After passing through a concrete partition of nearly thirty meters, several people successfully sneaked into the foundation's underground base.

This is a long corridor for transporting goods. The robots used to transport goods are robots. These semi-intelligent robots transport various materials and household waste back and forth.

The foundation collected all the domestic garbage underground. This move was very strange, like taking off your pants and farting.

There must be some restrictions that made the Foundation use this method. For example, the protective shield outside the city can never be closed.

Ye Tingbai: "Let's go this way, the direction these supplies are coming from should be towards the core."

Ye Tingbai wanted to say something, but suddenly he saw Chun Xia crying, a line of clear tears dripping down her cheeks, and she didn't even notice it.

Ye Tingbai: "What's wrong with you?"

Chunxia: "Me? What's wrong with me...Why am I crying?"

Ye Tingbai: "If you cry yourself, do you ask me? You should ask yourself?"

Chunxia looked up into the depths of the corridor and shook her head slightly. Chunxia was a Buddhist practitioner. Buddha did not exist. The function of Buddhism was to guide Chunxia's soul and allow her to control the power of the soul as quickly as possible.

But since Buddhism is a way of cultivation, it will allow Chunxia to have some common characteristics of Buddha, such as compassion. This kind of thing is engraved in her instinct. Something must have happened in that direction that Chunxia cannot accept.

things.

Of course Chunxia also understands this truth, so she walks extremely fast. She has no special abilities, but this speed is already her sprint.

The passage was very long, but there were no forks. Chunxia led a few people until they ran to the door of a huge factory, and in this factory, there were thirteen incinerators.

What is burned in these incinerators is not ordinary fuel, but human hearts. Each incinerator has nine pits, specially used for placing the heart. After the heart is placed, light blue will be sprayed out around the incinerator.

of flame.

The temperature of this flame does not seem to be high. Looking at the speed, it takes about twenty minutes for those hearts to completely burn, which is much slower than ordinary flames. But if the temperature is just low, it should be closer to baking, but the burning of these hearts

The process is very strange.

First, the outer layer of skin is burned away, revealing the freshest flesh and blood in the center, which slowly peels off like an onion in the mandala.

Chun Xia: "My guess was not wrong, they were indeed using that method to resurrect the Crime Master, but I didn't expect that they could actually do this.

Using the heart as firewood to ignite the soul will indeed make them slowly weaken, except for one situation..."

Ye Tingbai: "Keep burning your heart?"

Chun Xia nodded solemnly. After seeing these things, Chun Xia's heart sank to the bottom, and her tears stopped.

Sub-personality: "There are a total of 117 pits, which rotate every half an hour. This means that 5,616 hearts need to be burned here every day."

After hearing this naked data, Chun Xia couldn't help it anymore, her tears burst into tears and she became a tearful person.

Ye Tingbai glared at the sub-personality: "Is this the time to show off your calculation ability?"

Sub-personality: "It's my fault again..."

Chunxia: “So many people, so many people!

Where did they find it? How many people have they burned in the past hundred years? Why didn't anyone organize them?"

Chunxia cried loudly, but no one could answer her question: How long has the Foundation controlled the world?

And how many days did Chunxia live?

There may be more than 5,000 D-class personnel dying every day in the Foundation, and the Foundation may even use some special methods to increase heart production, such as breeding.

Anything can be cultured and mass-produced, including humans naturally. Moreover, the Foundation has already done this kind of thing. A mere five thousand hearts, or even fifty thousand, may not be a problem for the Foundation.

Chunxia: "Talk! You guys are talking!"

Ye Tingbai: "The world is still alive, and the foundation is like a tumor all over the body. It has penetrated into every aspect of the world.

There are 70 to 8 billion people in the world, and at its peak it even exceeded 10 billion. Do you know how many people the foundation can make disappear from the world under this base number?"

Ye Tingbai's answer was already the most tactful way. If Chunxia knew what the foundation had done, she would probably go crazy. Knowing but being unable to solve it would be the most painful thing, right?

Chun Xia: "I understand the truth, but I never expected that the world would be like this. But now that I have seen it, it will be ruined!"

Chunxia wanted to smash those stoves, but her fragile body could not cause any trouble to these fine steel machines. Instead, the alarm sounded here.

Chunxia: “Help me!

What are you doing!"

Chunxia turned around and yelled at Ye Tingbai, but neither Ye Tingbai nor the sub-personality made any move. They only heard Ye Tingbai say leisurely: "If you destroy this place, Xiao Hei will die."

When Ye Tingbai said this, he looked back, and the meaning was self-evident.

Chunxia: "Do you think he is more important than the more than 5,000 people who die every day?!"

