Chapter 225: Friends Walk Together for Life

In the flames and thick smoke, the apprentices fled in all directions.

And accompanying the loud roar, the reborn monster hissed, greedily devouring the distortion pollution drifting in the air, greedily plundering every life within reach.

Growing again!

Only in the big blood eye, a trace of small confusion flashed...

Why did it seem like just blinking, and everything in front of him changed?

It seemed to be the workshop, but not that workshop. It seemed there were still many people, but not those people; it seemed he had just opened his eyes, but it seemed something was missing in the middle.

Right, right, right; wrong, wrong, wrong... Many contradictions and conflicts emerged from that non-existent small brain; the reason that had never existed might be confused by this, but at this moment, he was increasingly angry and violent amidst those many discordant contradictions.

Hungry devouring, ravaging, growing!

Among the crowd running in all directions, the only cripple with inconvenient legs and feet was still sitting at his operation table, leaning back.

Smiling and stroking the president's dog head, looking at the 'old friend's' high-spirited appearance.

Right, it was that distortion body that he had packed up with solid alchemy in the Association's recycling department earlier...

As the saying goes, meeting an old friend in a foreign land after a long drought...

In just a few days, everyone moved from the Association's recycling department to the Profound's garbage dump—the work was the same work, the environment was the same environment, and you and I were still that you and I.

Even if everything else was different...

The twists and turns and wonder of fate are really hard to predict.

In the dark, there is always a cycle...

"Thank you for your hard work."

Ji Jue stuffed the handle of the toolbox under the table into the president's mouth, finally rubbed its dog head, and watched it leave silently: "Just find a secret place to put it."

Boom!!!

The ceiling collapsed, flames spread.

The scattered apprentices cried out, actually returning again.

There was simply nowhere to escape!

The moment the alarm sounded, the underground workshop was instantly locked down, just like the work that should be done for every sewer. Don't damn well let the foul water back up to the top.

Inside and outside were isolated, locking in the disaster.

Thus, the apprentices could only cry and run wildly in a sorry state, trying to play hide-and-seek with the distortion body.

Fortunately, the underground part was big enough, and there were too many things to eat and waste materials, so that apart from the manager and the apprentice who didn't know what happened at the beginning, no one had died yet.

In the chaos, it wasn't that no one thought about counterattacking or gathering together to protect themselves.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Those sporadic attacks only angered the distortion body, and the carefully brewed attacks, apart from blowing up the outer shell made of waste materials, had no effect at all.

Instead, it made it notice this group of ants who didn't know what was good for them; its ferocity flared, and the metal limbs made of waste parts danced, starting to rampage in the workshop, destroying assembly lines and operation tables, gnawing on containers, and swallowing pollution like a whale.

Then, it pierced one little bug after another onto its limbs.

Lifting them up, wantonly waving, tearing, and greedily sucking blood and souls.

The hissing sound became more high-pitched.

"——▇!!!"

"Everyone don't be afraid, let's go together, let's go together!" a manager shouted, trembling, but it was useless; everyone had already scattered, and the army was defeated.

Launching futile attacks, there were constant star-like bullets, rays, or frost and fire impacts.

Unfortunately, it didn't break the defense at all.

Under the cover of the metal shell, it had no effect at all; even attacks that luckily shot into the gaps couldn't damage the core wrapped in layers.

In a piece of chaos, no one noticed the figure walking around in the surroundings leaning on crutches.

Ji Jue occasionally bent down, picking up parts that had fallen to the ground with some effort.

Assembling them in his hands.

Twisted springs, rusted iron pieces, broken steel pipes... in his hands, they were like toy parts, easily pieced together; under the operation and processing of non-aggression, they underwent transformation and rebirth in the invisible furnace. Repairing or cutting, debris flying, one piece after another shook off iron filings and interlocked.

Firing pin, magazine follower, hammer, firing mechanism base, slide, grip...

Those reliable little partners gathered together again, gradually forming a rough and exaggerated outline, heavy in the hand, so cute.

In the end, with a bullet the thickness of a thumb loaded.

Mission accomplished.

Ji Jue whistled.

Professor Ye once told him that the Ember path and the Bai Lu path are actually the same in terms of cruelty.

The domination and rule of the high-level over the low-level is absolute, only one is based on theory and ability, the other on violence and deterrence...

The Ember path is so lofty, he dare not say he has mastered it, but on the Bai Lu path, as a personal witness to the dragon-head struggle, he has a little bit of insight.

As the saying goes, one radish for one pit; sometimes, if the people above don't move out of the way, how can the people below have room for promotion?

He smiled, looking at Sun Ci, who was panicked in the crowd.

——It's time for you to perform, Manager Sun!

