Chapter 213

Ji Jue moved a little.

Moved again, then moved again.

Dodging left and right, helplessly avoiding, pressing down the dog's head: "Stop licking, Brother, stop licking—"

Zongcai grins, tongue hanging out, persistently arching its head into Ji Jue's arms, indomitable, then repeatedly placing Ji Jue's hand on its body, tail wagging wildly.

The fur is smooth and oily; once the hand lands on it, it instinctively starts petting.

From top to bottom.

Zongcai wags its tongue, and after being petted comfortably, it generously lies on the ground and rolls over, exposing its little belly, signaling Ji Jue to continue.

Ji Jue sighs, full of worry, with no time to focus on petting the dog.

Since last night until now, having stayed up all night, feeling restless—the strange change in Quancheng is secondary; the key is the problem with himself.

After all, even if others haven't noticed, how could he not be clear about it?

How, when everyone was killing, setting fires, and robbing workshops in Quancheng, and everything was stable and improving, did he inexplicably suffer the Edge of Metamorphosis?!

Didn't he uninstall it cleanly last time?! How are there still residual files?

Even he himself is a bit overwhelmed...

Although it's quite refreshing, and he didn't suffer a loss, and his understanding of Yu Jin has jumped up a notch, the key is that this occasion is wrong!

Quancheng is now rampant with evil things, far from the Sanctuary of Supreme Goodness, simply a demonic realm in the literal sense.

Last time, Zhifu hadn't had time to poke its head out before he slashed it in the face; he doesn't know how many stitches it took, but it must have been pounding its chest and stamping its feet under the vortex—don't let me catch you, kid!

As a result, not long after, he is here again with nail clippers to give Brother Zhifu a pedicure...

Fortunately, Du Deng, that little shrimp, is too disappointing, to the point that Zhifu doesn't even look down on him and doesn't care at all. He can only pray that Brother Zhifu has a big family and a big business and doesn't care about this loss of a few melons and dates. If it really discovers any clues, it might get ruthless and call a few vans of people to deal with him directly.

Ji Jue lets out a long sigh, angrily rubbing the dog's head.

"You tell me, who invented this broken thing called the Heavenly Track?" he mutters to himself: "I'm just a temp, understand? A temp who hasn't even signed a contract...

You have to treat the cattle and horses well, Brother; you didn't pay my social security for a single day, and even the work-related injury was paid for by myself. How did you suddenly make me go to work and even start doing inspections?"

Zongcai grins and smiles, licking its only employee, and even if he might be mentally challenged, it doesn't mind at all.

Ji Jue becomes increasingly helpless.

Several times he has wanted to snatch the watch off and stuff it into Zongcai's vest, advising it to hire someone else.

But he really can't bear the bond and connection with Brother Watch for so many years, and besides, it's too late to want to cut ties now.

What were you doing earlier?

From the moment Brother Watch saved his life under the truck, he has been locked together with this big pile of messes.

Even if Ji Jue doesn't want to admit it and wants to freeload, Feigong was something he sought out himself.

The Feigong Matrix originates from the Sage Mercury, Mercury belongs to Mo, and the wristwatch comes from the Heavenly Track Group, and the Heavenly Track Group originates from the Central Empire...

It looks like two completely different sources, possibly even incompatible, but Feigong and the wristwatch are actually able to seamlessly connect, and even compatible with the Edge of Metamorphosis!

Ji Jue even feels that these things might have been a whole set originally!

God knows how many bowls of beef noodles that bunch of crazy artisan Mohists made with a tap of their little heads, and what kind of deadly things they figured out with their world-shocking wisdom.

Just thinking about the work that artisans could do in the history of ancient alchemy makes Ji Jue afraid.

Now that he is trapped and struggling to survive in Quancheng, life is already hard enough, and just as the Edge of Metamorphosis finished freeloading off him and hadn't left long after pulling up its pants, Zongcai came looking for him again.

You guys can't be like this!

