The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 234 The Slaughterhouse (12)

Qian Rujin knew very well that the Star Alliance always prioritized profit.

In their eyes, sacrificing one or two people to achieve a greater strategic goal is a perfectly acceptable price to pay.

He used to think so too, but his opinion changed after the deaths of two of his most promising students in recent years.

"How can you be sure we're not in a second loop?" he retorted in a deep voice. "Don't forget, we have no memory of what happened before. And seven or eight of our teammates have already fallen completely. Making any rash moves now will only diminish our advantage."

His words temporarily quelled the unrest in the group.

"Then how exactly do we determine... which cycle we're in now?"

The same question also lingered in Song Hu's mind.

“Don’t worry,” Su Ninglong said confidently, “we are definitely still in the first cycle.”

She has a clone as a soul anchor, which is equivalent to having a built-in memory backup device, so the Mystic Spirit cannot forcibly delete her memories.

Even if reincarnation causes temporary memory loss, it can be recovered in a very short time; it just consumes more spiritual energy.

“In other words, the best time for us to break this deadlock is within the next two years.” She analyzed calmly. “We don’t have the formidable strength of Teacher Yuan, who could make the Evil Banquet Spirit release us willingly. I have a feeling that once we are dragged into the cycle of reincarnation, our chances of winning will be greatly reduced.”

Yuan Tingchao was also seriously injured when he escaped from here.

If it weren't for his strong will, he wouldn't have been able to hold on until the day he left the territory of the Filthy Banquet Spirit.

Song Hu, who completely trusted Su Ninglong's judgment, became nervous upon hearing this, "I'll go tell the teacher."

The two soon parted ways, and Song Hu filled in the important information he had missed when killing the monster that was checking the rooms yesterday. The fact that the monster that was checking the rooms must have had chunks of flesh, and that it had turned into a pile of blood and flesh, was the best proof of that.

Su Ninglong stood alone, looking at the piece of meat on the ground that belonged to the "quality inspection team leader," and frowned slightly.

What should we do with this?

Su Ninglong had no intention of creating another quality control team leader to increase competition. "Number Two, can you eat this piece too?" she asked.

Personnel Pig Manager No. 2 quickly shook his head, looking troubled: "I can't eat any more of this. I already have a position. If I eat any more, the supervisor will personally rip it out of my stomach."

Although the body won't actually die from the dismemberment and disembowelment, the pain is very real.

Su Ninglong stroked her chin and took out a useless sacred artifact that she hadn't used in a long time from her storage equipment: the Qiankun Shrine.

As soon as she opened the shrine door, the piece of flesh that Song Hu found hard to resist began to wriggle slightly, as if attracted by something, slowly crawling towards the shrine.

But as soon as it made contact, it recoiled as if sensing danger and tried to escape.

How could Su Ninglong let it go?

With a flick of her finger, the shrine suddenly sucked the piece of meat in.

The chunk of meat could only obediently be dragged into the shrine, and once the Secret Agent's Decree was affixed, it was completely sealed inside the Secret Agent's Decree.

Within the confined space created by the Secret Order, the lump of flesh gradually oozed a black substance, which slowly spread, attempting to occupy the entire space.

No matter how much it struggled, it could never completely fill this area.

Su Ninglong gently raised the corners of her mouth.

Even the most useless things can come in handy someday.

The body, having lost its flesh, quickly turned into a pool of soft, rotting flesh.

Personnel Pig Manager No. 2 stared at the pile of stuff, unconsciously swallowing hard.

As he stood up, Su Ninglong caught a glimpse of his infatuated gaze.

"Don't tell me you want to eat this shit-like stuff."

HR Manager Number Two muttered, "What shit? This is clearly good meat. I haven't even had breakfast yet..."

Su Ninglong immediately imagined Tong Zi and the others walking into the cafeteria and seeing what "breakfast" was, and her stomach churned.

The HR manager jumped back in fright, his face filled with terror: "What is that thing?"

"I can take your things." Su Ninglong said calmly. "Don't worry, as long as you haven't done anything to wrong me, I won't touch you."

She picked up the quality control team leader's name tag and casually twirled it between her fingers. "Let's go. I've done what I promised you. Now it's your turn to do something for me."

The second HR manager stammered, "What... what can I do?"

"Contracts," Su Ninglong said, her tone unchanged, "Didn't my companions all sign contracts? Let's get their contracts first. Also, what's the correct way to resign? Now that you've inherited this body, your permissions should be much wider, right?"

