"It is said that it was sent here from the south."

"You're still alive? You're so lucky."

"It is said that he has been hiding in the mezzanine and was not killed by the explosion. But the teacher is dead and he is disabled. If he leaves it alone, he is not far from death."

"Wasting so much medicine for such a waste?"

"Don't you still have hands? There is a shortage of people everywhere, and waste has its uses. Otherwise, how could it be possible to be assigned here?"

"Shh, lower your voice...that guy is looking over!"

"What are you afraid of? Look at him smiling at us."

…

In the rolling heat wave, there was constant roaring.

Ji Jue smiled stupidly at the two apprentices. Unfortunately, the burned face was no longer handsome and friendly, but ugly and ferocious. After the scars were torn, scarlet blood oozed out.

It stung the eyes of those two people.

The trivial whispers stopped abruptly.

It's amazing that being ugly has such benefits, I realized it.

Ji Jue withdrew his gaze, held on to his crutches, and moved forward lamely, trying to speed up.

The middle-aged man who was leading the way heard the frequency of tapping increasing, looked back at him, and slowed down slightly.

Seeing him trying to force a smile, he sighed and just said: "People who come here are basically like this. It's better to be more casual and get familiar with each other."

Ji Jue nodded and showed a smile that fit the character's setting.

There is a hint of flattery in the misery.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, showing no emotion, as if he was used to seeing weakness and humility.

They were already at the bottom of the huge workshop, which was like a factory. It was hot and humid, and the air seemed to be always filled with a pungent smell. A faint sound of coughing could be heard from the intervals between the roar of the rammer.

Various departments were operating all night, and countless craftsmen were squatting at their positions day and night, working endlessly. The cattle and horse apprentices didn't even have to think about laziness and sleeping. Everyone's face was pale and their eyes were bloodshot.

The middle-aged man Sun Ci who led Ji Jue's journey was the junior manager among this level of cattle and horse apprentices, one of the leading cattle horses. He was also the direct manager of Ji Jue's disabled cattle and horse.

"Well, seeing how miserable you are, let's do these first."

Sun Ci pointed to an empty spot. There was still some dried blood stains on the chair, and there was a mountain of waste on the operating table: "It will be processed within today."

After saying that, he left.

Almost every moment, a large amount of waste material falls from the passage in the corner.

It seems to be flowing thinly and continuously.

The job of these low-level apprentices is to select and break down the usable items from the waste materials as quickly as possible, and recycle them.

No one said what would happen if it was not finished, but everyone was working with all their might, expecting that the result would not be good.

In the association, there is too much work, at least you can still cry.

But here, crying counts as time.

"Oh, I'm talking about fate..."

Sitting in this position, Ji Jue looked around at the chaos and busyness around him, and suddenly felt like he was in a trance - he was working in the recycling department of the association to deal with waste, and he worked hard to infiltrate the enemy's undercover, and he was still exhausted.

Dispose of waste thoughtfully!

Isn’t this a bit wasted?

Although he complained in his heart, his hands moved quickly and he skillfully began to sort and sort.

Not far away, Sun Ci, who took the time to look over, saw his skillful look, and immediately nodded slightly, looked away, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief - it seems that he can work less overtime today.

Among the six groups on this level, only the number of people in their group is always dissatisfied, but the workload is the same, they suffer more, suffer the same suffering, and suffer more losses.

Ji Jue, on the other hand, was quietly observing the work processes of others in the mirror reflection of the broken iron pieces... The main thing was to pay attention to efficiency, so as not to overwhelm the output by accidentally handling things too smoothly...

The result is not bad, the efficiency here is much higher than that of the association's recycling department.

The main reason is that there is no need to equip any protection, and a lot of environmental protection is saved. The association also needs to consider human rights, but Yousui craftsmen do not have this tradition of caring for tools.

But what puzzles Ji Jue is that - despite the protection aspect, the efficiency is not much different from that of the association's recycling department? Then why do you still worship evil? Isn't this evil somewhat vain?

Regardless of the association or the profound world, the pursuits of craftsmen and masters may be different, but horses and cows are always cows and horses, nothing is out of the ordinary.

In this way, from the initial unfamiliarity to getting started and then fully adapting, it took three or four hours. No one, including Ji Jue, stopped at all.

And Ji Jue's secretly worried heart finally let go.

Integrate into the environment.

The work of breaking into the evil cult was not as difficult as imagined, and there was not even any special interrogation for him, the only survivor.

The security bureau is attacking from all sides, and everyone is so busy that there is no time for trivial confirmations.

There are records and spiritual verification of him in the bank's center, he is still an evildoer, and he is still wearing the apprentice uniform of a deep craftsman, so that's pretty much it.

After checking the etheric records and reading the shallow memory, I found that I didn't know anything and found nothing, so I roughly dumped a few treatments and administered harsh medicine.

If you still have a breath, pull it back and continue working. If it works, keep using it. If it doesn't work, just make materials.

After confirming that he is alive and moving, it will be over. As for whether there are any sequelae... everyone should put their heads in their belts and start working, so don't think so much.

The good news is that it's really easy to sneak in by pretending to be an apprentice.

But the bad news is that the person who sneaked in is actually an apprentice, an out-and-out low-level cow and horse, and judging by his appearance, he is rushing to go to 007 every day, and is treated like a nuclear-powered donkey.

The working environment is no different from a sweatshop.

A large amount of toxins produced during decomposition work, enough dust to give a crash course in silicosis, pollution from waste materials that continue to leak out, round-the-clock high-intensity work and a saturated workload...

Although Juan Rujijue couldn't help but shout out the excitement.

