"Logically speaking, the losses shouldn't be too great, so why is the base so deserted now?" According to him, this shouldn't be the case.
“Yes, it’s not over yet, that’s where the problem lies…” the man continued.
That day, after the "men in gray" left, Ye Hao had everyone pack up and treat the injured. They thought the matter was over, and with the defense system in place, everyone felt quite relieved.
But who would have thought that when they woke up the next morning, half of the people in the base were gone!
With the defense system in place, it's impossible for outsiders to break in unless someone opens it from the inside...
Could there be an undercover agent here?
Ye Hao looked at the undamaged defense system and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
But he would never believe that there was an undercover agent.
Putting aside the fact that everyone here is in the same boat, even if someone were to betray us, how would they contact the outside world? It doesn't make any logical sense.
So, something must have gone wrong. He must have overlooked something...
Indeed, no one was an undercover agent; they were simply being manipulated.
Of course, Ye Hao was unaware of all this.
The underground in the distance.
A dark, winding road.
The "man in gray" led the captured people deeper into the area.
It was clear that some of the people in the middle still retained a shred of consciousness, their eyes filled with growing fear as they struggled but could not break free.
Some people have become puppets on strings, their expressions blank, walking mechanically, like walking corpses...
Finally, they stopped in front of the black palace.
"Put them into the Crimson Pool," a deep voice said.
"Yes," came the mechanical reply.
Then they saw those who had been captured being led to a fork in the road. They walked further and further down the road, and the number of forks increased, while the smell of blood grew stronger.
Below were countless pools of blood!
The captured people screamed and struggled in fear, their cries echoing like ghostly wails in the open space.
Then look at those pools of blood—
The blood pools were connected by countless chains, and on these chains were people who were tied to iron frames and bound with shackles. These people were still alive!
Living like this is no different from being dead...
Each person who was chained had a gash cut on their wrist, and blood flowed into the blood pool along with the chains.
The blood did not immediately merge with the blood pool after entering it. Instead, it gurgled and hissed on the surface of the pool, like a chemical reaction.
Those who were captured vomited, some fainted, but even so, it couldn't stop their fate...
Finally, we arrived at the edge of that crimson pool.
"Go down, hehehe..." As soon as the gray-clad man finished speaking, the controlled people jumped into the crimson pool in a very orderly manner, and a splash of blood rose from the blood-red surface of the pool.
"Glug glug..." As those people jumped in, the surface of the pool sizzled like boiling water.
The people in the pool showed no change in expression.
Indeed, they have lost their own thoughts; even if they were torn to pieces a thousand times, they probably wouldn't utter a sound of pain...
Those who weren't under control had already collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way. They weren't so "lucky."
These people who still have thoughts will soon become a "living blood bank," replenishing the blood pool with nutrients...
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