She guessed correctly; Personnel Manager No. 2 did indeed possess a lot of information that was previously inaccessible.

When he was the quality control team leader, he didn't mind revealing some information to Su Ninglong. But once he took the position of human resources manager, he felt inexplicably resistant and didn't want to be with Su Ninglong anymore.

"But the contracts are all locked up..."

He's already on that pirate ship; how could we let him off?

"Was yesterday's meat delicious?" Su Ninglong suddenly interrupted him, her finger gently turning a seemingly simple silver ring. The ring's surface was covered with fine patterns, which seemed to come alive and wriggle slightly as she turned it.

She subtly turned the ring face towards the back of her finger.

The HR manager suddenly felt his body stiffen, followed by an unbearable tingling and itching sensation all over his body, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing and crawling under his skin.

"You poisoned me? How despicable!"

“I didn’t poison her.” Su Ninglong’s eyebrows curved into a smile, her pig-headed face still exuding a friendly and kind aura, like a benevolent philanthropist. “However, I admit to being ‘despicable’.”

She never claimed to be kind; cooperating with the Mysterious Spirit was like asking a tiger for its skin.

She kindly helped this pig-headed man "upgrade" so that she could better control him.

“I’ve had murderous intent toward you from the very beginning. How could you think I’ve suddenly become merciful?” She smiled slightly, but her gaze was icy. “I won’t take your life. You just saw it yourself. Even if you inherited the ability of the previous pig-manager, I can still take care of you instantly without the help of other pig-headed people.”

"So, just do as I say, okay?"

The HR manager was curled up on the ground in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably, looking disheveled and pitiful.

But the pair of black eyes that were staring at him remained completely still, their eyelashes trembling slightly, their calmness bordering on indifference.

He finally realized that he had really messed up this time, encountering a vicious and wicked pig-man.

"I promise... I promise!" he screamed hoarsely, the intense pain making it impossible for him to continue.

Su Ninglong released her hold on him. She hadn't actually used poison; she had used a Gu poison.

As a weapon refiner, I deal with all kinds of spiritual practitioners all year round, and naturally I come into contact with all kinds of spiritual arts and strange methods.

People who raise Gu poisons are not uncommon, and in order to gain a more comprehensive understanding of the properties of materials and to refine more adaptable sacred artifacts, Su Ninglong has also studied these "miscellaneous subjects" quite a bit.

Poisons often have limited effects on spirits and require highly targeted application. But Gu worms are different; they can affect most individuals with life or life-like characteristics, especially parasites and mutants.

Of course, Gu itself is also a kind of creature, and it can also be affected by ominous energy.

Su Ninglong didn't want to have to deal with the Gu worms she had released, which had mutated due to pollution, while dealing with the Mystic Spirit.

Therefore, the Gu she used were almost all disposable, lacking energy supply and having an extremely short active period.

If Personnel Manager No. 2 could grit his teeth and endure it a little longer, he would find that these worms were all bark and no bite.

Given their "dead body constitution," the Gu worms are actually impossible to control in the long term.

Unfortunately, despite his guise as the quality control team leader, he was already stunned by the scene of Su Ninglong instantly killing the former HR manager and had no intention of resisting, choosing to submit directly.

Ultimately, it was his ingrained way of thinking that ruined him.

Su Ninglong walked out of the cargo room with her hands behind her back, saying without turning her head, "Don't even think about sneaking up on me. My weapons... will protect me in every way."

The Guixu Umbrella silently appeared behind her, turning slightly.

The second HR manager was still shaken and temporarily suppressed all thoughts of resistance.

When they returned to the slaughterhouse with their work badges, the hunters who had not yet been transformed all turned pale, clearly disgusted by the canteen's "breakfast".

Su Ninglong herself could also smell a faint, rotten stench emanating from many of the pig-headed men.

"Sigh, I haven't had breakfast yet." HR Manager No. 2 clicked his tongue, looking regretful, but he had no choice but to obediently take Su Ninglong to find the contract.

He seemed to know by nature where the contracts were kept, and headed straight for the office. But at the door, he suddenly stopped, nervously peered inside, and lowered his voice to say:
“You…you’d better not come in with me. 'They' are inside…”

Su Ninglong said with a forced smile, "What's it to you? Maybe they want to change jobs too."

She gave the HR manager a push, and the two of them stepped into the office one after the other.

