No matter which region or race, custom, there will inevitably be content such as respect for ancestors and expressed in some form.

Often, the higher the status and the more noble the status, the more this custom can be reflected in people.

Because your elders are often those who have laid the foundation for this family business. Even if you don’t talk about family affection and do not respect your ancestors, the old qualifications and their descendants who have worked hard all the way with him will naturally regard you as a person who does not know how to be grateful, and then become disloyal.

Of course, there must be strong people who rely on their own hands to start a career, but at this time, even if his ancestors were poor, their character was just average, and they were not even average, so they still had to respect them and their etiquette had to be more appropriate than others.

The reason is nothing else. If you don’t do much, how can you show a person’s improvement in his own cultivation after becoming famous?

Wesley Tate, a man who can even use the resting place of his ancestors to cover up his own crimes.

I really can't count on how much human nature he still has.

However, the facts "slap" Donald in the face.

Through the mechanism above, we came to the basement of Lingkan Hall, opened the hidden doors, and finally came to the "farm" that Anthony had been looking for for many years.

It should be said to be an underground greenhouse.

The area has not exceeded 30 square meters, Donald glanced briefly and basically divided into an independent block every two square meters.

Surrounded by mechanical walls, a small photothermal device is loaded above it. There is no automatic sprinkler device, but only transparent plastic pipes laid in the soil.

The vegetables here do not need sunlight. Their growth method is different from the plants outside. Even these vegetables are not ordinary vegetables themselves, but are cultivated by modified seeds.

Not only that, there are some devices above each block that are similar to those used to get drip that Donald saw in his previous life. In a sense... it is also considered to get drip. Some unknown liquid flows through the tiny drainage tube and finally flows into the pale arms tied to the side of the block through the pinhole.

The soil layer was not flat because there were bulges of varying heights in the middle. Donald looked at the exposed heads, mostly young men and women. They closed their eyes tightly and had no expression on their faces. They seemed to be asleep, lying in the soil bed.

Maybe it was a beautiful dream, because flowers suddenly bloomed on my body.

Perhaps it is a nightmare, because those "flowers" use their bodies as nourishment.

"I thought he didn't have much humanity left. So it seems... how could this guy be called a person?"

Donald looked at the scene in front of him, not knowing what to say. He felt that his heart was already cold and hard enough, but the scene in front of him still made him feel extremely disgusted.

No plant could make him so disgusted, and he wished he could burn all the place immediately, without even the residue.

"Ha, Mr. Wesley Tart is really a calculating person. His idea is very good. He has not found a living person, and his fingers can be ground as fertilizer... disgusting!!"

Anthony's emotions started to be in a little wrong from the beginning. At this moment, he was standing in front of some storage cabinets near the iron door, holding a metal bottle in his hand and making a strange smile in his mouth.

Donald went over and took a look, and the metal bottle was labeled: Matil Tate.

"Who is this? He's crazy? Use his daughter as fertilizer?"

Seeing Wesley Tate refreshing the lower limit of how disgusting humans can be, Donald felt that this was simply challenging his views.

"Matil Tate, not Wesley Tate's daughter, is probably his wife, but he has just become younger by this method."

Anthony, who put the jar in the most conspicuous position, pointed to the scroll in his pocket and turned back to Donald and continued,

"Wesley Tate never had a daughter. Matil Tate was considered an illegitimate daughter by the outside world because her appearance was extremely abrupt. No one knew her existence in advance. I have participated in many cocktails and nobles as a chef and took the opportunity to ask the servants. No one knew where the daughter of Wesley Tate had lived. Before she first appeared at Wesley Tate's cocktail party, no one even saw her in the manor area. More importantly, after Matil Tate's appearance, her nominal mother disappeared."

“Is this related to Wesley Tate doing something like this?”

Pointing at the metal bottle on the cabinet, Donald looked back at Gerald Parker.

The latter leaned against the cabinet and recovered slightly, and glanced at the two of them.

"You underestimate the human farm too much... How could the method that can be recorded on the special ancient scrolls be just something to satisfy the perverted desires... Matil Tate has a special talent, and she can convert all the human flesh and blood energy into her own life energy... Born to have, after she awakened, she kept herself young by eating people, and even became more beautiful... The most important thing is that there are no side effects. Time stays on her body. Not only will she not grow old, but even the most serious illness and wounds can be recovered as long as she eats enough human flesh!"

It seemed that he knew that it could not be saved. Gerard Parker held his body with both hands and stabilized himself. He turned to the two and continued,

"Wesley Tate wants Matil Tate's ability, so he found me and looked for ways to transfer talents. Human farm... The special cultivation has reached the extreme. Matil Tate is used as a farm and plant the seed that Wesley Tate has... Fruits will grow on her body. What you kidnapped is Wesley Tate's dream... He no longer cares about family affection, love... He only wants eternal life!"

"Talent transfer, eternal life..."

Donald was silent, no one didn't want eternal life.

By heart, he heard that Matil Tate could maintain permanent youth while cannibalizing people, and his heart was a little jealous.

Even the blood clans who are synonymous with eternal life on earth have to pay the price for eternal life, sucking human blood, fearing light, and fearing silver...

Matil Tate, in a sense, only needs to satisfy the first item.

Now the scroll is in hand, Matil Tate is in Anthony's...

"You let me go, give me Matil Tate and the scroll, and I will help you cultivate the fruit of immortality. Even if you feel disgusted and don't want to eat it, you can sell it. Those top rich people, nobles, and even the one in the Ryan Empire Palace will go crazy about this fruit!"

Gerald Parker shouted, opening his mouth suddenly, blood foam spurting out of his mouth, the broken gums disgusting.

He is like a bad demon trying to seduce the most evil part of a person's heart.

Bang!

The muzzle burst into flames.

"Those who mess with my heart should be killed!"

Donald pursed his lips, his eyes seemingly struggling.

More is perseverance!
Chapter completed!