Chapter 224: Rebirth: I am a Beast in the Deep
"It is said that it was sent from the south."

"You're still alive? You're really lucky."

"It is said that he had been hiding in the mezzanine and was not killed in the explosion, but his teacher died and he himself was disabled. If he was left alone, he would have died soon."

"Waste so much medicine for such a loser?"

"Don't you still have hands? There is a shortage of people everywhere. There is a use for waste. Otherwise, how could you be exiled here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down...that guy is looking over here!"

"What are you afraid of? Look, he's still smiling at us."

……

There was a constant roar in the rolling heat waves.

Ji Jue smiled foolishly at the two apprentices, but unfortunately, his burned face was no longer handsome and friendly, but ugly and hideous instead. After the scar was torn, scarlet blood oozed out.

It stung the eyes of those two people.

The trivial whispers stopped abruptly.

It's amazing that being ugly has this benefit. I now understand it.

Ji Jue withdrew his gaze, supported himself with his crutches, and limped forward, trying to speed up.

The middle-aged man leading the way in front heard the faster knocking frequency, looked back at him, and slowed down a little.

Seeing him trying to force a smile, she sighed and said, "People who come here are basically like this. They talk a lot, but it's okay once everyone gets familiar with them."

Ji Jue nodded and smiled in a way that suited his character.

There is a hint of flattery in the misery.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, unmoved, as if he was accustomed to seeing weakness and humility.

They were already at the bottom of the huge workshop that looked like a factory. It was hot and humid, and the air seemed to be always filled with pungent smells. Faint coughing sounds came from the intervals between the roars of the rammers.

All departments worked all night long, and countless craftsmen stayed at their posts day and night, working without rest. The apprentices did not even have to think about being lazy or sleeping. Everyone's face was pale and their eyes were bloodshot.

The middle-aged man, Sun Ci, who led Ji Jue, was a junior manager among the apprentices of this level of cattle and horses, and one of the leading cattle and horses. He was also the direct manager of Ji Jue's disabled cattle and horse.

"Here, since you look so miserable, let's do these first."

Sun Ci pointed to an empty seat. There was still a trace of dried blood on the chair, and waste materials were piled up on the operating table. "Finish it today."

After saying that, he left.

Almost every moment, a large amount of waste falls from the channel in the corner.

It's like a constant flow of diarrhea.

The job of these low-level apprentices is to pick out and decompose the usable items from the waste as quickly as possible for recycling.

No one is saying what will happen if the work cannot be completed, but everyone is working as hard as they can, and the result is not expected to be good.

In the association, there is too much work, but at least you can cry.

But here, crying also counts as time.

"Oh, it's fate..."

Ji Jue sat in this position, looking around at the chaos and bustle, and suddenly he felt dazed - he was squatting in the recycling department of the association to deal with waste, and he had gone to great lengths to infiltrate the enemy's interior as an undercover agent, and he was still trying his best to deal with waste!

Isn't this bottom a bit useless?

Although he was complaining in his heart, his hands moved swiftly and he began to pick and sort the items skillfully.

Not far away, Sun Ci, who took the time to look over, saw how skilled he was and nodded slightly. He withdrew his gaze and secretly breathed a sigh of relief - it seemed like he could work less overtime today.

Among the six groups on this level, only their group has an insufficient number of members all year round, but the workload is the same. They suffer more, endure the same pain, and suffer countless more losses.

Ji Jue was also quietly observing the work processes of others in the reflection of the broken iron pieces... He was mainly concerned with efficiency, so as not to accidentally overdo it and increase production...

The result was not bad. The efficiency here was much higher than that of the association's recycling department.

The main thing is that there is no need to equip any protective equipment, and many steps are omitted. The association also has to consider human rights, but the deep craftsmen do not have the tradition of taking good care of their tools.

What puzzled Ji Jue was that, excluding the protection link, the efficiency was not much different from that of the association's recycling department? Then why do you still worship evil? Isn't this evil worship a bit in vain?

Whether it is the association or Yousui, the pursuits of craftsmen and masters may be different, but cattle and horses are always cattle and horses, there is nothing special about them.

In this way, from the initial awkwardness to getting the hang of it and then to complete adaptation, it took a full three or four hours. No one, including Ji Jue, stopped at all.

Ji Jue finally let go of the worry in his heart.

Blend into the environment.

The task of infiltrating the evil cult was not as difficult as imagined, and there was not even any special interrogation of him, the only survivor.

The Security Bureau is attacking from all sides, and everyone is so busy that they don't have the time to confirm trivial things.

The bank's core contains his records and spiritual verification. He is a demonized being and is wearing the apprentice uniform of a deep craftsman. That's enough.

After checking the etheric records and reading the shallow memories and finding nothing, he roughly threw a few treatments and gave a strong dose of medicine.

Pull it back together while you still have breath to continue working. If it can be used, continue using it. If it cannot be used, make it into material.

Once we confirm that he is alive and can move, that's all. As for whether there are any sequelae... just put your head down and work, don't think too much.

The good news is that it is indeed easy to sneak in by pretending to be an apprentice.

But the bad news is that he is just an apprentice after getting in, a real low-level slave. And judging by his appearance, he is expected to be 007 every day and be treated like a nuclear-powered donkey.

The working environment is no different from a sweatshop.

The toxins produced during the massive decomposition work, the dust enough to open a crash course on silicosis, the pollution from the waste materials that continue to leak out, the 24-hour high-intensity work and the saturated workload...

