"Awoo..."
Ah Bai looked helplessly towards the elevator direction, being grabbed by the neck by his little master and dragged away.
This is soone else's ho, and Qiu Lingling doesn't want to see her doggy holding a wooden carving and gnawing on it, only to discover it's the handiwork of so intangible heritage master.
At that ti, Qiu Lingling feels she might really go down on all fours, mimic a big crab chasing Ah Bai's head to gnaw on, giving it so intensity.
"....Co on, buddy, what's your size! I, Ansheng, weigh only about twenty pounds, while you're sprinting towards the forty to fifty-pound mark."
Squatting in the corner of the elevator, sneakily peeking outside, Ansheng sees Qiu Lingling's fist, like a precision-guided rocket, punch the top of Ah Bai's head and grab it by the neck to drag away, and flashes a cunning smile of amusent.
Ah Bai's Tu Song form is around fifty pounds, almost twice the weight of Master Fuli.
And when entering the wolf pack state, its weight is one of the heavyweights, though not comparable to the hundred-ton minimum real weight of the Treasure Tree, it could play seesaw with the Golden Leopard and have an even match.
With such a large size, sneaking in the relatively spacious entrance of the villa without being exposed is really incredulous.
"How pitiful, Ah Bai..."
Master Fuli quipped, swaggering out of the elevator, taking a glance around, heading to the conference room Lin Ying ntioned.
This villa doesn't seem frequently inhabited; compared to the tidy and clean first floor, the decorated beams and pillars on the second-floor hallway bear a slight layer of marks, a botherso trace left behind after long-term dust accumulation, then wiped with water blend.
The villa in the hot spring village must have been temporarily tidied by Lin Ying to host a party.
"Hello? Anyone inside?"
Master Fuli knocked on the door of the conference room, making a cooing sound into the room.
The next mont, the door of the conference room opened, and the scene inside made Master Fuli stunned.
Jin Wanlin was covered in scales and armor, obviously in a state of spiritualization, squatting beside the conference room door, holding an assault rifle, yet beneath the rifle was a noticeable attachnt.
A cylindrical tube the size of an arm, equipped with an infrared targeting device aiming inside the room, ready to fire.
In front of Jin Wanlin, a long chair toppled on the ground acting as a cover, while within the over two hundred square ter conference room, there are a dozen ard individuals on high alert with rocket launchers in hand, either guarding the door or standing before the windows ready to evacuate at any mont.
"What...are you doing?"
Master Fuli looked dumbfounded at Jin Wanlin in her spiritualization state, then glanced at Feng Wenyu mounting a tal cabinet, holding series grenades, clearly ready to retreat last: "Have the landlords attacked?"
"Principal Li has evacuated..."
"Oh no, actually, Principal Li knows the party later in the room is predominantly female, so he left early, unwilling to disrupt everyone in the villa..."
Upon seeing Master Fuli's arrival, Jin Wanlin's tension visibly eased, she spoke to Master Fuli:
"Though Principal Li said as long as no one touches it, there won't be any mishap, that thing is so strange and twisted...."
"With just a glance, I felt my arm wanting to detach from my body, leap up, punch hard on the cheek, and strangulate alive."
Despite Master Fuli's arrival, Jin Wanlin and other mbers of the Security Bureau still had lingering fears on their faces, clearly in a state of shock.
Jin Wanlin remained crouched, only extending her arm to lift the chair, exposing the conference hall in full view.
Uncle Jinlong blocked the long chair, while Feng Wenyu's partner, Red-tailed Hawk, squatted on a tal floor lamp, deeply wary of an object in the conference hall, and the living room.
The conference room floor was strewn with shattered wooden boxes and so green-colored thick glass fragnts, as if sothing had rampaged through the conference room.
The item that triggered the woodcutter and the escort sent by the Security Bureau to enter ergency status also prominently appeared before Master Fuli.
It was a spread-out tal scroll, calmly laying on the table, occasionally stirring ripples on its surface.
"Hmm?"
Master Fuli saw the tal scroll, paused, with a few question marks erging from his forehead.
But before Master Fuli could inquire, the scroll on the table suddenly mutated, a tide-like surge of silver tal fluid rose up, transforming from a two-dinsional plane into a three-dinsional structure.
A roughly thirty-centiter-tall woman stood on the tal scroll surface, picked up a tal rod, with a ferocious grin, she smashed it heavily, obliterating a distorted humanoid on the scroll, tearing it apart and eating it.
And then, the tal tide surged again, another tallic figure wielding a large machete opened its mouth wide, seemingly shouting sothing, beheaded the woman.
Combat.
tal liquid surged on the scroll, humanoid or beast state distorted objects engaged in mutual combat and conquest, silver tal liquid splashed wildly across the table, yet not a drop fell outside the scroll, exhibiting surreal and grotesque appearances.
Slaughter, vivisection, flying organs froze Master Fuli who was just about to speak.
He even saw a tal woman bash another odd creature's head open, wrench out its spine as a whip, and whip about another person.
"....What did Old Li send ?"
Master Fuli stepped into beastman form, frowned as he walked into the conference room, heading to the scroll on the table.
