Chapter 34: Clearing and Controllable Possession

Wu Pifu had no choice.

He could not watch Jiu Jiu die!

Within the "Weekend," any death would lead to the loss effect, causing one to forget memories, forget the past, and even forget that this place is the "Weekend," and so on. Once a certain threshold is exceeded, you will be completely lost in the "Weekend," never able to return to the real world again.

Moreover, this loss varies from person to person.

The more firm one's mental will and the richer one's memory experiences, the more times one can die. Conversely, those with simple, cowardly minds and fewer memory experiences have fewer chances to die and are more easily lost.

Even though Jiu Jiu possessed spirituality and perhaps counted as some kind of spirit, she was not old, her memory experiences were limited, and just testing her by calling her name "Dog Egg" made her fly into a rage; her mind was likely not that of a resilient person.

Wu Pifu dared not gamble on how many times Jiu Jiu could be resurrected, nor whether the environment she would find herself in after resurrection would be even worse.

The only thing he could do was...

Raise his fists!

Fight!

Otherwise, why bother becoming stronger?

Otherwise, why bother practicing this National Art!?

Killing two "employees" in two moves, Wu Pifu roughly understood the situation of this "Weekend."

These "employees" could transform!

When Wu Pifu killed the second one, its muscle toughness began to exceed that of ordinary humans, but it was not yet outrageous.

Meanwhile, the dozens of "employees" in the surrounding area began to show slight distortions in their faces, and their bodies grew slightly larger, though they remained essentially humanoid.

"So, the more I kill, or the greater the commotion I cause, the more the 'truth' is revealed?"

Wu Pifu silently watched the dozens of "employees" surrounding him. He quickly confirmed that the more killing there was, the more the truth was revealed. If other ordinary people had come here, even if they hid and acted timidly, as long as they killed the humans on the conveyor belt, they would gradually see the truth due to the excessive killing, thereby triggering the transformation of these "employees."

Just as the "employees" closed in, Wu Pifu was not only observing them but also observing this workshop area.

The surroundings were a closed-off layout; to go from the slaughter area to other areas required passing through a metal door, and this metal door could be closed and locked with a bolt.

At the same time, because there were assembly line conveyor belts in the factory area, the noise was very loud. Unless the entire area exploded, it was basically impossible to alert other areas... unless these monsters had supernatural means of communication. Otherwise, if he killed all the monsters in this area, it would not trigger a rampage of monsters throughout the entire factory in the short term.

Seeing this, Wu Pifu hooked his foot, snatched the boning knife held by a previously killed "employee," and kicked again, sending the steel fork into the "sheep" conveyor belt.

At this moment, an "employee" was only three meters away from Wu Pifu. It let out a muffled grunt, raised the steel clamp in its hand, and charged at Wu Pifu.

Facing the steel clamp and the "employee's" charge, Wu Pifu leaned slightly to the side, dodging the clamp and the charge by a hair's breadth. He dragged the boning knife diagonally upward, and while flashing past this "employee," he didn't even look back, heading straight for the next "employee."

That "employee" took a few more steps forward, wanting to move, but its upper body fell diagonally to the ground, viscera and blood spilling everywhere.

At the same time, Wu Pifu faced the second "employee." This "employee's" flesh was changing rapidly; its body had swelled slightly, and its height had increased by about one to two centimeters. The margin was small, but it could be seen upon careful observation.

But since he had started, Wu Pifu would not hesitate. He changed the boning knife from a slash to a stab. The moment the tool in this "employee's" hand was raised, he jumped diagonally, the tip of the boning knife piercing diagonally downward from its left shoulder. Then, Wu Pifu twisted his wrist, and when he landed again, this "employee" collapsed to the ground.

At the Dark Jin Great Completion stage, if transferred to an ancient battlefield of ten thousand, one could be called a second-rate general capable of facing a hundred men. In a small-scale brawl of dozens of people like this, one could even be comparable to a first-rate general!

The generals here were not the historical kind, but the Dynasty Warriors kind!

As Wu Pifu killed two more, totaling four "employees," the remaining "employees" became visibly irritable. They quickened their pace, charging regardless of everything, not even having the consciousness to dodge the knife. Wu Pifu let out a low roar, his whole body shook, and Qi and blood filled his dantian. His strength, speed, and reaction time all surged. With a wave of his hand, he exerted nearly a thousand kilograms of force. Even without a sharp weapon, just hitting or touching would be enough to cause huge damage to the flesh, let alone the boning knife he held.

For a time, it was a bloodbath. All the "employees" couldn't last a second before Wu Pifu. The leading "employee" lunged, Wu Pifu stabbed with his knife, then retreated without looking. In one step, he was three or four meters away, while the spot where he had been standing was already crazily swarmed and squeezed by several "employees." If he had retreated half a second slower, he would have been swarmed and chopped into meat paste.

This wasn't a martial arts movie; how could the enemies come one by one, being beaten down one by one like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather?

They were definitely swarming. Especially these monsters, who were fearless of death and wouldn't even dodge the blade. It was a direct physical crushing, squeezing, and swarming. As long as there was the slightest hesitation, it was a matter of life and death.

