Chapter 165: Grudges (Thanks to Chen Ergou for the alliance leader

Like all unexpected troubles, bad news always comes suddenly.

For example, closing the door and remembering you didn't bring the key or turn off the gas, finding half a cockroach butt in the plate after eating, opening your eyes and finding the pet having diarrhea at the head of the bed while you seemed to have eaten chocolate in your dream...

Sometimes, when a teammate suddenly can't think straight and wants to explode with you, it's also quite helpless.

People can't speak in extremely speechless situations.

It's just that this time is different from usual, it's possible you'll never be able to speak again in this life.

When Kong Yebai just picked up the walkie-talkie and cried out that the High Priest was in big trouble, everyone heard the faint ticking sound from the rapid panting and heartbeat...

Right in his rapidly rising and falling chest.

When the dazed teammate subconsciously reached out and tore open his collar, he saw that pitch-black stitch that even Kong Yebai hadn't noticed.

The moment he reacted, the person at the very front couldn't help but stare:

"You fu—"

Boom!!!

Just like that, with the last half of his life's curse, he closed his eyes forever.

Flames and air waves spread, and a large amount of explosives and degenerate poison crushed into powder swallowed everything like a tsunami. Scarlet danced like a tide, sweeping and shrouding every inch of space.

The scorching blood rain fell one after another like fireworks, gathering in this violent heat wave. With the deafening roar, broken limbs and arms rose to the ceiling, flew out of the window, or crossed the collapsed wall, sprinkling in the corridor.

I don't know how many unlucky patients were instantly crushed into powder, and more hungry patients swarmed in, ecstatic gluttons, licking, excitedly screaming.

And in the billowing thick smoke, shrill wailing came.

In the corner of the wall, several squirming figures wailed, struggling, wanting to crawl out of the fire.

After all, the hastily made nitroglycerin explosion couldn't compare to the phlogiston explosives of Lu Feng in the past, and the hardness of the Chosen One's life exceeded common sense. Even after taking such a terrifying explosion in the face, they could still leave a breath.

One Large Group, one White Deer, and one Wasteland, all of them are known for their hard lives. But now, suffering such ravaging suddenly, eight or nine out of ten breaths have already gone.

But it happened to be raining on the roof, and outside the shattered wall, shrill laughter and crying came. The ghost fetus crawling on the wall like a wild dog poked its head out, grinning hungrily, opening its mouth wide.

After inhaling a large amount of flesh and residual spirits in a storm-like manner, it turned back and set its sights on a Chosen One with tragic injuries, opening its giant mouth and pouncing on him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!! Help... save... save me... save me!!!"

Amidst the miserable shouts, he rolled on the floor, but the remaining teammates whose injuries were not too serious couldn't care anymore, as if they hadn't heard it, crawling out with hands and feet, not even paying attention to the impatient questioning in the walkie-talkie in the corner of the wall.

But unfortunately, after passing through the billowing thick smoke, the first thing they saw was a pale, ghostly face.

Amidst the squirming flesh and blood, it turned into a brand-new face.

Floating a smile.

Reaching out a hand toward the survivor, gently, a little.

"Sleep, have a good sleep." Xie Lan's tone was gentle: "After waking up, everything will be over."

Things the size of dust particles floated vaguely into his mouth and nose, and then, the living poison-gu formed by the combination of poison and curse took root and spread rapidly along the spiritual quality.

In an instant, the two survivors turned into stiff living corpses, standing beside him.

Material +2

"Hey, the move was really fast, isn't it a bit exaggerated?"

Xie Lan slowly got up, hands in his white coat pockets, glancing at the tragic situation in the office, sighing: "I was going to watch a dragon-and-tiger fight..."

He asked curiously: "When did the Anquan Bureau people become so crazy?"

"Speaking ill of others behind their backs at will, this is not a good habit."

Behind him, Ji Jue, who was "late," walked slowly from behind the corridor, reminding: "Especially stealing other people's spoils, it's even worse."

"Where did I steal it?" Xie Lan stared in indignation, "I did exert effort just now, you wouldn't give me nothing, right?"

"Okay, the biological part is yours, the spiritual quality is mine." Ji Jue nodded readily, as if he had expected it.

Xie Lan shook his head immediately, "What do I want so many living corpses for? It's enough to have a few experimental subjects. You took all the most valuable things directly, isn't that too stingy?!"

