Chapter 180: Ghoul Production Base

Weituo and Salvatore looked at each other, thousands of thoughts flashing through their minds.

Was this underground ghoul production factory the Queen's? Looking at those dried corpse foods, it should be!

And today, the bell rang again, breaking the sky, causing pedestrians on the street to stop one after another and look up toward the clock tower.

Is our Princess Rabbit, who is only Tier 1 with one entry, a match for the Queen? Obviously not!

What should we do?

The answer is, there's nothing to do!

Both of them saw the color of despair in each other's eyes.

Although they had now discovered the Queen's underground ghoul factory, they had no way to deal with it.

If they dared to take action to destroy it now, they believed that their journey in this plot world would pretty much come to an end.

The ghoul that had just been transformed looked very weak, but in fact, its vitality was still very tenacious; it just hung there on the chains and roared, a scene that made the eyes of the others hung on both sides of the passage almost pop out, and the various characteristic curses from just a moment ago collectively turned into loud pleas for mercy, but no one paid any attention to them, which made everyone feel incomparably desperate.

And Weituo and Salvatore, hiding on the side, conspired for a while and decided not to do anything extra; the primary task now was still to find a way to escape, and then provide all the intelligence they had seen today to Snow White and those two guys.

Those two guys were stronger than the two of them, so the strong naturally had to shoulder the responsibilities of the strong; the two of them had risked their lives to gather such important intelligence, which was already quite enough.

Thus, the two turned their gaze together toward the iron door at the end of the passage; that was the only exit.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no patrolling guards at the moment, Salvatore lifted his leg to leave, but was pulled back by Weituo.

Seeing Weituo take out five or six gaudy potion bottles from his personal space, he immediately knew his companion's intention.

Weituo took out an empty bottle and then casually poured those colorful potions into the empty bottle; clearly, he was concocting Demon Hunter potions on the spot.

Never mind that Weituo's combat effectiveness wasn't great, but he did have a talent for concocting these potions, which was one of the reasons Salvatore was willing to team up with him for missions often.

Just in a few moments, a potion steaming with gray mist was concocted by Weituo.

"Shoo—pop!"

The sound of the glass bottle shattering in the middle of the passage attracted the attention of everyone on the chains.

"What is that?"

A pool of gray liquid spilled, followed by wisps of gray mist.

Before long, everyone on the chains tilted their heads and fell into a coma, and after about another ten seconds, that newborn ghoul also stopped roaring and fell into a coma as well.

Having teamed up with Weituo for a long time, Salvatore knew this guy had an amazing talent for concocting 'sleeping potions,' so he wasn't in a hurry to leave at all.

Sure enough, not long after the wisps of gray mist passed through the small window on the iron door at the end of the passage, messy sounds also rang out from behind the door that had been quiet all along.

After about another ten minutes, Weituo walked out in a swaggering manner, head held high, looking like a villain who had gotten his way.

"Salva, it seems you're already very familiar with my 'sleeping potion,' unlike last time when you were blockheaded and rushed out early, only to be drugged and take half a day to recover, hehe!"

Salvatore naturally knew what kind of person his companion was, so he ignored him and just walked to the iron door to look out through the small iron window.

"Bang!"

The bolt of the iron door was shot off by a gun; the gunshot right beside him startled Salvatore, making him jump, and when he saw Weituo's indifferent expression, his anger surged.

"What are you doing, you idiot? I was observing the enemy situation!"

Weituo waved his hand indifferently.

"What's there to look at? They must have all been drugged by me long ago; you're just wasting time."

Salvatore was very angry, but with such a loud gunshot, no one ran out to check, so they must have indeed all been drugged.

But Salvatore was still furious; after glaring fiercely at his companion, he pulled open the iron door and walked out.

Weituo looked at his angry companion, shrugged indifferently, and followed.

Outside the iron door was a prison; behind the iron bars were prisoners in rags, and these prisoners had one thing in common: they were all strong and sturdy.

They should all be backup candidates for those small altars in the passage; it seems the ghoul transformation ritual was still very harsh, and thin guys likely couldn't handle it, which was why they prepared these guys.

And beside the iron door was a large bucket of sewage and a pile of rags on the ground; it seems these guys were washed clean right here before being sent out to be hung up.

Well, perhaps not too clean!

Apart from the drugged prisoners, lying outside the prison were some jailers wearing black cloaks and holding short sticks; Weituo casually kicked them a couple of times and found that although these jailers were all ordinary people, they all had strange and eerie tattoos on their faces and bodies.

"Alright, stop looking around randomly; these people are clearly doing some dark cult stuff, likely the Queen's underground force; don't worry about it, let's escape first!"

Weituo felt it made sense, so he hurriedly stopped paying attention to these people he had drugged and followed Salvatore out.

Just after passing through a door, the two immediately stopped in their tracks.

Next to the prison should be a room specifically for interrogation, with various torture instruments hanging on the wall, all stained with blood.

But none of these attracted their attention; what attracted their attention the most was a large pot boiling in the middle of the interrogation room.

The firewood under the giant iron pot was burning vigorously, black smoke was swirling, green liquid was churning, and bubbles were bursting, emitting a pungent odor; the surroundings were piled with strange medicinal herbs, and Weituo saw more than one human organ among the herbs.

A guy also wearing a black cloak was hunched over, holding a long wooden stick and stirring in the large pot, while around the large pot lay a circle of similarly black-clad people who had fainted.

Naturally, the two wouldn't randomly barge through such an eerie scene; this black-clad person hadn't been drugged by Weituo's Demon Hunter potion, so he naturally wasn't some small fry.

Just as the two took out their weapons to be on guard, the black-clad person stirring the pot seemed to have finished his work, let out a 'whew,' put down the wooden stick in his hand, and turned to look at the two.

A pale, wrinkled face, a hooked nose, and two withered hands clasped together under the black cloak.

This classic image immediately left the Traveler duo stunned; she... she wouldn't take out a poisoned apple for me to eat, would she!

And the entries of this black-clad person who looked like an old woman also appeared simultaneously.

【Queen】! ===== CHAPTER 181 =====