Chapter 189: Embarking on a New Journey

On an autumn afternoon, under the dazzling sun of Haizhou, the temperature was scorching.

Outside Quancheng, the white mist danced, and a line of slightly exhausted figures walked out slowly, wearing gas masks, their special protective suits covered in bloodstains.

The pathfinder walking at the very front still stood straight, holding a rolled-up flag, breaking through all obstacles along the way.

And the people behind were almost all injured, as if they had gone through a fierce battle, and some were lying on stretchers.

The burly giant at the end dragged a truck bed dismantled from a truck, piled high with messy giant corpses, as well as several altars that had been dismantled into pieces, and several unrecognizable corpses.

"It's already this time."

The person behind the captain looked up at the twilight sky, took off the mask, and the long hair behind her flowed down like water.

"It's dim and gloomy inside, and the time is all messed up."

Ji Xue sighed, "I originally thought we could make it for lunch, I'm starving."

"Hey, dinner isn't bad either."

Her twin brother Ji Liu yawned behind her, "That big thing exploded, splattered all over me, sticky as hell, I just want to go take a bath quickly.

Captain, want to go together?"

"You guys go first."

Tong Shan, who was holding the flag at the front, took off his mask and said indifferently: "Everyone hurry up, get some good rest, and after the supplies and equipment are replenished, we'll strive to explore all the previous areas."

"Still going down into the dungeon?" Ji Liu was shocked, "Brother, you've been in this damn place for half a month, and you've been down into the dungeon four times already. Don't you want to take a rest?"

But after asking, he regretted it, just as he had expected, Tong Shan replied calmly: "I have rested."

If a team member could relax during the intervals of entering the dungeon, then for the captain Tong Shan, there was only less than five hours of sleep a day and ten minutes of leisure in the work gap...

This kind of person, in the workplace, is generally called a "roll dog," but unfortunately, everyone who has worked with Tong Shan finds it hard to have any bad reviews for this captain who takes care of team members in everything, puts collective honor first, fights at the forefront, considers even menstrual periods and emotional fluctuations, and even takes time to make brown sugar ginger tea and listen to you scold your ex-boyfriend.

Really, I can't say it, and if I did, I'd be sacked by other colleagues.

This is truly a "male mother"!

"You talk too much."

Ji Xue kicked her brother's butt, making him stagger, and then leaned over, smiling sweetly: "Captain Tong, free tonight? A friend brought me a set of kitchenware, how about I make some old soup?"

"Snow Sister, I want to drink old soup too!"

The injured person on the stretcher grinned and teased: "I'm lacking nutrition, give it to me first, okay?"

Answering him was an unceremonious middle finger.

"Go to hell!"

For a time, the team burst into laughter.

But soon, the atmosphere became serious.

At the entrance of the outpost, someone had been waiting for a long time.

"Director?"

Tong Shan stopped: "Why are you here?"

"The work arrangements are almost done, I was worried about your situation, so I waited here to see if there were any distress signals. But others might say I'm slacking off."

Lu Yingyue under the parasol smiled slightly.

She didn't look old, her appearance was middle-aged, her smile was gentle, and only a few strands of mottled white hair were faintly visible under her hair clip.

At this moment, seeing that everyone had returned safely, her smile became more and more pleasant: "How was the harvest?"

"Hard to say."

Tong Shan sighed and pointed to the truck bed dragged by the giant next to him: "There are a few big guys that can be used for waste, chased the clues and destroyed a few dens, but only caught four or five idiots brainwashed by the Sin-Tainted Cult, half useless.

It was a wasted trip."

"It's good that you came back safely."

Lu Yingyue patted his shoulder, looked at Ji Xue who was expectant next to him, and reached out to pat hers as well, to show encouragement. And so, the happy little girl whistled and ran away.

Being disrespectful and not looking at the occasion, but she didn't mind.

