Chapter 290 Being a Pest, I Decided to Join the Game...

"I'm really sorry, our boss was delayed by something, so we may have to wait a little longer. How about... I take you to rest first?"

The alien came back about an hour later and said to Zheng Yu very respectfully. ׺°"˜˜`"°º×

Since knowing that Zheng Yu is a "big customer", the alien who had a fierce face before has completely changed his attitude.

Money is the master, which makes this alien show it vividly.

"Okay."

Zheng Yu had no opinion, he just wanted to see the living conditions of the aliens in Sand City.

...

The place where the aliens in Sand City live is not far behind the factory.

Zheng Yu saw from the map that the place where the aliens live is at the edge of Sand City, right in the center of the factory, the rich area on the far right, and a red fence area in the middle.

Zheng Yu asked curiously: "So, what is the meaning of the red fence area?"

This question was not answered by the alien who led the way. The alien handed Zheng Yu a very thick mask.

"Put this on."

Zheng Yu took the mask and said it was a mask, but it was more like... a gas mask.

Before Zheng Yu asked, after the carriage entered the street, he smelled a pungent smell, which was a bit like the smell of disinfectant.

A very strong and pungent smell of disinfectant.

Zheng Yu quickly put on the mask.

Mark was not affected. Although Mark could eat and even had a sense of taste, he was not affected by the poison gas.

"It smells so strong?"

Facing Zheng Yu's dissatisfaction, the alien explained: "There is no way, many people are sick recently."

Sick?

Zheng Yu saw aliens wearing black clothes on the street, holding large sprayers, spraying thick fog on the ground and in the air.

The pungent smell was caused by these thick fogs.

The thick fog fell on the ground and accumulated into a large number of white traces. When the carriage passed the team spraying disinfectant and drilled through the white fog, Zheng Yu saw a scene that made him frown.

There were corpses covered with white cloth lying on the ground.

The relatives of the corpses should be sitting slumped beside them, with dull eyes.

When Zheng Yu's carriage passed by, a group of dirty children rushed over and stretched out their hands to cling to the carriage.

Snap!

"Get out!"

The alien whipped the children's hands clinging to the window, and blood splattered instantly, but the group of children did not shout, but just covered their bleeding hands, looked at the alien with resentment, and retreated.

"Plague?"

Seeing so many dead people, the first thing Zheng Yu thought of was the plague.

Zheng Yu asked the alien who led the way, "What disease did they have?"

"I don't know."

The alien avoided Zheng Yu's eyes and said directly.

Zheng Yu immediately understood, he knew, but he didn't want to say it.

The deeper you go into the street, the fewer corpses of this kind of disease and death, but the number of aliens walking on the road is also decreasing.

The alien who led the way took Zheng Yu to a single-family building that looked a bit like an inn.

There were no waiters or cashier counters in the inn.

The stairs are very old, but they are wiped clean.

"There is hot water here. You can choose the room yourself. I recommend the third room on the third floor. The view and lighting there are better."

"I have arranged for someone to replace the new bedding and water cups. You can use them without worry."

This alien is very familiar with the reception process. It seems that he has done this kind of thing a lot. This inn is also likely to be a room for receiving smugglers in the past, which was prepared by the aliens separately.

"Then I won't bother you."

Mark looked at the back of the alien leaving and said mockingly:

"Don't mention it, this guy's attitude changes really fast. Before, he was still like I would kill you if you don't pay, and now he is like this. You humans change your face faster than turning a book."

Zheng Yu shook his head, "It's not that he changes his face quickly, but... this is his job."

"If I guess correctly, the leader of the alien race should have already informed the mayor of Sand City."

"Otherwise, it is impossible to leave us here."

"I was thinking of buying it for zero yuan and testing the strength of the leader of the alien race. Now it seems that they will not contact us for a while."

...

According to the recommendation of the alien leader, Zheng Yu came to the third room on the third floor. The view is indeed wide. In the area of ​​​​a group of simple small houses with only one floor, this three-story inn can basically see most of the alien living area.

I didn't stay in the room for a long time, and I didn't even eat the food sent by the aliens. I took Mark directly into the alien living area.

"I am a skeleton creature, I am not afraid of getting sick, are you not afraid?"

Mark looked at a dead alien on the ground and asked Zheng Yu worriedly.