Under such circumstances, let alone Dark Jin Great Completion, even a Hua Jin Grandmaster would definitely die if they dared to attack head-on. It was estimated that only by reaching Dan Jin, when the flesh began to undergo a rebirth, could one possibly confront them head-on.

Wu Pifu knew this clearly. He just held the boning knife and scurried around among the assembly lines, tools, and instruments.

Although the enemies were fearless of death and numbered in the dozens, the large number actually made them appear crowded, tripping over each other and blocking each other. As long as Wu Pifu ensured he wasn't cornered or blocked by more than five "employees" at once, he could completely explode with attacks when facing two or three "employees," stabbing or cutting one or two, and then scurrying away.

His speed was nearly twice that of these monsters, his strength was at least three times greater, and his reaction speed was more than four or five times faster. Under these circumstances, the number of monsters was not a problem... unless these "employees" continued to transform, reveal their true forms, and become stronger!

Wu Pifu jumped onto a shelf. Behind him, two "employees" who had begun to show non-human appearances and body types charged. The metal shelf was directly bent by the impact, while Wu Pifu flipped his body at the top of the shelf and jumped downward, stabbing the heads of these two monsters with the boning knife in his hand. But just as he landed, a bone-crushing hammer smashed from his side. The speed was extremely fast, and by the time the sound of breaking wind rang out, the bone-crushing hammer had already reached his side.

Wu Pifu had nowhere to dodge. The moment the bone-crushing hammer reached him, he held the boning knife upright, pressed it against his side arm, and curled his single arm, Qi and blood exploding out, using his arm to resist the bone-crushing hammer.

With a muffled thud, Wu Pifu was knocked three or four meters away. His arm was bruised purple, and his bones ached intensely. However, after a brief assessment, he felt relieved; aside from muscle trauma, no bones were broken.

He turned his head to look at where the bone-crushing hammer had been thrown. Three monsters stood there: a pig-headed man, a dog-headed man, and a frog-headed man, all over two and a half meters tall. The pig-headed man was even about two point seven meters tall, and his body width and thickness were at least that of two adults.

The bone-crushing hammer had just been thrown by the frog-headed man.

Only these three "employees" remained in the entire slaughter area, and they had finally completely transformed into their true forms.

Wu Pifu stood silently in place, circulating his Qi and blood, watching the three monsters approach from the front and both sides. He silently calculated the distance between them. When the pig-headed man in front was still five meters away, he kicked the bone-crushing hammer at his feet toward the pig-headed man. Using the reaction force of the kick, he stepped on the ground with his other foot and lunged at the frog-headed man, the weakest of the three monsters.

The pig-headed man reached out with one hand and firmly grasped the bone-crushing hammer. Just this delay allowed Wu Pifu to rush in front of the frog-headed man. When the frog-headed man reached out with both hands to grab him, he held the boning knife in one hand and extended the other as a claw. A Tiger Demon Claw imprinted on the tiger's mouth of the frog-headed man's palm, which was twice the size of a normal person's. He gripped hard with the single claw, his fingers piercing deep into the flesh of the frog-headed man's palm, and then pulled hard on the tendons and bones of its tiger's mouth, pulling the frog-headed man's upper body to be level with his own.

The next moment, Wu Pifu stabbed horizontally with the boning knife in his hand, piercing directly from the side of the frog-headed man's huge frog head, piercing through its spine. Then, he only had time to pull out the boning knife before he turned around, hugged his head with both arms, and curled up slightly. Behind him, the dog-headed man had already lunged in front of him, its bloody mouth biting at his head. With a crack, it bit onto his arm.

Wu Pifu didn't even frown. The arm that was bitten relaxed, the boning knife on his palm fell, and his other intact arm reached out to catch it. Then, with a stab of the knife tip, he pierced directly from the dog-headed man's lower jaw into its brains. He twisted his wrist, and when the dog-headed man's bite loosened, he didn't even have time to retract the boning knife. He just tilted his head and flipped backward, barely dodging the bone-crushing hammer that smashed horizontally. The dog-headed man in front of him had its upper body smashed to pieces by this bone-crushing hammer.

By the time Wu Pifu flipped up, three meters directly in front of him, a wild boar man with a pitch-black body, a wild boar head, huge tusks, and bristles standing high, at least three meters tall, was panting heavily at him.

"Fool, that's a wild boar demon, at least fifty years of cultivation, run!"

Jiu Jiu, with emerald green hair, lay half-prostrate on the edge of the conveyor belt in the distance, shouting loudly with a face full of terror.

Wu Pifu said nothing, only circulating his internal energy and blood. However, the route of the internal energy and blood circulation was completely different from before; it did not go through the energy center, but straight up from the spine to the spiritual platform.

If there were a digitized personal information interface of the Main Brain at this time, one could clearly see that the negative backlash rate of Wu Pifu's consciousness sea had begun to rise crazily.

Four percent, five percent, six percent...

When the negative backlash rate of the consciousness sea reached ten percent, Wu Pifu closed his eyes, tilted his head, let out a roar, and when he opened his eyes again...

His eyes were already blood-red!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 35 =====