The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 545 Nene Slick

Upon seeing the site of the excavation, Unos couldn't help but think of his own work environment.

He was a distinguished guest at the Longevity Club and a leading figure in the field of spiritual particles.

When it comes to his work environment, the only word that comes to mind is "difficult".

Pray before going to work. Two or three minutes of prayer time is nothing; it can be used as a way to calm your mind and meditate.

However, Unos is not an individual; his true form is an octopus in a tank, possessing one main brain and twenty-three secondary brains. Later, through transplantation, he was divided into twenty-four life forms.

Every day after waking up and finishing my nutrient infusion, I have to spend an hour praying in front of the lab.

Some core members are even more outrageous.

Even after receiving second- and third-degree catalytic genes, Unos was still unable to satisfy his inner desires. He continued to optimize his genetic traits to shape his body, hoping to become spiritualized and align himself as closely as possible with the divine in the Bible.

Core members should be spiritualized and resemble deities.

Non-core members must resemble demons to distinguish class and hierarchy. Those who aren't even members can do whatever they want; just try to stay close to dogs.

In the mass production of beast warriors project, they also demanded that they improve their processes and add an extra step of castrating the beast warriors to ensure that the organization's core assets would not be leaked.

Unos wanted to curse them for being idiots. It was just a matter of taking them back and making a couple of cuts, but instead they had to optimize the entire production line themselves, wasting months adjusting the production line parameters.

But you can't curse.
They are the big shots in the club, paying hundreds of millions or even billions in membership fees every year.

"What happened to those people?"

At the excavation site of the ruins, where the vertical drop from the ground is as high as two or three kilometers, An Sheng saw some very strange women and couldn't help but ask Unos about them.

The women wore white halter dresses, revealing their fair, snow-white shoulders. Their pristine skin even seemed to glow, making them appear exceptionally pure. Their bare feet trod on the muddy ground.

If it were just one or two people, An Sheng might glance at them and pretend nothing happened.

There were more than a dozen such women, like dolls produced on an assembly line, with the same style of long, slightly wavy hair that reached their waists, only their hair colors were different.

They each held a camera and were taking pictures of the excavation site, like on-site excavation recorders.

"A little pet boy."

Unos glanced at it and began to speak, but feeling he might not have been detailed enough, he repeated, "A pet boy who was castrated before puberty."

"???"

An Sheng looked at Unos and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's said that this is a form of competition. Some members who like to gossip say that such boys have ethereal voices and can sing magnificent and sacred hymns. Some members like to keep a few at home as music players. They are commonly known as castrated men."

"They also work as messengers, carrying their master's will to the scene when the master is busy." Unos thought for a moment and then added, "I heard that this job has restrictions based on gender and race."

"Originally there were black people, but later, it seems they violated some taboo and disappeared. I vaguely remember something about God not having a father. I didn't deliberately try to remember those trivial things. In short, it was blasphemy."

Unos's candor silenced everyone, and the logistics team felt a chill run down their spines.

As they were talking, one of the eunuchs pointed out by Master Fuli sprouted a pair of white wings from his back, and he floated lightly into the sky, flying towards the forest.

"Bashan Mosquito, make a note for me. When we head back later, tie up all those singers."

An Sheng smacked his lips and gave an order.

If your pet gets its basket cut off, at least it can still make a living for the rest of its life. But if a person gets their basket cut off, not only can they not eat peacefully, but they may even have to go to work.

In terms of telling hellish jokes.

It all comes down to what the noblemen do; just repeating it once makes it a hilarious joke.

Just like white sugar, why do we only eat the kind with a syrup? Because capitalist landowners, in order to save on factory filtration costs, dug up the remains of soldiers, smashed them, and made them into filter elements for syrup filters.

Eating their candy makes it easy to taste the flavors of deceased family members, thus reminding one of the grandfather's care.

of course.

They weren't entirely heartless; after using the bones as consumables, they would sell them to fertilizer factories. The fertilizer factories would grind the bones into powder and bury them back in the soil.

…………

After pausing briefly at the excavation site and glancing at the construction team still digging, An Sheng followed Unos into the camp to find Nen Slick.

The main gate has not yet been unearthed at the site; what is currently visible is only a gatehouse.

"Master Fuli?"

As they continued onward, Wang Ya's voice, filled with surprise, rang out from the wilderness.

"Huh? Aren't you from the Greater Khingan Mountains? How did you end up in the northern frontier region?"

Upon seeing Wang Ya, dressed in hiking gear and carrying a small fennec fox in her arms, An Sheng was momentarily stunned.

"I brought her here."

Sitting on the tree stump, Li Wenkang nodded to Unos beside him, then smiled and said to Master Fuli:
"We don't interfere in the affairs of other districts, but it's not illegal to come and take a look, is it?"

"The reliefs on the metal walls are of great historical research value. And Professor Wang Ya is a leading expert in the field of history."

"But what are you all doing here?"

An Sheng glanced at the abyss and told Vimal and his gang that they coveted him. Among them was a guy in the border region, and he planned to break his legs.

Mir put it in the thermos.

"Nene."

Li Wenkang muttered to himself, feeling that the name seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place who it was.

But he must have done something to leave an impression of him in my memory.

"What did Nene do? Why do I vaguely remember this name?" After thinking for a moment, but still having no memory, Li Wenkang asked Unos.

“Mom, skin graft, shrimp vein,” Unos uttered a few words.

"Oh! So it's the shrimp vein!" Li Wenkang exclaimed with a look of sudden realization.

"What kind of riddles are you two playing?" An Sheng complained to Li Wenkang.

"It's nothing, just a joke that came to mind."

"Nene Slick's mother died early, and her greatest wish before her death was for her son to find a wife. Later, Nene tattooed his mother's name on his body and went to the Lin family's medical center for a skin graft."

"He moved his mother's name onto the handle, saying he hoped his mother would help him with the selection process," Li Wenkang said with a strange smile. "Because of this, the Slick family became prominent figures on the science forum for a time."

"If you have time, could you help take some photos and bring them back? The Srick family has been in the mining equipment manufacturing business for generations. In a previous transaction, they insisted on charging us five million more because of a shortage of supplies."

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An Sheng's face darkened. He looked down at his little rattle handle, then raised his paw and scratched his head vigorously.

"hiss"

"I must say, that little shrimp is quite filial, but he's just too much of a filial son."

(End of this chapter)