Ye Tingbai: "Of course, why don't we just pretend that none of this happened?

Not just him, but you too."

Chunxia lowered her head, her long black hair covering her face, and she didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, Chunxia started crying.

"This joke is not funny!

This is five thousand people, ten thousand in two days, how can you, can you...don't care..."

Ye Tingbai: "Should human life be measured by quantity?

What if this person were replaced by me?"

Chun Xia cried even harder when asked by Ye Tingbai. In Ye Tingbai's view, as long as people are important or unimportant, only completely unrelated people can be measured by quantity.

Chunxia: "This is different, different!"

Chun Xia cried so hard that Ye Tingbai had no choice but to talk, but Xiao Hei, who had the least presence, had already moved. He walked to the incinerator, took out his weapon, and whispered softly.

"I don't think my life is important. If my life needs so many people to save, I might as well just die~"

But when Ye heard Bai quarreling, his sub-personality was not distracted. He had already stood in front of Xiao Hei.

Sub-personality: "You'd better not act rashly~"

Xiao Hei was blocked by the sub-personality, Chunxia cried and fell into self-doubt, and the scene seemed to be at a deadlock, but at this moment the sub-personality asked: "Can't you find a way to save him alone?

At this rate, one heart can last him ten days and a half."

Chunxia's crying stopped, and she was stunned. She could indeed do this. Why were they arguing? It was obviously not a difficult thing. Although Chunxia was a holy mother, she was not a pedantic person. She listened to Ye

When Bai had a problem, he said he could absorb the souls of ordinary people as a cure.

The difference between five thousand people dying every day and one dying every ten days is huge.

Chun Xia: "I'm sorry, I'm too uncool, too uncool. Help me destroy this place. I can let him survive. And even if this place is destroyed, those criminal masters can last for a few years."

Ye Tingbai: "I, too, suddenly lost my brain. In this case, let's destroy it~"

Ye Tingbai threw a blank bomb casually, preparing to completely destroy this place. Originally, he really wanted to use this place to explore the secrets of the foundation, but now the price of this place's existence really made him feel a little bit pained.

Ye Tingbai was a person with a clear sense of grudges. He thought he couldn't do it by letting so many people die for his own sake. Maybe he would have done it if he didn't have the humanity given to him by his sub-personality.

When the empty bomb hit the ground, the black hole opened up and was about to swallow up the stoves. But a hand suddenly appeared outside the black hole, and that hand actually pressed back the black hole created by the empty bomb, as if it was pressed out.

Like a ball of fire.

The reason for the empty bomb is space collapse, which is an extremely violent explosion that opens a miniature black hole, and then the black hole will naturally collapse and disappear. Therefore, the real power of the empty bomb is not the collapse in the second stage, but the collapse in the third stage.

An expansion.

Wherever the black hole goes, space is cut. Trying to destroy the black hole with your body is something Ye Tingbai can't understand. Maybe his right hand can do it, but he doesn't dare to try.

And the owner of that hand was also someone Ye Tingbai had cared about for a long time.

light day

Ye Tingbai: "As expected, you are still alive! I have always felt that something was wrong with the foundation, but there was no evidence."

Guangri's body now is no longer what he used to be. It is neither the fragile cripple nor the violent muscular man, but a gray-white stone body with obvious dividing lines around his neck, spliced ​​and stitched.

Mark of.

Guangri: "If it were any other place, I could continue to be a coward, but here is the century-old root of my foundation!

Go to hell!"

Guangri swung his arm, but his movements were a little stiff, so he used a round arm to swing his right arm. He threw the black hole in the expansion stage as a ball.

Ye Tingbai stretched out his hand, opened a portal about one meter wide in front of him, and threw the black hole into the Kingdom of God. There is nothing aggressive about blank bullets. As long as he throws it in mid-air, it will

The Kingdom of God suffered almost no losses.

Ye Tingbai stood in front of a few people and faced Guangri face to face. From a close look, Guangri's body looked more like a stone, and it looked almost exactly the same as the statue in the Bonefield in the Aurora Realm.

His body seems to be made of unpurified star bones. It should be stone, so his movements are so stiff.

Ye Tingbai: "Why are you still alive? It seems like you only have one head left?"

Guangri: "Hahahahahaha, this is all thanks to you. When you broke my body into pieces, I really thought I couldn't survive.

But who would have thought that I survived because of this head!"

As he spoke, Guangri did not forget to show it to Ye Tingbai. He took off his own head with his hands. The left hand of the head led to the right hand, but his body still moved as before.

Ye Tingbai: "I searched hard for you, but you came to my door. I'm really happy!"
To be continued...