The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 241 The Slaughterhouse (19)

Song Hu pointed to his left: "Isn't she here?" But when he looked over, he was stunned. Su Ninglong seemed to be really gone.

In fact, Su Ninglong was standing right next to Tong Zi. She asked in a low voice, "Do you think I could get some benefits if I went to the Star Glory Alliance now?"

The Star Alliance, relying on its superior numbers, is clearly trying to outpace the Star Alliance in terms of progress. Su Ninglong isn't entirely confident about the amount cleared yesterday; should she secretly "slack off" a little?
“Go if you want,” Tong Zi said calmly. “I’ve already said I won’t interfere with your actions.”

Su Ninglong objected again, "Forget it, let's play it safe."

The most important thing right now is to carry out the cleanup while ensuring our own safety.

Tong Zi had a half-smile, while Su Ninglong appeared indifferent but was actually the most soft-hearted and couldn't bear to lose her teammates.

After Su Ninglong emerged from her pig-headed state, her senses became acutely acutely sharpened.

Before, she felt as if she were covered by a thick cloak, but now that she has broken free of her shackles, she feels completely relaxed.

She even felt that, in her current state, she could hold her own against that mysterious factory manager for dozens of rounds without being at a disadvantage.

The pig-headed man's identity had indeed shielded her from all senses without her realizing it.

Having confirmed this, she turned her attention back to the gate to the livestock area.

This time, there was only silence behind the door. Without hesitation, she pushed the door open again, never discouraged or hesitant because of her previous failure.

"Purrrrrrr!"

The once quiet corridor was suddenly filled with loud squeals of pigs. Four plump, live pigs were hanging upside down from the ceiling, their hooves tightly bound, like four loudspeakers. Several wounds were cut into their bodies, dripping black, foul-smelling blood.

Such a wicked trick must have come from Su Ninglong.

The pig-headed people came running at the sound, completely unaware that they were stepping into a killing trap filled with pink bubbles.

Meanwhile, the remaining staff who hadn't had time to clean the office were still sleepy.

No one knows what happened, but they slept unusually soundly that night. When they woke up, they felt weak all over, and their hands and feet felt as heavy as if they were tied with two hundred pounds of weight.

In a daze, a strange fragrance wafted from afar. They pushed aside the ordinary pig-headed man in front of them, whose movements were even more numb, and staggered forward.

Until their beady eyes reflected the four "humans and animals" being used as bait not far away.

The moment his gaze fell upon that slender figure, an inexplicable chill ran down his spine.

They seemed to have seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her.

A pure fear is deeply ingrained in their subconscious, making them instinctively want to escape.

But yesterday's lavish feast made their appetites even more insatiable.

Above them were screaming livestock, and on the ground lay plenty of "meat," enough for them to have a hearty meal.

Instinct ultimately prevailed over fear.

They roughly pushed aside the other pig-headed men and rushed towards the food, stuffing it into their mouths without restraint, as if something was uncontrollably devouring their reason.

The pig-headed man had advanced another distance.

The pink bubble suddenly burst, and more than a dozen pig-headed men fell to the ground.

The pig-headed men, drawn in from behind, stepped over their companions' corpses without hesitation and continued forward.

The entire scene was like a living hell.

One after another, the Qiankun Shrines were consumed.

Zhao Piku couldn't help but sigh twice. They didn't know who these people were in life, but they were trapped here by bad luck and had to act as puppets for the evil spirits after death.

They died and their bodies were never found; no one knows which name is written on the black tombstone.

It's so pitiful. It would be better to let him truly rest in peace, let dust return to dust, and ashes to ashes.

The slaughterhouse was in complete chaos.

The hunters of the Star Alliance also began to move freely, and when they saw the rotting corpses all over the ground, they were all shocked and horrified.

It turns out that the Star Alliance members are playing the role of "living Yama" here.

Because the cleanup was done so quickly, some pieces of meat couldn't be retrieved in time. Soon after, they turned into black smoke and quietly disappeared.

Everyone realized that something terrible was about to happen.

The sound of heavy footsteps came closer and closer.

"The overseer has appeared, let's go!" Nobody wanted to face those relentless monsters head-on at this moment.

Inside the slaughterhouse, despite the fact that a large number of pig-headed figures had already been removed, it now appeared even more "lively" than before.

They had to search for any remaining targets in the narrow gaps while constantly evading the overseers.

