The three words "Fu Yutian" came out, and the whole place was silent, and a hint of fear flashed in the eyes of all the dead soldiers.

To them, this name is like a tall existence like a God, and a call of death from hell. They are respectful and afraid of this person.

These dead men suddenly looked like ducks with their necks pinched, and were silent.

Si Chenshui looked at them and exchanged a glance with Li Qingcang.

I guess I can't find anything.

The air conditioner emitted from the dry ice completely dissipated, revealing what it was like here.

This should be a warehouse with a hole connected to the top. When you go up, you can escape from the sky.

"Um..." A muffled groan came from the crowd. Several black-clad dead men clenched their necks with their hands and fell to the ground in pain.

Several dead men fell down in the distance, so they should not get into pain, and blood flowed out of the corners of their mouths.

Take poison again!

These dead men knew there was no hope of escaping, and their old skills were repeated.

But only a small number of death soldiers took poison, while the rest were still standing there, and everyone's eyes were a little confused.

"It's so unfaithful. What should we do if you die like this?" These dead soldiers who did not hide poison in their teeth were already Spartan in their hearts.

These big brothers just ignore them?

"Longhe." Li Qingcang called Longhe.

Long He understood and took out a few pairs of handcuffs from his bag, and threw a rope at them: "Cuff them yourself."

The dead soldiers looked at me and I looked at you, with a look of grief and anger. The one standing in front walked out and picked up the rope and handcuffs, and walked towards his companion. The sadness was greater than the death of his heart.

What can I do?

Due to the tight funding, the large population needs to be reduced. This group of people is weak and is not qualified to be equipped with poisons and pacemakers, so they don’t even have the chance to commit suicide.

A group of people tied their hands in grief and anger. A few people were handcuffed and then handcuffed, and then a few were cobbled with gloves. They lined up very consciously and surrendered obediently.

It is completely different from the way they resisted fiercely before.

"It seems that they have been trained very well." Si Chenshui secretly observed them, speculating on their mental state at this time and how to break through their psychological defenses.

These people are obviously brainwashed, but their skills and mind should be one of the unqualified groups who have been eliminated, so Fu Yutian would throw them away so simply.

"I think Fu Yutian should still be around." Si Chenshui approached Li Qingcang and said in an extremely low voice.

"He is admiring his layout." Li Qingcang whispered.

"Since he wants to see, let's let him see it thoroughly." Si Chenshui's eyes flashed with a coldness, and then he winked at Longhe.

Long He understood, cleared his throat, and said to the group of dead men, "You have been arrested, tell us about Fu Yutian's whereabouts. If you perform well, we can apply for a reduction in sentence to the court for you."

"We will never betray the teacher!" As soon as Long He finished speaking, the group of deceased soldiers who were like sheep suddenly started to shout one by one.

Everyone was very angry on their faces. Obviously, Long He's proposal touched their bottom line.

This is a group of people who have been seriously brainwashed, and they have been implanted with some deep-rooted beliefs. Fu Yutian is one of their beliefs. Once they reach this bottom line, they will resist fiercely.

"Do you know how the person you respected treats your companions?" Si Chenshui walked up, his eyes no longer had that fearless casualness. His serious eyes flashed across their faces one by one, and asked, "How do you view your own lives?"

"The teacher said that everyone has their own goals to pursue. What you think is right is not necessarily correct for us. We all have the right to pursue our ideals!" said the dead soldier who came out to pick up the rope and tied his companions just now.

"What is your ideal?" Si Chenshui asked.

"We need to find the password left by our ancestors and find a better living environment for the creatures on this planet. We need to serve all mankind!" The man was passionate and full of pride in his eyes.

"Yes, I think you are right. Your ideals are particularly good!" Si Chenshui said suddenly.

The indignant death soldiers in front of him were stunned when they heard her words and couldn't react. How could she suddenly agree with them?

Their teacher said that their ideals may not be understood by people in this ordinary world. But the truth is often in the hands of a few people. Didn’t Bruno support the heliocentric theory and be burned to death?

To pursue truth, you need to sacrifice!

But this woman actually agreed to them? The dead soldiers couldn't help but feel excited. It felt good to be understood by others, and they didn't want to be regarded as aliens!

"That's right, I think your ideal is very good. You think there are powerful ancestors in this world. They left and left their passwords to find them. This is not wrong! No one can prove it, it must be wrong." Si Chenshui said very seriously.

"How do you really think so?" The dead soldiers' eyes were filled with tears, and they were extremely excited.

It feels really good to be understood! And it is recognized by such a powerful person, and they all feel it is worth it.

Si Chenshui nodded, then pointed to Li Qingcang and Long He and others beside him, "They also think so, otherwise we would have executed you directly on the spot just now. After all, your companions had been shot dead by us before coming."

"Are they all dead?" The dead soldiers were recognized and relaxed a lot of guarding at this time. When they heard that their companions were all dead, their faces were a little sad.

After all, they have their own ideas and cannot be really indifferent.

