This was no ordinary extravagant gesture.
Weren’t they afraid of being discovered when passing through the city gate checkpoint?
It seed there was a mole inside the City Defense Army, and a villain among the people!
Xu Shu’s face remained expressionless as he continued to work.
In the room, Little Mudan, with her subordinates, wandered among the group of kidnapped flesh tickets on the ground, carefully selecting over thirty people.
"These first for testing," said Little Mudan.
She knew very well that these people had just co out of the safety zone; they were absolutely "clean goods."
As for the others, they were naturally Wasteland Wanderers snatched from various shelters.
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These Wasteland Wanderers, compared to the "Scavengers" from the safety zones, obviously fell short in terms of their physical quality, and it wouldn’t be surprising if they carried all sorts of diseases, big or small.
"Co on, brothers and sisters, don’t say that Little Mudan has wronged you. Once you get through this ordeal, you’ll follow the lords and enjoy all the good things in life and endless blessings," Little Mudan cooed seductively, twisting her voluptuous waist as she herded the people into the altar.
Most of the flesh tickets were in the pri of life, strong laborers, who began struggling in extre fear, squirming like maggot babies.
"Don’t move, or my knife won’t spare you!" A tough from the Snake Team viciously grabbed the pale and skinny girl who was called ’stinky blood,’ sliced her stomach with a knife, and the blood sprayed, frightening the rest into silence.
The steward cursed angrily, "Damn things, don’t contaminate my altar with your worthless dog’s blood! If you anger the master, none of you will live!"
He hurriedly wiped the floor, bowing his head and apologizing "Forgive us, master," as he cleaned up the girl’s blood.
Seeing this, Little Mudan gave a knowing look, and her subordinate imdiately understood, hefting the whimpering girl, walked over to the window, and threw her out, leaving behind a mother’s eyes wide with agonized screams in the room.
He didn’t even glance outside, as if what he had thrown down to the death was not a living person but a stray dog by the road.
Therefore, he didn’t notice that the girl had fallen two stories and landed on a spider web.
The girl who had narrowly escaped death, enduring the severe pain in her abdon, looked up and saw a strange man with eight spider legs on his back, making a shushing gesture with his finger.
Xu Shu: "Shh!"
Little girl: "..."
She was terrified, her tears nearly falling, desperately nodding her head.
Xu Shu had rescued her casually, and seeing that she was quite clever, he said no more, continuing to watch inside the room.
The [Yin God Altar] was about to completely occupy that odd spatial crack; it was very close now. He could feel a bit of the other side’s power trying to resist.
However, under the threat of the Star Tower and Xu Shu’s persistence, that unwillingness and anger had no effect.
Finally, the "Mystic Green Eye" could only shudder. It was utterly inserted, losing its original purpose, and in the end emitted a howl full of unwillingness and rage.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
The ager yin wind roared, its final lant.
The steward looked up, saw the quivering fissure, and couldn’t help urging, "Move faster, if we anger the supre will, none can bear the responsibility!"
"Yes!"
The others also seed to sense a prickling sensation.
Under their prodding, the first wave of ’flesh tickets’ entered the inspection phase.
"Has it started?" the beautiful Little Mudan asked.
"Keep quiet, the master’s will has been overseeing all this!" declared the steward, seeing a layer of light circling down, thus very certain in his heart.
However, ten minutes passed, and still none of the flesh tickets showed any signs of a satisfactory brand, or what you might call "qualification certification."
The leader of the Cao Gang, Cha Jinqu, seeing this, was instantly furious: "Little Mudan, I gave you face by calling you Sister Mudan! And this is what you bring ? Substandard goods for the quality? I suspect this whole batch is sickly wanderers, are you really playing us for fools?"
Not a single "quality brand"!
Cha Jinqu didn’t know what the Heroic Society specifically wanted these people for, but he knew the verification thod of the ’steward’ could detect whether these people were diseased or not.
He had seen with his own eyes that as long as they were fairly healthy and without too many diseases, they would be marked with an eye-like brand.
Not one of these thirty-plus people bore such a mark; what kind of sickness did that indicate?
The physical quality of this batch of goods was too poor!
Little Mudan was also astonished, retorting sharply, "Impossible! Putting aside the others, these few just ca out of the city, top-quality goods, each with identity docunts. How could I deceive people?"
"Then why isn’t there a single one qualified?"
"Maybe the brand is deeper, you need to check thoroughly! You all go take a look, inspect each one, don’t miss any!" ordered Little Mudan to her subordinates.
"You guys check as well!" Cha Jinqu, with his people, also entered, fearing the other side knew the ins and outs, might deliberately forge a brand.
Both groups rushed forward, stripping the flesh tickets bare to examine; neither side was willing to miss anything for fear of skipping over a detail.
After a complete check, the subordinates ca forward to report.
"Mr. Cha, there’s no brand!" said the people from the Cao Gang.
"Sister Mudan, we didn’t find any brands!" similarly reported the traffickers from the Snake Team.
"Little Mudan, what do you have to say now?" Cha Jinqu sneered triumphantly.
Caught in the wrong, Little Mudan pouted, "Who knows if your inspection thod is any good?"
On the side, the Heroic Society’s steward looked over, saying anxiously, "Do not blasphe against the Divine! These flesh tickets are no good. Let’s test the next batch."
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