Ji Jue didn't care about the other party's lion's opening, following the flow: "The other way around is fine, I don't care."

Since everyone can't be satisfied, let everyone be dissatisfied.

Ji Jue got these severed limbs and empty shells, at least he could recycle and reuse them. At worst, he could cultivate a batch of degenerate poison to make bombs.

But Xie Lan, a Vortex lineage, what's the use of so much spiritual quality?

He doesn't even have a spiritual cage.

"Tsk..."

Xie Lan couldn't help but shake his head, estimating that there wasn't much time left, and could only sigh: "Forget it, just do as you say."

After the agreement was made hastily, the two no longer guarded against each other, and a group of living corpses swarmed up and started to clean up the scene against time.

After Xie Lan sent out a swollen living corpse to open its mouth and swallow the last piece of severed limb, Ji Jue's spiritual cage at his waist was almost full, and the skull's eyes were scarlet.

The matrix decomposed by the Disintegration Technique finally let the Mechanical Descent eat its fill.

This skillful spiritual operation and the means of scraping off the goose feathers made Xie Lan open his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the two belonged to different lineages and their resource needs didn't overlap much, I'm afraid he would have started muttering "this son must not be kept" in his heart.

The harmonious looting had just ended, and the patients who gathered in the corridor fled in panic, not daring to stay any longer. Then, footsteps came like a rainstorm, hurriedly.

One stiff human figure after another walked out from the shadows. Walking at the very front was the hideous Director Qian, the stitches cracked, blood slowly flowing out, and the smile was no longer visible.

"What's going on?"

The pitch-black eyes scanned everyone present, falling on the tragic situation in the office: "What happened? Why did such a big accident happen again?!"

"Don't know."

Ji Jue shook his head, thinking carefully, and concluded: "Maybe it was a violation of electrical appliance usage? Maybe the microwave exploded?"

Director Qian suddenly approached.

Without warning, close at hand.

A pair of hollow eyes stared fixedly at Ji Jue, holding half a broken skull in his hand: "Wasn't he just on your side?"

"Yes."

Ji Jue nodded, "Everything was fine when I went out, Director Qian, you have to testify for me.

As a result, I went over to ask clearly after checking the ward and saw that the very precious personal items in the office were gone...

Hey, knowing people and knowing faces, who would have thought he was such a person?"

As he said, Ji Jue bent down, picked up a blessing creation in front of everyone, and put it in his pocket. Under the gaze of countless cold eyes, he sighed, his expression regretful.

Then, Director Qian turned back and looked at Xie Lan:

"What about you?"

"I came to help."

Xie Lan smiled innocently, "Loving each other, friendly family. The hospital is a big family, how can I stand by when a colleague has an accident?

Unfortunately, everyone's injuries were too heavy, and no one survived, what a pity."

"Is that so?" Director Qian asked.

"That's exactly it."

The two nodded in unison, without hesitation.

Immediately after, the sound of chewing rang out, so crisp, the broken bones and flesh on the ground seemed to be swallowed by a giant mouth that couldn't be seen, disappearing completely.

Then, accompanied by the wailing of residual spirits in the air, the originally damaged wall actually shrank and closed rapidly.

It was like a giant monster that couldn't be seen was healing slowly.

"Mutual love is a good thing, keep it well, don't forget your main job."

Director Qian finally turned back, looking at the two, suddenly grinning: "The hospital is afraid it will be busy for a while, you must work hard."

One strange and stiff figure after another disappeared into the corridor.

Director Qian, who was walking at the end, reached out and finally patted Ji Jue on the shoulder.

Leaving behind a cold aura that didn't dissipate for a long time.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue smiled, watching them go away.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't do it in front of them, they won't care."

Xie Lan said: "Causing such a big battle this time, I'm afraid it's also because the work area was damaged, right? Don't get caught, you will be recorded and fired."

"I will pay attention."

Ji Jue smiled and nodded: "Exchange experience with Dr. Xie when you have time next time."

"Forget it, I'm just doing research." Xie Lan shook his head, admiring and sighing: "It's terrible to be able to make a ruthless move so quickly."

"Is it?"

Ji Jue looked over in confusion, "Treating bad people, you should strike hard, right? Are you a bad person?"

"I'm not." Xie Lan shook his head decisively.