The six men moved around the vast slaughterhouse, eventually hiding in the canteen to avoid the overseers. The canteen had three doors and was spacious enough that they wouldn't be completely trapped.

This is also the quietest place, because it smells so bad.

Hunters from the Star Alliance consciously stayed away from this place.

The pots in the canteen kitchen were filled with a black, foul-smelling paste, and the skeletons hanging on the side of the pots had a pale white color, as if they had been repeatedly stewed.

"Did you notice those pig-headed people today? They seem to have become more sluggish and more insane."

"It seems our actions last night did indeed cause them some harm."

"It is also possible that they become weaker as they get closer to the 'rotation day'."

"At this rate, it feels like we're going to lose. The difference in numbers is too big."

Tong Zi and the others discussed in hushed tones when another chasing sound came from outside the cafeteria, and they all fell silent.

The Star Alliance did not take collective action, but instead split into several groups.

This is why some groups have imperfect combinations of superpowers, and they are easily at a disadvantage when facing a supervisor.

"You're fast, go find reinforcements! Otherwise we'll all die here!" A hunter said anxiously, helping his injured companion up.

"Don't say anything unlucky. The foreman isn't very fast. As long as we keep running, we'll eventually run into other teams!"

But both of them knew in their hearts that the hope was actually very slim. The slaughterhouse was too big; even if it were crammed with nearly a thousand people, it would still feel empty, not to mention that they had already cleaned up so many pig-headed men.

This commercial planet is densely populated, and the slaughterhouse was built to meet the huge demand of the surrounding market, so its large scale was inevitable.

The chances of running into a rescue team are extremely low.

These hunters, tasked with drawing away the overseers, were, in essence, cannon fodder—a large and plentiful supply of supplies. The Star Alliance had long anticipated their sacrifice; those who survived would continue as cannon fodder, while those who died would receive compensation for their families, and the alliance would replace them with a new batch.

They couldn't help but regret joining the Star Alliance in the first place. The Star Alliance had actually tried to recruit them, but the promised benefits were too tempting, which ultimately led them to choose this alliance.

The Star Alliance wasn't just making empty promises; of course, there were the promised benefits, on the condition that one could enter the core team. For ordinary spiritual practitioners, this was like a worthless check—who knew when they would actually receive it?

The wounded hunter was already extremely weak and could no longer hold on. He staggered and collapsed to the ground. Before falling, he used his last strength to push his teammates away: "Run! Don't look back."

But the overseer had already raised the heavy axe.

“I…I…” The other hunter stood frozen in place. He didn’t want to abandon his companion, but he was powerless to help.

He had almost exhausted his spiritual power while trying to get rid of the pig-headed men.

He could only watch helplessly as the axe fell, secretly vowing in his heart: if he could survive this, he would absolutely, absolutely resign, leave the Star Alliance, and go back to being an ordinary person.

At the critical moment, countless silver threads descended from the sky, precisely entangled their fallen companion.

His companion was pulled away by the silver thread, and at the same time a white figure passed by him. The silver thread deftly wrapped around the overseer's arm with her movement, and in the blink of an eye, it was severed.

saved!
He recognized the person's face and froze on the spot. The one who saved them was actually a member of the Star Alliance.

Zhaopiku patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Aren't you going to hurry up and go?"

"Thank you!" He quickly helped his companion up, a clear reminder echoing in his ears: "There are only two of you left now. Once you find the others, stick with the group no matter what. When it comes to life, as long as you don't intentionally drag others down, it's better than dying without knowing why."

"Okay! Thank you!" Since he had already decided to leave, he didn't ask any more questions about why the other party had come to his rescue. He just couldn't help but turn around and glance at the tall figure who was completely dismembering the overseer.

So handsome... the kind of handsome that makes you fall in love at first sight!

People always say that Star Alliance members are cold-hearted, but that's a complete misunderstanding. They're probably just jealous that the Star Alliance members are more handsome.

Su Ninglong silently calculated the supervisor's recovery speed and keenly noticed: "It's slowed down!"

The work area and the quality inspection area are indeed connected, but I don't know why they are divided into two parts.

Most of the questions have been answered, and the answer to the remaining questions likely lies with the factory manager.

The Filthy Feast Spirit uses the entire slaughterhouse as its banquet hall, and all the pig-headed people are its food, including the new "employees".

