The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 244 The Slaughterhouse (22)

"Where is Su Ninglong? Is she traveling alone or with the main group?"

Did you encounter any monsters when you went in?

"..."

One question after another, and seeing how cooperative the big cat was, Yun Fei suddenly changed the subject: "Qirui, how much longer until you grow up? When are you going to have a litter of kittens? If you do, I'll reserve one..."

Aoli is female and Qirui is male, making a perfect pair.

Qirui instantly bristled, its tail standing straight up. "How dare you ask such impolite questions!"
The cat's claws swung across with lightning speed, leaving three light white marks on Yun Fei's face. There was no bleeding, indicating that Qi Rui had held back and only wanted to teach him a lesson.

Yun Fei couldn't help but chuckle.

Humans have been studying the reproduction of guide dogs for a long time, but unfortunately, these creatures are simply impossible to restrain.

Even if the space is sealed off, they can still tear through the space and escape if they want to, even at the cost of their lives.

Therefore, how they reproduce remains a mystery, and it cannot be solved simply by gathering a male and a female.

"One, two, three... three marks, pay me back three kids." Yun Fei touched the claw marks on his face, half-jokingly trying to extort money from me.

Qi Rui turned his head away, too lazy to argue with an idiot.

It prefers to snuggle up next to Qi Shen, where it is quiet and peaceful, which is gentle on a feline's ears.

Yun Fei clicked his tongue and laughed, "The little kitten is trying to renege on its promise."

He stretched, found a place to sit in Qi Shen's room, and said in a slightly more serious tone, "Let me know when the contaminated area is unsealed, okay?"

Qi Shen tilted his head slightly and replied, "Okay." He naturally reached out to the side of the chair and rubbed Qi Rui's fluffy head. "You're quite strong. It's rare to see such a young navigator dog as robust as you."

"Meow!" The lazy meow was filled with undisguised pride.

Its success today is inseparable from the legacy of Bai Ze, the guidance of Aoli, and the continuous supply of nutrition and energy from Suninglong.

Lead dogs are supposed to grow up on the streets, but Qirui is lucky to have met a responsible owner and an adult dog to accompany and guide him.

Therefore, Qirui is the smartest and most handsome among the navigator dogs.

"Qi Shen, I heard you applied to come here on your own initiative, all for Su Ninglong?" Yun Fei asked directly, because Qi Shen was sitting with his back to him, so he didn't see the corners of Qi Shen's mouth curling up.

Shen Zhaoming stared at the screen, his fingers curling up as he stood nervously with his arms crossed.

Whether he should make an excuse to leave for a while or pretend nothing happened and stay behind, this question seems a bit private.

He wanted to pry into the thoughts of the Keeper, but he didn't really want to know, fearing that he would be detained as an assistant, since he preferred working in the laboratory.

Qi Shen sat with his back to Yun Fei in the chair, his voice calm yet clear: "Yes, she is the most suitable person to take my place. There are always a few days each month when I am not able to move around easily. With her around, I might be able to take a few more days off."

Yun Fei and Shen Zhaoming choked at the same time, almost wondering if the person in front of them had been switched. Would the former Qi Shen have said such a thing so bluntly and even "shamelessly"?

"Did you ask her what she wanted?" Yun Fei pressed.

“She should be very interested in my work environment. As long as she’s willing to cover my shifts occasionally, she can study the mystical spirits in the Mystic Order.” Qi Shen’s tone was confident, as if he had already calculated that Su Ninglong would not refuse, but he still left room for maneuver, “I will ask her myself after the competition.”

Powerful and confident, yet maintaining basic politeness, without acting first and asking questions later.

It's estimated that Su Ninglong might actually be willing to take over for a while.

Yun Fei pursed his lips, knowing full well that this guy was definitely up to no good. Qi Shen and Su Ninglong were both cunning and ruthless; if they really got together, the government would be in for a world of trouble.

"Once she sees your true colors, she might be the first to nail you to the position of Guardian, so you can never escape," Yun Fei said half-jokingly.

The group chatted back and forth in a relaxed tone, as if the dangers of the outside world had been temporarily isolated.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the other side of the camp was completely different.

Lian Xinyi and Charlie lay on a makeshift medical bed, their bodies trembling from repeated injuries and treatments.

Lena and another healing spirit took turns casting spells, soft light flowing over their wounds, the muscle tissue slowly healing, only to be torn apart again by the residual polluted energy within their bodies.

Nutrient solutions and plasma were continuously infused into their bodies through tubing, maintaining their precarious vital signs. Lei Qingya stared intently at the screen, which displayed the real-time vital signs of the six people in the contaminated area; any fluctuation made him tense.

No one dared to let their guard down. On the edge of this sealed-off, contaminated zone, hope and death were locked in a silent tug-of-war.