"The Sin-Tainted Cult's infiltration of Quancheng hasn't been a day or two. During this period, manpower has been mobilized from all over Haizhou, and after completely breaking the blockade, naturally, we will sweep them away.

Early exploration only needs to figure out the situation as much as possible, don't force yourself too much."

Lu Yingyue paused slightly and advised: "And don't put personal emotions into your work."

"I know, Director, don't worry."

Tong Shan nodded indifferently: "I just want to explore the current blocks as soon as possible, there isn't much left this time, the next time should be enough to finish it in one go."

"That's the bad news I want to tell you."

Lu Yingyue shook her head slightly: "The Ring of Taiyi has come up with a new plan, but the gap is not small.

Currently, the time and resources of all artisans have been occupied, and the repair of equipment and replenishment of consumables will probably have to wait for a while.

You wouldn't go into the dungeon empty-handed, would you? Or pay out of your own pocket to ask someone to rush it? That bunch of artisans, when they start asking for prices, will probably all want to go to heaven."

Tong Shan was shocked when he heard this.

However, soon, he showed a rare smile, seemingly happy.

"It doesn't matter, I actually know a pretty good artisan."

Saying that, he took out his phone, looked at the messages that had accumulated for several days, "I heard he caused a big mess..."

He sighed, "I hope nothing happens."

Something happened.

Since a few days ago, the little Niu Ma who had been sent to the Recycling and Processing Department to work felt that something was wrong... to be more precise, it was like seeing a ghost!

Originally, when they heard that a young master from a big workshop had been kicked into this bitter nest because of fighting, everyone's hearts sank and their assholes tightened.

It was already hard enough to pick up trash and do manual labor day and night, but if another master who didn't do anything came to ride on their necks and act like a tyrant, who could stand it!

But if you can't stand it, you have to stand it; if you can't bear it, you have to bear it, just like how few apprentices who have no power, no money, and no one to rely on and can only sell their labor these days can maintain a tight and bouncy asshole.

Money is hard to earn and shit is hard to eat, but if this job were even a little bit fragrant, it wouldn't be the turn of these tool people manufactured in batches by superior conscription; real merit and contribution were things they couldn't even ask for in the past, so it was impossible to give them up just because the environment was a little harsh.

Everyone was prepared for a young master who would lie in a chair and act like a big shot to put pressure on them, but they didn't expect that a "roll dog" who was even crazier than them would come!

From the moment he entered the door, he started laughing at the sky and couldn't stop; after asking about the work focus, he started rushing into the workshop as if his life depended on it.

Rushing from day to night, and from night to day.

He didn't even change his isolation suit; the supervisor was almost scared to tears—if you want to die, please change to another place, brother, you're dying here, my ashes probably won't even be left, okay?

It wasn't until he had ruined six sets of tools that he yawned and went back to sleep.

As a result, after only a few hours, he appeared in the workshop again, once again starting to storm-absorb all scrapped equipment at a speed and efficiency that others couldn't reach.

In just four or five days, he alone had finished off two batches of hundreds of recycled items, and he still wasn't satisfied, even taking on the work of others.

This moved a group of Niu Ma to tears, almost setting up a longevity tablet for him.

With such a heaven-sent big shot, a great man in the world, digesting the pressure for everyone, the manual laborers in the Recycling Management Department actually had a few good days, at least having more time to try to exclude the pollution of Sin-Tainted aura on their own spiritual quality.

Contrary to the notorious reputations of madman, lunatic, and monster rumored by the young masters and ladies, the evaluation of Mr. Ji Jue by all the bottom-level Niu Ma was only four words.

—Reborn Parents!

As for the follower who came later, he also seemed to be from some workshop?

Not clear.

Looking at that appearance, he's probably here to help, right?

"We are the stars of the village~ no feelings left~ you said being together requires fortune-telling~"

The afternoon was a good time for work. At this moment, Ji Jue, who occupied an entire processing workshop, hung in mid-air, not even wearing a mask, directly exposed to the high-concentration Sin-Tainted pollution spiritual quality environment, skillfully dismantling and pulling at the giant metal pillar over two meters long in front of him.