The dejected workers sat at their posts, their eyelids drooping, as if they would never wake up.

But when they saw Su Ninglong walk in with the HR manager, their eyes suddenly lit up.

Several greedy gazes lingered on Su Ninglong, scanning her back and forth, as if they were tangible and piercing.

"Hey employee, what's up?" A long-haired, pig-headed woman looked up, her voice incongruously seductive. She stared at Su Ninglong, unconsciously licking her lips. "You haven't been officially hired yet, have you? Want to stay?"

Her employee ID card read "Finance," and Su Ninglong also noticed that a large amount of financial data was displayed on the screen on her desk.

The moment the words "promoted to a permanent position" were uttered, all the idiots in the office grinned in unison.

An ominous atmosphere suddenly became so thick it was almost suffocating.

The shadow beneath the finance officer's feet began to extend and lengthen silently, as if it possessed its own consciousness, reaching towards Suninglong.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Su Ninglong took a step forward at that moment, and her shadow was completely blocked by the corner of the HR manager's table.

The shadow that had been extending out twisted and turned reluctantly for a few moments before finally retreating to its original position in a huff.

"She's here to resign." HR Manager No. 2 slowly took out a stack of contracts. "We signed quite a few contracts yesterday, take a look yourself."

Su Ninglong did not reach out to take it, but instead used her divine sense to quickly scan the contract and then accurately extracted the contracts of Tong Zi and the other four people.

"Resign?" The coquettish voice suddenly rose in pitch. "You finally got in, why would you leave?"

"Oh? Employees don't need a reason to resign, right?" Su Ninglong asked the HR manager about the specific procedures while organizing the contracts.

"You need to go to the factory manager's office to get a stamp. Once it's stamped, you'll no longer be slaughterhouse employees. Think it over? Our factory has very good benefits."

"Yes, it's not easy to find a job outside once you leave here."

“We’re doing this for your own good. This is a big company, after all. If you go to those small, insignificant places, you’ll suffer a lot of grievances.”

"We're family together..."

Their attempts to "try their best" to keep him turned into endless mutterings.

Even though she was on guard, Su Ninglong still experienced a moment of disorientation.

Her expression hardened; among these pig-headed men, there were those capable of influencing minds.

She quickly scanned the entire room but couldn't find the exact source.

With so many spiritual beings gathered together, trouble is indeed brewing.

Where is the factory manager's office?

"At the very end... but the factory manager isn't often here."

Su Ninglong wanted the HR manager to lead the way, but he refused, clearly fearing she might go back on her word and kill him halfway.

I'm getting more and more timid.

Moreover, she noticed that the managers in this office seemed extremely reluctant to step out of their rooms.

This filthy feast spirit is too perceptive of human nature, keeping these managers living in fear all day long, thus endlessly draining their emotions.

The repeated harvesting is practically like a perpetual motion machine.

The current situation is gradually becoming clear: a portion of the Filthy Feast Spirit's power is invested in these pig-headed men. It not only uses their abilities to consolidate its territory but also keeps them living in constant danger and fear.

It has both trapped and domesticated humanity.

Breaking it down into smaller parts makes it harder to completely eliminate, but she felt she had overlooked something. The contaminated area felt too strange to her; the Filthy Spirit was definitely more powerful than it seemed.

Without a guardian to keep her in check, she might be at a disadvantage. But with Qi Shen right outside, Su Ninglong wasn't worried at all; she just had to get to work.

Holding the contract, he knocked on the door of the factory manager's office.

There was no response from inside. She tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn't open; the cold handle locked the interior space firmly.

Just then, a bespectacled pig-headed man silently approached: "Who are you? Do you need to see the factory manager?"

Su Ninglong replied as usual, "I'm here to process my resignation, and I need the factory manager's stamp."

“You can’t resign now,” the bespectacled pig-headed man smiled slightly. “It will have to be in three days. The factory manager is away on a business trip.”

“Oh, then I’ll come back later…” Su Ninglong frowned and looked the other person up and down. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit, and his whole demeanor exuded an indescribable strangeness.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" The eyes behind the glasses narrowed slightly.

Those tiny eyes seemed to hold countless swirling vortexes, firmly locking onto Su Ninglong.

"The factory manager likes hardworking employees. Since you haven't resigned yet, you're still one of us."

Under his gaze, Su Ninglong felt her thoughts begin to stagnate, and a strange, submissive feeling welled up in her heart. She inexplicably felt an urge to nod in agreement.