Chapter 55: Black-hearted capitalist Old Man Huang

One of the reasons Zhou Yun agreed to bring Jeanne to the Lower Hive was that he took a fancy to her near-heaven-defying precognition ability.

Her promise to find the location of the Warp engine for Zhou Yun was also to be found by relying on her precognition ability.

"This road will encounter some mixed-blood Genestealers with severe mutations; they are waiting to capture people who stray into this passage."

Jeanne pointed to one of the passages and said.

In her hazy, deer-like eyes, countless different scenes seemed to be reflected.

"This one leads to the deeper part of the Hive pipe system, where there are viruses left over from ancient times, and many infected plague zombies wander in it..."

"This passage leads to the last stronghold of the pleasure-seekers, where they enjoy an endless feast, and those who stray into it will become tools for their pleasure."

"This one leads to an abandoned arena deep in the Undercity; only by shedding blood or letting others shed enough blood can one leave it."

"Um... this passage doesn't lead anywhere, but the passage itself is a prank by the Lord of Change; after entering, the passage will become an ever-extending maze, making people wander in it forever."

"This one... uh, there is a group of Orks that sneaked into the bottom of the Hive at the end of this one; they were cursed by the magic cast by the Lord of Change and got lost here."

"And this one... the end of this one is a secret stronghold of the Dark Aeldari; although it has been abandoned, it is still dangerous..."

Not brother, isn't this a bit too much?

Zhou Yun listened to Jeanne making predictions for each passage, and his scalp felt increasingly numb.

Genestealers, ancient plague zombies, eternal feasts, arenas that require blood sacrifice, the pipe maze of the Lord of Change, Orks lost in the Undercity, and strongholds of the Dark Aeldari.

Ashford's Undercity has really accumulated a lot of ruthless things in more than ten thousand years...

Most of these predicted by Jeanne were just the remnants of various cults and aliens coming and going over the past ten thousand years.

"Are there any safer passages with less stuff?" Zhou Yun rubbed his temples and asked.

"Well... this one leads to the next stronghold of the Genestealers."

"This one leads to the stronghold occupied by mutants... On the way, there will be a group of Filthy Blood Group mutants capturing pedestrians as samples for toxin experiments..."

Filthy Blood Group... mutants... toxins...

It sounds like the gang force of Morg and Margit.

Before Jeanne could say what was at the end of the next passage, Zhou Yun patted her dry hair and pointed to the passage guarded by mutants:

"This one."

"Eh?" Jeanne was stunned and blinked her hazy eyes: "But..."

"I should still be able to find a safer road..."

Jeanne's voice became a little smaller, and there was a layer of fine sweat on her forehead, and her eyes showed some fatigue.

It seemed that using that kind of precognition ability was also a great mental drain on her.

"Just this one." Zhou Yun patted Jeanne's head and walked toward the passage guarded by mutants.

Jeanne followed behind Zhou Yun, and her hazy eyes cast some gratitude toward Zhou Yun.

"I am a tool of the Emperor; you don't need to care about my physical strength... as long as I can achieve the Emperor's will."

Jeanne said obediently in a low voice.

Zhou Yun's eyes twitched slightly; he had already guessed that Jeanne had misunderstood.

The reason he chose this road was simply to contact the two brothers, Morg and Margit.

The two of them seemed to have some power in the Undercity and had conflicts with the Genestealer cult, so it would be much more convenient to get in touch with them.

As for Jeanne...

Zhou Yun had always adhered to the principle of making the best use of people; if they were useful, he must use them diligently, striving to let every teammate exert their due value.

For example, Leina's wallet; Zhou Yun would not give up any opportunity to cheat... oh no, earn money from it.

Jeanne's precognition ability was so useful, Zhou Yun was even less likely not to use it.

What? Exploiting child labor?

Exploitation was also first exploited by the black-hearted capitalist Old Man Huang; what does it have to do with me, Zhou Yun?

Looking at Jeanne who was panting behind him, Zhou Yun shook his head slightly.

He reached into his Four-Dimensional Pocket, took out a giant sunflower seed he had bought from the Upper Hive and put into the Four-Dimensional Pocket, and handed it to Jeanne.

"This is?" Jeanne looked at the giant sunflower seed that was bigger than her palm and was at a loss.

"Sunflower seed, pry it open and you can eat it."

As he spoke, Zhou Yun picked up a sunflower seed and pried it open with his teeth to demonstrate to Jeanne:

"This is a traditional delicacy from our hometown given to teammates, eat it."

Jeanne thanked Zhou Yun in a low voice and then tried to pry the sunflower seed with her front teeth.

"Your heart is quite kind," the winged figure in the white light said.

"Letting the horse run without giving the horse grass is the wicked thing that only the Emperor can do," Zhou Yun glanced at him and said.

Using faith to whiten labor, the Emperor himself is ultimately mouth-disagreeable but heart-honest.

"If you have an opinion about my father, why not follow me to Terra and confront Him in front of the Throne."

"Opinion can't be said... the Empire has become this ghost look, He really has responsibility..."

Zhou Yun shook his head:

"But if it weren't for Him, the Empire wouldn't even have the chance to become this ghost look."

"Your view is somewhat close to the Khan's,"

the winged figure in the white light vibrated his wings and said:

"Result of similar cultural circles?"

"In our cultural circle, this kind of racing kid like the Khan is usually called a ghost-fire youth, and they are going to create a great fortune."

Zhou Yun complained, then looked at Jeanne behind him, and found that she was still trying hard to pry open that sunflower seed with her teeth.

Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake his head.

Just as he was about to say forget it if you can't pry it open, he heard a burst of fine footsteps...

Five or six mutants swarmed out from the corner of the pipe, blocking the road in front of Zhou Yun.

They held simple weapons in their hands, and there was a fly sign tattooed on their faces or bodies, and they all had some mutations to varying degrees, and they looked extremely abstract.

Mutants... finally here.

"Here, take me to see your boss."

Zhou Yun was calm and took out the Superman Gloves from the Four-Dimensional Pocket and put them on.

Several mutants were stunned by Zhou Yun's words. After looking at each other, a mutant with three eyes walked out from among them.

He held a simple weapon in his hand, knocked on the ground and said:

"Can, you will see the boss... in the form of his experimental product."

"Margit wants to use me as an experimental product? Do they still need experiments for their embarrassing blood toxicity?"

"I'm afraid I can say 'clean and hygienic' after eating two mouthfuls without anything happening!"

Zhou Yun smiled and shook his head.

Several mutants looked at each other, confirming that Zhou Yun had guessed correctly.

Behind this group of mutants, it was really the two brothers, Margit and Morg.

Zhou Yun slowly reached out his hand and knocked on the thick iron wall of the pipe.

BOOM!!!!

For a time, the entire pipe shook, and a groove as tall as a person appeared on the pipe wall made of low-quality ceramite.

The mutants were so scared that they stood straight in place, and the three-eyed mutant leading them knelt on the ground with both knees soft:

"My dear father, what instructions do you have?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 56 =====