At the same time, outside the warehouse on the third floor, there was a dead silence.

All the craftsmen who rushed here were pale and stood tremblingly on both sides, listening as the footsteps gradually approached. They were sweating and found it difficult to stand still.

In the dead silence, Kanyuan walked with his hands behind his back in the storage room that was completely changed and in a mess.

He casually squeezed the aberrant body that was reaching out from the broken box into a puddle of dark liquid, which exploded into a wall. The sound of pattering stopped in everyone's ears, as if they heard their own blood being sprinkled on the ground.

Trembling and uneasy.

Finally, Jiang Yuan's eyes fell on the wall, the line of large, scrawled characters written in thick ink.

It's like a greeting from a visitor.

[I was overjoyed to hear that you have a rich collection, so I came to visit you.

Now I came here in great excitement and returned home after my excitement was exhausted. I left a poem as a souvenir.】

The poem says:

[A horse is thin and hairy but has fat hooves. A father who steals his son is not considered a thief. We have lived for most of our lives and neither of us has seen each other.]

boom!!!

The moment Kanyuan finished reading, the explosives in the gap suddenly detonated, the fire sprayed out, swept across, and the air surged, and then everything came to an abrupt stop.

freeze.

Just waving his hands and snapping his fingers casually, without any assistance from blessings, the stasis zone of the ruins path appeared here!

The flames rise like flowers, and the broken iron scatters like leaves.

The cracked calligraphy on the wall against the background becomes even more ugly.

Jianyuan put his hands behind his back, stared for a long time, and slowly shook his head.

"Cunling."

Among the people who were standing stiffly and trembling, someone jumped out in an instant, crawled forward, and knelt on the ground: "Teacher, I am here."

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

In an instant, Cun Ling's cold sweat oozed out like a waterfall, and his back was dripping with sweat.

He mustered up the courage to look up and looked at it for a long time, over and over again, and finally replied in a trembling voice: "Dog, that's nonsense!"

"really."

Jianyuan nodded, turned around, glanced at his student, and suddenly asked: "You said, I have been busy these two days, and there are many things in the workshop. You can bear it all.

Now, how do you feel about your responsibility?"

Death was imminent, but Cun Ling didn't panic anymore. It was useless to panic. He lay on the ground in despair:

"It's a complete mess."

"No, at least there are bright spots, right?"

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

I have been teaching you for so many years, but I never expected that you have not made any progress in seeking results, but that you are very talented in causing trouble and causing chaos. It can be said that I made a mistake."

"Old, teacher, have mercy on me, teacher, teacher, I..."

Cun Ling burst into tears and kowtowed tremblingly: "Student..."

"Don't worry, I won't use my students as a punching bag. In my opinion, this disaster has little to do with you. You are just incompetent at best.

After being seen through the truth and habits, like that gang of people, they lead the way step by step..."

Jianyuan lowered his eyes and looked down: "Since you are incompetent, then you should be punished."

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

He kowtows more and more crazily.

"Thank you, teacher! Thank you, teacher!"

Kanemoto strolled away without looking back, and everyone followed him.

Only Cun Ling was in the empty collection room, kowtowing to himself, with tears streaming down his face.

Ten minutes later, under Jianyuan's order, the supervisors and department heads from all levels gathered on the fourth floor.

In the solemn foyer, everyone stood blankly in their positions, exchanging glances with each other, fearful and uneasy, and whispering in low voices.

Among all the people, Sun Ci had the most relaxed expression.

On the one hand, he just took office yesterday, so even if there is any trouble, it has nothing to do with him. Besides, even if it is management, he is still in charge of the garbage dump...

As long as the smelly water doesn't come up, who the hell cares about the insects, cows and horses in the garbage dump?

"It's so serious. What happened? Why are everyone looking like this..."

His assistant stood beside him, with his head lowered, looking around curiously. Sun Ci quietly waved his hand, signaling for him to lower his voice: "Something has happened. With such a big battle, I'm afraid the master will issue an excommunication."

"What excommunication?" Ji Jue was curious.

Sun Ci's expression twitched and turned pale, and he did not dare to say any more:

"...Just watch it."

In the dead silence, Ji Jue heard the sound of footsteps again, so low.

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

Say nothing.

And just at the end of everyone, an iron frame was slowly pushed forward. When everyone saw this, they immediately avoided it in panic and gave up a large space.

Then, the naked being was escorted by two craftsmen, trembling step by step, walked onto the stage, and was tied to the iron frame.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong, Gudong...

A scalp-numbing boiling sound sounded from the void darkness under the iron frame, and then, faint eyes opened from the darkness, and the sticky darkness snaked out like tentacles.

It entangled and clung to Cun Ling's body.

A squeaking sound.

Deep into the bone marrow.

Cun Ling's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and endured it. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and screamed at the top of his lungs. His hoarse and shrill wail never stopped.

Under the entanglement and erosion of the dark tentacles, his right arm quickly withered, shrank, and changed. After the color and texture of the skin faded, strange wood grains emerged.