The association is just a personification. You Yousui are completely inappropriate for you, right?

You must know that even if you are a deep craftsman, you are still a human being to some extent. Everyone worships evil for the sake of progress, not to turn themselves into a mess.

For those with insufficient talent, the path to the highest good is like a long road, going round and round, with endless suffering, and sometimes getting lost and difficult to climb. The favor of evil fools is like a zipline, but it is oiled and the electric slide is not left behind.

The kind of hand that either rises quickly or falls quickly, the fun is exciting.

Even if there are all kinds of secret rituals and transformations to increase resistance and reduce risks, if you are not careful, you will still end up in trouble.

Whether it is a great good or a great evil, that is something that the strong have to consider, and the cows and horses usually have no choice. The apprentices who work here have more or less symptoms of evil in their bodies.

The symptoms of evil transformation in the Ember Path are the most direct - flesh and blood materialized, and sanity lost.

Excessive pollution in the body causes the body and soul to lose control and cause undesirable symptoms.

Or his face is as stiff as a mask, or his arms are shriveled and shriveled, with wood grain appearing like a puppet, or his fingers have all turned into tools... What's worse, to put it simply, he can no longer be called a human being.

The distortion and distortion of the soul and body were too severe, and the whole person mutated in the entanglement of pollution and blessing, completely losing its original appearance. Just like the strange creation in the corner that was completely fused with the entanglement of flesh and blood and the crusher.

While wailing, he kept opening his mouth, swallowing the waste, chewing, blood gushing out, splashing, and spitting out the residue.

Scenes like this seem to be commonplace here.

Everyone just walked around.

During the numb work, Ji Jue's hands shook, and a drop of grease leaked from his fingers and fell under the table.

There, in the pool of sticky grease, something suddenly moved. A spider the size of a little knuckle crawled up from the grease filled with pollution residue, and crawled silently along the shadow.

far away.

Then another one, and another one...

He relaxed and calmly divided his mind into two tasks. While dismantling the waste materials, he cut out some of the losses. Between the fingers of his hands, the invisible furnace was instantly operated to knead the spiritual essence, fluid alchemy gave the form, and finally the mechanical deity gave the spiritual essence.

One grease spider after another was created easily.

As the grease spider went back and forth, the underground workshop, which was originally as complex as a maze, gradually came into Ji Jue's eyes. Unfortunately, the entire underground was blocked by various secret rituals and spiritual circuits, and the distance was too far to make it difficult to

Find some gap and escape.

After all, a place like the recycling department is no different from a garbage dump.

No one wants the sewers to smell bad, nor do they want cattle and horses to quietly climb over the railings and escape.

Once it's locked, it's good for everyone.

Except for cattle and horses.

"One hundred and fifty items?!"

When the grease spider crawled through the ventilation duct inside the workshop, a familiar voice was heard.

Not far from the furnace, in the quietest and cleanest place in the entire underground workshop, there is a compartment, which is even decorated with two pots of immortal pothos.

In the office-like furnishings, the man on the chair smiled and nodded.

"Lord, supervisor, did you make a mistake?" Sun Ci was already sweating profusely and stammered: "Why did it suddenly double?"

"That's the order from above, what can I do?" The supervisor picked up the tea cup and took a sip, smiling nonchalantly: "But your team has been counting down for a long time, right? How can you have the nerve to complain? Old Sun, you are making me very sad.

It’s difficult to handle.”

"But, but..."

"But what?!"

The supervisor raised his voice and suddenly changed his face, "You can do it, but you can't do it! Don't occupy the manhole and don't shit. If you don't do it, there are people who will do it!

Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Sun Ci did not dare to argue anymore and left in embarrassment.

At the door, the young man waiting with a smile was quite handsome and handsome. He admired his embarrassed look and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Sun, if you can't do it, please abdicate as soon as possible."

Sun Ci didn't say anything, bowed his head and left.

The young man walked into the office. After the door was closed, only vague sounds could be heard, like smiles and moans.

"One hundred and fifty items?!"

When Sun Ci returned to the group and announced the news, almost everyone went crazy.

Sensing a lot of resentful looks, he smiled bitterly: "I..."

The apprentice, whose hair was almost falling out, glared, "Don't do it if you don't have the ability. Why bother to stand up and hold on?"

"What are you talking about!" The apprentice next to him was furious, "It's not like Brother Sun hasn't taken care of you! Oh, you took advantage of it, and now you say nice things, right?"

"What can people do if they are under the roof? If he wants to arrange his own people to do this management, you just let him do it? Why bother everyone to be targeted and wear so many small shoes!"

Sun Ci listened silently to the argument without interrupting. After conveying the target, he finally wanted to encourage or promise something, but no one believed it.

He laughed at himself and sighed tiredly.

If possible, he would also like to 'step aside' and give up this position, but he has no choice.

In the past few months, his symptoms of objectification have increased more and more. If he doesn't make some achievements, find opportunities, and transfer to other places, I'm afraid he will be completely out of control.

What's the difference between asking him to hand over this life-saving straw and killing him directly?

And at the end, I saw Ji Jue, who was slowly getting up on crutches, standing beside him at some unknown moment.

"Management Sun..."

"What is management? It won't be that tomorrow."

Sun Ci laughed at himself and shook his head. He couldn't complete the targets continuously, and his management had reached its peak. I'm afraid he would be kicked out if he couldn't complete it today. "What's the matter? Tell me? Do you also want to change teams?"

"I……"

The new cripple hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I might... have a way..."

At that moment, Sun Ci froze.

Look up and look over.
Chapter completed!