novelraw Chapter 557 - 261: The Undying Jiang Taixuan
Chapter 557 - 261: The Undying Jiang Taixuan
This operation... is somewhat unreasonable.
However...
Fang Qingyu’s gaze swept over his teammates, who were suppressing their anger, then over the viscous darkness.
Since they came, since they saw, since Old Man Hong handed the "knife" to him...
There is no reason to turn back.
The five of them along with Jiang Chengyue moved like invisible phantoms, under the shelter of the Eternal Night Territory, following those two toward the end of the corridor, where a giant elevator awaited.
The elevator door silently slid open, revealing an interior space large enough to easily accommodate two people with stretcher carts, even with extra room.
Fang Qingyu manipulated the Eternal Night Territory, like the deepest shadow, clinging to the corner of the elevator’s inner wall.
The elevator door closed, and a slight feeling of weightlessness ensued.
The elevator began to descend.
The depth of descent seemed to far exceed expectations, with time passing in oppressive silence.
The two also seemed accustomed to the lengthy journey, leaning against the stretcher cart, silent.
After an unknown duration, the elevator finally emitted a light "ding" and came to a stop.
The elevator door slowly slid open.
A stifling stench of blood, mixed with complex odors of disinfectant and preservatives, rushed into the elevator like a surging tide.
The fat man and skinny tall one with the cart were obviously used to it.
They merely wrinkled their noses slightly and pushed the stretcher cart out.
Meanwhile, the five of them wrapped in the Eternal Night Territory stiffened for a brief moment when the doors opened and the scent surged in.
Even though they had been through the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea of Black Pine Ridge and the God battleground of the Glacial Ruins, the sight before them was deeply shocking...
Outside the elevator was an unimaginably enormous underground space.
With a height of over ten meters, its area comparable to several football fields.
A stark, cold light shone down from the high dome, illuminating the scene below that made one’s scalp tingle.
Countless cold metal beds, like products on a factory assembly line, arranged in rows and columns, dense and orderly, stretching out of sight.
On each bed lay a living person.
They were dressed in uniform gray hospital gowns.
Their eyes were tightly shut, faces pale as paper, and their chests barely showed any rise or fall.
Each person’s wrist was connected to a transparent tube.
Dark red blood flowed through the tubes, creeping into the floor beneath the metal beds.
Beside each bed were complex life-sign monitoring instruments.
The weakly pulsating lines and numbers on the screens displayed that these "Blood Sources" maintained minimal signs of life.
Only to ensure that blood could be endlessly drawn.
The cold whirring of machines, the faint gurgling of fluid, and countless breaths almost reduced to nothing...
Intertwined to form a bizarre and terrifying symphony of death.
This place was a living, disturbingly large underground blood bank.
Rows of vibrant lives, treated as "Blood Sources," systematically, assembly-line extracted of their Qi Blood, merely to nourish the already decayed "hero."
"Ugh—"
Within the Eternal Night Territory.
Fang Qingyu’s breath hitched for a moment; the molten gold vertical pupils scanned over this massive, orderly, evil factory.
Murderous intent quietly surged from the depths of his heart.
The fat man and skinny tall one were utterly oblivious to those behind them.
They skillfully parked the newly pushed stretcher cart beside an empty bed at the back row.
The two cooperated seamlessly, like workers operating precision instruments.
They swiftly untied the white cloth, revealing beneath it another unconscious, ashen-faced middle-aged man.
They deftly removed the man’s outer clothing.
He was clothed in a gray hospital gown, then began to connect various monitoring instrument lines.
Finally, the skinny tall one picked up a brand new, thick, gleaming needle, precisely pierced it into the man’s wrist vein, and skillfully secured it.
Dark red blood immediately flowed through the conduit, continuously streaming into the pipeline beneath the bed.
The entire process was cold, efficient, and without any excess emotion.
Having completed everything, the two did not leave immediately.
The fat man took out a tablet and began inspecting along the edge of the enormous space, fingers quickly tapping and swiping on the screen, seemingly checking each "Blood Source’s" vital data.
"Tsk, this one’s done; all the indicators have hit rock bottom."
The fat man stopped in front of a bed, shaking his head at the nearly flat lines on the screen.
"Over here, and this one... they’re going as well, barely any readings."
The skinny tall one found two more at a short distance.
"Damn it, three!" The fat man cursed while putting away his tablet.
"It’s real bad luck today, bringing one in, and we have to dispose of three out! Let’s get to work!"
The two walked to the three beds marked "end of life signs."
The skinny tall one took out three huge black body bags from a nearby cabinet.
The two men roughly dragged the three lifeless, desiccated bodies off the beds and shoved them into the body bags, zipping them up.
Each carried one, while the fat man slung the third bag over his shoulder.
The weight of three bodies seemed to be nothing for their Physique.
They headed once again for another inconspicuous, cargo-elevator-looking iron door deep within the space.
The Eternal Night Territory moved silently, closely following them.
The freight elevator door was even heavier, opening with a piercing screech.
The fat man and the skinny tall one entered covering their noses.
Even from a distance, Fang Qingyu and his team smelled the nauseating stench within the elevator, worse than blood.