"How many days has it been..."

Ji Jue was paralyzed in his wheelchair and sighed: "Why hasn't the Security Bureau done anything yet? Here's some big news..."

You can't really let yourself go to sin, right?

On the polished mirror surface, a thin and haggard face emerged.

His skin is pale, as if he has not seen the sun for many years, he is so thin that he is skin and bones, and his breathing is slow. Even if he is lying in the ICU, he will not feel weird.

However, between the pale hair emerging one after another, and in the increasingly dark pupils, there is a faint and strange light emerging. From the inadvertent glances and lowered eyes, there is a silent smoldering.

It's like a ghost demon living in the corpse, with a sinister air.

Now even if Tong Zhizhi is in front of him, he probably won't be able to recognize Ji Jue.

How long has it been?

Totally confused...

It seemed like only a few days had passed, but in my body, it felt like a long month or two.

The cycle of cramming and making is repeated every day without respite.

Even in dreams, it is difficult to escape. Between the countless complicated theories and transformation formulas, countless nightmares and past events in this life emerge one after another.

Those intermittent and fragmented dreams alternated with reality that was so busy that he vomited blood, so much so that Ji Jue had completely lost his sense of time.

Perhaps, this is one of the purposes of Kanemoto.

More probably, the time in the workshop...is originally different from the time outside...

The profound theories and techniques are not a pure and boring beautiful course like high school mathematics. On the contrary, there are many inhumane but cheap and feasible methods, many methods of processing and obtaining materials including blood sacrifice, sacrifice and torture, and even more.

Subtle pollution...

Even Curly Dog Rujijue is now exhausted physically and mentally from this rough cramming teaching, and all he can think about is vacation. It doesn't matter if he can't take vacation, even if he dies.

Kill me with one knife, please do it quickly!

The only good thing about this shitty life is that he has enough materials and doesn't care about the loss. Even if Ji Jue pretends to be a public servant and takes some cheap stuff to practice his skills, Lao Deng doesn't seem to care.

The evolution, which was originally held back by a lack of krypton gold, has made rapid progress.

As for the many rot-retention skills and the operations of evil transformation, although it is embarrassing to say it, Ji Jue has already mastered it!

Not only did I get started, I improved by leaps and bounds!

In the past, Du Deng and Lianyun were at the bottom with their matrix fragments and many sporadic skills. Later, there was the veteran Deng who taught and integrated them. Ji Jue's progress was soaring all the way. In just a few exercises, he had already learned the basics of getting started.

and subsequent extensions.

It is even enough to start the production of blessed creations.

Brother Yu Jin, don’t be sad. It’s all because of Lao Deng who forced me to do so. I didn’t want to. In fact, you are the only one in my heart. You must believe me...

I just made the same mistake any craftsman would make!

Anyway, Yi Yan didn't say no, so Ji Jue should just assume that he had acquiesced.

It's just that you said, how come you, a good ember of talents, suddenly turned into a pillar of Youshuang?

If word got out, the teacher wouldn't personally clean the door with a knife, right?

Wait, is this also Kanemoto’s plan?

Maybe when he becomes a craftsman, a master, or even a grand master in the future, when he meets Jianyuan again, the old ghost smiles and takes out a stack of photos from his pocket: Ji Juejun, you don’t want others to know either...

Ji Jue took a breath of air.

I can't help but want to stamp my feet and curse a few curse words, but unfortunately, the freedom to stamp my feet is almost gone now.

Left arm, right shoulder, heart, right leg...

There are dark traces like chains.

Just by moving a little bit, I feel excruciating pain and torture.

This is all the result of Ji Jue's overconfident resistance or temptation during this period.

boom!!!

From the furnace, a loud noise suddenly erupted, scarlet blood rolled out, and the viscous color spurted out, turning into a frenzy, almost engulfing the skinny figure in front of the furnace.

Ji Jue's face was expressionless.

In a daze, he casually raised his hand towards the dancing scarlet and fished it out.

Tighten your fingers.

"That's almost it," he said.

In an instant, the burst of blood disappeared without a trace, the squirming scarlet quickly shrank, and the screams that filled the furnace stopped abruptly.

It was as if the monster had been pinched seven inches.

And in Ji Jue's hand, between his five fingers, the creation that broke out of the furnace was still vibrating violently, quickly losing its high heat, revealing the texture of steel.

But in the iron-colored cold light, there are strands of scarlet flowing, sometimes showing a flesh-like texture.

The moment it fell into his hands, he was eager to swallow Ji Jue's blood and spiritual essence.

Unfortunately, under the pressure of Fei Gong, like the little Karami who overestimated his capabilities, he quickly died down.

In the end, he was as well-behaved as a chicken.

