"These two people passed on something."

Meng Chao noticed an inconspicuous twitch on the shoulders and arms of the three hands.

It's like sliding an object from the position tied to the elbow to the wrist, and then flicking it into the hand of the "tuft of hair" on the opposite side.

Perhaps the three-handed arms have not fully recovered from the atrophy of more than ten years.

When he was doing the sliding and ejection movements, he had a little difficulty, and the range of his movements was slightly larger.

In the eyes of clan warriors who have no counter-espionage experience, this is naturally not a flaw, not even an oversight.

But he was caught red-handed by Meng Chao's piercing eyes.

"So, this butcher's shop is the information relay station for the rat rebels?"

Meng Chao looked around with interest.

After delivering the news with three hands, he quickly left the market with his two companions.

Meng Chao had no interest in continuing to follow him.

The reason is simple. The Three Hands are natives of Black Corner City and have been here for more than ten or twenty years. It is unlikely that they are hidden stakes that the rat rebels ambush so long ago. At best, they are small fish that have only been developed recently.

As for the owner of the butcher shop, "A Pinch of Hair", Meng Chao didn't think that he was the person he was ultimately looking for.

It's such a waste for someone like him who has good reasons to stay in a market where there are many different religions and people, and often play tricks with people on "knowing what's going on" instead of serving as an information transfer station.

What the three hands passed through the sleeves was probably not for a handful of hair.

This guy is just a setter.

Sure enough, after staring for half an hour, Meng Chao locked the target again.

This is a tall lame ratman.

The entire left side of his face, extending all the way to his left shoulder, was covered with shocking scars.

It was as if the left half of his body had been severely chewed by some ferocious beast.

Even his left leg was stiff, dragging behind him like a burnt stick as he limped forward.

However, his intact right half of the body is stronger than most rat people.

Moreover, the muscles are covered very evenly. From Meng Chao's perspective as a ghost assassin, he can tell at a glance that such flesh, flesh and bones can not only blast out brute force, but can also accurately find the gaps in the enemy's skull and split the brains with one knife.

This ratman was once a warrior.

Even though he was wearing a large cloak that covered most of his body posture and movements, it still couldn't hide the vague murderous aura leaking out from the gaps.

But besides the murderous aura, he also smelled of heavy work and exhaustion.

The hair was burned and curled up, and there were a lot of burn marks on the face and exposed hands. Even the originally very thick hair of the high-level orcs was completely burnt.

Just like a big tree that has been burned and dried out of its sap, it may collapse at any time.

"A former soldier, but because of his injuries and disability, he became a slave laborer engaged in some kind of heavy and high-temperature work?"

Meng Chao secretly guessed.

Of course, those who are qualified to leave their workplace and come to this market are definitely not ordinary slave workers.

Perhaps he was the leader of the slave laborers, just like Three Hands was once the steward of the Bloodskull Arena.

This identity is probably a "reward" for the scars all over his body.

But the anger on the faces of the lame rat people was still beyond words.

Especially when he met the owner of the butcher shop and burst into anger, he almost had the word "rebel" carved on his forehead.

Lame Rat Man and Tuft of Hair also put their sleeves together and shook hands.

A tuft of hair also made a very subtle sliding and ejection movement from his shoulders to his elbows, flicking something into the lame ratman's sleeve.

Therefore, Meng Chao's next target became the Lame Rat People.

As a once-trained warrior, the Lame Rat People are much more vigilant than the Three Hands.

When passing a corner, he deliberately stopped and waited for a moment to see if anyone was chasing after him in a hurry.

But that's all.

In Meng Chao's eyes, this kind of anti-stalking method used in the clan era was simply a child's game of house.

Soon, he followed the lame rat people and came to the smoky "Forging Area".

The entire Black Corner City is like a large military camp, divided into more than a dozen different areas according to different functions.

Arenas, casinos, taverns and markets are all relatively concentrated and easy to manage.

The so-called foundry area is a place where iron flowers splash, molten steel flows across, and weapon casting workshops gather.

To the rat people, unlike the Arena, which is a place with a glimmer of hope, the Foundry is an out-and-out hell on earth.

There are hundreds of chimneys here, spewing choking smoke day and night.

In order to enhance the sharpness and sturdiness of weapons, casters are accustomed to mixing a large amount of bone powder of totem beasts into the molten iron, as well as colorful ores that emit faint fluorescence rolled up from the depths of the ground by mandala roots.

The super-strong radioactive material contained in it gave the thick smoke a ghostly glow. It was sucked into the stomachs of the rat slave workers who never wore any protective masks. It would not take more than a year and a half.

, the throat and lung lobes will completely rot from the inside out.

The vast majority of rat slave workers never wait until their throats and lungs are rotten.

They will be scalded to death by splashing molten iron.

Crushed to death by collapsing weapon raw materials.

Or in front of the bellows and iron felt, working day after day, endlessly, from exhaustion to death.

Meng Chao walked through the fog in the foundry area without even paying much attention to covering his figure.

Because this place contains psychic energy, the radioactive fog is so thick that you can't even see your fingers.

And every rat slave worker who emerged from the fog was all skinny, with dull eyes, and his body was covered with traces of burns, scalds and bruises, and every pore was blocked by black powder, as if he had forgotten his name.

, a lonely ghost who doesn’t even remember that he is still a living person.

The lame rat people in front stopped their steps.

Meng Chao hurriedly moved to the side, behind a pile of coal that was as high as a hill.

I smeared a handful of soot on my face.

I heard the sound of a whip being whipped in the mist.

There were also a few faint screams.

And a sharp, sharp voice:

"Get up, you lazy fools. If you can't produce five thousand swords within half a month, I will tie you all to the front of the army to fill the trenches!"

Meng Chao heard the lame rat-miner's breathing, which suddenly became heavy.

It seemed that he could also hear the sound of his fists clenching and his finger bones clicking.

That extremely sharp voice seemed to have noticed the arrival of the lame rat people, but did not care about his reaction. He still said arrogantly: "Hanzianlian, you are back just in time, drag these lazy people to the pit of thousands of corpses quickly."

Go bury it!”

It turns out that the lame rat people are called "half-faced".

It fits the look of his left face covered with ugly scars.

Meng Chao could feel that the fists on half of his face were clenched into two war hammers as hard as iron.

But after all, he never smashed the owner of the sharp voice with a hammer.

He just said dullly: "They are not dead yet."

"Pah! Pah!"

This was the sound of a leather whip wrapped with thorny vines, hitting half of the face hard.

Even the lame rat people, who were as strong as wild bulls, couldn't help but groan in pain.

"These lazy idiots are not as rough-skinned and fleshy as you. You just whipped them twice and even their bones were exposed. What's the use of staying here!"

A sharp voice shouted, "When you send them to the Pit of Thousand Corpses, they are guaranteed to be dead!"

Faced with the sound of whip waving.

Half of the face no longer defends.

After a while, Meng Chao vaguely saw a group of silent rat people emerging from the mist.

Led by Half Face, they pushed small carts used to pull coal.

The car was filled with slave workers who were still struggling and squirming with bloody flesh and blood.

Half-face led the rat people, hunched at the waist, clenching their canine teeth, and headed deeper into the foundry area.

In the mist on both sides, the furnace easily heated the air to a temperature that could burn the throat, and the molten iron gave off a faint phosphorescence. There were clanking sounds everywhere, gasping sounds, and weak and painful moans.

It's like they stepped into hell with one deep step and one shallow step.
To be continued...