that he could not do it at all!
In his opinion, the flesh and blood mine was already desperate enough.
But compared to this, the flesh and blood pit is like heaven.
Because in the flesh and blood pit, they can at least have a human personality, and here, the human race here does not even have the right to obtain human personality.
Huang Er held the basketball in his hand tightly. For a moment, he even had the idea of massacring all the human races here.
—— Rather than being raised and collected with blood carefree care, it is better to let him kill him in advance to end his life, at least he died at the hands of his own people.
Huang Er rubbed his head, and he suddenly discovered something.
He walked to a metal gate not far away, and as he opened the gate, a cold air came over. Huang Er saw densely frozen human corpses.
The twenty or so humans not far away were frightened when they saw this scene.
The death of the goblins was almost meaningful after all. Seeing the same corpses, there were countless human corpses, and these humans were obviously frightened.
Huang Er slapped the basketball, and the next moment he returned to the factory just like a afterimage.
He opened the door locks one by one, but these human races didn't even know that they ran away.
Huang Er didn't care too much. He opened all the door locks, then killed the Tartar and goblin present, and left.
There are dozens of similar farms, and Huang Er did not check them one by one.
He just checked some factories with different shapes, he saw the feed warehouse, and also saw the kind of activated flesh and blood they mined in the flesh and blood pit.
It seems that the flesh and blood mine where they were originally located is also a part of this blood factory.
Recalling their experience in the flesh and blood pit, Huang Er felt unspeakable depression.
The investigation continues, and the repression is becoming more and more.
The night is already dark, and the normal race is already asleep at this time, but for the blood clans who are reversing day and night, this is their active time.
Huang Er hid his breath and lurked into the ventilation ducts in the conference room of the Blood Factory. He still used the tried and tested dribbling and it can also be said to be a certain space shuttle ability.
The so-called dribbling is essentially a kind of spatial ability.
The blood clan in the conference room is having a meeting, and the content of the meeting is exactly the development direction of this blood factory.
Perhaps the blood profits produced by ordinary humans in ground factories are too low, so they must focus on the quality humans cultivated underground.
Whether it is the blood of these high-quality human races, the flesh and blood of these high-quality human races, or even the profits of using these high-quality human races as strange materials are much higher.
And the key to cultivating high-quality human races is education.
To make the value of the cultivated human race high enough, it is necessary to educate the children of the human race in the process of cultivation so that the children can master appropriate knowledge and etiquette.
After listening secretly in the conference room for a while, Huang Ersou continued to go underground to investigate.
The underground space of the Blood Factory is very large, and it is no smaller than the ground area. It has the feeling of being connected to the flesh and blood pits.
According to Huang Er's investigation, the entire underground space is mainly divided into two different areas.
In the first area, Huang Er named it the tomb of the Trialer.
The rough meaning is that after the trial passes the [Promotion], he will immediately die.
Huang Er found more than twenty human town crystals similar to flesh and blood pits in this area. Every once in a while, some humans came here to be harvested.
Huang Er saw the bodies of some male trialists who were dismembered, and also saw some pregnant human women soaked in containers.
If he hadn't been injured before the [Promotion] trial, he would have been malfunctioning, and he would have been here and turned into a corpse.
And if he is a woman, then the human pregnant woman soaked in the nutrient solution will be his destiny.
In short, it either dies immediately or becomes a fertility machine. As for other options, there may be, but Huang Er has not discovered it yet.
As for the second area in the underground space, Huang Er named it Utopia.
There are about hundreds of utopias of all sizes in the underground space, and each utopia is a combination of a human mother and dozens of human children.
The young mother raises dozens of children who are not related to her.
She told the children that the world had been destroyed and that the surviving humans had established shelters underground, and that these children were surviving orphans, and when they grew up, they would leave here and go to the survivors' school to learn further.
The mother teaches the children knowledge and etiquette, plays with the children, tells stories to the children, and accompanys the children to grow up. Then she will take the children to rate them regularly.
The girls with the highest score will have the opportunity to survive and have children.
When the girl grows up, she will become a brand new mother, repeating her current job.
As for other children, those with high scores can be trained for a longer period of time. Those with low scores are not of high value and will be dealt with in advance.
However, no matter what the score is, the time of processing is sooner or later, the fate of the children is similar, either becoming high-quality blood, becoming high-quality meat, or becoming high-quality strange petri dishes...
Huang Ershu held a transcript, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
He could not imagine the despair these children felt when they were facing death, nor could he imagine the torment these mothers suffered on weekdays.
While thinking, Huang Er did not notice a boy about eight years old sneaking over to him.
Little Luke said, "Uncle, are you an observer?"
Huang Er turned around and said, "Observer?"
Luke said: "Mom said that as long as we perform well and get higher scores, we can not only go to a better survivor school, but also be adopted. At night, there will be observers to observe our performance, as long as we perform well.
, we will be adopted in advance.
Anna and Lili, the two crybabys, obviously did not perform well at all, but were lucky enough to be adopted."
Huang Er looked at the transcript in his hand and saw the names of Anna and Lili who had been crossed off at the end of the transcript.
Huang Er was silent for a while, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
"Luke."
Huang Er watched the transcript from bottom to top, and finally saw Luke's name in the first place, and also saw Luke's score far surpassing the second place.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Luke said, "Uncle, is the ball in your hand a basketball?"
"Oh? Do you know basketball?"
Luke nodded and said, "Of course, although the surface has been destroyed and we hide under the ground and can no longer play basketball, I still know these things. My mother said that basketball is one of the most popular sports among humans.
One day, we will return to the surface and build many basketball courts and football fields.
By the way, I also know some basketball stars, uncle, have you heard of Jordan?"
"Jordan?" Huang Er was slightly stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."
Seeing this, Luke immediately told Huang Er about the deeds of Jordan that he had heard from his mother. However, before he could finish his words, he found that the uncle who was still in front of him and the basketball had disappeared.
He originally wanted to borrow the basketball and take a few shots...
...
In the darkness, Huang Er appeared above the Blood Factory and scored a three-pointer in the direction of the conference room just now.
As the basketball took off his arm, his basketball continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a giant basketball of 100 meters.
If Cisli was present at this time, she would definitely tell Huang Er that he is using only the seventh level to master the liberation of the soul tools.
But even if he knew, Huang Er would not care at this time.
The violent turbulence was turbulent, and the huge basketball was like hitting a building built of paper, directly smashing the office building of Hawley Blood Factory into ruins.
Huang Er fell from the sky, and the move just now consumed a lot of money for him.
He gasped heavily. With his current body, he could no longer use this move for at least a short time.
Without thinking too much, Huang Er felt at least two powerful auras. The basketball returned to his palm. With the ball passing by again, he had already escaped from the Hawley Blood Factory...