And Zongcai just smiles, licking his chin and hands with its tongue, wagging its tail and lying in his arms.

As if awarding a commendation to a model employee.

Calm down, Ji Jue, calm down!

Being approachable is just a capitalist's disguise!

Greedy executives will squeeze out the last drop of sweat and blood from the cattle and horses, mercilessly discarding the tool person like worn-out shoes; how can you be fooled by this sugar-coated bullet?

Even if Zongcai suddenly opened its mouth in the next moment and said 'You, go and eliminate that bunch of wandering artisans', he wouldn't be surprised at all.

But its fur really feels smooth.

Slippery and smooth.

Pet it some more, soothe his wounded soul, and calm his nerves.

"You can't mess with me, okay? Otherwise, I'll go to the Central Empire for labor arbitration... Did you hear? Dogs are human's best friends, but capitalists are not..."

Ji Jue mutters to himself, his eyes lifted from beginning to end, gazing at the simple temporary furnace in front of him, quietly waiting for the blessing to rise and the miracle to condense in the flames.

But he didn't notice that his teammates had already moved further and further away from him at some point.

The large hiding place had almost gathered in another corner.

Everyone huddled together, poking their heads to look at Ji Jue in the corner, watching him pet the air from time to time, muttering to himself, their hair standing on end.

"He's probably crazy, right?" Jiang Xuan sighs with worry.

"It's possible he's been possessed by something dirty!"

Ji Xue says decisively: "When Ji Liu ran to someone's grave to play during summer vacation when he was a child, he was like this when he came back, crying and laughing loudly, tearing up all his homework, and even crazily eating shit; a beating was enough, and after he woke up, he forgot everything."

"I didn't eat shit!" Ji Liu is furious.

Ji Xue spreads her hands, becoming increasingly proud: "Look, I said, a beating is enough!"

"You're really climbing the roof and uncovering the tiles, aren't you." Ji Liu is furious, going to pull her hair, and the siblings wrestle together for the umpteenth time.

After finally calming down a bit, Xu Guan sighs and pacifies: "Alright, alright, don't talk behind people's backs; no one is perfect. Brother Ji Jue is so honest and friendly, it's inevitable to have some shortcomings; we should respect and understand, maybe Yu Jin is all like this."

"What's wrong with us Yu Jin?"

Now it's Lou Feng's turn to stare: "We Yu Jin are very normal; you can't generalize, okay!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, that's right, that's right, it's like this."

"Normal, all normal."

"Everyone is a team, a loving family!"

Lou Feng feels for the first time that people are so powerless when facing slander and prejudice.

Watching helplessly as the few good reputations of the artisans were ruined by Ji Jue.

And on the other side, Ji Jue's 'craziness' seems to have finally ended.

He stands up respectfully, nodding and bowing to the air, waving at the corner, seeing off something that didn't exist at all.

Watching this, Lou Feng only feels increasingly tired.

"What the hell are you doing! Did you take the wrong medicine!"

"This is the workplace."

Ji Jue sighs: "Working makes people humble."

He has already given up explaining to people 'There was a dog here just now, it was the president of the Heavenly Track Group, it just came to see me, thought I was mentally challenged, licked me twice, and then left wagging its tail'... Reality and reason don't allow it.

Besides, he would rather that it was just his hallucination.

On one hand, the connection with the Mohists is too dangerous and really not something that can be spoken of. Besides, reality is already troublesome enough, so don't add any more chaos for everyone.

Boom!

Outside the temporary spiritual quality blockade, in the observation window, the distant roar comes again.

Since last night, it hasn't stopped!

Under the eternal night sky, ear-piercing cracking sounds ring out from time to time, residual spirits roar, evil things run, and the entire Quancheng has become a mess.

Good news, they don't need to go and report; the Huaxie Sect launched the plan first, and now, let alone the outpost, the power of the entire Haizhou is probably gathering towards Quancheng, and the Federation's eyes are focused here...

And the bad news is, the Huaxie Sect seems to be overwhelmed.

