Like a puppet, he got up from the ground and returned to his workstation.
Once again, he imrsed himself in work.
Just like the 'senior' colleague beside him.
They had already been assimilated by the Ti Ruins, becoming part of it.
The more flesh and soul they lost, the more severe the assimilation, until finally, they completely rged with everything.
But wait, is this really the Ti Ruins?
Or rather, is this a normal Ti Ruins?
Although Ji Jue hadn't experienced it firsthand, he had at least heard of it, that normal Ti Ruins were just the distorted anomalies ford by the conflict and mixture of the Power of Superior, but they shouldn't exude such a strong scent of evil!
Mutant.
The genuine article, Mutants, were right here in the hospital at this very mont; from the second he walked in, he could sll them, so many that it was simply abnormal.
His cousin kept reminding him.
Yet, there was not a single prompt for extraction, no reaction at all.
According to Ji Jue's experience—his cousin's Mutant extraction had two types: one for use on oneself, where he could confirm at any ti and it would work anywhere, even converting Dragon Blood back into his body. The second type was for use on others, which required many more specific conditions.
From the first person whose life he seized, Mr. Lao Deng, to Zhu Hong, and many subsequent attempts, the target had to be dead or dying, devoid of willpower and control power over their own spiritual essence.
But he had clearly just tried it.
From when he pinned Zhao Zhou to the ground and beat him, to Zhao Zhou's final resolve shattering and collapsing completely, his cousin had no reaction whatsoever.
Unless, the opponent was not the main body of the Mutant.
But where was the main body of the Mutant?
Or perhaps, at this mont, what was mutating... was the very hospital before him, or even the entire Ti Ruins?!
Lost in thought, he fiddled with the room's equipnt, turned off the water valve, and dismantled the faucet. He pulled out a section of a steel pipe, relied solely on his Heavenly Skill to dismantle the air conditioner's internal unit, rummaged for a while, and then disassembled the flow regulators from two oxygen tanks.
Non-attack activation, refining with bare hands.
No, there wasn't even a need for the alchemy process, just handling the materials, cutting, assembling, riveting, welding. Finally, when he let go of his hand, he had crafted a makeshift happy little handgun, welded together from faucets and pipes, powered by batteries, wires, and a small motor, the whole ss bound with dical tape—the creation was complete.
Ji Jue grinned, whistling softly.
He loaded the Mutated Bullet into it.
At last, he lifted his hand.
Pointing it toward the empty office before him—or more precisely, towards the swivel chair that seed to have moved just a mont ago in the reflection from the faucet.
"Now, we can have a proper talk."
He said with a smile, his gaze devoid of warmth,
"—Co out!"
The silence of death, the office remained motionless, only the distant wails echoed.
Ji Jue's expression did not change, his finger on the trigger button of the motor gently descended, unconcerned about the possibility of pitting his wits against thin air.
According to what Director Qian had said, at least one Chosen One hadn't been taken away yet. Ji Jue didn't believe it was simply the other party's oversight, especially not when...
The pronoun he used in his wording just before saying goodbye—'you all'!
Perhaps it was ant to refer to all the Chosen Ones who had entered this ti, or maybe, from the beginning to the end, there was an invisible person, following behind him?!
And at that very mont, the air seed to blur for an instant.
Suppressive breathing sounds finally ca from not far away, around the corner a familiar figure erged, raising her hands awkwardly and anxiously.
Eyes red-rimd, face pale.
It was unmistakably Tong Hua.
"Don't be rash, Brother Ji Jue," she tried to maintain a steady tone, "It's , it's..."
Boom!
A thunderous explosion.
Ji Jue, without a mont's hesitation, pulled the trigger.
From the start of your concealnt until now, had you used any other unfamiliar face, Ji Jue would have believed your sincerity, and yet you tried to use the face of soone I know as a disguise...
You must be kidding, brat!
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