Lian Xinyi stared blankly at the top of the treatment pod, her face radiating a listlessness as if all life had been drained from her.

He could grit his teeth and bear it for the first two days, but today, every treatment feels like a dull knife grinding against his flesh. He really feels that he will die in this cold "coffin" sooner or later.

Charlie, who was standing next to him, had fainted from the pain several times. Although he was awake at this moment, his once chubby cheeks were now noticeably sunken. The continuous high-intensity exertion had almost drained his energy.

"Charlie, can you hold on?" Lian Xinyi asked in a hoarse voice.

"I could... but I really crave Uncle Xing's crispy fried chicken." Charlie's voice was weak.

The torment over the past few days has made it almost impossible for him to eat normally, and he is only kept alive by intravenous nutrition.

The mere mention of fried chicken conjures up images of a large, golden, crispy piece of fried chicken in his mind's eye, and he can even smell its smoky aroma. The fried chicken seems to sprout wings and fly into his mouth...

Lian Xinyi swallowed back the words that had been lingering in her heart for some time.

He wanted to ask Charlie if he had any complaints, since they weren't on the competition list, and no one would know how much they had worked behind the scenes.

But then he thought about it again. Foodies are always simple-minded, and it's impossible for them to complain. He was actually quite satisfied with this arrangement: he didn't have to go to the front lines to face those unpredictable spirits. He could just sleep and feel the pain and it would all pass. The school would also record his contributions, and the rewards would be generous.

Hiding behind the scenes and quietly lending a hand to your comrades is actually quite enjoyable.

Thinking of this, Lian Xinyi couldn't help but imagine the fawning look on his comrades' faces when they couldn't do without his support in the future, and he chuckled foolishly.

"Why is he suddenly grinning like an idiot?" Lei Qingya frowned. "Is he having mental problems?"

Sally, who was in charge of maintaining mental stability, was also somewhat bewildered: "No, I was just controlling how they saw and smelled the delicious food."

"Oh, maybe he's just craving it because he can't get it." Lei Qingya thought to himself, he'd have to give Lian Xinyi some special medicine when he got back, preferably the kind of weird-tasting potion that could instantly wake someone up.

Sally carefully observed the two people's condition and glanced at the values ​​of the "disintegration pointers" on their wrists. The pointers were rising and falling, indicating that Song Hu and the others in the contaminated area were experiencing an extremely fierce confrontation.

Although the current state was strange, it was relatively stable. Changing the content of the hallucination rashly might lead to a mental breakdown. After much deliberation, she decided to maintain the current hallucination.

For foodies, perhaps only delicious food can truly soothe everything they are enduring.

……

The worse Charlie and Lian Xinyi's condition, the more brutal the battle within the slaughterhouse becomes.

The mysterious spirits surging from the crack seemed endless, darkly covering the entire field of vision.

It was terrifying to watch.

The omnipresent whispers, like invisible tentacles, burrow into everyone's body, eroding their bones, as if trying to completely preserve them as part of the mystical spirit.

Song Hu's face appeared exceptionally pale in the cold wind. He could only take out the spirit stones to maintain the "Truth Barrier" while also having to protect Tong Zi and Zhao Piku.

He didn't have the energy to look after his two other teammates and tell them to be careful.
Eagle Bone threw out a few bomb bubbles as a defensive line, saying, "Don't worry about us, we won't die."

When a Mystic touches a bubble, the bubble automatically explodes, clearing out the Mystic within a small area. Each bubble consumed is replaced by an Eagle Bone, ensuring that Mystics cannot cross the defense line.

Xuanxi activated the gravity ring, pulling all the mysterious spirits floating above his head to the ground.

Just as he finished pulling out a batch, Xuanxi swayed, and Song Hu immediately grabbed him, distracting him by adding a shield.

Xuanxi said with lingering fear, "Just now I felt like my body was being controlled by someone."

Tong Zi and Zhao Piku were in more pain than the others at this moment.

An invisible force was squeezing their spirits; the more they resisted, the tighter the restraints became, almost suffocating them.

The mysterious spirits were relentless, and a nameless anger surged within Tong Zi, but she immediately realized that her emotions were abnormal.

"Everyone activate the Mind-Clearing Earrings! Activate the Spirit Anchors!" she commanded sternly.

The calming earrings are activated briefly every day to stabilize the mind. The mental anchor, however, is being used for the first time.

The moment the earrings were activated, a faint chanting of Buddhist hymns replaced the frantic babbling, calming my mind considerably. Immediately afterwards, the anchoring device took effect, my five senses were suddenly heightened, and it was as if an absolutely calm "observer" had appeared within me.

Their attacks became more precise and ruthless, never missing their mark.