The flesh and blood squirmed, dried up and cracked.

Behind his back, a big bag of flesh and blood formed, and it was still expanding rapidly, sucking out his soul and blessings, devouring it with hunger and thirst, and finally tearing apart the flesh and blood.

On top of the skeleton, a wooden doll with blood-colored lines grew out. It was lifelike, and its face was exactly the same as the spirit. It was just that one was trembling in fear, while the other was laughing ferociously.

Only half of it has grown, and the lower half has not yet finished growing.

The grinning puppet held his neck with both arms and looked around hungrily.

Ji Jue held his breath amid the sound of gasping air.

Creepy!

Evil...

The evil transformation of the Ember series!

Kanemoto directly activated the great evil gift in Cun Ling's body, intensified the balance, and hatched a distorted creation made of Cun Ling's soul and flesh from his soul!

However, the creature was not allowed to drain the living soul and complete the transformation. Instead, it deliberately stopped the progress in half, inflicting pain to the maximum extent possible.

Half of the soul and flesh and blood were taken away, and the unfinished evil creation has been a serious problem for the soul from now on. As long as there is a moment of slackness, it will be completely drained in the irreversible evil transformation.

But at the same time... if Cun Ling can win this competition and completely control the evil creatures catalyzed by his soul, with one as two, I am afraid that his own skills and abilities will also undergo a leap-forward transformation.

Moreover, the relationship with stagnant corruption will also be qualitatively improved.

But what about the possibilities?

How high? Almost nothing...

The test was too harsh and too cruel.

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

If you advance, you will live; if you don’t, you will die!

Live or die, it's your choice...

Ji Jue subconsciously shrank his neck.

Just like this, I watched the wailing and twitching soul being dragged down like a dead dog, never to be seen again.

Everyone, visibly, breathed a sigh of relief.

He lowered his head and became more respectful.

Someone is taking the blame, it’s good if someone is taking the blame!

It's so annoying, it's not my fault...

Then, they heard Jianyuan's voice.

It was the first time I spoke since I walked in.

"It's not easy to sneak in. Doing a dojo in a snail shell is the most clever. The methods are also beautiful enough. He is ruthless, cruel to others, and even crueler to himself... Such a person never expected that instead of voting for the White Deer, he would choose the White Deer instead.

ember."

Jianyuan held his chin, the flames smoldering in his blue eyes, and asked curiously: "But, everyone has been rescued, why do you still want to stay?"

For a moment, in dead silence, everyone held their breath.

They looked at each other with wide eyes, not understanding what Zongjiang meant. After they understood it, they did not dare to understand it and pretended not to understand, like quails shrinking their heads.

Trembling with fear.

When Jian Yuan's eyes came over, the crowd parted in horror to both sides.

Ji Jue also learned to avoid looking at him.

But he found that the eyes were already fixed on him...

Follow yourself.

My heart suddenly sank completely to the bottom.

"..."

His scarred face twitched, and he lowered his eyebrows as if to muster up courage: "Jian Yuan Zongjiang? Are you following..."

"Yes, with you."

Kanemoto didn't wait for him to finish speaking before he nodded in reply.

Boom!

Next to Ji Jue, the sluggish Sun Ci had fallen to the sky, completely fainting in fear.

"You are young, but you are quite courageous."

Jianyuan glanced at his pretentious posture and commented: "Although the application is a bit messy, the foundation is very solid, which is really good. Although the breath of ember on your body is heavy, it is not much. You should have just been a craftsman not long ago.

?

One year? No, less than one year..."

He paused slightly and sighed: "It's really a good piece of material."

Ji Jue trembled in fear and fell to the ground, speaking incoherently:

"Master, I really..."

"I'm not very patient, so I suggest you don't waste your time."

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

"..."

At that moment, Ji Jue's expression darkened.

After all, it was helpless and a sigh.

"You're such a shameless old man... You're just fishing here, right?"

"When running a household, be cautious first. When you sense something is wrong, you must always be prepared." Kanyuan laughed mockingly, "Being old and not dying is a thief. Isn't that the truth?"

To this, Ji Jue nodded approvingly.

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

At that moment, Jianyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the distance outside the workshop, trucks that hit the ruins were stopped, and then, surrounded by various creations and craftsmen, they searched carefully.

Driver's seat, cabin, under the car...

The boxes were opened one by one, but they were empty.

Even a bomb is owed!

And just underground in the workshop, in the recycling department, the craftsmen leading the team broke in and took down every apprentice. As they moved forward and smashed the partition of the office, they finally saw the empty body.

box.

Even, there is a big hole in the floor that leads directly to the sewer...

In the surging stinky water, mercury spiders crawled out one after another. The heavy phlogiston explosives on their backs flashed an alarming red light, and the ticking sound was so harsh.

And so urgent.

The person at the front instantly turned pale.

And then...

boom!!!!
Chapter completed!