The demon slave climbed up the stairs one by one, threw saltpeter down from the mouth of the pot, and the boiled nitro powder was like white frost. He salvaged it with a filter and obtained liquid nitro powder;

Put the liquid nitr powder into a plate and put it next to the furnace to dry; after drying, it becomes a piece of crystal like rock sugar, and then it is mashed and transported to the next factory for production;

Move, burn charcoal, salvage, refining, drying, and a series of basic manufacturing processes are carried out in the factory, and all are done by demon slaves.

Yan Yunting saw everything about the factory. The basic manufacturing was completed by demon slaves, but the finished product was in another factory. There were six yakshas guarding the factory entrance, and a warning wooden sign hung on the door:

"The factory is in a major location, and idle people are not allowed to enter!"

There must be a gunpowder factory. If it can be ignited there, everything will turn into ashes.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!"

At this time, an old man in a civilian walked into the factory with a few buckets of rice and a jar of vegetable soup.

If a demon slave is a slave, he is also a human being. If he doesn't eat, he will not have the energy to work. He is instinctively craving for food. The demon slaves put down their work and lined up in an orderly manner to collect food.

Each person had a bowl of white rice, each person had a bowl of vegetable soup, and there was no other oil or water, and there were no chopsticks. The demon slave who brought the rice found a place to squat down on his own, and he didn't care about the dirty hands. He grabbed the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Yan Yunting glanced at the rice soup, and an idea burst out from his mind instantly. He hid poisonous blood in his sleeve. When he was making food, he pretended to be exhausted and threw it sideways towards the rice jar, pouring a whole bottle of poisonous blood into the soup, scalding... so hot!

The poisonous blood quickly merged with the soup, and the original vegetable soup also changed color.

"What's going on!" Yasha rushed over after hearing the sound.

If Yasha finds that the color of the soup changes, it may cause suspicion, but the epidemic poison has not yet been spread and cannot be easily exposed.

Just as Yan Yunting was lying on the ground and was helpless, the old man who was making food suddenly reached out and helped him up, and said to Yaksha: "He is a little exhausted, and he will be fine after eating the rice. Yaksha, I won't bother you anymore!"

He is actually a sober person?

"Then let him get up soon. Throw the useless person into the furnace and burn it!" Yasha shouted.

"Young man, eat it, this is yours." The old man handed Yan Yunting a bowl of rice, but did not serve him soup.

Yan Yunting felt a little touched. The old man's old and kind eyes seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He squatted aside with white rice, until the first demon slave drank the bloody clear soup before slowly standing up, looking at the dagger in his arms and waiting for an opportunity to move.

The time for the poisonous person to mutate will depend on the location of the wound. If he is bitten directly, he will be resurrected in just one quarter of an hour at the earliest. If he is taken orally, the poison will reach the internal organs directly, and the mutation may be even faster!

Soon, hundreds of hungry demon slaves all swallowed the vegetable soup with the poison of the epidemic, and the first batch also began to react with poison. They blushed and walked shakingly, and fainted on the ground one after another.

Sorry, sorry, sorry... Yan Yunting still felt guilty, but for the sake of the world's plan, he could only kill his relatives for justice.

"What's wrong! What happened!" The guards all surrounded them.

Hundreds of demon slaves fell to the ground one after another, their bodies kept twitching, their eyes turned white, their pupils were red, and their faces were blushing. They were about to mutate!

"Cough cough cough..." The demon slaves coughed up blood and died one after another.

"What's going on! Old man! Are you poisoning the food?" Yasha grabbed the old man who was making food, raised his claws and wanted to kill someone!

"Swish!" A dagger pierced Yasha's throat.

"I'm the one who gave up the poison, come and find me!" Yan Yunting kicked the Yasha away and protected the old man.

"Quick! Go and send a signal! Someone invades-"

"Roar!"

The poisonous man has woken up!

"Geeh..." Hundreds of ferocious poisonous people got up from the ground, and whether they were yaksha or living people, they rushed forward and bit them.

Just be not picky about food!

There was a strife inside the factory. Yan Yunting pulled the old man and rushed into the "factory site", then closed the big iron gate.

This factory is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and several workbenches are filled with crushed nitrate powder, sulfur, toner, and grease. This is indeed the place to make finished gunpowder!

"Old man, I see you are not controlled by the monster. Do you know where the gunpowder depot is here?" Yan Yunting asked the old man beside him.

The old man said just one sentence: "Follow me." Then he took Yan Yunting to the inside of the factory.

There was a red secret door at the end of the factory. The old man pressed a switch on the side, and the door opened automatically, and a dazzling fluorescence first spread out.

Yan Yunting hesitated: "This light..."

The old man explained: "This is fluorescent. Since the gunpowder warehouse strictly prohibits open fires, when the factory was built, a lot of fluorite was brought from Kunlun Mountain for lighting."

When I entered the door, a large square warehouse that was more than ten feet long appeared in front of me. The walls of the warehouse were covered with shiny fluorite, and buckets of black and fire medicine were neatly stacked in the center of the warehouse. Generally, it was estimated that there were no less than a hundred barrels!

This is a difficult situation for Yan Yunting. So much gunpowder exploded at the same time. Not to mention the entire factory, even the entire street will be affected. It may not be too late to escape at that time!

"These black, fire and medicine are about to be transported to Kunlun Mountain. Young man, do you want to blow it up?" The old man's tone was so calm.

Yan Yunting pursed his lips and looked up and down at the old man beside him: "Old man, you seem to know a lot..."

The old man said bitterly: "The old man is called Gongshuqun. He was originally the owner of this factory. Those monsters did not know how to make gunpowder, so they did not turn me into a demon slave..."

"Kongshu... Gongshu group? Then are you the Gongshu guy?" Yan Yunting was surprised.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Pili Hall' under Gongshu'?" Gongshuqun asked first.

Yan Yunting thought for a while, "It seems that I have heard of Pili Hall, but I have used the 'Pili Bead'... Could it be that the Pili Bead, known as one of the 'Three Hidden Weapons of the Jianghu Lake', was made by you?"

"What's there to be proud of?" Gongshu Qun sighed, full of self-blame and helplessness. "They used the charm demon to trick me into stealing the method of making gunpowder. Alas... I really threw away the Gongshu's face!"

"Old man, don't say that. If you want to blame, you have to blame those damn monsters! But don't worry, I have spread the epidemic poison just now, and the entire Kunyu City will soon fall into chaos. Once we blow up this gunpowder depot later, these monsters will no longer be able to tossing!"
Chapter completed!