Inside the slaughterhouse, as long as a pig's head is still attached, it's only a matter of time before it becomes "food."

They overturned the entire ground and cleared away all the pig-headed people they could find.

The slaughterhouse fell into a complete silence, the stench so strong it severely impaired everyone's sense of smell.

The expected anomaly has not occurred. What exactly is going on?

As initially planned, quantitative change should lead to qualitative change. All the pig-headed men have been eliminated, and none of the inspectors are left. The overseer remains unkillable, and a further search of the factory manager's office yields nothing.

Before we knew it, it was evening again.

Su Ninglong bit her lower lip and whispered, "Have we... overlooked something?"

We can't delay any longer. There's no turning back now. It's impossible that the Filthy Spirit didn't notice. Where did we go wrong?
She replayed every memory from when she entered the slaughterhouse, and suddenly stood up.

"It's a security guard." She patted her forehead, realizing she had fallen into a cognitive trap.

The security guards weren't even in the same space as them.

The separation of the two spaces is not due to the existence of two secret spirits, nor is it for the purpose of so-called "rotation".

All of this is to protect the security guards, making the pig-headed security guards an unassailable individual.

They had always believed that without security guards, it would be difficult for them to enter the slaughterhouse.

That's not actually the case. When the security guards turned around, they had every opportunity to kill him outright.

Neither the HR manager nor the quality control team leader ever questioned who "Yuantingchao" was, nor did they care whether the new employees were obedient or hardworking.

Because "nutrients" never need to be carefully tended.

"So at first I thought the security guard didn't dare to go against you because you could kill him, that's why he compromised..." Eagle Bone finally realized what was going on.

The answer closest to the truth was actually presented to them from the very beginning.

If they could do it all over again, they still wouldn't choose to kill the security guards first, but now that they knew the problem, Tong Zi immediately had a solution in mind.

The plan had already mentioned that the space issue would be handled by Qirui, which operates outside the venue.

Tong Zi's special ability will serve as a last resort for safe transfer.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but silently praise Feng Ying for developing the entire action plan, as well as Su Ninglong for contributing many key ideas.

There was no need to hesitate when choosing which talisman to tear off. Su Ninglong tore off her own talisman first.

Qi Rui, who was yawning, suddenly stood up, sniffed, and then bumped his head against Qi Shen's calf to remind himself that it was time to take action.

Qi Shen patted its head, and the big cat's figure disappeared silently.

A moment later, Qi Rui appeared beside Su Ninglong.

The thick, stench in the air instantly made its fur stand on end, its eyes narrowed to slits, and it sneezed several times in a row. The once majestic cat suddenly curled up into a ball of fur, a sight that made one want to laugh.

"Qirui, take Teacher Zhao to deal with the pig-headed security guards at the front and back gates." Su Ninglong said succinctly, "You can't take him out. You have to bring Zhao Piku back safely, understand? After you complete the mission, you can go back to Qi Shen's place."

In short, follow Teacher Zhao's instructions in everything.

Qirui glanced at its owner sideways, as if to say: Isn't what you're saying obvious? Do I look like such a willful cat?

Once Zhaopiku and Qirui left, the remaining people could only wait.

Time passed slowly, and dusk gradually descended upon the slaughterhouse. The surrounding curtains began to soften and become strange, and a sound that seemed to be crying or howling came from somewhere.

The rest area, which was originally part of the safe zone, has become rotten and deformed, and the doors have disappeared.

The red light was visibly dimming, as if foreshadowing some kind of bloody storm to come.

Under the cover of the Guixu Umbrella, Song Hu and the others retreated to the slaughter area, which had no corridor for shelter. However, the headless man from yesterday was wandering in this area. The eerie figure that flashed by under the red light sent chills down their spines.

On the other side, the members of the Star Alliance gathered and hid near the cargo warehouse. Under Qian Rujin's command, they divided into groups to take turns dealing with the overseers: once the overseers recovered, they would immediately kill them again, and so on. This method of direct confrontation resulted in fewer casualties than the previous guerrilla warfare.

However, due to the previous pursuit of the scattered pig-headed men, the new tactical instructions were not communicated to all squads in time, resulting in a serious tactical disconnect.

Of the original fifty hunters who entered the contaminated area, twenty-one have died, nearly half of them have been wiped out.

Qian Rujin had long anticipated that the casualties would be severe, but when the exact figures were presented to him, his heart was still heavy.