After sweeping away the dark style of fleeing when seeing the light in the past, having gathered such a huge force, it actually started to wrestle with the Anquan Bureau by relying on its many operations within Quancheng.

In the continuous shaking of the earth and mountains, the two sides are fighting fiercely.

This time, it is clearly a look of 'the barefoot are not afraid of those wearing shoes', wanting to fight the Anquan Bureau to the end.

And the blockade inside Quancheng has also become more than one layer tighter; all routes have been stirred into a mess, intricate like a labyrinth. Besides that, monitoring and detection are also scattered like stars, leaving no gaps at all, strict as an iron bucket.

Before the situation is clear, in order to avoid being easily killed by some passing strong evil fool, they can only hide quickly and hide in the cracks.

This is when Tong Zhiwu's value is shown.

Relying on psychokinesis to directly move away an entire ruin, then digging out a basement underneath, and after Jiang Xuan reinforced the structure, Ji Jue and Lou Feng conducted temporary workshopization, isolating the internal and external spiritual quality. Then Xu Guan erased the records and tracks, applying confusion.

Finally, cover the ruins back up as they were.

Just like that, they barely managed to make a hiding place; although it can't withstand a magnifying glass scanning inch by inch, at least they can temporarily survive.

Everyone rests, prepares, and the workaholic Ji Jue quickly puts his time into the action of processing stolen goods, racing against time to cash in.

This is when Young Master Lou's value is shown again; besides being able to help and process materials at critical moments, even luxury goods like small mobile refining furnaces can be taken out of his pocket, and they are top-notch goods tuned by a master.

Although he warned Ji Jue repeatedly not to break the furnace, when it was time to share the same boat, he still didn't hesitate.

At this moment, accompanied by the receding fire and the dissipation of residual high temperature, the entire underground space becomes increasingly stuffy.

But the teammates don't care much.

Instead, as if joining in the fun, they surround the furnace, watching the live furnace-opening program with great interest, just like watching a streamer open a kiln to sell teacups in a live broadcast room.

And seeing that Ji Jue also doesn't care, Lou Feng, who was pulled in to help, is too lazy to explain to others what a taboo thing this is.

Let them watch, he also wants to watch...

What exactly did Ji Jue mess around with all night?

In a crisp, light sound of steel friction, there is no flowing light or color, no purple air coming from the east, and not even any sound, light, or electrical effects; a wisp of silver light flows out from the furnace without a sound and falls into Ji Jue's toolbox.

If one has to say, the surface of the mercury appears sparkling and brilliant, dazzling and gorgeous, making one want to take out a mobile phone to take a picture for Moments.

But immediately after, Lou Feng notices the abnormality and subconsciously leans closer.

Staring and examining.

In a static state, the mercury itself should maintain a mirror surface due to its mass; how could it be constantly disturbed?

But immediately after, his shoulder is pressed by Ji Jue.

Clenched tight.

"Don't move—"

Lou Feng subconsciously wants to struggle, but immediately after, his pupils shrink rapidly; among the thousands of wisps of rippling light, there seems to be a line faintly swimming, floating past in front of his eyes.

Thin as a spider's thread.

So light that even breathing is enough to disturb it, yet so long, soaring in the sky of the shelter under the backing of hot air, dancing incessantly.

Under Ji Jue's careful control and gathering, it shrinks and returns.

Disappearing.

And at that very last moment, that silver hair-thin end lightly swept past Lou Feng's eyes for the last time, without any feeling.

Disappearing.

"Just this?"

He looks sideways at Ji Jue, having stayed up all night, wasted so many materials, and even invested a blessing, only to come up with such a thing?

Ji Jue does not answer.

Smiling without speaking, looking at him.

In the silence, Lou Feng's expression gradually changes.

Right in front of his forehead, a wisp of broken hair falls, silently breaking from the center.

Fluttering, falling.

Really sorry, after returning home at night and sitting in front of the computer, after finishing a chapter, I feel like I'm exhausted.