"What a coincidence, me neither."

Ji Jue laughed, waving goodbye: "I'm a righteous messenger passing by."

Just like that, watching Ji Jue's figure disappear into the darkness.

The ghostly mouse poked out from under Xie Lan's collar, and for some reason, actually breathed a sigh of relief: "Damn, is the Anquan Bureau so wild when recruiting now?"

"It has nothing to do with the Anquan Bureau."

Xie Lan stared at the direction he disappeared, shaking his head slightly: "That guy is an anomaly even in Yacheng. If it were you, would you dare to get involved in the election of the speaker at the Invocation stage? The Lou family has suffered a big loss on him.

Do you believe he is a good person who loves peace, is gentle and kind?"

As he said, he couldn't help but sneer: "Just wait and see, the Huaxie Sect provoking such a person can be considered provoking a ghost."

"I'm back from ghosting."

Ji Jue whistled, carrying the ghost fetus back to the office like a dog.

He patted the ghost fetus's butt casually, and the ghostly thing understood and opened its mouth, spitting out a pile of various alchemy works piled up like a small mountain.

Most of them were shoddy goods that couldn't be seen at all. There were also a few blessing works, which was a pity. I don't know which grave the Huaxie Sect guys dug them out from, but there were too many backdoors and traps.

Either you lose more than half of your blood after one use, or you will be contaminated with curses after using it too much. They can only be destroyed and fed to the Mechanical Descent, which made the number 【2】 on the dial finally completely filled. Just a little bit, and Ji Jue, who already had a blessing in hand, could logically step into the last stage of the Invocation period.

Still need to find time to expand the spiritual cage, otherwise, with so much spiritual quality, I'm afraid it won't be long before the container made casually will be completely blown up.

Mechanical Descent is a capability that consumes a considerable amount of spiritual quality. Even if Ji Jue has the spiritual supply of himself and his cousin, he still feels insufficient.

Reserves that can replace one's own spiritual quality to supply consumption in other places are naturally the more the better.

Besides, so much spiritual quality and materials...

Ji Jue pinched his chin, examining the skull in front of him, and the applications of various modern alchemy taught by Professor Ye emerged in his heart...

How could he be able to build another big bomb?

Not having been so rich for a long time, the mood that had been suppressed since entering the Time Ruins became happy.

However, Tong Hua, who was sorting out the records beside him, seemed to be distracted.

Always in a daze.

Absent-minded.

Ji Jue looked over in confusion, "What's wrong? Any other discoveries?"

"No, not yet, the things in the archives are too messy, a thousand threads, still need some time." Tong Hua rubbed his eyebrows, and after hesitating for a long time, finally asked tentatively: "Are you... okay?"

"Hmm? What's wrong with me?" Ji Jue was puzzled, then vigilant, could it be some curse?

He hadn't noticed it from beginning to end?

"Uh, I mean..."

Tong Hua pondered, as if organizing words, and poked her head out carefully: "I feel like you recently, seem... like... maybe that, a bit... extreme?"

"Ah?"

Ji Jue was stunned, blank, looking at Tong Hua pointing at the dynamite bucket, and that pile of bloody surgical tools, finally realized, and couldn't help but pat his head.

"Hmm? Indeed." He thought for a while and nodded, "The move is so rough, it's really not particular, killing people is just a point on the head."

"Don't worry."

He waved his hand to guarantee, "It won't happen again in the future!"

After all, they are teammates, so I have to take care of their mental health.

The silly eldest miss hasn't seen many B-grade movies since she was a child, let alone bloody scenes in reality... Wouldn't it be better to do it quietly behind your back!

Responding to him was a helpless sigh.

"I'm not talking about that, it doesn't matter how garbage dies. Worshipping evil objects and destroying the foundation of reality is a crime that deserves death. It doesn't matter how you do it."

Tong Hua sighed, looking at him:

"I'm talking about you."

Ji Jue was stunned, pointing at himself, tilting his head:?

"I mean... you don't have to push yourself too hard, besides, there's me!"

Tong Hua only said half of her words, feeling that her example didn't seem reliable, and hurriedly changed her words: "Even if I can't be relied on, there are Sister Wen, Old Zhang, and Xiao An, right?

Although Tong Shan always has a dead face, when encountering such things, he must be the first to rush to the front. The First Division also has a complete prevention process for Time Ruins disasters.

