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"Not a buddy, feeling this insecure?"
Ye Wumeng glanced at the locked steel door in front of him, noticing an additional layer of security. His eyes twitched as he stared at the oversized combination lock on the panel, which was larger than his fist.
Damn it, there's no time to waste!
He quickly retrieved a square object from the warehouse, something that couldn't be easily identified. This was actually a high-grade product he had purchased from Deng Sanqi earlier.
The Corpse Deconstruction Bomb!
It had a small effective range and was adjustable, boasting greater wall-breaching capabilities than most. He pressed the Corpse Deconstruction Bomb against the iron door with the combination lock and activated it.
[Evaluating effective range, please wait... Remaining time]
Another minute for evaluation? Ye Wumeng's eye twitched again; it was his first time using this device, and he hadn’t anticipated needing to wait so long. Time was precious!
If it weren't for the fear of affecting whatever was behind the door, he would have already resorted to using a High Penetration Rocket Projectile to forcefully activate the Corpse Deconstruction Bomb for a violent breach!
Ye Wumeng hurried to the combination lock and decided to take a gamble. Three attempts! If he couldn't open the door in three tries, he would have to abandon caution!
For a numerical password, he thoughtlessly input one of the most common passwords used by humans.
Input: 123456
Confirm.
The combination lock lit up with an abrupt red light, and a message appeared on the electronic display above.
[Password incorrect, please try again]
Input: 123456
Confirm.
Flashing red light.
[Password incorrect, please try again]
Ye Wumeng gritted his teeth; he never expected to be blocked like this when he was so close to getting inside! He angrily pounded on the combination lock to vent his frustration.
Forget it; I'll just blow it up!
The Transparent Blue Panel displayed no numbers, while Ye Wumeng's hand hovered over the confirm button.
Input: 0
Confirm.
A green light flashed.
The authentication was successful. Welcome, Corpse Believer.
Is it really this easy? It turns out the most powerful password is no password at all!
Ye Wumeng stared at the large door in front of him, feeling somewhat bewildered. He quickly removed the Corpse Deconstruction Bomb from the door.
Inside was darkness, and a strong stench of decay filled the air, causing him to frown. How could it smell worse than the Refugee Zone?
Ye Wumeng pulled out a vial emitting a bright light from his storage, using it to illuminate the darkness. This was his modified version of Anlius's unknown fluorescent potion. Drinking it had no effect; it was just like a glow stick, useful only for lighting up the surroundings, but its effectiveness far surpassed that of Anlius's.
He began recording.
Raising his other hand, the small hole in his Ankh III Mechanical Glove glowed red as it started to document the scene ahead.
As he looked up, his pupils constricted.
Everywhere illuminated by the glow was stained with dried blood, and rotting chunks of flesh mixed with soft internal organs had decayed into a thick black sludge.
Looking up further, he saw numerous hooks hanging from the ceiling, like dead pigs strung up, displaying various forms of human corpses—some were merely upper or lower halves, some lacked limbs entirely, and others were cut in half vertically. Some were still fresh, dripping blood!
How many people does this represent?
Ye Wumeng shook his head to clear his thoughts and steadied himself before moving forward quickly.
Before long, he spotted a medical bed smeared with blood. Surrounding it were various surgical instruments soaking in water, with a thin layer of pale red oil floating on top.
It seemed this place had been used not long ago.
As he scanned the area, he noticed a reagent table beside the medical bed. At its center sat a large transparent jar filled with green liquid, within which something was submerged—just like marinating alcohol.
Approaching the reagent table swiftly, Ye Wumeng focused intently and widened his eyes in shock.
Inside was a heart!
Moreover, it was still beating!
Beneath the heart lay a Blue Card, catching his eye.
Without hesitation, he grabbed it and backed it up into his own Blue Card, then set it aside.
He looked around for anything else of interest.
Holding the fluorescent potion in hand, he quickly surveyed the basement. He discovered that this basement was much larger than he had imagined. In the back were numerous enormous jars containing individuals submerged within.
Their eyes were tightly shut, resembling corpses quietly suspended inside. Yet Ye Wumeng found their resemblance peculiar.
They all looked too much like one person.
Hu Xu.
The bodies floating in those jars resembled Hu Xu's biological brothers.
A sense of foreboding crept into Ye Wumeng's mind.
It seemed that when Hu Xu healed years ago, Anlius must have done something to him as well.
Fortunately, he had been cautious enough back then; otherwise...
The thought sent a chill down Ye Wumeng's spine.
Having several thousand brothers who look alike is quite unsettling.
Seeing that he had obtained what he wanted, Ye Wumeng wasted no time and directly issued an order regarding the Ankh III Mechanical Glove in his hand. He intended to package it and send it to Xu Duan.
[Sending...]
[Send failed, current signal weak. Please move to an open area.]
At this, Ye Wumeng's eyelid twitched. After using it for so long, he never expected that this thing still required an internet connection.
What happened to the so-called high technology? Ye Wumeng grumbled internally as he hurriedly dashed toward the iron door, reaching out to pull it open.
Just then, a sound of footsteps echoed above him, startling him.
Damn it, they arrived so quickly!
Without a second thought, he immediately retreated behind one of the large tanks containing his brother Hu Xuluan, hiding himself away.
[Identity verification successful, Corpse Believer number, welcome.]
The iron door was opened by Anlius, whose aged face frowned as he surveyed the unchanged basement before him.
Could it be that the password was too difficult to decipher and they retreated?
Thinking of this possibility, he shook his head and glanced at the shadow behind him, firmly believing that Ye Wumeng had not escaped. After all, it had burned through its bodily functions to bring him here in less than a second.
So he must be hiding somewhere.
With that thought, Anlius closed the door behind him, a look of delight spreading across his face.
Meanwhile, Ye Wumeng, hiding behind the large tank, cautiously peeked out in Anlius's direction with narrowed eyes.
This was not good.
What Ye Wumeng did not know was that the corpse submerged in the tank above him had quietly opened its eyes and was silently watching him.
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