The seemingly integrated giant pillar, under the dismantling of his skillful hands, was dismantled into parts that were pieced together so seamlessly that they were almost invisible, falling like rain.

Thrown into the furnace, purified and processed.

And the core composition, which contained spiritual quality circuits and many Benevolence Badges, was destroyed one by one under the destruction of Dissection, leaving only the flying metal dust falling down, like drifting snow, falling on Lou Feng's numb face.

Just like the dirt from a shovel on a coffin.

"But the snow~ drifts into the eyes~"

"Stop singing!"

Lou Feng wailed, shaking his head, trying hard to shake the dust pollution off his body, and by the way, shake the mental pollution out of his brain, almost begging:

"Master Ji, I beg you, stop singing!!!"

If Ji Jue had even a little bit of taste, he wouldn't be this physically and mentally exhausted, and if Ji Jue had even a little bit of singing technique, he wouldn't be missing his psychologist this much!

No technique, it's all damn emotion!

I don't know which bastard Lu Feng is, the songs Ji Jue copied from him are all kinds of earthy DJs, dynamic mountain songs...

Now that Ji Jue starts a head, he can almost sing the whole thing in his sleep when he talks in his sleep.

It's only been a few days!

If this continues, he feels that when he goes home again, he'll probably be a yellow-haired punk.

When he throws the car keys to the butler, he might even give two instructions: be careful, don't scratch the Ghost Fire I just bought.

Thinking of such a tragic future, he had the urge to crash into something and die right here.

Life is loveless.

"Probe, probe!"

Ji Jue in mid-air waved his hand, shouting without lowering his head: "Old Lou, don't just stand there, give me the number eight probe!"

"Oh."

Almost like muscle memory, before Lou Feng could react, he had already handed the tool over. When he came to his senses, he was actually refilling the water in Ji Jue's water bottle with a thermos.

He couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

It's over, I've almost completely turned into Follower A!

How can I go on living?!

A few days ago, as a firsthand witness to the "Association Apprentice Massacre," Lou Feng hadn't even had time to go back to sleep to comfort his wounded soul, when he was kicked into this ghost place by his own teacher!

"Why?!"

At that time, Lou Feng was shocked, "Aren't we at odds with Tide Sound Workshop? Why bother with him?"

"I've never been at odds with the one surnamed Ye, but this time when we had a meeting, did I raise any objections when she was speaking?"

Kong Qingyan asked without even raising her eyelids: "Seeking challenges naturally means challenging the strong; mixing with trash will eventually turn you into trash.

Finding teammates is the same.

Your talent can be called top-notch, and if given time, it's not impossible to obtain the title of Master in the future. But always playing with a bunch of idiots, I guess I can't count on you to support me in my old age, and it'll be good if you don't send me off.

Just treat it as opening your eyes and seeing how others live."

She said: "Even if you can't get rid of the influence of the Lou family label for the rest of your life, you can't live only for the Lou family for the rest of your life. When you stop taking those halos that others put on you seriously, I, as a teacher, can almost look forward to your future."

"Strong?"

Lou Feng was shocked, angry: "What kind of..."

"You lost."

Master Kong interrupted him cleanly, telling him: "Twice."

Perhaps, more than twice.

But Lou Feng...

Master Kong looked at her student and asked the question that made Lou Feng unable to sleep peacefully to this day:

"... Do you still want to keep losing?"

And so, just like that, Young Master Lou, dejected, helpless, and unwilling but gritting his teeth and stomping his feet, carried his bag and followed behind Ji Jue.

Embarking on a new journey toward the path of Niu Ma.

Recommending a book by an old friend, "Once You Hear the Dao, You Ascend to Immortality"

Haichuan is also an old author, interested friends can take a look, I think you won't be disappointed~ ===== CHAPTER 190 =====