Despite the headaches caused by the side effects, they had long since gotten used to them and would only turn it off when they could no longer bear it.

Those bizarre, reptilian spirits were repeatedly kicked back into the abyss.

The spirits that fall into the abyss are instantly torn to shreds by their own kind, and the fragments then coalesce into new monsters.

When Tong Zi repelled the mysterious spirit, she caught a glimpse of this despairing cycle out of the corner of her eye. A feeling of disgust and malice surged into her heart, almost making her want to destroy everything.

Just then, her robes began to glow faintly.

Tong Zi quickly retreated, returning to the protective area of ​​the Truth Barrier.

She hardly needs to expend any spiritual energy; Star Eclipse provides her with sustain.

Seeing that Song Hu's quasi-spirit stones were being consumed one by one, Tong Zi gave him her share as well. Without the barrier of truth, they might be doomed, and they couldn't let Song Hu fall.

Tong Zi and the others held their ground in a corner on the second floor of the slaughterhouse. This was the top floor, a relatively advantageous position. Although dealing with the endless stream of mysterious spirits was not easy, they were still able to maintain their defenses.

Meanwhile, Qian Rujin was already engaged in a fierce battle.

The mystical spirits surged in like a tide, forcing the hunters who had been hiding in the rear to the front lines, leaving the entire team struggling to breathe. The number of mystical tokens they carried was far from enough to contain so many mystical spirits; for now, they had no choice but to tough it out.

"Hold the line!" Qian Rujin shouted as she blocked an approaching spirit for a student.

Originally planning to take advantage of the situation, they are now struggling to even protect themselves, and they can't even find Su Ninglong anywhere.

The team member who had just suggested the sneak attack murmured regretfully, "If only we had finished this quickly..."

Qian Rujin couldn't help but angrily rebuke: "What's the use of saying all this now? If you had known earlier, would you have been willing to confront the Filthy Banquet Spirit head-on? All you've been thinking about is waiting for others to exhaust its power before you go up and plunder it! Have you ever considered that the Secret Spirit Domain has already opened, and the Filthy Banquet Spirit has a continuous supply of power? How long can Su Ninglong hold out? No, it's not that you can't think of it, it's that you simply don't want to think about it. You're only focused on seizing other people's achievements!"

"Me, despicable? What about you!" The other person was also enraged. "You dare say you've never had the same thought? In human history, which war didn't use ruthless tactics? Only the winners have the right to talk about morality. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be a leader. You should just step down from the front lines!"

Qian Rujin's forehead veins were bulging.

Is a competition a form of war? A competition is supposed to be a fair contest with agreed-upon terms.

He suppressed his anger, unwilling to cause infighting in front of his teammates, especially since many of them were his former students.

He waved his hand again, unleashing a thunderous strike that repelled the mystical spirits behind his teammates, and said coldly, "You want to be the team leader? Beat me first."

With a formidable enemy at hand, Qian Rujin temporarily quelled the dissent with a powerful attack.

The group had no choice but to regroup and fight against the endless stream of mysterious spirits before them.

Su Ninglong grew increasingly excited with each battle, her two golden cores operating at an unprecedented speed, devouring the vast spiritual energy dissipated from the surrounding spirits after their deaths. The Taixu Sword wielded with effortless skill, its attacks becoming even more ferocious.

Clusters of spiritual fire continuously rose around her, burning away and knocking down the small secret spirits attached to the body of the Filthy Feast Spirit.

She switched weapons nimbly in her hands, alternating between offense and defense without any hesitation.

The strength of the Filthy Spirit is comparable to hers, so logically speaking, this battle will be a test of endurance.

Normally, Su Ninglong is confident that she can fight for ten days and ten nights, but her teammates can't last that long.

Despite numerous preparations made beforehand, all tactical deployments were based on the assumption that the Filthy Feast Spirit was hiding there.

But no one expected that the true form of the Filthy Spirit was not in the slaughterhouse at all.

It manipulates the puppet factory manager to absorb energy and then feeds back some of that energy to keep the slaughterhouse running. Everyone thought that the slaughterhouse would have its own physical body.

In fact, it was a hands-off manager; if it hadn't exposed the entire contaminated area, the Filthy Spirit would never have appeared.

"Little Bamboo Shoot, help me find its weakness." Su Ninglong's mind raced, and the ruby ​​ring on her hand shimmered, maintaining a continuous connection with the anchored fish-lip robot to prevent her consciousness from being swallowed by the abyss of the Secret Spirit Domain.

The Guixu Umbrella unfolded in response, its surface splitting into several pieces that spun rapidly around the Huiyanling, continuously annihilating any approaching spirits along the way and absorbing spiritual energy to replenish its own consumption.