This Psychopath Is Too Strong

2022-05-20

Chapter 169 Trialist’s Grave and Utopia

With With the deaths of several goblins, the twenty or so humans looked a little panicked, and there was some fear in their expressions.

They were talking to each other, and then a few humans shook the goblin’s corpse with their hands.

Huang Er stepped forward, he clenched his fist tightly.

The sights he saw at this nursing facility made him speechless.

Because of the strong appearance of Sect Lord Feng Buzhi, he forgot how desperate this world is for Human Race.

At this time, he remembered those desperate memories.

Several humans looked at him suspiciously. A woman tilted her head and looked at him, extending the hand to gently touch his belly, as if curious about his fat belly.

“Damn it! He’s the ****!!”

Huang Er cursed in anger, and several humans saw him angry and took a few steps back.

Possibly because of the breed, these Human Races, while lively, are generally cowardly and not aggressive.

Huang Er glanced at the captive Human Race animals. He 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 alien captive human beings are sinful!

There is anger towards the predecessors of Human Race, why did the ancestors of Human Race fail, even if they fail, it’s okay, why should they fail so thoroughly!

There is anger at these Human Race animals, anger at these Human Race animals being raised by aliens and not knowing anything, not even angry!

And anger at myself, anger at my own inability!

He wanted the Human Race here to fight with him, even if they died together, it would be better than living like this, but he found that he simply couldn’t do it!

It seemed to him that the Flesh Mine was desperate enough.

But compared to this, the Flesh Mine feels like paradise.

Because they can at least have human personalities in the Flesh Mine, and here, the Human Race here does not even have the right to obtain human personalities.

Huang Er clenched the basketball in his hand, and for a moment, he even had the idea of slaughtering all the Human Races here.

——Rather than being raised to collect blood so carefree, it is better to let him kill him early to end his life, at least it is at the hands of his own people.

Huang Er rubbed his head when he suddenly discovered something.

He walked to a metal gate not far away, and as he opened the gate, a gust of cold air came over, and Huang Er saw the frozen corpse of Human Race densely packed.

Not far away, the twenty or so humans backed away in horror when they saw this scene.

After all, the death of the goblin is a little bit meaningless. Seeing the corpses of the same kind, or countless human corpses, these humans are obviously frightened.

Huang Er slapped the basketball, next moment he returned to the factory just like an afterimage.

One after another door was unlocked by him, and these Human Races didn’t even know how to escape.

Huang Er didn’t care too much. He opened all the door locks, killed the Ox Head Man and the goblins who were present, and left.

There are dozens of similar farms, and Huang Er did not have one after another to check.

He just checked some factories with different shapes, he saw the feed warehouse, and the activated flesh they mined in the flesh mine.

It seems that the Flesh Mine where they used to be is also a part of this blood factory.

Recalling their experience in the flesh and blood mine, Huang Er only felt an indescribable depression.

The investigation continues, and the repression is growing.

It’s getting dark, and normal races are asleep at this time, but for Blood Race, which is day and night upside down, this is the time when they’re active.

Huang Er concealed aura, lurking in the ventilation ducts of the Conference Hall in the blood factory, using the tried-and-true dribbling ability, which can also be said to be some kind of space shuttle ability.

The so-called dribbling is essentially a space ability.

The Blood Race in the Conference Hall is meeting, and the content of the meeting is exactly where this blood factory is going.

Probably because the profit of blood produced by the ordinary person family in the ground factory is too low, they should focus on the fine Human Race cultivated underground.

Whether it is the blood of these fine Human Races, or the flesh and blood of these fine Human Races, even using these fine Human Races as strange materials is much more profitable.

And the key to the cultivation of a boutique Human Race is education.

In order to make the Human Race value high enough, it is necessary to educate the Human Race young children in the process of nurturing, so that the Human Race young children have proper knowledge and etiquette.

After eavesdropping in the Conference Hall for a while, Huang Erzui continued to investigate underground.

The underground space of the blood factory is very large, and it is not smaller than the floor area on the ground.

According to Huang Er’s investigation, the entire underground space is mainly divided into two different areas.