But someone soon said, "Their death is worth it. We know that you are all good people. We are just going against you to train you. The teacher said that as long as you become more powerful, you will definitely help us. So our sacrifices are nothing."

Looking at the serious and firm eyes of the people in front of him, Si Chenshui felt sad, but nothing appeared on his face, but said from their perspective.

"You did nothing wrong, but you followed the wrong person."

"You're talking nonsense, why do we follow the wrong person? The teacher is the spokesperson of our ancestors. Everything he does is for our own good." The dead soldiers began to resist again when they heard Si Chenshui's words.

Si Chenshui smiled and said, "Isn't the less sacrifice of true success the better? Who is willing to step on someone else's body? That's just the incompetent shirk."

"Yes! Our Xiaowu and our boss will never let their teammates sacrifice! He always stands with us and fights side by side, instead of hiding like a coward, thinking that he controls the overall situation, but in fact it is useless." Long He said as he pointed to Li Qingcang standing beside him, and cooperated with Si Chenshui very tacitly.

The dead soldiers looked in the direction of his fingers and saw the tall man standing aside, fully armed and only exposed his eyes.

Li Qingcang's deep and cold gaze shocked them in an instant, and they subconsciously did not dare to touch his gaze.

"We will not give up on our brothers!" Long He shouted, "But what about you? Look at these companions at your feet, they only care about their own death. Have you ever cared about you? And your teacher, where is he now?"

"No, this is bewitching us, don't listen!" Someone reacted and shouted to his companions.

The deceased soldiers began to shake again, and they were unwilling to accept Longhe and the others' statements.

"Take them to the laboratory." Si Chenshui said.

It is very difficult to change people's inherent ideas, and she has no energy to change their ideas.

Longhe and Xuan Wuyi begged them to the laboratory on another passage.

Si Chenshui and Li Qingcang walked behind.

At this time, the golden nanmu ball hanging on Si Chenshui's chest was slight vibration.

Si Chenshui took Li Qingcang's arm and leaned against him as if he was weak. At the same time, he covered his chest with his other hand and knocked it rhythmically on the golden nanmu ball.

It was the password sent by Che Jingchen.

"I found a faint signal above the laboratory, and I suspect it was Fu Yutian."

"It seems we have to perform well." Si Chengshui hooked the corners of his mouth and leaned against Li Qingcang, instantly like a drama actress.

Li Qingcang pulled out her arm, which she was holding, instead hugging her shoulders and hugging her firmly into her arms, and his fingers were still rubbing against her arms.

Si Chenshui: "..."

At this time, do you still feel like eating tofu?

You must educate yourself when you go back!

At this time, the dead soldiers who had already walked into the laboratory ahead suddenly heard a burst of exclamations, some whimpering in pain, and some yelled in disbelief.

"This is impossible. The teacher said that they had sacrificed and their souls were resting, waiting for the ancestors to pick them up! They could not be here, it must be fake!"

Long He said: "This is your laboratory. When we enter here, it is impossible to have time to arrange these in less than ten minutes. Think about whose masterpiece they are!"

"Each one by one, they all raised their heads to see clearly. This is the teacher you trust, and this is your companion who sacrificed for your ideals. Look at their terrifying appearance, do you think their souls can rest in peace?"

"I don't believe that teachers must have meaning!" someone shouted.

"Yes! They must have special meaning when doing this. Maybe they have to do this in order to find the password. You see, they must be doing an experiment. The teacher said that finding the password is just to give us a method, and the most important thing is that we must strive for ourselves."

"That's right, we must constantly improve our strength and have sufficient qualifications so that our ancestors will recognize it. The teachers must be doing experiments to improve our potential."

"It must be so. I heard a brother who can go out to perform tasks alone and say that teachers have many such laboratories, and everything they do is to improve our strength! Only when we get the recognition of our ancestors will they take us over!"

These dead men murmured, constantly giving themselves psychological hints, making them believe that all this was beneficial to them.

When everyone encounters unacceptable things, they will do this to suggest themselves. Escape is human instinct.

"For your own good?" Long He sneered, grabbed a dead soldier, pulled him in front of a specimen, pointed to the head of the specimen and said, "This person should not have been dead for a long time. Look at how painful the expression on his face is. Do you think he is willing to sacrifice?"

"No, no..." The man held his head, his body kept shaking, and his pupils were already dispersed. It was obvious that his spiritual beliefs had been severely hit.

They live in such a hellish place with a belief. The harsh conditions and harsh training are all supported by this belief.

But now they are told that they believe in the wrong person, and everything they insist on is wrong.

Beliefs are slowly collapsing, but when they admit their mistakes, they deny everything about them, and they will not find the meaning of living.

This is how people are. Sometimes they would rather make mistakes again and again than turn back. Because looking back means having to fight cruelly against their deep-rooted thoughts. This requires strong courage.

They have been hit and they have lost that courage.

"We want to find our ancestors, and our ancestors will come to pick us up." These people's eyes were dissipated and they murmured this sentence in their mouths.

"Is the ancestor you are looking for very powerful?" Long He noticed that Si Chenshui and the others walked in and asked the dead soldier.
To be continued...