Above Destiny

Chapter 232: Why don’t you bow down to the master now that you have met him?

At the same time, outside the warehouse storage room on the third floor, there was silence.

All the craftsmen who rushed here had pale faces and stood trembling on both sides, listening to the footsteps gradually approaching. They were sweating profusely and could hardly stand still.

In the dead silence, Jianyuan walked with his hands behind his back in the unrecognizable and messy storage room.

With a flick of his hand, he crushed the deformed creature that was trying to climb out of the broken box into a pool of pitch-black liquid, which then spread all over the wall. The sound of blood dripping lingered in everyone's ears, as if they were hearing their own blood spilling on the ground.

Trembling and uneasy.

Finally, Jianyuan's gaze fell on the wall, where there was a line of large, sloppy characters written in thick ink.

Like a visitor's greeting.

[I heard that you have a rich collection. I am so happy that I came to visit you.]

I came here with excitement, and I will leave when the excitement is gone. I will leave a poem as a souvenir. 】

Poetry:

[A thin horse has long hair and 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 ever seen the other.]

boom! ! !
The moment Jianyuan finished reading, the explosives in the crack suddenly exploded, flames gushed out, swept across, air waves surged, and then everything came to an abrupt stop.

freeze.

Just by casually waving and snapping fingers, without the help of any blessing, the stasis zone of the Road of Ruins appeared here!
The flames rose like flowers and the broken iron scattered like leaves.

The cracked calligraphy on the wall looked even uglier.

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

"Spiritual preservation."

In the crowd that was standing stiffly and trembling, someone suddenly rushed out, crawled forward, and knelt on the ground: "Teacher, I'm here."

Jian Yuan didn't even turn his head. He just raised his hand and pointed at the wall in front of him: "Look, how is this poem?"

In an instant, cold sweat began to ooze out of Cun Ling's body like a waterfall, and he was sweating profusely.

He mustered up the courage to look up, and looked for a long time, over and over again, and finally answered in a trembling voice: "Bullshit!"

"really."

Jian Yuan nodded, turned around, glanced at his student, and suddenly asked: "You said, I'm busy these two days, there are many things in the workshop, can you take care of it all?
Now, how are you doing?"

Death was imminent, but the soul was no longer panicking. There was no point in panicking. In despair, he lay on the ground:

"It's a mess."

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

Jian Yuan chuckled and pointed at the wall: “Isn’t this the trouble you created?

I have taught you for so many years, but I didn't expect that you have not made any progress in seeking success or results. You are very talented in causing trouble and chaos. I guess I was wrong about you."

"Teacher, please have mercy on me, teacher, teacher, I..."

Cun Ling's tears streamed down his cheeks, and he 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 by others, he was just like the mob, being led by the nose step by step..."

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

At that moment, Cun Ling was overjoyed and moved to tears.

The kowtow became more and more crazy.

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

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

Only Cun Ling was in the empty collection room, bowing his head and shedding tears.

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

In the solemn entrance hall, everyone stood still in their seats, exchanging glances with each other, feeling panic and uneasiness, and whispering to each other.

Among all people, Sun Ci looked the most relaxed.

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 he is in charge, he is in charge of the garbage dump...

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

"So serious, what happened? Why do you all look so…"

His assistant stood beside him, head down, looking around curiously. Sun Ci quietly waved his hand, signaling him to lower his voice: "Something happened. With such a big scene, the master craftsman may have to punish you."

"What excommunication?" Ji Jue was curious.

Sun Ci's expression twitched, and turned pale. He dared not say any more:
"...Just watch."

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

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

Not a word.

At the end of everyone, an iron frame was slowly pushed forward. Everyone saw it and immediately moved away in fear, leaving a large space for it.

Then, the naked-chested soul, escorted by two craftsmen, trembled as it walked onto the stage, step by step, and was tied to an iron frame.

Gudong, Gudong, Gudong, Gudong...

A hair-raising boiling sound rang out from the empty darkness under the iron frame. Then, faint eyes opened from the darkness, and sticky darkness snaked out like tentacles.

It entwined and clung to the body of Cun Ling.

Hissing.

Deep into the bone marrow.

Cun Ling's face was pale, he gritted his teeth and tried to hold it in, but finally he couldn't bear it anymore and roared miserably, shouting until his throat was broken, and the hoarse and shrill cries never stopped.

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

The flesh and blood squirmed, dried up and cracked.

