Red Mist Games

At the foot of the Holy City, District 1-3.

It was hard for Mu Chang to imagine that such a skinny person could still be seen in this century.

The bones are all protruding outside, and there is no fat under the skin, leaving only a piece of skin.

Although we are in the red mist apocalypse, such a thin person should have been eaten by the evolvers or starved to death.

But they didn't, they were whipped and worked like black slaves in 1-3.

Because there was only a layer of skin left, the whip could not leave any trace at all.

The shriveled skin was scratched so hard that the white flesh turned over.

Because he was too thin, there was no flesh and blood in his body, and no blood flowed out, making him look like a zombie.

"Today's batch is not that good either."

Mu Chang heard someone coming from a distance, and he was talking as he walked: "Didn't you say that we should check more strictly and let less people in? There are still so many people, sir, I'm going to scold them again."

"No, sir, I have never scolded anyone. I just don't want to deal with the superiors..."

"She has such an aura that you don't even need to curse out loud! I feel like all she needs to do is use pressure! I'll already be scolded like crazy!"

"Then what should we do? Kill more people this time?"

"Just make it look like the ones in the fields."

"Then just kill more people...the ones in the fields are no different from dead people."

As the voice approached, Mu Chang put away all his five senses and lowered his figure to make himself less conspicuous among a group of restrained people.

In order to prevent the identity of the blood source from being exposed, she disguised herself a lot. Now just from the appearance, it is impossible to tell that she is Mu Chang. Her voice has also changed, which is very different.

The group of people who were talking walked up to the people entering the area, and instead of untying their restraints, they whipped them against the wall.

This kind of void whip seems to be able to be wielded by managers in 1-3 at will, and it is not a physical whip.

"Anyone who enters District 1, regardless of whether they are from the north or the south, is considered a believer! I will only say this once here! The red mist is on top!!! In 3-[-], you are not allowed to use the divine power in the mist casually! God-given Things cannot be used without God’s permission! Do you understand?!!!”

It has been this kind of suppression since the beginning, so naturally there are disobedient people.

A burst of invisible light burst out, attacking the manager, but stopped in the next second. No matter what kind of power it was, it all stopped in that moment of time and space.

Mu Chang clearly heard the sound of the pointer turning upside down in the air, and then all the powers turned upside down——

The next second, the time stop is released, and the supernatural power flows back——

collapse! ! !
"If you didn't understand! You should understand now, right?!" The manager put his hands on his hips and sneered: "This is Area 1-3 at the foot of the Holy City! At the foot of the Holy City! No one can use it without the consent of the Mist God! Super powers! If you don’t believe it, try again!”

Another whip was swung, this time hitting the troublemaker accurately. The troublemaker fell to the ground crippled and was dragged away.

No one knows where the people who were dragged away went.

Except for the manager, everyone has just stepped into the legendary area where life is not in danger.

Only the next day, someone discovered that there were more undead people working in the experimental field.

At this moment, the manager waved his whip again and said: "Divide me into two groups consciously! The side with sound limbs! The side with disabilities!"

It's hard to say why people who entered the area were enslaved so quickly, but the people present immediately listened to the manager's words. It should be said that those with sound limbs ran away immediately.

There were so many people in the red mist apocalypse. After years of fighting against the evolvers, there were also many disabled people who came south to the foot of the Holy City. They stood quietly and did not move.

Mu Chang hesitated and walked to the side with healthy limbs.

She is the slowest person to walk, and she labeled herself as submissive as soon as she came up.

Then, the manager selected a few people from the disabled people to go to the side with able-bodied limbs, divided into two groups of managers to lead the team, and led the people entering the area to different places.

On the way, Mu Chang passed by an endless experimental field and saw countless skeletons and skinned people. At a fork in the road, she was led to turn left and entered a place full of chimneys.

Here is the oil factory.

The area is as big as those experimental fields just now.

"name."

"Mushan."

The registered believer paused for a moment: "Superpower?"

"Control objects."

"Show me?"

Mu Chang stretched out his hand and was about to show it, then he remembered something and said, "I just said that superpowers cannot be used here."

The registered believer raised his eyebrows and replied: "Then please describe the logic of your superpower."

