Chapter 38: Nightmare

Monday, left at 5:30, home at 12:00 at night.

Tuesday, left at 6:00, home at 11:40 at night.

Wednesday, this grandson went home last night, took a shower, went to the bathroom, and left at 4:30 to lie at the door of the factory, patting the door and telling Ye Chun to get up quickly...

Then Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

This grandson didn't know what a holiday was at all!

He was completely despising the Labor Law!

The middle-aged man who was stalking stared with bloodshot eyes, holding binoculars, looking at the quiet factory in the distance, his mind full of how to report him.

Are you even human?!

At first, he thought the young man was full of energy and liked to show off. Once he got used to it, he would know the bitterness of being a corporate slave and the difficulty of working, and naturally, he would start to slack off and cut corners.

As a result, this grandson, starting from the second week, directly carried his bedding and moved in?!

He didn't leave!

Even didn't show his face every day?!

No, big brother, is there a mountain of gold and silver or a beautiful man-woman in there? Do you like working so much?

If it weren't for the fact that the owner of this factory area was Ye Xian, a master who no one dared to provoke in Yacheng, the middle-aged man would have rushed in and given Ji Jue two big slaps: Wake up, idiot, hurry up and go out to move around! Even if you don't hook up with Wen Wen, at least let me see if you are a Chosen summoner, okay?

It wasn't just the stalker; Ye Chun was also about to cry.

No, she was already crying.

"Big brother, Ji Jue, you are my senior, okay? Spare me, I'll give you the key, you can go wherever you want and take whatever you want, okay? Don't drag me to grind together."

After discovering that she had stayed up late for several days and had dark circles under her eyes, Ye Chun's little pearls couldn't stop falling: "Senior sister really can't grind as well as a pervert like you!"

"If not, go out, go fall in love! If you can't find anyone, I can introduce a junior sister to you..."

"What is Senior Sister saying?!"

Ji Jue was furious: "We must work together and make progress together! How can you be so slack? Do you still remember Professor Ye's earnest instructions before she left?"

"You don't want Professor Ye to come back and find that aside from your weight increasing, you have no progress on your thesis, right?"

Ye Chun already wanted to give him two punches.

You can stop that taste!

She finally knew why her aunt didn't even assign homework this time and just left... Ever since the day she allowed this dog to run into her nest, she couldn't escape the fate of being ground.

"How many days have you not taken a shower, big brother?"

She scrutinized his bearded, bloodshot-eyed, hair-matted, listless ghost appearance, just wanting to call the police: "If you are going to die from overwork, can you not die in my workshop?"

"Take a shower? Sleep? Fall in love?!"

Ji Jue opened his eyes wide, his pale face showing an even more excited smile: "I love learning, okay! I love alchemy! The workshop is my home!"

Bang!

Inside the furnace, the broken sword blade rang out, like ten thousand armies screaming from blood and fire. In it, the shadow of the towering throne woven from scarlet and miserable white appeared from the spiritual quality!

Just like that, amidst Ji Jue's weird laughter, following Ascension, Entropy, and Wasteland, the fourth totem governing disaster, strife, discord, and slaughter was achieved.

——Virtue·【Great Crowd/Mass】!

"Haha, hahaha——"

Ji Jue looked at the progress on his watch that had already completed one-third, put his hands on his hips, and laughed up at the sky: "This is the gold content of a professional grind-emperor, understand?"

Heaven does not give birth to me Ji Jue, the grind-dog is like a long night for all eternity!

Refine it——"

In the maddening laughter, he felt his vision gradually darken, and the laughter became lower and lower.

He fell backward.

Click, click.

After a crisp sound of chewing potato chips, Ye Chun sighed expressionlessly, "I knew it, a grind-dog like you will grind yourself to death sooner or later."

No saving him, he's stopped breathing, can contact for cremation.

I will order the highest specification glorious funeral and five-son crying grave for you, and then sprinkle your ashes into Tianmen Lake, telling every new junior brother and junior sister that this is the end of being a grind-dog!

Muttering like this, she reached into the cabinet and took out a bottle that was sealed solemnly. After taking 1 ml with a dropper, she diluted it with 300 ml of water, and finally, poured the orange-red liquid into Ji Jue's mouth.

Visible to the naked eye, a hint of ruddiness appeared on his pale face.

His eyelids twitched.

Ji Jue opened his eyes blankly, seeing Ye Chun's helpless expression.

His memory was still stuck a few minutes ago, and he didn't know what had happened at all.

"The aftereffects caused by long-term spiritual quality deficiency, occasional consciousness interruption and energy decline are just early phenomena. If you don't rest, I can take junior brothers and sisters to the mental hospital to see you acting like a monkey in the future."

Ye Chun pinched his face unceremoniously, rubbing it arbitrarily: "Get, roll, rest, did you hear me?"

Ji Jue actually wanted to say that I could grind for a while longer, but when he saw Ye Chun's sharp eyes that were exactly the same as Professor Ye's, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and nodded hard.

"Rest is good, rest is good, I love resting the most!"

Feeling, like thorns on his back.

Not learning anything good from Professor Ye, only learning the dregs!

Thus, resentful, reluctant, looking back three times for every step, Ji Jue carried his package, and after five days, finally crawled out of the workshop, went home to wash up, and sleep.

Farther away, the stalker lay in the car, raised his head listlessly, took a look, and withdrew his gaze.

Damn, tired, let it be destroyed.

