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Chapter 8 The Smell of Corruption

"vomit--------"

The scarlet wine, half-digested protein chunks and meat skewers were spat out from Zhou Yun's throat, forming a smelly mass on the muddy ground.

Only after the freight train behind him drove away along the broken railroad tracks did his face regain some color from its paleness.

Last night, the one-eyed old man treated him to a glass of scarlet foam in order to thank him for taking the job.

He then fulfilled his promise and treated the Hive City workers in the bar to a drink, and he himself was also given a lot of alcohol.

Old One-Eye's alcohol was fermented from some dark sewer or cellar. Who knows how much alcohol and cruelty it contains?
Normally, he would get a headache if he drank less than two glasses. After drinking a few more glasses, Zhou Yun felt as if the naked Angron, Gomao Erge and Emperor were wrestling fiercely in his head. The pain was so severe that he had to spend the night in the back room of the bar.

The next morning, before he was fully awake, he boarded a rickety freight car arranged by Old One-Eye.
This broken train is used to transport goods between different areas of the hive. The tracks are so dilapidated that almost no one maintains them. It shakes horribly.
The tracks were surrounded by houses built by the residents of the nest city. The track was almost passing through residential buildings. Some people even hung clothes on the track.
Several times Zhou Yun felt that this train was about to take the residents near the tracks to meet the emperor.

"vomit--------"

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of sour water, Zhou Yun felt a dry and nauseous feeling in his throat and couldn't spit out anything else.

"In fact, I can provide you with a more efficient way of transportation."

The winged figure in the white light fluttered its wings and said:

"I can make you fly."

"The nest doesn't even have a sky——and you still have this function?" Zhou Yun looked at the figure in the white light strangely.

"I only need to inject a little of my spiritual energy into your body, and you will grow wings——————"

As he spoke, the figure in the white light waved the white wings behind him a few times.

"Stop, stop, stop. It sounds like some blasphemous contamination from the Warp."

Zhou Yun quickly waved his hand to refuse. He didn't want to become a birdman with wings.
If he grew wings out of thin air, the probability of him being mistaken for a saint or an angel is not high, but there is a high possibility that he will be mistaken for a mutant.

Even in the Lower Nest, a place that could be described as a sewer for human habitation, the residents of the hive city would still sigh at their luck from time to time when they thought of the chaos and darkness of the Lower Nest.

At least I was not born in the Bottom Nest, at least I have a pure human skull, not a deformed and grotesque mutant.

The lowest level of the hive city, the dark sewer beneath the lower nest, is the bottom nest of mutants, cultists, monsters and lunatics.

Compared to there, Xiachao is simply a paradise.

"Do you have to stand in the middle of the road with your vomit?"

A deep voice interrupted Zhou Yun's thoughts.

Two men wearing heavy hoods were standing in front of him.

Zhou Yun blinked and found that he and his vomit were blocking the narrow path.

"Monger, have you forgotten the angel's teachings? Be patient, as patient as the God we serve devoutly."

The taller hooded man warned the man who had just spoken.

Then he looked at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun stepped aside to make way for the two men. The tall man nodded slightly to Zhou Yun in thanks, and the two men walked past him.

Not sure if it was Zhou Yun's illusion, but he vaguely smelled the sweet smell of rotten fruit from the two people who passed by him.
He seemed to hear the low chirping of insects, and in front of him there were faint fruit flies as dense as black rice grains flying by.
The white light in the corner of the eyes flickered slightly, and the white wings waved gently twice.

These hallucinatory scenes disappeared from Zhou Yun's sight.

"It's not an illusion." The winged figure in the white light said softly.

Zhou Yun's discomfort was immediately mostly eliminated.

He glanced at the place where the two figures disappeared, but just shook his head.

Curiosity is not a good quality in this world. He has no interest in examining the purity of others.
What's more, those two people didn't show any ill will towards Zhou Yun.
In his memory, there had not been any large-scale cult incidents in Asford before the arrival of the Zerg.
Therefore, as long as it was not a gene stealer, Zhou Yun had no interest in even taking a second look at it.

He walked through the streets that were as complicated as a maze and followed the map given by Rag to the location where the entrance to the old eighth district was found.

After a while, Zhou Yun saw the so-called entrance to the old eighth district.
The main reason is that it is too conspicuous.

It was the ruins of a collapsed building, which smashed directly through the artificial ground of the hive city and slid into the deep cavity below.

According to the information given by the old one-eyed man, a scavenger found a can stuck between buildings while picking up garbage.

He pulled the can out, not noticing the warning sign next to it that read, "Nearby houses are supported by this can, do not move."

Then the nearby houses collapsed the moment the cans were pulled out, creating a hole in the artificial ground of the hive city and revealing the old eighth district buried underneath.

In response to this, Zhou Yun could only say: I’ve gotten used to the daily operations in Chaodu.

Most of the buildings in the Hive City are like a pile of shitty codes written by a group of programmers who graduated from vocational high schools. They may rely on some bug to run.
If the building of the hive city has not collapsed, it is best not to touch it. God knows the reason why this building still exists, maybe it is the can in front of you.

Zhou Yun walked a few steps and found that the area near the pit had been surrounded by people, who seemed to be members of a nearby gang.

He shook his head and was not in a hurry to find a way to get in.

Now his head still ached and he felt nauseous in his throat, so he decided to find a place nearby to rest.

Zhou Yun knocked on the door of a simple residential house not far from the entrance to Old District 8.

"Fuck, why are there more people here? I don't allow weird people to stay here overnight."

The sound of cursing rang out in the residents' house.

A series of jingling sounds were heard, and a fleshy face of a Nest City worker poked out from the crack in the door, looking Zhou Yun up and down.

Zhou Yun didn't say anything, but just put his hand in his pocket.

"Boy, let me tell you, I won't let anyone stay in my house, so find a garbage dump yourself——————"

Zhou Yun stuffed a handful of LHO cigarettes into the crack of the door. The man's expression froze instantly, and then he forced out a rather ugly smile.

"Master, please come in quickly!"

(End of this chapter)