"Refined by evil? That's it? That's it? That's it?"

Ji Jue sneered and casually threw the creation into the box welded next to the wheelchair, not caring: "It's just ordinary stuff."

After just a few days of trying and practicing, he had already discovered the biggest difference between the evil alchemy modified by Kanemoto compared to modern alchemy.

——If modern alchemy is based on ascension, transformation, purification and unification of the four parts, giving souls to dead objects, then the evil spirit of Jianyuan, which draws on the strengths of others and forms its own school, is to directly create evil spirits!

Compared with the newly born little white rabbit, the hungry lion and tiger are definitely more ferocious and majestic, and they are definitely more comfortable and hearty to use, even at a heavy cost...

Its essence lies in how to artificially induce evil and promote distortion!

In Ji Jue's opinion, this was no different from playing firecrackers on the manhole cover. The noise was definitely louder than usual, and the walking was definitely faster and more peaceful than usual.

If you are not careful at all, it will easily collapse out of control. If you are not careful again, something will pop out of the stove. But it is not the craftsman who has the final say.

After mastering the relevant techniques and theories, you can indeed transcend your own level and limits and create creations that exceed your own limits.

But the problem is that the controllability is almost non-existent.

It's a good job, but it's a bit of a waste of craftsmanship.

If you do it without any preparation, it will be like driving on a highway on a stormy night and stepping on the accelerator to death. Don't ask dad where you are going. Just leave and it will be over. There is no point in crying. At worst, I will take you with me!

Therefore, more control, adaptability and talent are required from the craftsmen.

Incompetent people and waste will die at the entry level, but if they can enter the room, their growth rate will soar like a rocket...

Because of this, the more Ji Jue studied, the more something was wrong.

Because of these theories and techniques, he has never seen them in anyone else!

Forget Duden, a rotten piece of trash, Lian Yun can be considered your direct disciple after all, so why can’t he know anything about it?

This set of textbooks that you have learned by yourself must have been compiled by you, an old guy, right off the top of your head!

Something is wrong, absolutely wrong!

Ji Jue pondered, and soon raised his eyes to look at the afterimage beside him: "Where is Lao Deng? I want to see Lao Deng!"

Afterimage was silent for a moment, then quickly raised his hand and pointed at a door behind him.

The door opens and the corridor appears.

"Thank you."

Ji Jue turned his wheelchair and walked slowly towards the corridor, ignoring the mess behind him.

The entire workshop seems to be constantly changing, even the space behind the same door is different every time you look at it. Sometimes this corridor leads to the material library, sometimes to Ji Jue's floor, sometimes to

The toilet has now become Kanemoto's studio.

No matter how many times I walked away, I could still feel the gaze and surveillance in the darkness.

It seems that every move is in the eyes of countless people.

Card wipe.

Not far away, a door slowly closed.

A rickety figure bowed his head and stepped back, respectfully closing the door for his teacher with a flattering smile.

Just when he turned around and saw Ji Jue not far away, the smile froze on his face.

Gradually it became livid and ferocious.

In his eyes, scarlet bloodshot threads slowly appeared.

Gritting his teeth.

"It's you..."

"Oh, we meet each other everywhere in life, isn't this a soulless man?"

Ji Jue glanced at the hunched and embarrassed appearance, as well as the puppet growing on the shoulder with flesh and blood, and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you acting like this?"

Bang!

The sinister craftsman looked livid, overturned Ji Jue's wheelchair, then pulled him by the neck, lifted him up from the ground, and smashed him against the wall.

The fingers are like iron pliers, tightening inch by inch.

"Listen, bitch, no matter what method you use to confuse the teacher, your good life will not last long!"

Cun Ling approached, stared at Ji Jue's face, and warned him word for word: "One day, you will fall into my hands, and then it will be time for us to settle the score!

Being suffocated, Ji Jue opened his mouth, but couldn't breathe, and his vision quickly became dark.

Until he saw enough of Ji Jue's embarrassed look, he slowly loosened his fingers.

I heard hoarse choking and wheezing, and even banter and ridicule.

"Brother, every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. It's not me who caused you to end up like this. You have to think about who did it, right?"

Ji Jue gasped and grinned: "If you really want to be so brave, you might as well turn around, kick open the door, and then stab Lao Deng to death. Is this considered to be a reward for the teacher's kindness and revenge?"

Cun Ling's expression twitched, and he suppressed his subconscious trembling and became furious: "If you dare to say one more word, I will cut you into pieces!"

"Yeah?"

Ji Jue was curious: "I feel like I can say a few more words, but maybe you can't...well, maybe you won't be able to do that soon."

