[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d":3,"chapter-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-22":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Lord of All Heavens: From a Wasteland Farm to a Divine Court of Myriad Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2344215,4582,"Chapter 22","lord-of-all-heavens-from-a-wasteland-farm-to-a-d-chapter-22",22,"\u003Cp>The brief calm of the depression was filled by the low roars of the beast tide and the distant echoes of sporadic explosions. The wreckage of the water purifier stood like a massive wound, reminding Lin Mo of their predicament. The seedlings’ purification was negligible; Xiang Lingna’s small bowl could only purify a tiny amount each time, barely sustaining the trio’s minimum water needs, utterly insufficient to power the fire wall or support heavy consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The workshop… we must rebuild the water purifier.” Lin Mo’s voice carried the resolve of burning the boats. He walked toward the crude metal frame, his gaze sweeping over scattered parts, fragments of plastic tubing, and the bag of dwindling activated carbon. Materials were critically insufficient!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ali had bandaged the burn on her right hand from throwing the improvised bomb, her cold eyes scanning the western ridge and the eastern ruins—the lame wolf had fallen still. “Materials… Gear Graveyard.” She spat out the name. Old Karl’s den, and also the place Tie Zhen mentioned had been looted by the “Black Scorpion.” High risk, but possibly the only place to find the needed parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go!” Lin Mo didn’t hesitate. Ali was severely injured; Xiang Lingna needed to guard the seedlings—he was the only choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be careful… the Black Scorpion’s… traps.” Ali didn’t stop him, only handed him the repaired short crossbow, “Take it. For survival.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo took the cold short crossbow, feeling the lingering warmth and stench of blood from Ali’s palm, and nodded firmly. He carefully stowed the few remaining bolts, fastened the rusted knife to his waist, cast one final glance at Xiang Lingna and the potato field stubbornly resisting the remnants of the beast tide, then turned and slipped through the reinforced thorn fence, slipping into the shadows of the ruins like a lone wolf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gear Graveyard was more ruined and… dead silent than the “Broken Spine” ruins. Once an old-era mechanical repair station, collapsed factories stood like the skeletons of giants, the ground littered with rusted gears, broken bearings, and warped metal sheets. The air reeked of heavy oil, rust, and… a faint trace of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo was exceptionally alert, each step cautious, using debris for cover. Ali’s warning echoed in his ears: Black Scorpion—venomous, treacherous as a snake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he found Old Karl’s “home”—a crude underground bunker built from massive discarded gears and thick steel plates, half-buried in the earth. The bunker’s door… had been violently pried open! Bullet holes and blade slashes still marred the door panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo’s heart sank. He crawled low, carefully scanning the surroundings, confirmed no ambush, then approached cautiously. Inside, the bunker was a mess—Old Karl’s prized “merchandise” had been completely looted, shelves overturned, parts scattered everywhere. Several patches of dried, blackened blood stained the floor, horrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Karl…” Lin Mo sighed inwardly. The shrewd old man who had once supplied them with goods was likely dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced down his unease and began rummaging through the ruins. His goal was clear: plastic tubing, activated carbon, sealing materials, pump parts… anything usable for building a water purifier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After searching for a long time, his haul was minimal. Just as he was on the verge of despair, his foot kicked against a heavy metal box half-buried under debris. The box was locked—but the lock had been violently smashed. Lin Mo lifted the lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were no valuable goods, only old-era tools: a still-serviceable pipe wrench, several rolls of different-sized Teflon tape, a small box of assorted gaskets… and several books carefully wrapped in oilcloth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo’s heart stirred. He picked up the top book, blew off the dust. The faded cover read: *Basic Water Treatment Techniques of the Old World*! The next one: *Illustrated Guide to Simple Mechanical Repairs*!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treasure! Absolute treasure! Lin Mo’s hands trembled with excitement! He flipped rapidly through the water treatment manual—it detailed purification principles, filter material selection, and construction diagrams! Though ancient, the core principles remained unchanged! This was precisely the knowledge he needed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He devoured the pages, soon finding a diagram for constructing a simple filtration tower using gravel, activated carbon, and multi-layered filter cloth! Material requirements were low—perhaps the Gear Graveyard held what he needed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lin Mo drowned in the ecstasy of newfound knowledge, a faint, familiar sweet scent drifted into his nostrils once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet Dream! Black Scorpion’s poison gas!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo’s scalp exploded in alarm! He held his breath instantly, snatched up the manual and the toolbox, and lunged like a startled rabbit toward a relatively sealed metal compartment in the bunker’s corner. Almost simultaneously, thin tendrils of pale yellow poison gas seeped in through the entrance and ventilation gaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Black Scorpion had indeed set a trap here—waiting patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo curled up in the compartment, jamming torn rags tightly into the door seam, his heart pounding. The poison gas spread outside, the sweet scent seeping everywhere. He couldn’t hold out long!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What to do? Rushing out meant death. Was he doomed to suffocate here?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In despair, his gaze fell upon the *Illustrated Guide to Simple Mechanical Repairs*. 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