The tal scroll was sent by Old Li, and that scroll before him should be that lightweight weapon.
But...
What's this bizarre scene before ? Could Old Li have dug up so ancient relic again?
Master Fuli walked to the table, looked at the scroll, and saw its surface slightly protruding, like an engraving. The contents of the scroll were from a bird's-eye view, depicting the scene of the forr 'asylum'.
On the picture, the asylum rooms were separated, and different patients lay in their beds.
So patients broke free from their restraints, grinned fiendishly, crashed through the partition walls to the neighbor's room, dug out the neighbor's kidneys, and smashed them heavily onto the hallway and the dical staff's faces.
As for the patient whose kidneys were taken, they simply glanced faintly at their open chest and continued lying on the bed, their missing organs regenerating.
The attacked dical staff were furious, pulled out a machete, entered the room, ready to kill the troublemaking patient.
The patient shrieked, attempting to escape the hospital, and suddenly the scroll rippled with tallic waves.
"...." Master Fuli gazed at the jumping patient. The patient, seeing Master Fuli, froze for a mont, then retreated back to their asylum room, lay down and wrapped themselves in what seed like a blanket.
In the 'joyous' asylum, the patients seed to notice Master Fuli in the sky. Suddenly, the entire asylum, along with the dical staff, ran away.
They each returned to their beds.
The scroll on the table 'ca to life', turning from a puddle of liquid into a peculiarly shaped long halberd about three ters long, with a diamond-shaped spearhead at the end, and small hamr-like branches on either side connected to the main shaft.
The strange long halberd manifested and rippled with waves.
"Did you say you... were just sleeping?"
Upon noticing the rippling waves, a look of surprise appeared on Master Fuli's face.
However.
As the waves rippled and vibrated in the conference hall, the Security Bureau escort's expression changed. The exposed wrist, uncovered by protective asures, had its skin and flesh uncontrollably twitching, forming dense bumps.
But once the waves left the body, the affected areas quickly returned to normal.
The waves seed like an invisible call.
Upon hearing this call, the blood and flesh would experience temporary abnormalities, as if trying to detach from the host to return to the arms of a great will, creating grand feats.
It was such a horrifying experience, one that would be unforgettable, as if the bones were screaming, emitting eerie "crackling" sounds, seemingly trying to forcibly drag the flesh toward that bizarre entity.
The only fortunate thing is that the range of its influence isn't large, probably just a few hundred ters in diater.
Once these waves could cover a city—or perhaps just a village—it would be catastrophic.
The Security Bureau escorts dared not imagine what chemical reaction would occur after their flesh detached and rged with the bizarre entity.
"Shut your mouth! Others can't withstand your jabbering."
Master Fuli raised a hand and heavily slapped the shaft of the halberd, standing it upright in the conference hall. An eerie, cold, crawling sensation trickled from the contact point, spreading up Master Fuli's arm, moving forward.
The fur on Master Fuli's arm shifted from white to various colors, at tis forming beast claws, at tis turning into the delicate pink of a child's arm, or even tal.
But the anomaly lasted only briefly. In the next mont, the will from the halberd turned into a physical switch in Master Fuli's mind.
Master Fuli opened his eyes, and with a gentle ntal touch, the halberd in his hand turned into a silver tal liquid, flowing down and draping over Master Fuli's shoulders, gradually changing color like a white down coat, enveloping him.
[That familiar feeling, like that stubborn old tree spirit whose bark was tough on the teeth...]
[The last ti I bit it, it broke my teeth, and the fox chased my rear trying to finish off]
[Not a spirit, but a fellow patient! Our compatriots! The new patients need love, defying the doctors, I know his wife secretly grows strong tentacles each night...]
[Silence! No noise allowed in the hospital!]
The halberd emitted countless thoughts, so of which took the form of text in Master Fuli's mind.
Master Fuli shifted his focus from that phantom switch back to the present, pulling the 'down coat' wrapped around him out, turning it back into a three-ter long halberd, and said:
"Hiss… Naming things isn't exactly my specialty, and you seem like a chatterbox..."
"So, let's call it the [Cosmic Cleanup Halberd]!"
Master Fuli pondered as he spoke, feeling sothing was off, so he spoke again:
"I'll let you have your mother's surna [Cosmic], first na [Cleanup Halberd], the 'ba' at the end is just a particle for my tone."
".....Forget it, just calling it the [Cosmic Triangular Hamr] is simple enough. I don't want a scenario where, during a fierce battle, the enemies cry rivers of blood yet laugh out loud upon hearing your na."
Master Fuli nodded confidently.
"The Triangular Hamr, specially designed for hitting the head, heart, and stomach, ensures that the landowners can feel a deep satisfaction within their souls, eliminating the possibility of initiating lengthy, multi-stage siege battles!"
Listening to Master Fuli's speech, the branches under the spearhead slightly changed form, turning from flat-head hamrs to pointed ones, fitting the three-pronged feature.
The tal, fused from fragnts of the King of the Universe and Spiritual Particle tal, underwent a miraculous change. That enduring blood and flesh will granted the tal a life-like vitality, turning its wicked nature to righteousness.
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