Amidst his words of pity and sympathy, the hand holding his neck gradually lost its strength.

Trembling uncontrollably, he let go of his hand.

Ji Jue fell to the ground.

He held on to the wall and floor, propped up his body, and repositioned the wheelchair. Finally, after a lot of effort, he finally climbed up.

I was sweating all over and panting.

But at this moment, the soul that was rolling and struggling on the ground had already taken in and failed to breathe out. It was foaming at the mouth and dying. It was twitching instinctively and struggling in vain.

But I can't break free...

Those two palms strangling his neck!

Coming from behind him, the puppet that grew out of flesh and blood strangled his neck without warning and quickly closed it.

Behind the torn skin cracks, thick blood seeped out, but before it could flow out, it was sucked up by the puppet's hands.

Not only the body, but at this moment half of the flesh and blood, half of the matrix, half of the blessings and half of the soul inside the body suddenly turned ferocious and violently attacked, eager to devour him completely.

No matter how much he tried to comfort her, there was no response.

Suffocating, freezing, and struggling in vain.

Only hallucinatory laughter sounded, becoming clearer and clearer.

It was not until he was rolling and struggling that he finally saw the smiling face on the wheelchair and the dark eyes looking down indifferently, and he seemed to understand something instantly.

Cun Ling stared in horror, crawled forward on his hands and knees, grabbed Ji Jue's trousers, opened his mouth to beg, but no sound came out.

I could only kowtow like a prayer, and my forehead hit the floor again and again, with blood dripping from it.

Wailing vaguely.

From beginning to end, Ji Jue's face was expressionless.

Indifferent.

It wasn't until he was completely desperate and had no strength to struggle anymore that he heard the crisp sound.

Ji Jue's fingers tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair.

In an instant, the puppet's hands on his neck finally let go, and the cold air poured into his heart, bringing life and all the beauty in the world.

Cunling coughed violently, vomited out thick blood foam, and shed tears.

Already unable to move.

"You see, once you are in the same situation, you will understand each other's difficulties."

In his daze, he only saw a wheelchair passing in front of him, and a voice from a higher place came to his ears: "We must get along well, Brother Cunling."

Just like that, without stopping, it slowly ran over him.

Finally, he gave the puppet behind him a high-five and said goodbye:

"Bye, Bro~"

The puppet smiled ferociously, waved his hands enthusiastically, and watched him go away.

I watched him disappear at the end of the corridor before turning back and looking at the dying host. His eyes, which were as if they were carved from gemstones, revealed malice.

The game continues!

.

The door was opened in front of Ji Jue.

Behind the door, in the studio, countless parts are suspended in the air, rising and falling like birds, thousands of them, constantly converging and separating, surrounding the old figure.

"Why the commotion?" Jian Yuan asked without looking back.

"Maybe it's the tradition of bringing in the old and bringing in the new, right?"

Ji Jue smiled, as if he really thought he knew nothing, and praised sincerely: "The workplace culture of our Yousu Craftsmen is really great.

Harmony and friendship, working together for progress...don't you think there is something wrong somewhere?"

"The tyranny of embers is unworthy of mediocrity. The tyranny of decay is even worse than this. You are already competitors, so why waste your time on meaningless pretense?

Making the essence of things appear in the clearest way is the essence of craftsmanship. If you like to dream, you should seek the mirror and the heart center."

Kanyuan flicked his fingers, causing the huge thing composed of countless parts in front of him to disperse and disintegrate again. After a long time, he turned back and asked indifferently:

"What's the matter?"

"Well, you're done."

Ji Jue opened the toolbox on the armrest, picked up the recently-baked Niehua work, and threw it directly towards Jianyuan.

The sound of piercing the sky exploded.

Immediately, a ray of silver light stopped in front of Jianyuan, revealing his outline and appearance.

The slender handle, slightly wider but short front end, is about the length of an ordinary one-handed sword.

The handle is straight, but the front end is slightly curved and split like claws.

The blood on the surface is flowing endlessly, and just looking at it, I can feel the anger spreading across it, and my heart feels cold!

But Kanyuan, the more he looked at it, the tighter his brows became.

"What is this?"

"A gift."

Ji Jue said considerately: "I see that you are always grinning recently. I am afraid that your feet are itchy and it is not easy to pick them in front of others, so I specially gave you a tickle!"

Kanemoto's expression became increasingly gloomy.

"What's the purpose?"

"What else can it be used for? Of course it is scratching."

Ji Jue explained enthusiastically: "However, Zongjiang, don't think it looks ordinary. There is one thing that makes it particularly powerful -"

He paused for a moment to satisfy his appetite and satisfy his appetite:

"——The more you scratch it, the more it itches!"
Chapter completed!