"Dog barking?"
Ji Jue turned around in confusion.
Through the iron door, it was vague and indistinct.
He began to doubt his own ears...
Logically speaking, the guy who assigned him the task was sowhat like an examiner, but now how could the examiner be screaming like he'd seen a ghost outside the exam site?
Could it be that Jianyuan Divine Skill had been perfected, and was they coming with You Sui to kill?
Could he still have ti to change his appearance, raise the black flag at night, and welco the king's army?
Boom!!!
The earth suddenly shook, curling like a carpet.
The do of the basent cracked open, and dust cascaded down.
Outside the narrow window, it seed a thunderbolt streaked across. The montary flash illuminated the massive silhouette within the thick curtain of rain, resembling a bizarre giant insect crawling atop the clouds, limbs writhing as it extended toward the ground, showering black rain.
In the pitch-black rain, the sharp sounds were incessant.
And inside the room, the high-pitched alarm began to blare from the wall, the dust-covered detector on the wall showed skyrocketing values like a rocket, triggering a Mutated value rise warning...
He didn't even need instrunts. Ji Jue's body had already begun to feel intense discomfort.
Even if he was certain everything before him was an illusion, everything he saw, touched, and sensed in his soul and self was so real.
Mild Mutated Erosion symptoms: dizziness, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat.
Soon, his skin felt a vague tingling sensation, fatigue, and his responses slowed gradually. Strange sounds reached his ears. If he let this go unchecked, it would develop into delirium, hallucinations, and then severe conditions like schizophrenia!
The spiritual sealing of the workshop had leaked, and the external Mutated Pollution was eroding its way in.
He had to respond swiftly...
Now Ji Jue finally understood why he was given so many gray tiles!
Ignoring the dreadful screams and wails outside the door, Ji Jue moved swiftly. Even without the Heavenly Skill or Mohist Techniques, the tactile mories, experience, and intuition he had previously gained couldn't be taken away.
Ji Jue decisively donned the yet-to-be-repaired protective suit, cobbling together two sets of parts that barely protected him, reinforcing joints and weak spots with Material Enhancent tape.
Then he grabbed the still-hot gray tiles fresh from the furnace and charged towards the narrow window.
Tossing aside the jamd nail gun, he directly took a hamr and nails, using the acquired boards from a dismantled wooden box to seal up the window, and then reinforced it with gray tiles. He filled the small gaps with crushed tile dust.
He was too familiar with this setup.
He never thought his masonry skills would co in handy during the craftsman exam of the Embers.
With the window secured, he then repaired the ceiling and filled all the gaps and holes in the four walls, urgently dismantling the pile of debris, picking and choosing.
The screaming outside the door never ceased from beginning to end.
Coming closer.
In the end, it seed like soone was leaning against the door, pounding on it desperately: "Help, help, hel..."
"Coming, coming!"
"Right away!"
"Almost done!"
"I'm nearly there."
"Just a mont..."
Ji Jue absently responded to those indistinguishable voices, whether illusion or reality, as he filled the fuel tank below with tons of diesel. The generator roared to life, belching thick smoke.
"Wait a second, I'm opening the door for you right now!"
Dragging a long cable and several iron rods, he ca to the front of the door.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Calmly and gently soothing the cries for help from outside the door.
Then, with a blank expression, he picked up the welding torch.
Pressing the pedal down.
In the lting Furnace, the scorching Spiritual Jet shot through the alloy hose, bursting from the welding torch like a sharp blade, instantly lting the aluminum powder flux he had poured on the iron rods, welding the door shut.
Then, he crisscrossed the iron rods, reinforcing the structure.
Outside the door, the rescuer seed to have heard the sound of the welding, losing patience completely, wailing and questioning: "What are you doing! I'm your teacher, I, I, I'm..."
"Sorry, who are you? I don't know you."
Ji Jue took a step back, admiring his work: "I don't have a teacher who doesn't even understand the ergency regulations of the association. When an ergency occurs, the workshop is locked down and cannot be opened until the crisis is resolved.
It's hanging right there on the wall. Haven't you seen it?"
"You're lying! You're lying! You're lying!!!"
The venomous screams erupted from behind the door, the muddled voice filled with screeching cries and wails becoming more and more piercing. Then, all of a sudden, the iron door was fiercely shaken, the silhouette almost protruding faintly.
It seed like so gigantic creature was crashing against the door, persistently, the sound of tal friction incessant, almost causing the entire iron door to co crashing down.
But to no avail.
Not only was the material reinforced, Ji Jue's other hand was still pressed against the door, continuously channeling his own sparse spiritual energy, interfering with the material, reinforcing the weak spots.
For a mont, the sounds outside the door fell silent, the heavy footsteps gradually receded, leaving in rage.
But without warning, suddenly, another violent jolt erupted.
As if trying to seize the opportunity as Ji Jue relaxed, attempting to force its way inside, but to no avail.
In the intervals between thunder and rain, Ji Jue heard the sharp clashing sounds continuously coming from overhead, as if it was traversing through the walls and pipes.
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