I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

There are quite a few staff members in the Extraordinary Equipment Repair Department within the Department of Supernatural Powers.

There are more than ten extraordinary individuals from various pathways working here.

But they are mostly engaged in research, maintenance, and logistics.

Most of them were wounded in frontline battles and retired.

Only a few are exceptionally talented and love to study equipment; in short, none of them are combat personnel.

Their abilities are also different from those of the main combat superhumans, but most of them have mastered forging techniques such as hearth fire or will-o'-the-wisp, which are combined with special abilities.

"Xiao Xu, you're here? Would you like me to give you a blessed Buddha amulet?"

Upon seeing Xu Lindong walk in, one of the bald old men, sitting in a recliner, smiled and said.

"No, Mr. Zhong, I can't afford any of your treasures!"

Xu Lindong greeted him politely.

In his early years, this old monk went to Thousand Buddha Mountain to be a monk for a few years. Unfortunately, his meditation skills were not up to par, and he could not digest the extraordinary substance of relics. He was unable to embark on the Buddhist path and enter the ranks of novices.

Later, he left the monastic life and became a kitchen official, entering the Department of Divine Revelation.

He seemed to possess a special acting style characteristic of Buddhist sects, and the fire he created in the stove seemed to subtly radiate a sense of Buddhist light.

The extraordinary weapons he blessed were all quite expensive.

After all, the Buddhist and Taoist paths are separate from the seven paths of the Xia Kingdom and the Federation.

Those who follow this path rarely show themselves, so such extraordinary items are naturally rare.

"Little Xu, it's rare for you to come all this way, how about I add a blessing for you? Discounted price, fifty merit points."

Then a strange middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume and wearing glasses appeared next to him and waved at Xu Lindong.

"No, Mr. Yuan! I don't need it for the time being."

Xu Lindong quickly smiled and waved his hand.

He was always humble in front of these senior figures.

This Master Yuan is the gatekeeper of Sequence Nine.

Although he is a civil guardian deity, not skilled in combat, he is adept at bestowing blessings.

They can imbue weapons with spirits or impose restrictions using antique symbols such as documents and official seals.

Xu Lindong knew that among the extraordinary individuals in Sequence Ten, apart from those from different sects such as Laoshan and Wudang who possessed special acting methods, most of those from the Divine Bureau had similar abilities.

Only a few people can master secret techniques, or comprehend ultimate moves like him, and that's what makes them special.

But with each promotion to a higher rank, the choices become more numerous.

For example, once you reach Sequence Nine, you can choose to absorb different extraordinary substances and develop in different directions.

Like door gods, they are divided into civil and military categories.

Wandering spirits can roam during the day or at night.

The village head was divided into three types: guard, law enforcement officer, and local hero.

Lu Qian is the garrison commander, skilled in intimidation, perception and tracking, and aura manipulation.

When we reach Sequence 8, there will be even more routes.

Just like land, different types of land can develop different capabilities depending on the location and the way it is used.

"This forging department is full of hidden talents!"

Xu Lindong greeted the acquaintances around him as he walked toward the muscular woman wielding a sledgehammer across the street.

Upon seeing the exhaust pipe he was carrying, he immediately received a disdainful look from the muscular woman.

"What the hell? This thing is just a chimney exhaust pipe, what did you do to it like that?"

Xu Lindong threw the exhaust pipe over, "Sister Zhang, don't be so dirty-minded. I just used it to hit a zombie's head, and that thing squeezed it until it was deformed."

He made a direct request: "Fix it for me, and reinforce it while you're at it."

This pipe isn't sturdy enough; you'd better add some more material so it doesn't deform after a few bumps.

The muscular woman, Sister Zhang, picked up the pipe, examined the deformed area, and clicked her tongue in surprise:

"That's some force... This chimney pipe already contains a lot of extraordinary metals, it's quite hard, how did you manage to squeeze it like that?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Xu Lindong with a smile:

"I heard you really stood out during this cleaning mission? You even made it onto the list of supernatural phenomena."

"But using the exhaust pipe from the motorcycle you rented from me as a weapon is just too inhumane, isn't it?"

"You'll cover the repair costs this time, a friendly price, 100 merit points."

"Want it reinforced, thickened, or even lengthened? Pay extra!"

"Sister Zhang, are you serious?"

Xu Lindong's expression changed slightly. "You know I don't have many merits."

Sister Zhang rolled her eyes, flipped her thick hand, and suddenly a ball of almost golden fire rose up, instantly turning the chimney exhaust pipe red-hot.

"Stop pretending, Xiao Xu, you've already accumulated a lot of merits."

I've had a tough time too, Sister Zhang. I rented your Superb Motorcycle before for a friend's price of only 100 merit points a month. Wasn't that generous enough?

Now that you're wealthy, I should at least recoup some of the interest from my investment.

Xu Lindong was speechless.

Zhang Yue's words made sense; he had indeed received a lot of help from her.

However, he didn't get away with it for nothing; his previous exchange of stove-making techniques also helped Zhang Yue improve her skills.

But friendship is friendship, and business is business; you still have to show your appreciation.

"I have other uses for my merits, so I'll settle this with money."

