Chapter 38

Monday, went out at 5:30, went home at 12:00 at night.

Tuesday, went out at 6:00, went home at 11:40 at night.

Wednesday, this grandson went home last night, took a shower, went to the bathroom, and went out at 4:30 to lie at the door of the factory, patting the door and asking Ye Chun to get up quickly...

Then Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

This grandson didn't know what a holiday was at all!

It was completely despising the labor law!

The middle-aged man who was stalking stared with bloodshot eyes, holding binoculars, looking at the silent factory building in the distance, his mind full of how to report him.

Are you even human?!

At first, he thought that young people had a lot of energy and liked to be brave. Once he got used to it, he would know the bitterness of being a corporate slave and the difficulty of going to work, and naturally, he would start to slack off and open small errands.

As a result, this grandson, starting from the second week, directly carried his bedding and moved in?!

Not leaving!

Even didn't show his face every day?!

No, big brother, is there a mountain of gold and silver or a beautiful man-woman inside? Do you like working so much?

If it weren't for the fact that the owner of the whole factory area was Ye Xian, who was also a master no one dared to provoke in Yacheng, the middle-aged man would have rushed in and given Ji Jue two big slaps: Wake up, idiot, hurry up and go out to move around! Even if you don't hook up with Wen Wen, at least let me see if you are a Chosen One conscript, right?

It wasn't just the stalker; Ye Chun was also about to cry.

No, she was already crying.

"Big brother, Ji Jue, you are my senior, okay? Spare me, I'll give you the key. Where do you want to go, what do you want, go get it yourself, okay? Don't drag me to grind together."

After discovering that she had stayed up late for several days and had dark circles under her eyes, Ye Chun's little pearls couldn't stop falling: "Senior sister really can't grind as well as a pervert like you!

If not, go out, go fall in love! If you can't find anyone, I can introduce a junior sister to you..."

"What is senior sister saying?!"

Ji Jue was furious: "We must work together and progress together! How can you be so slack? Don't you remember Professor Ye's earnest instructions before she left?

You don't want Professor Ye to come back and find that apart from your weight gain, you have no progress in your thesis, right?"

Ye Chun already couldn't help but want to give him two punches.

You can stop the taste!

She finally knew why her aunt didn't even assign homework and left this time... From the day she allowed this dog to run into her nest, she couldn't escape the fate of being ground.

"How many days have you not taken a shower, big brother?"

She examined his stubbly face, bloodshot eyes, matted hair, and listless ghost appearance, and just wanted to call the police: "If you are going to die from overwork, can you not die in my family's workshop?"

"Take a shower? Sleep? Fall in love?!"

Ji Jue opened his eyes wide, and on his pale face, his smile became more excited: "I love learning, okay! I love alchemy! The workshop is my home!"

Boom!

Inside the furnace, the broken sword blade rang, like ten thousand troops hissing from blood and fire. In it, the shadow of the towering throne woven from scarlet and desolate white appeared from the spiritual quality!

Just like that, amidst Ji Jue's weird laughter, following Ascension, Entropy, and Desolate Ruins, the fourth totem in charge of disaster, strife, discord, and slaughter was achieved here.

—Virtue·【Great Crowd】!

"Haha, hahaha—"

Ji Jue looked at the progress on his watch that had been completed by one-third, akimbo and laughing up at the sky: "This is the gold content of a professional liver emperor, understand?

Heaven does not give birth to me Ji Jue, the workaholic is like a long night for all ages!

Refine it—"

Amidst the frantic laughter, he felt his eyes gradually go dark, and the laughter became lower and lower.

Falling backward.

Click, click.

After a crisp sound of chewing potato chips, Ye Chun sighed expressionlessly, "I knew it, a workaholic like you will grind yourself to death sooner or later."

No cure, stopped breathing, can contact cremation.

I will order the highest specification grand funeral and five-son crying grave for you, and then sprinkle the ashes into Tianmen Lake, telling every new junior brother and sister that this is the end of being a workaholic!

Muttering like this, she reached out and took a sealed bottle from the cabinet, took 1 ml with a dropper carefully, diluted it with 300 ml of water, and finally, poured all the orange-red liquid into Ji Jue's mouth.

Visible to the naked eye, a hint of ruddiness appeared on his pale face.

His eyelids twitched.

Ji Jue opened his eyes blankly and saw Ye Chun's helpless expression.

His memory was still stuck a few minutes ago, and he didn't know what happened at all.

"The sequelae caused by long-term spiritual quality deficiency, occasional consciousness interruption and energy decline are just early phenomena. If you don't rest, I can take junior brothers and sisters to the mental hospital to see you learn how to be a monkey in the future."

Ye Chun pinched his face unceremoniously, kneading it at will: "Get out, go, rest, did you hear me?"

Ji Jue actually wanted to say that I could grind for a while longer, but when he saw Ye Chun's sharp eyes that were exactly the same as Professor Ye's, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva and nodded hard.

"Rest well, rest well, I love resting the most!"

Feeling, like thorns on his back.

Following Professor Ye, he didn't learn anything good, but learned all the dregs!

Like this, resentful, reluctant, looking back every three steps, Ji Jue carried the package, and after five days, finally crawled out of the workshop, went home to wash up and sleep.

Farther away, the stalker lay in the car, looked up weakly, and took back his gaze.

Damn, tired, destroy it.

"So many days, still can't find anything? What are you doing?"

