Although he knew that strange things existed in the world, the sudden sound still sent a chill down his spine.

But just as Luo Fei turned around, the voice rang out again: "...Save me!"

The sound grew fainter and fainter, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"Something's not right!" Luo Fei was startled. He was about to put down the box to find the source of the sound when he felt his consciousness becoming hazy.

As the voice gradually weakened, the child's final burst of energy before death coincidentally overtaxed his body, causing him to unleash his last supernatural power on Luo Fei.

It was a struggle born of despair, an instinctive yearning for life:

"Help me..."

The next moment, everything around seemed to be awakened by the sound, including the dazed Luo Fei.

As if an illusion had suddenly shattered, under the influence of some kind of supernatural power, Luo Fei saw a completely different world, as if he could see through many things.

The factory was still the same factory, but the boxes being unloaded from the train carriages were no longer relief supplies, but individuals!

The boxes were mostly filled with children, all of whom were unconscious and wearing wristbands with identification rings indicating they were refugees and corresponding numbers.

Each child was almost folded up to barely fit into the box, and once inside, they couldn't move an inch.

"They're transporting... living people?" Luo Fei's lips trembled upon seeing this. He wanted to confirm with the old cripple whether what he was seeing was real.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw that what was placed in the manager's office in the distance was no longer the cold pork chops he had seen before, but a row of people having their blood drawn.

Those people were strapped to the platform in rows, and cold, sharp needles were inserted into their bodies, their blood flowing through transparent tubes and collecting in containers.

Luo Fei's Adam's apple bobbed:

"What... what the hell is this?!"