Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

Sha Yun, standing nearby, also used her long thorns to precisely harvest the stiffened prisoners. However, she had also begun to notice that those prisoners who had been slow to move were beginning to show signs of further recovery. In just a few dozen seconds, they would evolve into their full form.

Tear up everyone here.

Zhou Li lowered his head, looking at the evil map that was spinning in circles, and said loudly:

"Don't worry, there's a network card in the basement."

?

Just as Victor's spiritual paper was about to run out and Sha Yun's already dwindling physical strength was disappearing, Zhou Li suddenly raised his head and pointed his mobile phone screen at the huge bronze gate in front of him.

“Remember this place.”

Zhou Li looked at the other person with a calm expression, but revealing a fierceness that even zombies would be afraid of.

"I'll open the door in a moment, and you lead me to this place."

"Otherwise, I'll open the door every day."

The moment he finished speaking, Zhou Li suddenly jumped up, and with a sharp whistling sound in the air, Zhou Li kicked the football with great force, directly hitting the center of the bronze door.

The world is quiet.

Sha Yun stared blankly at the bronze door, which had intricate patterns embodying the world-famous painting "The Scream".

The door is open.

Lan Ling, who was grinding a rope with the prison bars, was stunned.

Chapter 29 Chat

Twenty minutes ago, Lan Ling felt like the sky was falling.

I don’t know which god passed down this custom, but every clan member belonging to the Jindian Kingdom will build a private prison in their own backyard. It can be called a new era of private customization, and the Bai Lan family is no exception.

But Lan Ling never imagined that there would be more versions of customized products.

At first, there was a long period of dizziness.

In the darkness, Lan Ling felt that her thoughts were like a piece of dry and indigestible rice cake, constantly being stretched, stretched, and stretched...

"I've never had fun playing in a band."

"Please, stay. I'll do anything."

"You are a person who only thinks about yourself."

“Are you a professional drummer?”

"I think I am."

“Why are you playing ‘The Runaway Keyboardist is Like a Stray Dog’?!!!”

"don't want!!!"

Lan Ling suddenly woke from her dream, sweating profusely as if she had just taken a shower. The coarse cloth vest on her body clung tightly to her skin, causing a slight stinging sensation. The cold shackles on her wrists brought her thoughts back to reality.

The cell was bright, surprisingly bright, and the white decor was unique, perfect for graffiti. Lan Ling, recovering from her shock, tried to stand up, but was pinned firmly to the white sand bed.

what?

I moved my neck and found that it was not restrained. In other words, I could not move any part of my body except my head.

Looking around, Lan Ling found that this prison was completely different from what she remembered. In addition to the change from a dim dungeon style to a creamy petty bourgeois style, there were also some strange decorations, such as grandma's headshot, grandma's headshot, grandma's headshot...

Holy shit.

The rock guitarist expressed the only emotion in his heart.

Lan Ling closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight. She didn't understand why there were so many headshots hanging in a prison cell, and the owners of the photos were all her grandmother.

What a joke, the big drum effect is about to happen.

"This is your grandma."

A deep male voice came from the side. Lan Ling turned her head with difficulty and found Bai Lan Wushuang outside the white cell.

He looked at Lan Ling, his square face as serious as ever, without any other expression, only the most sincere loyalty to the Bai Lan family.

"Brandy, although I can't satisfy your evil thoughts about your grandmother, I can let you take a good look at your grandmother's photo. This may help you develop a love for your family."

Bai Lan Wushuang said.

"You're crazy... You really are crazy."

Lan Ling no longer had the energy to scream, or rather, she had completely lost hope in her "father." "Bai Lan Wushuang, you can kill me or chop me up as you please, but for the sake of our father-daughter relationship, can you please let me die quickly? Stop torturing me."

"No."

Bai Lan Wushuang shook his head and said calmly, "It would be a shame to die like this before you have even made any contribution to your family."

"Hey."

Lan Ling collapsed on the bed powerlessly, staring blankly at the ceiling, and whispered softly:

"If the Bai Lan family hadn't reached this point, what if I returned this life to you?"

"Tell me, Bai Lan Wushuang."

Turning her head, Lan Ling stared at Bai Lan Wushuang's face and asked tremblingly, "Why are you selling drugs?"

"To make the family prosperous."

Bai Lan Wushuang said calmly, "The raw minerals in the Sinai Desert are on the verge of depletion. In a year at most, the Bai Lan family will lose its most important source of income."

Original ore?

Lan Ling didn't react the moment she heard these two words, but when she realized something, her pupils suddenly constricted and her expression was full of astonishment.

The reason why several cities can be built in the Sinai Desert and even the Sand Scorpion people can establish an autonomous region is due to the rich "raw mineral" resources of the Sinai Desert.

This ore can be used to create advanced energy reservoirs and is the raw material for many important magical artifacts. The entire Golden Kingdom's demand for raw ore is insatiable, and almost as much as can be mined can be refined. Therefore, this expensive and highly sought-after ore has become the source of income for most families and organizations in the Sinai Desert. This applies to the Bailan family as well as the Sand Scorpions.

