In the glance at Yu Yuan, Lin Sanjiu was convinced that the two of them thought of one thing at the same time.

When they brought out Kiyukuro and the great witch from the island dungeon, they happened to meet a dungeon employee who went out to search for ordinary people-the female employee said that she had been searching for a long time and searched a large area, but only found A skinny child.

Now that I think about it, it's really weird.

It was obvious that any of the twelve realms she had been to was full of ordinary people: things that the evolutionary disdain to do, unwilling to do, and unsuitable for doing, all piled up at the bottom of the twelve realms; People are in the shadows at the bottom, coming and going in silence, toiling all day long, looking for a way to live from the cracks between the huge shadows of the evolutionary.

There is only one reason why Lin Sanjiu has only realized that there are almost no ordinary people in the outside world—her vision and the world are centered on the evolutionary.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little hot in her cheeks.

She doesn't want to be the kind of person who can be indifferent to others who suffer as long as she is far enough away from herself.

"It's the [Underground Farm], right?" Lin Sanjiu asked, "Do you mean that all ordinary people were brought into the [Underground Farm]?"

Although Feng Chenwu's life was saved for a while under the effect of special items, her injuries did not improve in any way; when she spoke, her vocal cords and trachea shrank and trembled in the air. With one word, a piece of blood would be squeezed out, dyeing her clothes darker, redder and brighter.

"My daughter... is also inside," Feng Chenwu said with difficulty, squeezing the blood-red muscles between his neck and letting go. "Take, take me in..."

"Understood," Yu Yuan suddenly responded neatly, bent down, and gently inserted his hand under Feng Zhanwu's body, and asked, "It's okay to carry you like this, right?"

"No, no..." Feng Chenwu's eyelashes blinked a few times, as if he couldn't believe it.

When she was picked up, she must have involved her valgus body, and her face was deformed in pain; after Yu Yuan walked a few steps in silence, she finally had the strength to ask, "Really...?"

"Really, we'll take you in." Lin Sanjiu walked in front with the [Ability Polisher], and answered while guarding the way for the two of them. The screen with the image of a woman on was also quiet at this time, and was gradually thrown into the tunnel behind by them.

The woman, whose face was no longer there, was silent for a while. Maybe she didn't know what to say, maybe she wanted to say a lot, but she couldn't say it all.

"This doomsday model... is alive," she finally said. "Take, take the anti-inflammatories, and bury it... I didn't bury much before I was attacked."

She is like a towel soaked in blood, every time she speaks, tick-tock blood is wringed out; Yu Yuan's arms are also stained red with blood, which makes people look surprised. I don't know where Feng Chenwu got such a large amount of blood.

Lin Sanjiu took out a few tablets of [anti-inflammatories] from her pocket and asked, "Are you also buried in the cave? Did you break the rock?"

She only made a sound of "um" and had to stop for a few seconds before saying, "As soon as you get to the end, there will be an attack... Be careful, and bury after you go out..."

That is to say, just as soon as Feng Chen came out of the cave, he became like this, and he couldn't even see the inside of the underground farm clearly.

"As long as the doomsday is suppressed..." She was still speaking at the cost of blood at the moment, "The underground farm will fail... The happy face will come out..."

"Understood, bury the medicine as soon as you enter." After Yu Yuan finished speaking, he looked up at Lin Sanjiu and winked again.

Lin Sanjiu knew exactly what he meant, because she thought of it herself.

It was a great miracle that Feng Chenwu could survive till now. She had to figure out everything she should know before the other party died.

"I have a few questions, I hope you can answer me as much as possible." She said softly.

"Your stuff, I'll—"

"No," Lin Sanjiu interrupted her, "is your daughter's name Feng Huanyan? How old is she? What does she look like? You said there are a lot of ordinary people in it, how should I find her? As you said, Even if the doomsday model is deactivated, the number of ordinary people in it is definitely not small, and we had better find her from so many people before she has other accidents."

Feng Zhan paused for a while. The cave was rugged and long, and Yu Yuan didn't dare to shake the people who had only one breath left in their arms, so they walked very slowly; swept forward with the silver light, all Lin Sanjiu could see was only the deep extension. the tunnel.

After a few seconds, Lin Sanjiu still didn't hear the reply, so she hurriedly looked back, for fear that Feng Chenwu would die without knowing it—she was stunned when the light hit him in the face.

Feng Chenwu was crying silently, his face twisted from crying, the clear tears mixed with blood, turned pink, and flowed into his hair.

She was injured like that just now, and she still knew how to negotiate and induce conditions. She seemed very shrewd and didn't flinch at all, but now she suddenly started crying without warning, making Lin Sanjiu feel a little stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked quickly.

"I'm... I can't live." Feng Chenwu's words were intermittent, but his tone was very certain. "You asked what she looked like...because I can't see her myself, right?"

Lin Sanjiu didn't speak.

In the long and quiet cave, it was low at first, and then gradually rose, a whimper with twists and turns. As the two of them walked, they listened to her sobbing, fragmented words: "So...I can't be cured?"

"I can only help you hang your life temporarily," Lin Sanjiu finally replied, "but...don't worry, I also want to go and see what's going on in this underground farm."

Feng Zhan thought for a while in a daze.

"In the hair on the back of my head, look for it...hide a bobby pin." She said slowly, "It's a prop. Your belongings are probably in it...and a few pictures of happy faces."

Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, but before he could reach out to look for it, he heard Feng Chenwu say again, "I... I've never been a good person in my life. I'm sorry for robbing you."

The anger when I was blackmailed at first, I can't find it now.

"I have a lot of people's things in my props... I'm willing to give them all. As long as you bring out Huanyan and give her some things that you don't like, I'll be satisfied." Feng Chenwu's words became more fluent. There was not much blood. "I didn't believe it at all when I was hit by Karma's power...don't believe it. Now..."

She was silent for a while, as if she had to slow down.

"But my daughter doesn't have... Karma's power shouldn't affect her. She is just an ordinary person... She shouldn't pay for me..." Feng Chenwu said slowly.

"How did you know that she entered this underground farm?" Yu Yuan asked.

"I...looked for a long time. I asked around and hired a lot of people to find it...this is the fourth time I've been to the Karma Museum." She whispered, "I later heard that an evolutionary person dressed as The habits of ordinary people were brought here inadvertently. Only then did I know..."

Looking for more pain and details in the process, she can't say it now, and it doesn't make sense to say it.

Lin Sanjiu pulled his hand back from her hair and opened the hairpin he just touched. Feng Chenwu didn't lie, it was full of all kinds of evolutionary materials; after she quickly rummaged through her consciousness, she saw it - the metal tube vaccine developed by Louqin in Fanjia City , just among the debris, was swept away by the silver light, flashing a low-key gray luster.

The photos of Feng Suwu's daughter were placed in a small folder alone; in a separate box together with the small folder, there were a few sundries related to her daughter - a few keys, a copy of the house deed , two paper cranes, and a lip balm.

Feng Huanyan in the photo does not look as pretty as her name.

She was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, and when she laughed, she lost her front teeth, making her look like a big child. His hair was brown and thin, and his expression was cramped, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable with his new clothes. But when she looked at the camera—perhaps looking at the person who took her photo—there was a light of contentment, longing, and joy in those eyes.

It's been a long time since Feng Noon, and she hasn't made a sound anymore.