"Move, move!"

Sun Ci tried to start the restraint and suppression in a panic, but the operation table sparked, making his heart even more desperate?

Short circuit? At this time?!

His eyes went dark, and then, he heard the screams and chaos beside him.

In the howling wind, the apprentices scattered.

But when he turned his head, he saw the aberrant creatures rushing toward him, their blood-red eyes staring, so hungry, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.

Fear came suddenly; he didn't even have time to react, subconsciously pulling out his gun, pulling the trigger repeatedly, but it was useless; the bullets all missed.

He threw the pistol away with a crying face, grabbing whatever was beside him and throwing it randomly.

Regrettably, it was completely useless.

In the panic, someone shoved a gun into his hand. He subconsciously raised his hand, as if his body was manipulated by an invisible will, aiming with a flash of inspiration, and then, instinctively, pulled the trigger.

That moment...

——Boom!!!!!

An unexpected, terrifying loud noise erupted from his hand, the roar echoing in the underground workshop, ravaging everyone's eardrums. And right in his hand, the pistol he had barely pieced together shattered and exploded.

His arm felt a burst of sharp pain, almost breaking.

But he couldn't care about screaming.

Because a shrill hiss erupted from directly in front...

The ferocious distortion body rushing over suddenly screamed, its limbs losing strength, falling to the ground, sliding, moving forward under inertia, twitching.

On the huge shell, that sharp limb stopped abruptly, stopping in front of Sun Ci's pale face.

Just a little bit...

Immediately after, a massive amount of viscous liquid sprayed out from the chest cavity, like a rainstorm.

The broken chest cavity fell out like internal organs, revealing huge cracks. That ferocious giant eye stared dead at Sun Ci, cracks appeared, but in the end, it looked at one of the apprentices in the shadows behind Sun Ci.

Wailing, dissipating, never to be seen again.

"Dead, dead?"

Sun Ci fell to the ground, crawling backward with hands and feet for a long distance before reacting sluggishly, looking at the distortion body that no longer had any breath, and then looking back sluggishly, only seeing one sluggish face after another.

Shock, daze, awe, fear, envy.

Thus, he finally understood a little.

Looking down, he looked at the remaining grip he was still clutching.

"Me?"

Sun Ci whispered suspiciously, his mouth twitching, unable to suppress his smile anymore: "Is it me?"

"Right, it's you."

Ji Jue nodded, saying decisively: "I saw it with my own eyes, Manager Sun fired one shot, and such a big distortion thing died immediately!"

"Right, exactly!"

"It's you!"

"Manager Sun is amazing!"

Cheers and praises rose, incessant.

Many apprentices who survived the disaster breathed a sigh of relief, cheering and shouting, surrounding Sun Ci in their joy.

Joyful.

As for the broken corpses and gradually cooling blood in the corner, no one cared.

"Doesn't it hinder the next work?"

Three minutes later, the upper-level artisan who rushed over glanced at the messy scene, frowned, and asked the first question. After getting a definite answer, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just the furnace was broken, just repair it, other losses could be compensated.

As for casualties, it wasn't a problem at all.

"Please sit, please sit, please sit, Lord Cunling." The surviving managers hurriedly moved a chair, inviting the artisan who rushed over to sit.

They hadn't expected such a high-level figure to arrive in person.

The spirit that had relaxed after the disaster instantly tightened, trembling, fearing that there would be any slight neglect.

Jianyuan's second disciple, now the direct manager of internal affairs, the artisan honored as 'Cunling', didn't pay any attention to these people's flattery.

With his hands behind his back, after walking around the workshop, he roughly understood the process and cause.

Upon hearing that the manager was already dead, his expression became even gloomier: "Trash, not worth pitying!"

After one glance, he had already realized the cause—in order to rush work for credit and scrape grease, even the filtration and storage of sin-tainted spiritual quality hadn't been done well, and in the dismantling and cleaning of many waste materials, in just a few days, such a big distortion body had been hatched...

Fortunately, it didn't have much brains; otherwise, if it had lurked and hidden for a period of time, who knows what kind of big trouble it would have caused.

If it had alarmed the teacher to come and hold him accountable...

Just thinking about the consequences made Cunling's face turn iron-blue.

As a result, this trash just died like this? Died so easily? Damn it, it died too cheaply! Which bastard recommended him to be manager?

Seeing Cunling's face, a certain artisan who rushed over behind him changed his face slightly, subconsciously taking a few steps back, not daring to speak.

Cunling glanced at the crowd with a smile, but didn't say anything.

His footsteps paused instead, looking down, pinching the bullet embedded in the remains, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Interesting. ===== CHAPTER 226 =====