In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

"You two, this is it. Please come with me."

Weed took out a key from his pocket and opened the large lock wrapped with many iron chains hanging on the door of the building.

Looking at the big lock, Mo Chen's eyes flashed with confusion.

What is there in this building that deserves such a big lock and so many chains?

Mo Chen was silent and seemed to have some ideas in his mind.

Weed slowly untied the circles of iron chains, then pushed the door open and entered.

Mo Chen immediately followed his footsteps, and at the same time motioned to Rosemary to stay alert.

After Mo Chen and Rosemary came in, the weed closed the door again.

"What do you mean, do you want to trap us here?"

Upon seeing this, Mo Chen immediately asked the weed, and his hand reached for the revolver on his waist again.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me again. The products here need to be kept secret, so they cannot be discovered by others."

The weed waved his hand, then took out an oil lamp from the cabinet nearby and lit it.

The dim light was so eye-catching in the darkness, allowing Mo Chen to see the surrounding scene clearly.

As a shovel android, Rosemary has built-in night vision, so whether there is light or not does not mean much to her.

Mo Chen looked around at the building. They were now in the front half of the building. This was just an ordinary living room. There was nothing worth paying attention to.

But the weed walked in a certain direction with the oil lamp, and finally stopped in front of a wall.

Mo Chen noticed very keenly that there was a secret door on the wall.

Weed walked to the secret door, took out a key, and opened the secret door.

"Please come in, here are the products my master has prepared for our customers."

When the secret door was opened and he saw the scene inside, Mo Chen's originally calm expression instantly became extremely shocked, and his pupils even dilated.

The room behind the secret door was large, but it was densely packed with many ferocious, narrow iron cages.

In the iron cage, there are young plant spirits covered with scars and tattered clothes.

They are not very old, the oldest is no more than fourteen years old, and the youngest is only seven or eight years old.

Some of the children had no idea how long they had been staying in this place, but Mo Chen could see that their eyes were extremely sinking.

A pair of dull eyes seemed to have lost all hope, leaving only confusion and despair.

They huddled in the corners of the iron cages, gradually falling into the boundless darkness.

A damp, moldy smell hit his face, making Mo Chen feel even worse.

The environment is so harsh that it doesn't look like a place where you can survive.

"Is this what your adults call 'commodity'?"

Mo Chen suppressed his anger and asked the weeds in front of him.

Weed nodded and said, "Yes, as you can see, these young plant spirits are commodities."

Commodity, what an ironic statement.

Mo Chen's eyes swept across the iron cages. In the darkness, the weeds couldn't see his face clearly: "Where do these children... come from?"

“Well, let me think about it, there are refugee children who were sold to us by their own families.

Some are captured street children. As you know, there are countless street children in this gathering place.

Others, they were obtained from the War Gardens. The somewhat neglected War Gardens were a favorite place for the Rangers Slave Catchers to visit. "

Weed didn't care at all about the casual attitude in his tone. In his eyes, these young plant spirits were just world points that exuded the smell of copper.

"Good...good...good..."

Mo Chen almost said these words through gritted teeth, his expression becoming more and more gloomy.

"Guest, pick whichever one you want."

Weed turned his head, raised the oil lamp in his hand higher, and asked Mo Chen.

Mo Chen resisted the urge to punch the weed in front of him in the face. He was just a little guy doing things for others.

Even if you kill him, you can't change the status quo at all.

What's more, facing these young children, Mo Chen, who is weak, can do nothing to save them.

There are a lot of children here, and at the gathering place, there are only four people available around Mo Chen.

After rescuing them, how to place these children is also a big problem. Mo Chen can't guarantee that he can take the children safely through the abandoned city and return to War Garden No. 5905.

"If my power were greater and more people could use it..."

Mo Chen's clenched fists weakly unclenched, and he walked in silence step by step in front of the iron cages.

After a while, he stopped in front of an iron cage.

