Chapter 976: Rats and Hope

"I... this is..."

Fang Liangye dry-heaved for a long time before slowly getting up with a deathly pale face, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Fang Liangye was just an ordinary person after all. Chen Ling's memory was too stimulating for him. A gentle and harmless body, paired with extremely bloody memories, caused his soul and body to have a strong rejection reaction.

He subjectively felt that these things in his memory were nothing, but the instinct engraved in his body could not accept it.

Just as Fang Liangye was still digesting the memory, a figure walked from the end of the dark corridor. Seeing him painfully supporting the bed edge, the person exclaimed and approached quickly.

"Liangye, are you okay?"

Fang Liangye felt a soft palm gently patting his back, and a voice full of worry sounded.

He looked back and saw a girl in a purple dress standing behind him. Silver earrings swayed gently with her patting, and a pair of black eyes flowed with light, like glaze.

Seeing that face, Fang Liangye's heart shook slightly.

"...Miss Wu?"

The girl was stunned, her gaze toward Fang Liangye somewhat resentful. "Dulan was right, your head is indeed broken... Didn't we agree to just call me Duoduo? Calling me Miss Wu now is so distant."

"Miss Wu, how... are you here?" Fang Liangye stood blankly on the spot, seemingly not having recovered yet. "Didn't you... when you were in the Red Dust Domain..."

Wu Duo looked at him with a strange expression. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

"Quite sick..."

Wu Duo was a native of the Wuji Domain and had never been to any Red Dust Domain. She met Fang Liangye not long ago. At that time, she followed Dulan's instructions to contact the public organizations in the Wuji Domain. After all, these witches were now in the dark, and if they wanted to protect the public, they had to unite these public organizations on the surface.

In the contact with Fang Liangye, they became more and more familiar. Wu Duo already had a good impression of this young man who was gentle inside but dared to challenge. Before Fang Liangye was arrested, it was also Wu Duo who begged Dulan to mobilize the power of the Rat Party to save him.

But now it seems that Fang Liangye's memory has been completely chaotic.

"Anyway, I should explain it to you." Wu Duo wrapped the hair on her temples behind her ears. "Because of confidentiality needs, I only told you before that I could use my witch power to help you save the public and resist the struggle... Actually, there is an organization behind me, all composed of witches. We call ourselves the 'Rat Party'."

"Rat Party..." Fang Liangye frowned. "This name... is really special."

"This name was also given by Dulan. He said that the current Wuji Domain is a dark prison, and only rats can have freedom." Wu Duo paused for a moment, a flash of firmness in her eyes.

"Weak rats cannot make the sun rise again, so they spread hope in the darkness and dampness."

Fang Liangye stood blankly on the spot, seemingly touched by this sentence. From the depths of his body's instinct, a sense of identification slowly rose.

"...You are always doing some great things, Miss Wu."

Fang Liangye looked into Wu Duo's eyes, sincere and genuine.

In his memory, Wu Duo's figure overlapped with the blurry girl in a long dress and carrying a suitcase, and an inexplicable emotion climbed into his heart... Fang Liangye couldn't say what kind of feeling that was, but among all the people he had met in the past, the girl in front of him was special.

Feeling Fang Liangye's gaze, a blush flew onto Wu Duo's cheeks. She turned her head slightly, no longer looking at Fang Liangye:

"Hmm... oh right... come with me, I'll show you something."

Wu Duo pulled Fang Liangye and walked briskly toward the passage on the other side.

Fang Liangye followed Wu Duo, shuttling through dark and complex passages. The underground drainage system of the Wuji Domain was too complex, like a large maze, and there were even a large number of upward and downward stairs... Just after turning in three or four places, Fang Liangye couldn't tell the direction.

Fang Liangye felt that his position was getting deeper and deeper. About a few minutes later, his eyes suddenly opened up.

Giant pillars stood in the darkness, and nearly a hundred kerosene lamps were hung on the nearby walls, lighting up a large open space. Under the extreme architectural height, this sewer area looked like a magnificent palace.

And in the clearing at this time, dozens of figures were lying on the ground. They were padded with thick but dirty quilts, their faces were not good, and some were even crawling on the edge of the quilts, coughing blood frantically.

From the dress, they were all residents of the Wuji Domain, and most of them were still wearing factory uniforms.

In front of them, an old man was sitting cross-legged, his palms wandering on the young man who was coughing blood the most severely, as if he was using some special massage technique. At the same time, strands of milky white radiance drilled into the young man's body from his palms, and the violent coughing sound began to slow down...

"This is..." Fang Liangye was a bit surprised.

"The Silver Government forces young people to work in factories for eighteen hours, and the physical state of a large number of young people has plummeted. But due to the mandatory working hours, most people don't have time to see a doctor... Even if they do, the medical resources of the Wuji Domain are simply not enough. You should know this very well." Wu Duo let out a long sigh.

"So, we will secretly pick up some seriously ill residents and use 'witchcraft' to help them treat... But I don't know why, as time goes by, more and more people are getting sick, and we are almost unable to treat them."

"Eighteen hours of production work..."

Fang Liangye was not so surprised by this duration. After all, in his chaotic memory, many corporate slaves before the Great Catastrophe also had such long working hours, and even students in some areas would study desperately under huge pressure.

"Working hours aside, what kind of work can make people sick like this?" Fang Liangye pointed to the young man who was coughing blood frantically and asked.

"I don't quite understand... Anyway, after the Silver King came, he forced all young people to engage in production labor. Almost no one knows what exactly is being produced, and even the workers in the workshop don't know it themselves."

Wu Duo shook her head.

"Not production, it's processing." A voice came from behind.

Dulan was wearing a black robe, his eyes sweeping over the many seriously ill figures on the ground, his hands under his sleeves clenched tightly. "Cobalt-60, Strontium-90, Cesium-137... They are processing a large amount of radioactive materials. In addition, there are explosives like TNT."

Hearing this, Fang Liangye was stunned.

He seemed to have thought of something, his pupils contracting slightly...

Dulan's voice sounded again:

"The Silver King is mass-producing dirty bombs."