Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chu Yao covered the plastic sheet back and continued walking deeper.

There are a lot of corridors here, with a fork in the road every ten meters, and the number of carts is also increasing. There is at least one corpse in the cart, and there are at most four or five.

When these people came to the orphanage to apply for jobs, they would not have thought that they would end up in such a miserable ending, with their bodies incomplete and being randomly discarded in metal carts.

Judging from their appearance, most of the victims had relatively few relatives. Some had deceased parents and had no brothers or sisters, and some had bad relationships with their family members, so no one noticed that these people disappeared quietly.

This is not a coincidence, but the people who hired them had investigated their backgrounds in advance and deliberately screened out the victims.

So, what does the person who controls the entire orphanage need?

Too many things were stripped from the victim's body. The internal organs, bones, and blood were all priceless things.

Not only do they have medical value, but they are also loved by evil cultivators in the metaphysical world, and each piece can be used to refine ghosts.

Moreover, although there were many corpses piled up on this layer, Chu Yao did not see the souls of people after death.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

There were bursts of violent coughing from not far away, and the sound was getting closer and closer. Chu Yao had no choice but to hide under a nearby cart.

Two people wearing lab coats and dust masks were walking towards this direction. One of them seemed to have a cold and coughed so hard that he couldn't stand up.

They were different from the previous batch because their lips were not sewn shut.

Another person said: "This batch of things must be processed quickly. Someone will come to our place to check in two days. If they find out..."

"Ahem, cough, cough... isn't this all underground? How could anyone discover it?" The coughing man was still bent over, holding a hand against his throat, as if this could relieve his pain.

"You're not afraid of 10,000, just in case. Don't you know you can come down from our garage?" The man said with a sneer, "If it hadn't been... out of control, we wouldn't have been in such a hurry..."

The coughing man said nothing, and his neck was red from coughing.

Seeing that he was seriously ill, the other man had no choice but to pick up the body in the cart.

In fact, what they have to do is very simple, which is to load the corpses into several carts for easy transportation.

The corpse with only a layer of human skin left was very light and he could carry it alone. While working, he complained: "If you ask me, why do we still need to use those mutants? The risk is too high. When the time comes, If it gets out of control, wouldn’t it be the end?”

The cart where Chu Yao was hiding was relatively far away from him.

Behind him, the man who had been coughing looked around and secretly took off the mask on his face while his companion was not paying attention.

After breathing fresh air, the discomfort in the lungs is relieved a lot.

Before he could relax for a few seconds, there was a sudden sharp pain in his internal organs, as if someone had violently grasped his internal organs in his hands.

"Uh……"

A worse situation occurred. He wanted to call for help from his companions, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

His companions could not see him at all, and were so focused on their own work that they could not hear his subtle calls.

In less than a minute, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth and his body collapsed to the ground.