Chapter 231

And at the same time, on the third floor, outside the dead-silent warehouse storage room.

All the artisans who rushed here were pale, standing on both sides trembling, listening to the approaching footsteps, sweating profusely, unable to stand steady.

In the dead silence, Jianyuan walked with his hands behind his back, strolling through the unrecognizable, messy storage room.

Casually, he pinched an aberrant creature trying to crawl out of a broken box into a pool of pitch-black liquid, exploding it against the wall; the dripping sound stopped in everyone's ears, as if they heard their own blood spilling on the ground.

Trembling and uneasy.

And finally, Jianyuan's gaze fell on the wall, on that line of scribbled big characters written in thick ink.

As if it were a visitor's greeting.

【Hearing that your collection is rich, I am overjoyed and have come to visit.

Now I came with interest and left with interest, leaving a poem as a memento.】

The poem says:

【The horse is thin, the hair is long, and the hooves are fat; a father stealing from his son is not considered a thief; the two of us have lived for half a lifetime, and neither has ever seen the other.】

Boom!!!

The moment Jianyuan finished reading, the explosives in the cracks suddenly detonated, fire spraying, sweeping, air waves surging, and then, everything came to an abrupt stop.

Frozen.

Just a casual wave of the hand, a flick of the finger, without the need for any blessing assistance, the Stagnation Zone of the Ruined Realm Path manifested here!

Flames rose like flowers, shattered iron scattered like leaves.

Setting off the ink treasure full of cracks on the wall, making it even uglier and unbearable.

Jianyuan stood with his hands behind his back, staring for a long time, and slowly shook his head.

"Lord Cunling."

Among the crowd standing stiffly and trembling, someone immediately rushed out, crawling forward, and knelt on the ground: "Teacher, I am here."

Jianyuan didn't even look back, just raised his hand and pointed at the wall in front: "Look, how is this poem written?"

Instantly, Lord Cunling's cold sweat seeped out like a waterfall, sweating profusely.

Gathering his courage to look up, he looked for a long time, over and over again, and finally, answered with a trembling voice: "Dog, dog shit!"

"Indeed."

Jianyuan nodded, turned his head, glanced at his student, and suddenly asked: "You say, I've been busy these two days, the workshop affairs are numerous, you can take full responsibility,

now it seems, how have you taken responsibility?"

Facing death, Lord Cunling was no longer panicked; panic was useless. From despair, he lay on the ground:

"A complete mess."

"No, at least there's a highlight, isn't there?"

Jianyuan laughed softly, pointing at the wall: "Isn't this trouble you raised?

After teaching you for so many years, I didn't expect that you would have no progress in seeking success and asking for results, but you have great talent in creating disasters and raising chaos. I guess I misjudged you."

"T-Teacher, have mercy, Teacher, Teacher, I..."

Lord Cunling's tears and snot flowed, trembling as he kowtowed: "Student..."

"Rest assured, I won't take my student as a punching bag. In my opinion, this disaster has little to do with you; you are at most incompetent.

After being seen through your reality and habits, you were led by the nose step by step, just like that bunch of rabble..."

Jianyuan looked down: "Since you are incompetent, then accept the punishment."

At that moment, Lord Cunling was overjoyed, moved to tears.

Kowtowing even more crazily.

"Thank you, Teacher! Thank you, Teacher!"

Jianyuan strolled away, never looking back, and everyone followed.

Only Lord Cunling remained in the empty collection room, kowtowing alone, tears and snot flowing.

Ten minutes later, under Jianyuan's order, the supervisors and department heads of each floor gathered on the fourth floor.

In the solemn lobby, everyone stood blankly in their positions, exchanging glances, terrified and uneasy, whispering in low voices.

Among everyone, Sun Ci's expression was the most relaxed.

On one hand, he had only just taken office yesterday; even if there was any trouble, it had nothing to do with him. Moreover, even as management, he was managing the garbage heap...

As long as the foul water didn't turn over, who the hell cares about the insects and cattle in the garbage heap?

"So serious, what happened? Why is everyone's expression so..."

His assistant stood beside him, head down, looking around curiously. Sun Ci waved his hand quietly, signaling him to lower his voice: "Something happened; with such a big formation, the Master is probably going to impose a severe punishment."

"What severe punishment?" Ji Jue asked curiously.

Sun Ci's expression twitched, turning pale, not daring to say more:

"... You just watch."

From the dead silence, Ji Jue heard footsteps again, so low.

Jianyuan walked out slowly from behind the door and sat down.

Without saying a word.

And at the very end of everyone, an iron rack was slowly pushed to the front. Seeing this, everyone immediately avoided in terror, giving up a large space.

And then, the shirtless Lord Cunling, under the escort of two artisans, walked onto the platform step by step, trembling, and was bound to the iron rack.

Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp...

A scalp-numbing boiling sound rang out from the void darkness under the iron rack, and then, faint eyes opened from the darkness, and viscous darkness like tentacles slithered out.

Entwining and clinging to Lord Cunling's body.

Hissing.

Deep into the bone marrow.

Lord Cunling's face was pale, biting his teeth hard, enduring it, finally unable to hold back, screaming tragically, shouting loudly, his voice breaking, but the hoarse and shrill crying never stopped.