"how is this possible?"

Lan Ling asked in disbelief: "Can't the original ore in the Sinai Desert be mined for a thousand years? Why is it..."

"The basic prospectors reported to their superiors a figure of 100 years of mining. The prospecting team thought about it and reported 150 years. The Sinai Desert government felt that with only 150 years, it wouldn't be possible to build too many cities and collect taxes, so they reported 300 years. The director of the Northwest Region's Political Bureau wanted to go further, so the number became 1,500 years."

Looking at Lan Ling's stunned face, Bai Lan Wushuang's words were filled with chilling calmness.

"The third patriarch of the Bailan family, Bailan Pride, who led the Bailan family to the Sinai Desert, believed in the number of 1,500 years."

“The same thing happened to everyone else who came to the Sinai Desert.”

Raw ore is the economic pillar of the entire Sinai Desert. Lan Ling suddenly realized that if the raw ore is really about to be exhausted as Bai Lan Wushuang said, then it will definitely not only affect the Bai Lan family.

All people in the Sinai Desert will experience earth-shaking changes.

"Don't worry, these drugs won't flow into the Golden Kingdom."

Bai Lan Wushuang stood in front of Lan Ling and said to her through the railings, "The Sinai Desert is just a transit point. These drugs will eventually be transported to the Extreme Sound Realm and will not harm the people of the Golden Classic Kingdom."

After a pause, Bai Lan Wushuang said in a deep voice, "If we don't do it, someone else will. The Fen Fenda Empire's choice to cooperate with us is already the best solution. At least under my control, this addictive drug will not flow into the Jindian Kingdom, nor will it harm others."

"There are already people committing suicide in the Sinai Desert due to drug addiction!"

Lan Ling roared.

"They couldn't resist the temptation and secretly used drugs while transporting them. We are being merciful by not holding them accountable."

Bai Lan Wushuang said calmly, "Don't worry, I will discipline these people properly, and this kind of thing won't happen again. As long as drug trafficking is standardized, the Sinai Desert will have a new pillar industry, and drug addiction will not grow rampant and harm others. At least under our supervision, drug addiction can be properly controlled."

"It's a drug! It's a drug that destroys a family!"

Lan Ling said in disbelief, "How dare you turn the Sinai Desert into a transit point for drug addicts? Are you crazy?!"

"The Sinai Desert needs drugs."

Interrupting Lan Ling, Bai Lan Wushuang said solemnly, "With drug addiction, tens of millions of people in the Sinai Desert will have a livelihood and stable jobs. Other families and factions will also have a source of income, and the Sand Scorpions will not riot. Only in this way can the Sinai Desert truly achieve stability."

"Brandy, what you are doing is destroying this environment that is about to be stable."

Looking down at Lan Ling lying in the cell, Bai Lan Wushuang said slowly:

"The livelihoods of tens of millions of people, the mainstay of the Sinai Desert, the hope of family revival. Brandi, if you want to destroy all this, if you want your sense of justice to destroy all this innocence..."

Bai Lan Wushuang reached out and gently crushed Lan Ling's guitar pick, the sound carrying a bone-chilling chill.

"You are the real sinner."

Chapter 30 Melted

A long silence fell in the cell.

"Confusing right and wrong and spreading rumors."

Raising her head, Lan Ling's eyes were filled with indifference. The corners of her mouth curved up as she said in a mocking tone:

"It's you who introduced drugs and harmed others, and it's you who smuggled drugs and exposed them to people. You failed in your investment in raw minerals, and now you want to use drugs to make up for your losses. You are truly despicable gamblers."

With only mockery and disdain in her eyes, Lan Ling looked at Bai Lan Wushuang, whose face was gloomy, and laughed:

"No, you're worse than gamblers. Gamblers will accept their losses when they lose, but you stray dogs only find high-sounding excuses for your incompetence and failures. You engage in the most despicable activities, amassing wealth with a clear conscience, and letting others pay for your stupidity!"

"Shut up!"

Bai Lan Wushuang's expression suddenly showed a hint of anger. He shouted at Lan Ling, "What do you know? Our family has lost its ore source. How are so many people going to survive?!"

"Then go to hell."

Lan Ling raised her eyes, interrupted Bai Lan Wushuang's words, and said mockingly:

"Fuck the Bai Lan family! You can't survive without the ore? Then die!"

"What did you say?!"

Bai Lan Wushuang gritted his teeth, his hands trembling uncontrollably. "Bai Lan Di! Your last name is Bai Lan! What outrageous things are you saying!?"

"Go to hell."

Lan Ling looked at Bai Lan Wushuang and said as a matter of course, "People like you who have lost their ability to work, their ability to create value, who don't know how to live frugally, and whose heads are filled with greed and evil thoughts all deserve to die. Is that hard to understand?"

Lan Ling was smiling, a ferocious smile, without any ladylike demeanor at all. If her hands and feet had not been tied, she would have raised her middle finger to Bai Lan Wushuang.