In the corner of this iron cage, curled up was an unkempt, thin girl.

She looked to be eleven or twelve years old at most, and she only had a tattered and extremely thin linen garment on her body.

His hands and feet were tied up with thick hemp ropes, and various hideous and shocking scars were clearly visible on his skin.

Mo Chen squatted down gently and lit a bunch of spiritual fire in his hand, allowing him to see more clearly in the darkness.

He saw a pair of bright eyes. Under the light of the fire, the girl seemed to move and raised her little head.

Those pitiful eyes that were as charming as a female deer showed a hint of pleading when they looked at Mo Chen.

It's like a drowning person suddenly grasping a straw on the shore. There is hope, but it is very slim.

She was also the only child Mo Chen saw along the way who responded to his arrival.

Mo Chen asked Weed, who was holding an oil lamp, "What's going on with this child?"

"You want to buy her?"

The tone of this weed seemed a bit unbelievable, which made Mo Chen very dissatisfied. Why did this bitch talk so much nonsense?

"Guest, do you want to consider other products? With all due respect, this girl has a problem with her appearance and is also sick.

Even if you buy it back, it will die soon. There are other products here that are in good condition and have great potential. As long as you look at them, I am doing this for your own good. "

Weed was talking nonchalantly, not noticing that Mo Chen's expression in front of the iron cage was getting worse and worse.

"You fucking talk a lot of nonsense."

Mo Chen stood up fiercely and punched the weed hard on the face. The punch was so powerful that it knocked the weed to the ground.

"For my own good? Or for your own commission?"

Pulling out the revolver from his waist, Mo Chen opened the revolver directly, stuffed twelve bullets in front of the weeds, and then pointed the gun at the weeds.

"I'll give you one last chance to tell me all the information about this child."

The black muzzle of the gun made Weed immediately lose his will to resist. He forgot that this guest was not a good person.

Cao Cao understood very well that his little intention of making more money had been seen through by the customers in front of him. He quickly got up and kowtowed in front of Mo Chen:

"Spare your life, spare your life, I will tell you all the information about this child right away."

"You'd better keep your word."

Mo Chen said coldly and waved to Rosemary behind him.

The maid stepped forward, already holding a saber in her hand, gesturing in front of the weeds.

The meaning was obvious, if Weed tried any more tricks, Rosemary would immediately slit his throat with this knife.

The girl in the iron cage stared blankly at the scene in front of her. When she saw the weed who often abused them being knocked to the ground by Mo Chen, she couldn't help but want to let out a few cheers.

But feeling the extremely painful wound deep in her throat that would be extremely painful at the slightest movement, she closed her open mouth again.

"I don't know when this girl was brought here. Anyway, she was already here before I was ordered to take charge here."

Under the threat of death, Weed stumbled and recounted the information he knew.

"How long have you been working here?"

"Four... four months."

"What is this child's race?"

"It seems to be water... rice."

Rice? Mo Chen was slightly startled, and immediately released his spiritual power to explore the girl in the iron cage.

Although the first-level spiritual power is very weak, it has awakened the chosen skill.

"What's wrong with her?"

"No... I don't know. We will only forcibly inject some antibiotics and cardiac injections to maintain their vital signs when these children are almost out of breath."

Mo Chen put down the revolver in his hand, and weeds climbed up from the ground, waiting humbly for Mo Chen's next words.

"How many world points does this child need?"

"Two...no, just give me 10,000 world points."

Looking at Mo Chen's eyes that wanted to kill someone, Cai Cao silently swallowed back the offer of 200,000 world points.

This kid isn't worth a few world points anyway, so he might as well be a favor and send these two plague gods away.

I thought it was a financial owner, but I didn't expect it to be a deadly owner.

"Take it."

Taking out a World Point Ticket and throwing it to Weed, Mo Chen came to the iron cage again and looked at the girl.

"Would you like to go with me?"

After hearing Mo Chen's words, the girl nodded without hesitation.