Under the entanglement and erosion of the pitch-black tentacles, his right arm quickly withered, shrank, changed, and after fading the color and texture of the skin, a strange wood grain appeared.

And amidst the wriggling flesh, it withered and cracked.

Behind his back, the flesh arched into a large lump, still expanding rapidly, extracting his soul and blessing, hungrily devouring, and finally, tearing the flesh.

On the bones, a wooden doll covered in blood-colored patterns grew, vivid and lifelike, with a face exactly the same as Lord Cunling's, except one was terrified and trembling, and the other was laughing ferociously.

It only grew halfway, the bottom half not yet fully gestated.

The grinning puppet held his neck with both arms, looking around hungrily.

Amidst the gasping sounds, Ji Jue held his breath.

Hair-raising!

Aberration...

Aberration of the Ember lineage!

Jianyuan directly triggered the Great Aberration Gift within Lord Cunling's body, intensifying the balance, and hatched an aberrant creation made from Lord Cunling's soul and flesh from his soul!

But he deliberately didn't allow the creation to drain Lord Cunling's soul and complete the transformation, instead deliberately keeping the progress at the halfway point, just enough to impose pain to the maximum extent.

Having half of his soul and flesh taken away, the unfinished aberrant creation would henceforth be Lord Cunling's greatest worry; if he slacked off for even a moment, he would be completely drained in an irreversible aberration.

But at the same time... if Lord Cunling could win in this contest and completely control the aberrant object catalyzed by his own soul, dividing one into two, his own skills and abilities would probably also undergo a leap-like metamorphosis, and the connection with the Stagnation and Corruption would also have a qualitative improvement.

But the possibility?

How high? Nearly zero...

The test was too harsh, and too cruel.

It was simply like kicking someone who was about to die of thirst off a cliff, and then placing a bottle of water on the edge.

Advance and live, don't advance and die!

Live or die, you choose for yourself...

Ji Jue subconsciously shrank his neck.

Just like that, watching the wailing and twitching Lord Cunling being dragged away like a dead dog, never to be seen again.

Everyone, visibly, breathed a sigh of relief.

Lowering their heads, becoming even more respectful.

Someone took the blame, it's good that someone took the blame!

Too scary, thank goodness it wasn't me...

And then, they heard Jianyuan's voice.

The first time he spoke since walking in.

"It's not easy to sneak in; doing a dojo in a snail shell is the most brilliant. The methods are also beautiful enough. Ruthless and vicious, ruthless to others, even more ruthless to oneself... such a person, I didn't expect that instead of joining Bai Lu, you chose the Embers."

Jianyuan rested his chin on his hand, flames burning in his green eyes, and asked curiously: "However, the people have been rescued, why did you stay behind?"

In an instant, in the dead silence, everyone held their breath.

Staring at each other with wide eyes, not understanding the Master's meaning; after understanding, they didn't dare to understand, pretending not to understand, like quails shrinking their heads.

Trembling in fear.

When Jianyuan's gaze looked over, the crowd separated in terror to both sides.

Ji Jue also learned to avoid the gaze.

But found that the gaze was already stuck on him...

Following him.

His heart sank completely to the bottom.

"..."

His scarred face twitched, keeping his head down, as if gathering courage: "Master Jianyuan? Are you with..."

"Yes, with you."

Jianyuan didn't wait for him to finish, and nodded in response.

Thump!

Beside Ji Jue, the dazed Sun Ci had already fallen backward, fainting completely in fear.

"Young, but quite bold."

Jianyuan glanced at his pretentious posture and commented: "Although the application is a bit scattered, the foundation is very solid, really good. The Ember breath on you is heavy, but not much; you should have just become an artisan not long ago, right?

A year? No, less than a year..."

He paused slightly and sighed: "Really a good piece of material."

Ji Jue trembled in terror, fell to the ground, incoherent:

"Master, I really..."

"My patience isn't very good; I suggest you don't waste time."

Jianyuan interrupted him impatiently, "Your companion doesn't have much time left either."

"..."

At that moment, Ji Jue's expression turned gloomy.

In the end, he sighed helplessly.

"You old guys are really shameless... fishing here, aren't you?"

"Managing the household, caution first; sensing something wrong, one must always be prepared." Jianyuan laughed mockingly, "Old but not dying is a thief; isn't that the truth?"

To this, Ji Jue nodded in approval.

"What a coincidence, we who commit crimes are the same."

At that moment, Jianyuan's pupils narrowed slightly.

In the distance outside the workshop, trucks crashed into the ruins were intercepted, and then, surrounded by various creations and artisans, they were searched carefully.

Driver's seat, cargo hold, under the vehicle...

Box after box was opened, empty.

Not even a single bomb was found!

And right in the workshop basement, in the recycling department, the leading artisans smashed their way in, took down every apprentice, moved all the way forward, and when they smashed the partition of the office, they finally saw that empty box.

And even the large hole in the floor leading to the sewer...

Amidst the surging foul water, mercury spiders crawled back and forth, the heavy fuel bombs on their backs flashing red warning lights, the ticking sound so harsh.

And so urgent.

Making the person in front turn pale instantly.

And then...

Boom!!!!