The electrical repair pipes in Fengmen Village were extremely cramped; we could barely squat or walk inside. Someone as big as Manjing could only crawl slowly behind us.

After walking about twenty meters forward, a round iron gate suddenly blocked our way. Through the gaps in the iron gate, a few specks of light could still shine in.

I saw the light coming through the crack in the door, so I immediately turned off my flashlight and peered through the crack.

Because of the light outside, although the vision was blurry, I could still make out the general shape of the outside world.

Outside our door is a square-domed tomb passage, with eroded bricks on both sides, indicating that it is quite old.

At the top of this tomb passage, there is a row of emergency lights that emit a green glow.

This type of emergency light has weak illumination capabilities, but its advantage is that it can withstand various harsh conditions.

I confirmed that there was no one in the tomb passage outside and whispered, "We've come to the right place. The tomb passage outside is the one that the employees of Fengmen Village use. We just need to open this lock and we can get in."

After hearing what I said, Wang Qing immediately gave me a thumbs up: "Duan Tao, you're a genius! I never thought you could crack the secret of Fengmen Village!"

"I know how to pick locks, let me do it."

Wang Hong saw the double lock on the door, took a hair clip from her hair, and poked it into the keyhole a few times. In about ten seconds, the lock made a soft click.

"Squeak!"

Wang Hong slowly pulled on the iron gate, nodded to us, and said, "This gate does not have an alarm system installed, so you can come and go freely."

I glanced at the open door and whispered, "The situation outside is unclear. Manjing, come with me to scout ahead. The rest of you stay here and wait."

"Duan Tao, I'll go with you. That way, if we encounter any danger, we can look out for each other."

Wang Qing patted his waist pouch: "My fighting skills may not be as good as Manjing's, but I know how to use poison, which can still be useful in critical moments."

"This kind of thing shouldn't involve too many people. If you're going to come along, then let Manjing stay behind."

I left a message and was the first to leave through the maintenance pipes and enter the outer tomb passage.

After years of management by Fengmen Village, the outer tomb passage has no musty smell, and apart from emergency lights, there are no surveillance cameras around.

Even though this was a private passageway inside Fengmen Village, the murals and reliefs on the tomb bricks were destroyed, demonstrating that the secrecy work was done very well.

I led Duan Tao forward for a while, and soon we came to a fork in the road.

Judging from the bricks on the wall, many of the passages here were built later. I randomly chose one and walked forward. In no time, I saw a row of stairs leading forward, with a tightly closed iron gate at the end of the stairs.

Looking at the wear and tear on the steps, I said to Wang Qing, "The staircases at the end of these passages should be the secret passages to the shops in Fengmen Village. How long until the shift change at the clinic?"

Wang Qing took out his pocket watch and looked at it: "Less than an hour left."

"The passageways here are like the blood vessels in the human body. The road conditions are complicated, but the location of the pipeline repair is on the main road. If we go back and wait, we will definitely be able to wait for them."

After confirming the condition of the underpass, I took Wang Qing back to the maintenance pipeline and observed the situation outside through the crack in the door.

About half an hour later, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and several people dressed normally walked deeper into the passage.

Another ten minutes or so passed, and the person who had been substituted walked towards us, chatting idly.

When we were on the ground, all the employees of Fengmen Village we saw had serious, unsmiling poker faces, like robots.

However, inside the passage, they were chatting and laughing, and seemed more like normal people like us.

A middle-aged man asked an elderly man next to him, "Old Zhou, how much is your salary this month?"

The old man casually replied, "I haven't calculated it in detail, but it's much worse than last month. I'll barely make around three million."

The middle-aged man offered her a cigarette: "You've been working like crazy these past few months, and you still haven't raised enough for your son's medical expenses?"

The old man sighed deeply: "The research institute in the United States has issued a medical bill. To save my son's life, it will take at least 20 million US dollars, which is a huge sum of hundreds of millions. It's not so easy to come up with that amount."

"Don't worry too much. Although it's hard to raise the money, at least there's still hope. The Americans' technology is still amazing! If this were a few years ago, no matter how much money you had, you wouldn't have been able to cure your son's strange disease!"

The middle-aged man offered a word of comfort, then said admiringly, "Fatherly love is such a great emotion. I heard you've signed another slave contract with Fengmen Village and will have to stay in this dark and dreary place for another ten years. Aren't you afraid of going crazy?"

"As long as my son can be saved, I would not complain even if he were to go to hell, let alone stay in Fengmen Village."

The old man smiled and asked the middle-aged man, "Your contract expires next month. What are your plans for the future?"

"What can I do? Just keep drifting through life."

The middle-aged man stretched and said, "I've made quite a bit of money during my years in Fengmen Village. According to the rules of Fengmen Village, people who have worked here can't stay in China after they leave! I plan to go to a Southeast Asian country, buy a large piece of land, build a manor, hire some workers, and enjoy the feeling of being a slave owner in a capitalist society for the rest of my life!"

The old man glanced at him and asked, "Don't you miss home at all?"

"How could I not want to! Although I am not a good person, I am still a descendant of Yan and Huang. If I had a choice, why would I want to leave my homeland?"

The middle-aged man took a deep drag on his cigarette: "Who told me to cause such a mess back then because of my youthful impetuosity? Now I can only come to this godforsaken place, Fengmen Village, to make a living. A worthless person like me is lucky to even be alive..."

The two voices faded into the distance until they disappeared completely.

I overheard their conversation and gained a new understanding of Fengmen Village.

According to the old man, their profits this month shouldn't be too good.

Even so, his monthly salary reached an astonishing three million.

It's hard to imagine how terrifying their income must be when business is good.

Furthermore, I always thought that the employees of Fengmen Village were all the confidants of the beautiful snake, but now it seems that they are all people who have been bribed by her and have nowhere else to turn.

Moreover, the contracts signed here are not labor contracts, but slave agreements. This means that although these managers make money, they do not even have basic human rights, and after leaving Fengmen Village, they will be banned from appearing in the country for life.

As I was pondering the rules of Fengmen Village, Wang Qing suddenly nudged me with his elbow: "Duan Tao, the people from the pharmacy are out."