When he walked out of the exchange center, Ding Meng felt his whole body brimming with energy. His body was unusually light, and not only was his mind clear, his vision seemed to have become clearer as well.
Previously, when he was looking back at the gate, he could clearly see the faces of the 20 workers in front of him. Now, he could clearly see the faces of the 30 people in front of him.
Ding Meng took a deep breath. The air in the square was even more stuffy, but his body and mind were much happier.
However, this happiness quickly faded away after he walked a short distance away, because he saw the "child".
At this moment, the child was no longer that child. He had long turned into a mangled corpse. Looking at the wounds all over his body, the child did not die from Sadler's flying whip. Instead, he was trampled to death by the crowd when they were fighting over his Dark Gold Stone. Countless people rushed over and trampled him to death.
Not only was the dark gold ore that he had worked so hard to obtain stolen, even after he died, the others did not let him go. This was because he was stripped naked from head to toe. It should be known that there were many people here who did not even have half a piece of clothing.
At this moment, Sadler was instructing two mercenaries to move the corpse. Their method of handling the corpse was very straightforward, and that was to use a small construction truck to scoop up the "lump of flesh" and transport it to the outskirts of the base to throw it away. They did not even bother to bury it.
The square was still bustling with activity, and the workers were still waiting. The lines had long been restored to order, but Ding Meng's heart was not as calm as it was before. He had already predicted that this child would be unlucky, but he did not expect it to be this unlucky.
He was not angry, nor did he feel sad. Even though he had only been here for less than two months, he was already used to this kind of thing. He had seen Sadler's flying whip at least ten times.
That flying whip was fast and accurate, but that wasn't the scariest part. The truly powerful part was that the whip wasn't able to kill anyone, but it could also be retracted very calmly. The perfect control of strength and retraction was the most deadly part.
Ding Meng was not a heartless person, but in a place like this, compassion would not only not help others, it could even harm oneself. So the most important thing right now was to survive. Not only did he have to survive, but others also had to rely on him to survive. Ding Meng was now waiting for him to get the healing mixture to save his life.
If you walked south of the square, you would pass through a barren desert. After walking for about 20 minutes, you would arrive at a world of pure rocks. Densely packed rocks of all sizes piled up into greyish-brown hillsides. Under the night sky, they looked huge and ugly. If you stared at them for a long time, you would even feel that these hillsides were somewhat ferocious. They were like monsters with sharp teeth, as if they were going to swallow these workers in one bite.
In fact, many labourers lived in the mouths of these monsters. Under some huge dry rocks at the bottom of the hill, the labourers dug pits. Although they were called pits, they looked more like basements. After working for a day and getting the nutrient solution, everyone fell asleep in the basements.
It was strange. The base covered a large area, but it was very hot everywhere. Only these airless basements were cool at night. After a day of hard work, one could just lie down and fall asleep.
Logically speaking, these basements were not waterproof at all. However, Ding Meng had never seen rain in this area. Strictly speaking, the entire base was always sunny.
One had to know that in a very hot climate, wounds were the easiest to worsen. If it was light, it would become inflamed and suppurated. If it was serious, it would rot and fester.
Little Four's wounds had already begun to rot. His back looked as if it had been cut open by a sharp blade. At first, the wound was just bleeding, but after a long period of not wearing any medicine, it had deteriorated to the point that a large part of his back was festering. The entire basements were filled with an indescribable stench.
When Ding Meng came in, Little Four was lying on the rock, moaning. He could only lie on the rock, unable to lie down.
There was no bed in the room. A bed was a luxury in this place. Every labourer had already mastered the skill of sleeping on the ground.
There was no light in the room either. When night fell, the entire base was shrouded in eternal darkness except for the mercenary area in the plaza.
However, in such a dark environment, Ding Meng walked to Little Four's side with ease. He quickly opened a vial of healing agent and poured it into Little Four's mouth.
The effect of the healing agent was very obvious. In just a minute, Little Four's moaning stopped. He lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The large piece of rotten flesh on his back was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It even seemed to be smoking. The stench in the room was immediately dispelled and replaced by a light fragrance.
Seeing that Little Four's condition was effectively under control, Ding Meng let out a sigh of relief. Little Four was labourer F3-2187.
On the first day Ding Meng arrived at this place, his situation was not much better than Little Four's.
The supplies on the transport ship were extremely limited. Not everyone could get enough food. Therefore, when the transport ship landed in the plaza of the base, Ding Meng was already too hungry to walk. He was kicked into the sand by the mercenaries like a rubber ball and curled up in a ball. His fate should have been the same as that child's. He should have ended up as a corpse, waiting for the construction trucks to mercilessly shovel him away.
Fortunately, he met Little Four. Little Four brought him to the basement and used the remaining half of the healing agent to save him.
"What's your name?" Ding Meng asked.
"I'm number 2187."
Ding Meng said, "I'm asking for your name."
"Me?" Little Four was a little confused. "You can just call me Little Four."
"Little Four?" Ding Meng frowned. "Don't you have a surname?"
Little Four was even more confused. "Surname?
I don't know what my surname is. Anyway, since I was born, people have called me Little Four. You can just call me number 2187. "
Ding Meng was speechless. He was still not used to using numbers to replace people's names.
However, he also knew that names were given to people. Low-level labourers like them, from a certain point of view, were not even considered human. In this place, no one would treat them as human beings. The scariest thing was that sometimes they did not even treat themselves as human beings. The "beasts" in the plaza were an example.
Since Little Four treated Ding Meng as a human being, Ding Meng would definitely help Little Four. This was his principle all along …
Thinking of this, Ding Meng sighed softly. Days like these were really too hard. It was so hard that he did not dare to relax for even a moment. He had to be alert and alert at all times. He was still young, and he really did not want to die.
In the darkness, Little Four's breathing gradually became even. It looked like he had fallen into a deep sleep. Only then did Ding Meng feel a trace of weariness. He couldn't help but lie down on the ground, preparing to end this tiring day.
Just then, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his eyes. It was as if a needle had pierced into his bone marrow. The sharp and intense pain spread from his eyes to his entire body. Ding Meng even felt as if his soul was throbbing from the pain.
That long-lost feeling appeared once again. It was as if a raging fire had ignited in his chest. What was different from before was that this fire seemed to be going straight for his head, as if it was going to explode his brain.
What frightened him the most was that this time was different from before. In the past, it was just a blur in his eyes. But this time, he could not see anything. He was truly blind.
What's going on?
Didn't Vader say that he had cured me?
I did recover, didn't I?
Why is this happening?