The algorithm for the wind power popped into Mu Chang's mind. She thought about it and said, "I'm not sure if this is the right description. Anyway, every time I use the power, I use it directly. It controls the up, down, left, right, front, and back of the object in three dimensions. Orientation, in order to reach the direction of moving objects..."

The registered believer waved his hand: "Okay, okay, go over there. I suggest you change your name. Your name can easily make people think of something..."

Mu Shang: "What do you think of?"

The registered believer casually replied: "Drink the blood we are hunting."

Mu Chang's forward figure paused for a second, almost invisible, and she replied: "That's right, fine...but I still have to call her by this name, because it was given by my mother."

She was assigned to Building No. 1 of the Oil Plant 3-169 in District [-].

After she left, the believer next to the registered believer came over and asked, "There shouldn't be anything worth paying attention to this time, right?"

Registered believer: "No."

"Think about it, if that blood source really dares to enter our area with such arrogance, he really wouldn't want to live."

"Yeah, even if you come in, you will definitely be disguised. One of the goods that came this time is actually named Mu Shan, which has the same sound as the name of the blood source."

"Ah? Are the features similar?"

"It doesn't look like him. He doesn't look or sound the same, and he doesn't have the same powers. He's quite generous enough to admit that he's called by that name."

"That shouldn't be the case. If the superpower is fake, the God of Fog will punish you."

"Yes, you came in so fearlessly. It doesn't look like a blood source. Just talk to the higher-ups casually."

"I feel so too."

So until Mu Shang joined the oil factory for more than ten days, no one had any doubts about her identity.

She didn't reveal anything, and successfully entered 1-3... Doing illegal work.

In factory No. 169, she stirred oil day and night, just like when Chen Shui wore the mouthless vest. She wore Mu Shan's vest and acted out the image of a submissive and honest person.

What's worse than Chen Shui's mouthless one is that her Mushan has a mouth, which makes it more difficult and requires him to speak.

"I heard that someone in Factory No. 21 is not here again today! The manager didn't care!"

The person who stirred the oil next to her was a toothless man. Because he was missing a front tooth, Mu Chang always called him the toothless man.At this time, it is the precious 10 minutes of rest time every day. The toothless man chats and gossips while chewing the black noodles, and does not miss a second:

“有没有可能21号厂房里有人要成为管理者了？管理者对21号一直都很松诶！21号的人是不是有什么门路上去1-1，然后巴结长官大人？”

"No, I feel like the commander doesn't care much about the managers."

"Sir, you've always ignored anyone... But is it true that you want to be able to become a manager by flattering your sire? I don't think anyone has ever been promoted from an oil factory."

With the toothless man as the center, the black noodle gnawers formed a circle.

Mu Chang originally didn't want to participate in the discussion, but he took advantage of the situation and was included in the discussion circle, so he had no choice but to listen.

"Yes! The one who was promoted all the way to the great cult..."

"what?"

"You don't know??"

"I came in very late! I'll know if you tell me!"

"Oh, that one who cannot be named now! He was promoted from our oil factory! A man without a mouth! He betrayed our Salvation Society in a war of external expansion! He betrayed the God of Mist! He caused us to lose! A very hateful big believer!"

Mu Chang blinked.

Could this description be...

Mouthless?

Chen Shui?

"So awesome?! He only rebelled after becoming a major cultist. He must be a spy inserted by the enemy in advance!"

"Yes, the Holy City had not floated into the sky at that time. The other great believers were very angry when they came back, saying that the man actually had a mouth and could talk, but he specially wore a mouthless vest to sneak in just to destroy us. Expansion plan!”

"It's a bit powerful...very hateful!"

Mu Chang scratched his head beside him.

It seems that Brother Shui didn’t join the Salvation Society just to ruin the plan...

However, Brother Shui is so awesome. Although he is no longer in the arena, there are still legends in the arena.

A man with a mouthless waistcoat makes the Salvation Society afraid to promote the oil industry again.

The toothless man finished chewing the black noodles vigorously and continued: "Red Mist is above! The person who pretends to have no mouth will definitely be punished by the Mist God!"

"That's right!"

"that is!"