The first area, Huang Er named it Trialist’s Grave.

The general meaning is that the trialist will die immediately after coming here through [promotion].

Huang Er found more than twenty crystal stone towns of Human Race similar to the flesh and blood mines in this area, and every once in a while, some Human Race came here to be harvested.

Huang Er saw some dismembered male trialist corpses and some human pregnant women soaked in containers.

If he hadn’t been injured before the [promotion] trial, causing him to malfunction, he would probably have come here and turned into a corpse.

And if he is a woman, the human pregnant woman soaked in the nutrient solution will be his destiny.

In short, either die immediately or become a reproductive machine. As for other options, there may be, but Huang Er has not found it yet.

As for the second area in the underground space, Huang Er named it Utopia.

There are hundreds of large and small utopias in the underground space, and each utopia is a combination of a human mother and dozens of human children.

The young mother raised dozens of children who were not related to her.

She told the children that the world has been destroyed, and the surviving humans have built shelters underground. These children are all surviving orphans, and when they grow up, they will leave here and go to the survivors’ school further study.

The mother teaches the children knowledge and etiquette, plays with the children, tells stories for the children, and accompanies the children to grow up together. Then she will take the children to grade regularly.

The girl with the highest score will get the chance to survive and give birth.

The girl will become a new mother when she grows up, repeating her current job.

As for other children, those with high scores can be cultivated for a period of time, while 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, or become a fine blood, or become a fine meat, or become a fine and strange petri dish…

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Huang’s second hand held a transcript, his body trembling uncontrollably.

He couldn’t imagine the despair these children felt at the moment of death, let alone the torment these mothers normally endure.

While thinking about it, Huang Er didn’t find a little boy around eight years old sneaking up to him.

Little Luke opened the mouth and said: “Uncle, are you an observer?”

Huang Er turned his head and said, “Observer?”

Luke said: “The mother said that as long as we perform well and get higher grades, we can not only go to a better survivor school, but also potentially be adopted, and there will be observers at night to observe our performance, as long as we perform well , we will be adopted in advance.

The two crybabies, Anna and Lili, did not behave well at all, but they were lucky enough to be adopted.”

Huang Er Looking at the transcript in his hand, he saw the names of Anna and Lili that had been crossed out at the end of the transcript.

Huang Er was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, “What’s your name?”

“Luke.”

Huang Er downloaded from the transcript. Going to watch, I finally saw Luke’s name in the first place, and also saw Luke’s score far exceeding the second place.

He opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t know what to say.

Luke opened the mouth and said: “Uncle, is that ball in your hand a basketball?”

“Oh? You know basketball?”

Luke nodded and said: “Of course, although the surface has been destroyed, we are hiding in the ground, and we can’t play basketball now, but I still know these things, mother said, basketball is one of the most popular sports for human beings One.

One day, we will return to the surface and build many, 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 stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, “I haven’t heard of it.”

Little Luke saw this. Immediately, he told Huang Er the story of Jordan he had heard from his mother, but before he finished speaking, he found that Uncle, who was just in front of him, had been disappeared with the basketball.

Originally, he was thinking of borrowing the basketball to take a few shots…

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In the dark, Huang Er appeared in the blood factory Above, a lore three-pointer was thrown in the direction of the Conference Hall just now.

As the basketball detached from his arm, his basketball continued to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a 100-meter-sized giant basketball.

If Sisley was present at this time, she would definitely tell Huang Er that what he was using was generally only the seventh rank to master the liberation of soul tools.

But even if he knew about it, Huang Er wouldn’t care at this time.

The violent turbulence was violent, and the huge basketball seemed to hit a building made of paper, directly smashing the office building of the Hawley blood factory into ruins.

Huang Er fell from the sky, and the move just now was a bit of a drain on him.

He was gasping for breath, with his current body, at least for a short time, he could no longer use this move.

Without thinking about it, Huang Er felt at least two powerful breaths, the basketball returned to his palm, and with the passing of the ball again, he had escaped from the Hawley blood factory…

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Draws on some of the promised Neverland settings.

(End of this chapter)