If Cai Qidong knew that, inside this chemical factory Domain, there was a zombie and a wraith accelerating the factory production, running the assembly line—
And that somehow, they even managed to get enough corpses, endlessly supplied as raw material—
I'm afraid Cai Qidong would even be tempted to put in an order for a timber transport truck.
Wen Yan just walked along the observation corridor, from one end of the production workshop to the other, stopping here and there; after just a little over twenty minutes, he'd already watched the zombie workers deliver two batches of raw material.
At this rate, the corpse supply could not possibly be coming from ordinary people in Divine Land.
The delivery speed was just too fast; if they were murdering ordinary people, it would be absolutely impossible not to get caught.