The old voice on the phone was full of indifference: "Do you know how urgent the other side is urging? For so long, you haven't done anything, and you can't even stalk people. Why don't you consider changing your boss?"

"Don't, don't, boss, there's already a clue."

The middle-aged man was sweating profusely: "I've already contacted Nightmare, just waiting for that kid to show his head. At the latest tomorrow, I'll dig out how many times that kid looked at the woman surnamed Wen for you!"

"Better be like that! Otherwise, go explain to the other side yourself!" The impatient old man Jiang Jin hung up the phone.

Only the middle-aged man in the van who didn't even dare to turn on the air conditioning to save fuel was left, sweating profusely, holding the phone, and after hesitating again and again, finally started to dial another phone.

"The boss doesn't want to wait." He said: "You have to come here."

"Should have said that earlier? Why grind for so long."

On the other end of the phone, the person called 'Nightmare' mocked: "A dead kid, you've been stalking for so long, and you didn't even dare to put a bug. What results can you have?"

"Not sure if he is a Chosen One conscript, what if he is? This kind of thing, be careful."

The middle-aged man looked up and looked at the figure disappearing in the distance. For some reason, he suddenly felt a chill: "You be careful too, that kid is 100% abnormal, I think he's a bit evil."

"Alright, alright, pay the money first."

Nightmare sneered: "I can dig out what you want, but if he becomes an idiot, don't blame me... You know, my style is a bit rough."

"Don't leave any traces or horse feet, you know?"

The middle-aged man finally exhorted: "The boss doesn't like others making mistakes when doing things, if it's..."

"Don't worry, it won't implicate you. I'm going to the Empire tomorrow. Can the Security Bureau be so awesome that it can grow wings and run to Rhine Port to catch me?"

Nightmare's smile became strange: "I didn't expect to be able to play to the fullest before leaving."

The phone hung up.

The middle-aged man smoked silently and didn't speak again, but for some reason, he suddenly considered the problem of retirement.

It's just that, for so many years, following that Jiang guy, doing so many things that couldn't see the light... could his luck really last until the day of retirement?

Not to mention retirement, without their protection, I'm afraid his body would be floating on the sea tomorrow afternoon.

In the afternoon sun, he looked at his stubbly, inhuman appearance in the rearview mirror, and suddenly envied the figure riding a motorcycle and humming a song away.

Even if he looked ignorant and stupid.

But at least he could live in the light...

On the other end of the hung-up phone, melodious music and prompts sounded from the broadcast system.

In front of the customs entrance, Nightmare hung up the phone, walked leisurely, passed the security check and verification, and walked into the first-class lounge.

"Sir, please have some tea."

The waiter served tea, smiling like a flower, inexplicably full of good feelings for this strange traveler.

"Thank you."

The man called Nightmare put down his briefcase, looking like a traveling businessman who could be seen everywhere, leaning on the sofa in the independent lounge, looking tired: "I want to rest for a while, please don't let anyone disturb me, okay?"

"Okay, sir."

The waiter took two steps back and considerately closed the door for him.

So, in the silence, only the man and the water mist rising from the teacup remained. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass was the busy scene of the airport apron.

Airships like buildings were flying in the clouds, going in all directions.

He wasn't going to the Empire tomorrow, but tonight, and after finishing this order, he would leave immediately.

And he wasn't going to the Empire, but to the archipelagos outside Middle Earth.

Just like what the employer's subordinate told him, safety first. No one knew if those guys wanted to use this 'last order' to silence him because he knew too much.

When doing anything, you always have to leave a hand.

In Haizhou for so many years, he had already saved a considerable amount of savings in the bank's anonymous account, enough for him to buy a mountain and a fishing ground over there, and then hire a few employees to comfortably fish and surf until he died of old age.

This business that he took on the spur of the moment was just to raise the configuration of the yacht in the future to a higher level.

Should he add a singing room? He didn't like singing very much, but the singing voice of the archipelago girls was famous for being gentle...

Like this, amidst the scattered thoughts, he held the teacup, took out the document that had been sent to him from the briefcase, looked at the photos and records on it, and couldn't help but sigh with regret.

He had originally said that it was possible to catch a big fish of a Chosen One conscript. If he sold it to someone else, he could make a fortune. He didn't expect it to be a stupid kid who didn't know anything.

He was also a cursed one with a probability of sin-tainting dozens of times higher than ordinary people.

Was that old thing Jiang Jin really senile, or was he sick and looking for a doctor?

It had nothing to do with him.

At least, he could still enjoy a game.

Amidst the long-lost hunger, he leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, his breathing gradually slowed down, and soon, fell into a deep sleep.

And before his eyes closed, the evil spirit in his pupils disappeared one step earlier.

At this moment, at this place, only an empty shell remained.

The Dream-Eating Tapir set off from the dream and went to a new playground.

At the same time, Ji Jue, who had just returned home and took a shower, couldn't help but yawn. Suddenly, the sleepiness that was still within the tolerance range suddenly surged like a tide.

So much so that he didn't have time to dry completely.

"Wait, it seems, not quite..."

Right?

He staggered forward two steps, half-lying on the bed, and before he could climb up, he fell into a deep sleep.

Snoring sounded.

Long-term spiritual quality deficiency and weakness, the ability couldn't even make a reaction. Before he could react, he had already fallen into the dream woven by the Tapir.

Without any resistance.

And then, in the void, endless nightmares rose like a tide!