"After so many days, you still can't find anything? What are you doing?"

The old voice on the phone was full of indifference: "Do you know how urgent the other side is urging? After such a long time, you haven't done anything, can't even stalk a person. Why don't you consider changing your boss?"

"Don't, don't, boss, there's already a clue."

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely: "I've already contacted Nightmare, just waiting for that kid to show his face. At the latest tomorrow, I'll dig out how many times that kid looked at the one surnamed Wen for you!"

"Better be that way! Otherwise, go explain it to the other side yourself!" The impatient old man Jiang Jin hung up the phone.

Only the middle-aged man in the minivan, who didn't even dare to turn on the air conditioning to save gas, was left sweating profusely, holding the phone, hesitating for a long time, and finally dialed another phone.

"The boss doesn't want to wait." He said: "You have to come over."

"Wouldn't it have been better to say that earlier? Why drag it out for so long."

On the other end of the phone, the person called 'Nightmare' mocked: "A dead kid, you've been stalking him for so long, didn't even dare to put a bug, what results can you have?"

"Still not sure if he's a Chosen summoner, what if he is? In this kind of thing, caution is the best policy."

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at the figure that disappeared in the distance, and for some reason, suddenly felt a chill: "You be careful too, that kid is 100% abnormal, I think he's a bit evil."

"Alright, alright, send the money first."

Nightmare sneered: "I can dig out what you want, but if he becomes a fool, don't blame me... you know, my style is a bit rough."

"Don't leave any traces or horse feet, you know?"

The middle-aged man finally urged: "The boss doesn't like people making mistakes when doing things. If it's exposed..."

"Don't worry, it won't implicate you. I'm going to the Empire tomorrow. Even if the Security Bureau is awesome, can they grow wings and run to Rhine Port to catch me?"

Nightmare's smile became strange: "Didn't expect that I could still have a good time before leaving."

The phone hung up.

The middle-aged man smoked silently, didn't speak again, but for some reason, suddenly considered the problem of retirement.

It's just that, after so many years, following that Jiang guy, doing so many things that couldn't see the light... can his luck really last until the day of retirement?

Not to mention retirement, without their protection, I'm afraid his body would be floating to the sea tomorrow afternoon.

In the afternoon sun, he looked at his bearded, inhuman appearance in the rearview mirror, and suddenly envied the figure riding a motorcycle and humming a tune away.

Even if he looked ignorant and stupid.

But at least he could still live in the light...

On the other end of the hung-up phone, melodious music and prompts sounded from the broadcast system.

In front of the customs entrance, Nightmare hung up the phone, walked leisurely, passed the security check and verification, and walked into the first-class lounge.

"Sir, please have some tea."

The waiter served tea, smiling like a flower, inexplicably feeling a good impression of this strange traveler.

"Thank you."

The man called Nightmare put down his briefcase, looking like a traveling businessman who could be seen everywhere, leaning on the sofa in the independent lounge, looking tired: "I want to rest for a while, please don't let anyone disturb me, okay?"

"Okay, sir."

The waiter stepped back two steps and considerately closed the door for him.

Thus, in the silence, only the man and the water mist rising from the teacup remained. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass was the busy scene of the airport apron.

Airships rising and falling like buildings traveled in the clouds and sky, going in all directions.

He wasn't going to the Empire tomorrow, but tonight, and after finishing this order, he would leave quickly.

And he wasn't going to the Empire, but to the islands outside Middle Earth.

Just like what the employer's subordinate told him, safety first. No one knew if those guys wanted to use this 'last order' to silence him because he knew too much.

When doing anything, you always have to leave a hand.

After so many years in Haizhou, he had already saved a considerable amount of savings in the bank's anonymous account, enough for him to buy a mountain and a fishing ground over there, and then hire a few employees to fish and surf comfortably until he died of old age.

This business that he took on a whim was just to raise the configuration of his future yacht to a higher level.

Should he add a karaoke set? He didn't like singing much, but the singing voice of island girls was famous for being melodious...

Thus, amidst the scattered thoughts, he held the teacup, took out the document that had already been sent to his hand from the briefcase, looked at the photos and records on it, and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

He had originally said that it was possible to catch a big fish of a Chosen summoner and sell it to others for a windfall, but he didn't expect that it was really just a stupid kid who didn't know anything.

Still a Cursed One with a probability of corruption dozens of times higher than ordinary people.

Was that old thing Jiang Jin really senile, or was he sick and seeking medical treatment?

It had nothing to do with him.

At least, he could still have a good time.

Amidst the long-lost hunger, he leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowed down, and soon, fell into a deep sleep.

And before his eyes closed, the evil spirit in his pupils disappeared a step earlier.

At this moment, in this place, only an empty shell remained.

The Dream-Eating Tapir set off from the dream and went to a new playground.

At the same time, Ji Jue, who had just returned home and took a shower, couldn't help but yawn. Suddenly, the sleepiness that was still within the tolerance range suddenly surged like a tide.

So much so that he couldn't even wipe himself completely dry.

"Wait, it seems, not..."

Right?

He staggered forward two steps, half-lying on the bed, and before he could climb up, he fell into a deep sleep.

Snoring sounded.

Long-term spiritual quality deficiency and weakness, his ability couldn't even react, and before he could react, he had already fallen into the dream woven by the Tapir.

Without any power to resist.

And then, in the void, endless nightmares rose like a tide! ===== CHAPTER 39 =====