Besides, the Tong family and Yacheng have coexisted for such a long time, and they will definitely not stand by and watch now."

She coughed twice, trying to put on a serious expression, and patted him on the shoulder: "There's no need to take so many things on yourself.

You've done enough, there's no need to be so tormented. Yacheng is so big, it's impossible for it to be destroyed just because the two of us couldn't take down the Huaxie Sect, right?"

Silence.

In the long silence, Ji Jue didn't speak, staring blankly at Tong Hua.

Until seeing Tong Hua herself felt guilty, lowered her head, sat back in her original position, awkwardly picking her feet, trying to find other topics to wipe out this black history.

Then, he heard Ji Jue's voice.

"So that's it..."

Ji Jue laughed in realization; since entering the Time Ruins, he had never smiled so sincerely before. "Thank you, Tong Hua."

He had never expected to feel such sincere concern and comfort from the silly eldest miss.

Compared to difficulties and troubles, she was still prioritizing his situation, truly treating him as a crucial friend to comfort.

Moved, even the thought of secretly grabbing a little handle of hers disappeared... for a little while.

And when Ji Jue's tone was no longer teasing and joking, Tong Hua became even more embarrassed, lowering her head, looking left and right.

"... Just know how to thank me."

She glared at Ji Jue fiercely: "Don't tsk me in the future, you know!"

Tsk...

"Did you tsk me again!"

Tong Hua stared, furious.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I promise, okay!"

Ji Jue raised his hand rarely sincerely, making a promise, and after comforting Tong Hua, who was full of shyness, he finally corrected: "However, there is one thing you might have misunderstood."

"Ah?" Tong Hua was puzzled.

"To tell you the truth, I don't have as much sense of mission as you think, nor do I have the sense of responsibility like Sister Wen, and I didn't have much interest in the Huaxie Sect originally.

Ji Jue thought for a while, shrugged slightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "The reason I did this is purely out of personal grudges, nothing more."

Tong Hua was silent and didn't speak again.

When Ji Jue smiled at this moment, there was no temperature in that smile, only bone-chilling coldness.

Yacheng?

He might worry about Yacheng, but only a little bit.

Even if the sky collapsed and the earth split, Professor Ye's workshop would still be as stable as a mountain, not losing half a tile.

Even if the old house where Ji Jue lived collapsed, it wouldn't cost much to rebuild it.

But, besides that?

Besides himself?

Brother Feng's company has already started work, the progress is gratifying, becoming a good partner for various breeding bases, and every time he finishes installing cameras, he brings various vegetables, tomatoes, and beans home. Although he scolds this behavior of defaulting on debts every time he comes back, he will still do the same the next day.

Ling is also learning very well at university, teachers and classmates like her very much, it is said that she won a gold medal during the school sports meeting.

Mom Lu has also laughed a lot more recently, and the portion of meat in cooking has also increased a lot.

The third one is a little crybaby, not good at learning, but will smile sweetly when holding his leg. The youngest likes to look at people and serve dishes, and the silly look when being smart is also very cute.

They are all very good people, the best people in the world.

Such people should enjoy this peaceful, tranquil, and happy life.

But?

There are always dog shit, garbage, bastards, pests... who can't see a little bit of light in other people's lives. Like clowns, intoxicated in the cesspit, praising the stench, worshipping evil fools

If the Time Ruins were to truly rupture in Outside Yacheng, under a pollution that surpassed dirty bombs and calamities, how many more tiny, fragile glimmers of light would be destroyed, and how many more poor wretches like Ji Jue would be created?

This world already had too many disasters.

It was already enough.

Countless times, when waking up in a cold sweat at midnight, Ji Jue often felt that perhaps he had already died in that raging fire ten years ago, and everything now was merely a hallucination before death.

The crying and wailing from his nightmares had echoed in his ears for over a decade, right up until today.

Right up until now.

Now, someone else wanted to push him, and everything he held dear as a treasure, into hell.

The Anquan Bureau might strike with thunderous force, the Tong family might also deal a ruthless blow, and perhaps even more righteous souls would stand up to fight against evil.

But that had nothing to do with Ji Jue.

In the shattered mirror, that smiling face was burning, countless regrets and frenzied rage rising from the flames in his eyes, a silent roar and howl.

Before that—

—I will tear you all into ten thousand pieces!