Zheng Yu shook his head and even took off the mask on his face, leaning over to lift the white cloth covering the corpse.

"You really want to die."

Mark complained, pushed Zheng Yu's hand away, and helped Zheng Yu lift the white cloth.

"I am the most suitable person to do this kind of thing."

"What else do you need to do?"

Zheng Yu pointed at the clothes of the corpse and said, "Take it off."

"Tsk."

Mark made a dissatisfied sound, but he quickly pulled the clothes off the corpse to reveal the skin of the chest.

The corpse was covered with patches of black scars, the least on the chest, and the scars on the shoulders gradually increased.

"Take off the gloves."

According to Zheng Yu's order, Mark took off the rubber gloves on the corpse... The whole palm was black.

[Residue of the Underworld]

Zheng Yu saw the system prompt on the palm of the corpse.

"..."

To be honest, Zheng Yu was stunned for several minutes.

Residue of the Underworld!

Although the system did not explain this thing, Zheng Yu was very familiar with the word "underworld".

The fragments of the Underworld in the Path of Exile also have the word "underworld".

Zheng Yu thought for a long time, and then as if he had made a decision, he said to Mark: "This should be the secret of Sand City."

"What?"

Mark did not react.

Zheng Yu explained: "The materials used to make skeleton equipment cannot be touched by ordinary low-strength aliens. If they are touched for a long time, they will become like this."

"The mayor of Sand City and the leader of the aliens deliberately concealed this information, making people here think that this is a strange disease similar to the plague."

"If you get sick, you need money to treat it. The aliens need to work harder to make money, and then get sick..."

"Production, getting sick, treating illness, making money... in a cycle."

Mark listened to Zheng Yu's story and asked in confusion: "But will you die if you get sick?"

Zheng Yu nodded, "Yes, so there are two things to do to solve this problem. First, the empire needs to continuously send in new aliens."

"Second, unite with the alien leaders."

Mark asked: "Why do the aliens help the people of the empire to bully their own people? I don't understand."

Zheng Yu smiled Glancing at Mark, "When the benefits are enough, what about family members or not..."

"As the number of alien deaths increases, productivity will gradually decrease."

"The empire should also be aware of this, so the empire's rulers will not blame the city lord of Sander City for the reduction in production."

"This also leads to their courage to smuggle such materials in large quantities, and the profits from smuggling will go into the pockets of aliens and city lords."

Zheng Yu smiled and said, "Moreover, I guess the bulk of the money from smuggling belongs to the empire."

Mark: "..."

Zheng Yu didn't care whether Mark understood or not, and continued, "This should be considered as the way the empire stabilizes its social structure."

"The money is divided by the empire, alien leaders, and smugglers...that is, the rich."

"Bitter, the aliens eat it all."

"The distribution is very reasonable, right?"

Zheng Yu asked the silent Mark.

"You said before that the world is sick and wants to eat people, this is the way to eat people."

Although Mark was full of philosophy and resistance before, he was actually just imitating the words of his former master.

He still doesn't understand why the alien leaders would stand with the empire.

Mark asked, "Then what are you going to do?"

Zheng Yu said, "I didn't agree with the step-by-step way of passing the game before. After all... I don't know how many tasks I have to complete to be promoted to the upper level of the Free Mercenary Corps."

"But what if... I directly join the power game of this world?"

"Uh... I don't understand." Mark scratched his head. He found that he couldn't keep up with Zheng Yu's train of thought.

Zheng Yu reached out and covered the white cloth on the corpse again.

Then he looked at a skeleton warrior walking towards them in the distance and said with a smile, "Since they have mistaken my identity, I will continue to play this identity."

"The secret of Sand City is not a secret at all to the top leaders of the empire, but it is still something that cannot be brought to the surface."

"For someone who wants to fight for power, this is a good card to play to expose the ugly side of the current emperor of the empire."

"What if... I played this card?"

Zheng Yu's eyes gradually became firm. He found the only way to pass this abyss.

If you stay outside the game, you will never get a real way to pass the game. Only by joining them can you truly understand this game.

"Some secrets are in the hands of the empire. No wonder all the professionals before were unable to pass the level."

"If that's the case..."

"Then let me, a pest, completely bite this already rotten world to death."

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