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Chapter 81 Who just scared you? (First Update)
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Heavy rain covered the roof of the slaughterhouse.

The Yinshan Immortal Official and the Leichi Immortal Official had already lay down, their faces bruised and swollen, blood trickling from their mouths, panting heavily, letting the rain soak into their raincoats.

The surrounding area was littered with the remains and severed limbs of the dead soldiers.

The small electric eel had completely used up its power and was held in the dirty palm of the hand.

It wasn't that the two of them weren't tempted to kill each other... but they were evenly matched, and neither of them managed to kill the other.

"Damn it...you...you really didn't steal the spiritual energy?"

"I think it's weird too!"

Just as the two were feeling down, they suddenly heard footsteps coming from the heavy rain.

Looking up, they saw a figure walking towards them on the rooftop in the pouring rain!

Beside the figure floated a cloud, which was also a celestial official!
"Holy crap, is someone trying to double-cross us?"

A cool, damp breeze even blew in from another direction on the roof!
In the sky, the two-headed bird circled in the rain, flying lower and lower!
Even behind them, the sound of electric shocks could be heard again!

"Oh no, can we still fight?"

The two grew increasingly frightened and struggled to get up!
At that moment...

call……

A strong wind blew, sweeping in all directions, and the rain flowed backward!

The roof was being blown around and was shaking violently!
The treacherous figures of the immortal officials, caught in a vicious cycle, were also overturned by the strong wind and stumbled to the ground!

bang... bang... bang...

One after another, the heads of the corrupt officials exploded into dust in the wind, scattering red and white light in the rain.

The ghost messenger, trying to escape, was blasted into smoke by a bolt of lightning.

The two-headed bird, trying to fly away, exploded into a rain of blood in mid-air.

The Yinshan Immortal Official and the Leichi Immortal Official, who had collapsed to the ground, were pale and covered in cold sweat. Before they could understand what had happened, they turned into two headless corpses with two "thumps".

Tread...tread...

Wu Yun stepped down from the giant black cloud and onto the roof.

A dozen or so sable officials followed behind, lined up in a row, all grinning and showing their small, sharp teeth, revealing domineering smiles!
When the boss goes to war, nothing survives!
"Blackie, Sharpie, who scared you just now?"

Diao Heihei excitedly rushed out and kicked the headless corpse of Yinshan Immortal Official.

"Waaaaah, woof woof woof woof!"

Wu Yun was stunned for a moment.

"Is he already dead?"

"That's okay."

Don't be fooled by the fact that these random people aren't very skilled in magic. Before the era of celestial officials, they might have been murderers, robbers... ruthless people, vicious bandits!

Wu Yun was essentially an ordinary person, not as ruthless as them. To be on the safe side, he had no choice but to act decisively and kill them all first.

"Is this the place where there's spiritual energy?"

Diao Jianjian immediately jumped out and presented the spirit storage pot to the boss.

"Aww, waah waah!"

Wu Yun took the pot and glanced at it.

"Seven percent?"

"You get this much spiritual energy just from killing a bunch of pigs?"

Even a complete floating island at the bottom hub of the Zhou Tian Star Array, under normal operating conditions, can only have 30% of the spiritual energy per day.

A pig slaughterhouse that slaughters four batches of pigs every day can be equivalent to a floating island?

Wu Yun sensed something was wrong.

Now squint your eyes and observe carefully.

Just then, in the factory below, a few pigs were being slaughtered, and muffled groans could be heard coming from them.

Through the roof, Wu Yun couldn't see the pig being slaughtered.

But you can feel the spiritual energy being released.

"No...no...there weren't that many..."

"According to this standard, even if you kill 10,000 pigs, you will only get one or two percent of the spiritual energy."

"So, could it be that too many celestial officials have died in this place recently?"
"Is it their spiritual energy after they died?"

Everything makes sense now!

The minks around them all looked on with disdain.

"Hey?"

"Ow?"

I thought I'd made a fortune, but this is all?
Wu Yun pondered for a long time.

"Actually, it's not a small amount"
"Dozens of pig slaughterhouses can replace a floating island."

"This city has not only pig slaughterhouses, but also cattle slaughterhouses and chicken slaughterhouses."

"If killing a pig releases spiritual energy, then can dead fish also release spiritual energy? If fishing releases spiritual energy, then can logging release spiritual energy?"

"This city has a fishing port and a forest farm."

"Even our Donghu is just a small city."

“There are many, many cities in the country and even the world that are bigger than us.”

My mind immediately clicked!
Wu Yun had always believed that spiritual energy was a special product of the immortal realm, and that it was very rare in the human world.

Now it seems that this is not the case!
"Therefore, we need to adjust our strategy slightly."

"Diao Heihei, Diao Jianjian, you two have done a great job!"

The two minks stood tall and proud, grinning broadly.

Even mink can influence the boss's strategy!

Minks are really amazing!
Although they didn't understand what the boss meant by "strategy"...

……

"Oh...okay..."

"I see.

"They were all killed?"
"That's really domineering..."

"Heh, never mind, let's ignore that for now."

"Don't let anyone go to Donghu City again."

"Let's focus on our own business first and not get into arguments based on personal feelings."

In the office, I hung up the phone.

The director of the spiritual donation office paused for a moment before turning to a small bonsai tree on the corner of the table and gently teasing the leaves on the tree.

"Hey, this guy has a real temper."

Clang, clang...

There was a knock on the door. He answered and a tall woman in a red dress with long, wavy hair entered. Behind her was a waiter pushing a cart with two buckets of murky corpse tears on it.

"Push the cart in, you can go now."

The tall woman waved the waiter away and went to the director's desk to report on her work.

"Director, spiritual energy collected from all over the world is beginning to converge here through the aggregation channels."

"Today alone, we collected twenty liters of turbid tears."

It turns out that this tall woman's name is Yu Jinhong, and she is the head of the Spiritual Energy Recovery Section of the Spiritual Investment Office.

The director nodded.

"Twenty liters of turbid tears contain... a little over four liters of spiritual energy."

"good.

"The amount of spiritual energy being recovered is increasing."

"However, the potential of spiritual energy in the human world is still enormous; what we have developed so far is only the tip of the iceberg."

"I'll hold a meeting later to urge them to continue their efforts, further improve their data collection capabilities, and refine their data aggregation channels."

Yu Jinhong smiled, carried a bucket of corpse tears to the director's desk, and was about to unscrew the lid.

"Let me help you..."

The director quickly waved his hand.

Stop! Stop!

"Don't unscrew it yet!"

"This thing stinks! Last time I turned it on, my office was ventilated all night!"
"In that case, you should suggest to Pulin Bookstore that they acquire more spiritual energy methods from other sources and bring them into the human world."

"Stop constantly borrowing the Yinshan Sutra from outside!"

Yu Jinhong gave an awkward smile.

"Ok."

She put on her sweet smile again, reached out to help the director organize the documents on the table, and spoke as she did so.

"Director, would you like some late-night snacks?"
"My wonton-making skills are exceptional. Why don't you come over and try some?"

The director glanced at her hands as she organized the documents, noticing her fair, slender fingers, her exquisite red manicure, and the glossy nail polish…

"You think you can wrap wontons with hands like that?"

"Of course, why not? You should give it a try..."

The director shook his head rapidly, his face hidden under his hood.

"Do not.

I won't eat it.

"Your nails are too long."

"Making wontons is definitely unhygienic."

(End of this chapter)