"But I still think the people in Factory Building No. 21 are sneaky!" He clapped his hands. The hands that had been stirring the oil all year round had turned into black skin, like pig's trotters that had been roasted on the fire until they were blackened, and they made strange noises. The friction sound: "It feels like they have privileges! Someone will always disappear every month! The managers don't care!"

“It’s possible to actually be privileged.”

"But this has nothing to do with being a manager, right? Judging from the numbers in Factory 21, it can be seen that people have been there a long time ago, not people like us who joined later."

Mu Chang held up his chin with one hand and was thinking, when he was suddenly called by the toothless man: "Hey, your name is Mu Shan, right? You're new here, why haven't you said anything! Please give me 10 minutes to talk more!" You won’t be able to speak once you start stirring, and you’ll become mute over time!”

Mu Shang: "Ah? I...I..."

She scratched her head again and acted like an honest person: "I'm also very curious about this factory No. 21... Why can they not mix the oil? Are they given a chance to take a break every month? I want it too."

"That's right! I have the privilege! I want it too!"

"How do you jump to Factory Building 21?"

Mu Shang: "Hey, can we still dance between factories?"

The toothless man clicked his front teeth and said: "You can't jump! But you can run! Hey, let me teach you how to run around the factory! Then I won't be the only one who can run around in the future! You can run around too! We will have more things to talk about. !”

"Okay, teach me!"

"Teach me quickly!"

Mu Chang followed, and inexplicably learned how to avoid managers and wander around the factory room.

At the end of the 10 minutes, she followed the discussion she had joined and asked a question about Lin You: "Um, seniors who have been here longer than me, are there any very, very powerful aliens at the foot of the Holy City? A capable person?"

"Are you talking nonsense about not asking? There are powerful superpowers everywhere!"

"To what extent do you mean that you are very, very powerful? With all due respect, a person with weak powers will never be able to enter the Holy City!"

Mu Chang scratched his head: "Well, it's just... like here in 1-3, it controls the superpower that we can't use... This is also a superpower, right? Like time domain expansion, monitoring at any time, and so on."

The person who answered her words slapped her thigh: "I understand! What you want to ask is who set the time domain here at 1-3, right? Is it possible to ask?! This must be our great omniscient omniscience. I don’t know the Lord Wushen! Hurry up and withdraw!!”

Mu Shang: "Oh, I withdraw, I withdraw..."

The worker who was patting her thigh came close to her ear again and said mysteriously: "Such powerful powers! Usually they are only found above our heads! That is, the Holy City... This kind of topic is very sensitive! Don't ask. ! I don’t want to become an immortal yet!”

Mu Shang replied honestly: "Immortal? What is that? I don't know."

"Oh, they are the ones in the experimental field. It is said that they made a mistake and were sent to 1-2 for transformation and then came back... The blood bank of 1-2 is really perverted. They study everything. It's disgusting."

When the whistle blew, all the black slaves returned to their original jobs and continued to stir the oil.

Each of them has a pool, and they have to put their hands into the pool to stir.

You can't use special powers here, as they will be discovered if you use them, so Mu Chang had to bite the bullet and come into direct contact with the oil, stirring it for many days.

Her hands now ache when she leaves the oil, but she has no further symptoms for the time being.

But she thought she should take some action and couldn't continue to stay in 1-3.

At night, there was no dinner, and the 1-3 rule black slaves only had a small piece of black noodles to eat a day.

Everyone fell asleep, sleeping near the oil pool, snoring everywhere. It was so peaceful that no one dared to resist.

There is a thin crack in the curtain of the factory building. Managers walk around outside from time to time. Passing by the crack, they will look in and count the number of people.

Tonight, five administrators passed by outside Factory No. 169. They counted the number of people in the factory five times and found nothing wrong.

Behind the oil tank that Mu Shang was responsible for, "Mu Shang's" head tilted in mid-air, and suddenly his whole head fell to the ground, but not a single hair flew out.

That's a fake head.

It is a large piece of black surface held in place by a pole.

The real Mu Chang had long ago slipped out of Factory No. 169 using the method taught by Toothless Man, and reached the outside of Factory No. 21 using only his physical skills without using any superpowers.

She looked into Factory Building No. 21 through the gap in the curtain...

It was pitch black.

She keenly captured something unusual in the air...a space. (End of chapter)