Xu Lindong carefully considered his words before speaking, "Well, Sister Zhang, I'd like to have a similar weapon custom-made, retaining its amplification sequence capabilities, but with an upgraded overall material. Could you give me a price quote?"

After hearing this, Zhang Yue was speechless. "You really intend to use this pipe as a weapon?"

Aside from enhancing the stove's power, this thing is essentially just an exhaust pipe, and its manufacturing process isn't complicated.

If you really want it, I'll give you a friendly price of 70,000! The main issue is that the reinforcement materials you need are expensive.

"It's still too expensive."

Xu Lindong felt the 50,000 yuan bonus he had just received trembling.

After a moment's thought, he pulled out a woodcutter's knife from behind his back, its blade bearing numerous chips and exuding a chilling aura.

"Do you think this thing is useful? Can it be used as material? I snatched it from a wood-chopping zombie in the sinkhole."

"Um?"

Zhang Yue took the wood-chopping knife, examined it for a moment, then heated it over the stove fire, her brows furrowing slightly.

"It looks like an ordinary wood-chopping knife, but it actually withstood the heat of my stove fire... That's interesting."

This must be an ancient thing that has been imbued with supernatural power for many years.

"However, its material seems to be more 'authentic'. Are you sure you want to use it?"

"I can use it even in remote areas."

Xu Lindong's heart skipped a beat, but he nodded outwardly: "Let's try it."

"Okay, I'll halve the material cost, but add one percent to the craftsmanship fee. I can't guarantee what the final product will look like or how well it will turn out with this machete. Fifty thousand!"

Xu Lindong's eyes widened, and he almost cursed out loud.

Sister Zhang... could she even know how much his bonus was?

But after hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

Super weapons for close combat should always be prepared.

The "Meritorious Gold-Paying Blade" is too merit-intensive and cannot be exposed to the light of day.

As for that charcoal-fired revolver, he'll have to get it sooner or later.

……

A dozen minutes later.

Xu Lindong walked out of the repair shop with a sullen face, intending to go find Team Leader Lu.

But they found that the other party was not in the company, and even Li Yunfan's teammates were nowhere to be seen. No wonder they hadn't run into each other before.

"What classified mission did they go on? There's been no word from the group chat."

He took out his phone, glanced at the group messages, and then checked the time.

12:30 PM.

He immediately sent a message to Sister Xun, saying he would pick her up after get off work.

After a moment's hesitation, he sent another message to Captain Lu:

"I've returned to the company. On the way, I was attacked by the same underworld messenger I met at the East Star Hotel."

After sending the message, he returned to his lounge, ate some homemade offerings, and took care of his personal matters.

After locking the door, his expression turned serious.

"It's time to go see that imprisoned underworld official... hopefully we can pry something out of him."

He pondered for a moment, then lay down on the bed, letting the zombie power within his heart flow through his body with his blood.

Then he entered a state of suspended animation, pretending to be dead. By playing the role of a zombie in private in this way, he could get closer to the sequence, control the power of the zombie, and digest the zombie heart.

Then, his consciousness sank, leaving only his physical body outside, while his consciousness entered the Tower of Babel.

Almost instinctively, he looked up at the top of the tower, at the first level.

Fortunately, there was no unusual activity on the first floor.

He walked to the oval bronze mirror in the hall and scanned the latest detention records:

[One of the eight Yin Messengers in the underground tunnel sequence]

Status: Under Suppression

No consumption, no gain.

"Master Ta certainly has a good grasp of the calculations..."

Xu Lindong thought to himself, "These underworld officials probably stumbled in on their own, so the Tower of Babel only suppressed them without deducting my merits, but also didn't give me any rewards."

A thought flashed through his mind, and he frowned:

"But how do I get anything out of him now?"

He couldn't reach the eighth floor of the Tower of Babel for the time being, so naturally he couldn't enter the underground room where the underworld officials were imprisoned.

However, he had thought about this before.

Even if you can't touch the other person, as long as they're still alive, there's always a way.

Although he couldn't reach the eighth floor, he could control a portion of the Tower of Babel's power from the tenth floor to the eighth floor, which corresponded to lower-level floors.

As long as the suppression of the Tower of Babel's power is reduced and the seal is loosened slightly, enough for the underworld messenger to speak, that will suffice.

Afterwards, shouting at each other from a distance always managed to extract some information.

However, all of this depends on the other party's cooperation.

If he's a tough nut to crack, or even a fanatical follower like the Salvation Church, let alone shouting, he probably won't utter a single word even if tortured to death.

"Give it a try... If it doesn't work, then forget it."

Xu Lindong glanced at the top of the tower, still harboring some reservations.

Will shouting across the distance disturb the mysterious woman in high heels above?

After thinking for a while and waiting, I saw that there was no movement on the first floor.

He decided to take action immediately.

He first removed part of the seal behind the tunnel door of the eighth floor of the Tower of Babel.

This process is not easy; it requires the expenditure of his merits and can only slow it down to a small extent.

Even though he is the current master of the Tower of Babel, his strength has not improved. The more he tries to control the power of the Tower of Babel above his level, the more difficult it becomes.

As for the middle and upper levels, he is currently unable to intervene.

As the 60 merits were depleted, the seal behind the door loosened slightly.

The room remained silent.

But a moment later, a surprised whisper came:

"Where am I? Who's here?"