Behind his back, a large bulge of flesh and blood had formed, and was still expanding rapidly, draining his soul and blessings, devouring them hungrily, and finally, tearing his flesh and blood apart.

A wooden doll covered with blood-colored lines grew on the skeleton. It was very lifelike, and its face was exactly the same as the original spirit, except that one was trembling with fear, while the other was laughing wildly and ferociously.

Only half of it has grown, and the lower half has not yet been completed.

The grinning puppet hugged his neck with both arms and looked around hungrily. Amid the sound of gasping for air, Ji Jue held his breath.

Creepy!

Evil transformation...

The evil transformation of the Ashes series!

Jianyuan directly triggered the great gift of sin within Cunling's body, intensified the balance, and hatched from his soul a deformed creature made of Cunling's soul and flesh!

However, the Creator does not allow the soul of the existing spirit to drain and complete the transformation. Instead, it deliberately stops the progress halfway, inflicting just the right amount of pain to the maximum extent.

This evil creature, with half of its soul and flesh taken away and never fully grown, has become a dreadful hazard to the living soul from then on. If it slacks off for even a night, it will be completely drained away in the irreversible evil transformation.

But at the same time…if the existing soul can win this competition and completely control the evil things catalyzed by its own soul, then by turning one into two, I’m afraid that its own skills and abilities will also undergo a leap-forward transformation, and its connection with stagnation and corruption will also be qualitatively improved.

But what about the possibilities?

How high? Almost nothing...

The test was too harsh and too cruel.

It's like kicking a person who is dying 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 advance, you will die!

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

Ji Jue subconsciously shrank his neck.

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

Everyone breathed a visibly sigh of relief.

He lowered his head and became more respectful.

Someone has to take the blame, that's good enough!
Too annoying, luckily it wasn't me...

Then, they heard Jianyuan's voice.

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

"It's not easy to get in. Setting up a temple in a snail shell is the most clever. The means are also very beautiful. He is ruthless, cruel to others and even crueler to himself... I didn't expect such a person to choose Ember instead of Bailu."

Jian Yuan held his chin up, his blue eyes blazing with flames, 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 stared at each other with wide eyes, not understanding what the master meant. Even after they understood, they did not dare to understand and pretended not to understand, like quails that had withdrawn their heads.

Trembling with fear.

When Jianyuan looked over, the crowd separated to both sides in fear.

Ji Jue also learned to avoid gazes.

But I found that the gaze was already glued to me...

Follow yourself.

My heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

"..."

His scarred face twitched, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked submissive, as if he mustered up his courage: "Master Jianyuan? Are you with..."

"Yes, with you."

Jian Yuan nodded in response without waiting for him to finish.

Boom!
Next to Ji Jue, the dazed Sun Ci had fallen backwards, completely fainting in fear.

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

Jian Yuan glanced at his pretentious posture and commented: "Although the application is a bit scattered, the foundation is very solid, which is really good. Although the ember breath on your body is heavy, it is not much. You must have just been a craftsman for a short time, right?

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

He paused for a moment and sighed, "It's really a good material."

Ji Jue trembled with fear, fell to the ground, and spoke incoherently:
"Master, I really..."

"I don't have a very good patience, so I suggest you don't waste your time."

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

"..."

At that moment, Ji Jue's expression turned gloomy.

In the end, there is nothing I can do but sigh.

"You are such a shameless old man... Are you fishing here?"

"When managing a household, caution comes first. When you sense something is wrong, you should always be prepared." Jian Yuan laughed mockingly, "An old man who refuses to die is a thief, isn't that the truth?"

In response, Ji Jue nodded approvingly.

"What a coincidence, we criminals are the same."

At that moment, Jianyuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Far away outside the workshop, trucks that had crashed into the ruins were stopped, and then, surrounded by various creations and craftsmen, a careful search was carried out.

The driver's seat, the cabin, the bottom of the car...

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

Not even a bomb!

And just in the basement of the workshop, in the recycling department, the leading craftsmen broke down the door and captured every apprentice. They moved forward and smashed the partition of the office, and finally saw the empty box.

Even, there was a big hole in the floor that led directly to the sewer...

In the gushing stinking water, mercury spiders crawled back and forth, the heavy pyrogallol explosives on their backs flashing red alarm lights, and the ticking sound was so harsh.

And so urgent.

The person in the front turned pale instantly.

And then……

boom! ! ! !

(End of this chapter)