Even someone as rude as Ji Jue couldn't help but shout out in excitement. The Association is just an anthropomorphic entity, but you, Yousui, are completely inhuman, right?
You have to know that even the deep craftsmen are still human beings to some extent. Everyone worships evil in order to make progress, not to turn themselves into a mess.

For those who are not gifted, the path of the highest good is like a long road, full of twists and turns, endless suffering, and sometimes lost and difficult to climb. The grace of evil and foolishness is like a zip line, or the kind that is greased and electric, and does not hold back, either fast up or fast down, the fun is all about excitement.

Even with all kinds of secret rituals and transformations to increase resistance and reduce risks, you can still be doomed if you're not careful.

The best or the worst, that is something the strong have to consider, but cattle and horses usually have no choice. The apprentices working here all have more or less symptoms of evil.

The evil symptoms of the Way of Ashes are the most direct - the transformation of flesh and blood, and the loss of sanity.

Excessive pollution in the body causes the body and soul to lose control, resulting in inappropriate manifestations.

Some have stiff faces like masks, some have shriveled arms with wood grain like puppets, or all ten fingers have turned into tools...some are even worse, to be more precise, they can no longer be called human beings.

The soul and body were distorted too much, and the whole person was mutated in the entanglement of pollution and blessing, and completely lost his original appearance. Just like the weird creation in the corner at this moment, which was a complete fusion of flesh and blood and a crusher.

He kept opening his mouth while wailing, swallowing waste, chewing, blood gushing out and splashing, and spitting out residue.

Such scenes seem to be commonplace here.

Everyone just walked around.

While working numbly, Ji Jue's hand trembled, and a drop of grease leaked from between his fingers and fell under the table.

There, in a pool of sticky grease, something suddenly moved, and a spider the size of a little finger's knuckle crawled out from the grease filled with polluted residues, and crawled silently along the shadows into the distance.

Then another one, and another one...

With a relaxed and calm mind, he divided his attention to two things, dismantling the waste while scrapping off some of the losses. Between the ten fingers of his hands, the invisible furnace was instantly operated, kneading the spirit essence, giving it a form through fluid alchemy, and finally giving it spirit essence through the deus ex machina.

One grease spider after another was created easily.

As the grease spiders went back and forth, the underground workshop, which was originally as complicated as a maze, gradually came into Ji Jue's sight. Unfortunately, the entire underground was blocked by various secret rituals and spiritual circuits, and the distance was too far, making it difficult to find any gap to escape.

After all, a place like the recycling department is no different from a garbage dump.

No one wants a foul smell in the sewers, nor does anyone want cattle and horses to quietly climb over the railings and escape.

It’s locked, good for everyone.

Except cattle and horses.

"One hundred and fifty pieces?!"

As the grease spider crawled through the ventilation ducts inside the workshop, it heard a familiar voice.

Not far from the furnace, in the quietest and cleanest place in the entire underground workshop, there is a compartment separated out, and even two pots of lifeless green ivy are planted for decoration.

In the office-like setting, the man sitting on the chair nodded with a smile.

"Master, did you make a mistake?" Sun Ci was sweating profusely and stammered, "Why did it suddenly double?"

"That's what the higher-ups ordered. What can I do?" The supervisor took a sip from the teacup and smiled nonchalantly, "Your team has been counting down for a long time, right? How dare you complain? Old Sun, you're making it very difficult for me."

"But, but..."

"But what?!"

The supervisor raised his voice and suddenly changed his expression, "If you can do it, do it. If you can't, get out! Don't just sit there and do nothing. If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it!"
understand? "

"understand."

Sun Ci didn't dare to argue anymore and left in embarrassment.

At the door, the young man who was waiting with a smile on his face was quite handsome and beautiful. He admired his embarrassed look and patted his shoulder: "Brother Sun, if you can't do it, just give up the position as soon as possible."

Sun Ci said nothing and walked away with his head down.

The young man walked into the office, and after the door was closed, only vague sounds could be heard, like giggles and moans.

"One hundred and fifty pieces?!"

When Sun Ci returned to the group and announced the news, almost everyone went crazy.

Sensing many resentful looks, he smiled bitterly: "I..."

The apprentice, whose hair was almost falling out, glared and said, "If you don't have the ability, don't do it. Why bother to force yourself to do it?"

"What are you talking about!" The apprentice next to him was furious, "It's not like Brother Sun hasn't taken care of you before! Oh, you took advantage of me, and now you're saying nice things, right?"

"What can you do when you are under someone's roof? If he wants to put his own people in charge, why don't you just let him do it? Why bother everyone else to get targeted and suffer so many things?"

Sun Ci listened to the argument silently without interrupting. After passing on the indicators, he wanted to encourage or make some promises at the end, but no one believed him anymore.

He laughed to himself and sighed tiredly.

If possible, he would also like to 'step down and let someone else take over' and give up this position, but he has no choice.

In the past few months, his materialistic symptoms have become more and more severe. If he doesn't make some progress and find an opportunity to transfer to another place, he may lose control of his condition.

What's the difference between asking him to hand over this life-saving straw now and killing him directly?
It was not until the end that he saw Ji Jue slowly standing up with the help of a crutch, and he was standing beside him at some point.

"Manager Sun..."

"What kind of management is that? It won't be tomorrow."

Sun Ci shook his head in self-mockery. He hadn't been able to meet the targets for several consecutive days. He had reached the limit of his management. He was afraid that if he couldn't meet the targets today, he would be fired. "What's the matter? Tell me. Do you want to change groups too?"

"I……"

The new cripple hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I might... have a way..."

At that moment, Sun Ci froze.

Look up and look over here.

(End of this chapter)