Why did you provoke me?

Yu Meng's Cangshan lineage diligently absorbed alien energy in the first battlefield to enhance its strength.

High-ranking figures outside the circle have already offered exorbitant commissions to find the expert who set up the formation.

Old Chen was in a state of utter distress, as the pharmaceutical production line had lost its most crucial active ingredient. Meanwhile, the number of injured people outside continued to rise. Everyone was focused on his research institute, hoping he could find a substitute drug as soon as possible.

But developing new drugs is no easy task. So someone came up with an idea: the ingredients in the drug remained the same, but the quantity was reduced.

Therefore, it wasn't long before people discovered that Minghai Group's medicine wasn't working as well as it used to be.

But there was no other way; it was the only one available. If it wasn't effective, people would buy and consume more. This suddenly increased the pressure on the production line, leading to a surge in counterfeit drugs.

By the time Chen Ming discovered this, it was already out of control. Minghai Group's medicines were being boycotted by everyone. Many people were also demanding compensation.

Under the manipulation of hostile forces and with the instigation of those with ulterior motives, Minghai Group became the first company to go bankrupt after the alien riot.

When Jia Chengping told Jing Ancheng the news, he was still sighing, "That was a leading company in the pharmaceutical industry, a company that even the Jia family dared not provoke, and it's all over now."

Meanwhile, in the Jing family's basement.

The day after the cripple and the long-haired man were locked in the basement, the unidentified object on the floor had already stopped breathing.

"The one with long hair, her soul fire has been extinguished," the cripple said softly, gazing at the dimly lit roof.

He has maintained this posture for the past two days.

The long-haired man sat cross-legged on the ground. "Almost there, I just need a little more time."

"It's no use, something inside her is about to come out."

As the lame man finished speaking, a sound like a balloon being popped came, and rotting flesh on the ground scattered everywhere.

"What is this?" the long-haired man exclaimed in surprise.

The cripple chuckled softly, "Don't you recognize it? I used to be addicted to this stuff."

The long-haired man paused for a second, then asked, "You mean this is some kind of celestial pet?"

"A celestial pet? That's a lovely name. Of course, she's a refined person; there's no reason for her to call it ugly."

A muffled groan came from the cripple, who was panting heavily. "No one's coming to save me this time. I was greedy. I didn't want to come in the first place, but you tricked me and made me suffer the same pain as before."

There were also some bits of flesh on the long-haired man's body, but he didn't feel anything.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? I don't feel anything!"

The lame man tilted his head, looking at the long-haired man who was still sitting there, showing no sign of pain. "How could this be? Do celestial pets pick and choose who to bully?"

The long-haired man glared at him. "At a time like this, you still have the mind to talk about this. If you know, just say it already."

The lame man coughed. "Aren't you in pain?"

The long-haired man shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."

"They really are picky! If you don't care, then hurry up and get to work. If I can find Yu Meng outside, maybe I can still live."

The long-haired man wanted to say something more, but seeing that the cripple's body had curled up, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The wooden door of the hut was pushed open from the outside, and an old woman with a wrinkled face walked in carrying a bowl.

"The head of the family said that you are still useful and cannot die, so I have come to feed you."

She glanced at the cripple curled up on the ground, said nothing, and walked over to him.

She walked up to the long-haired man, looked him over, and said, "He was quite handsome. It's just a pity."

She brought the bowl directly to the long-haired man's mouth, "I'll have to go through the trouble and feed you with my hands."

After saying that, she grabbed a handful of rice and stuffed it into the long-haired man's mouth.

A stench of spoiled food assaulted his nostrils, and the long-haired man turned his head to the side.

"Still complaining?" The old woman put the bowl on the ground. "Let me tell you, you absolutely have to eat this. How will you live if you don't?"

One hand held the long-haired man's mouth shut, while the other hand stuffed food into his mouth.

The old woman muttered to herself, "I'm used to doing this. I've served several people like you before, and none of them have escaped my grasp."

The long-haired man truly regretted it at that moment; he should have accepted his fate and not forced it.

The ugly woman shoved a bowl of rice into the long-haired man's mouth. No one knew how she did it, but the man couldn't close his mouth, and to avoid choking, he had no choice but to swallow.

The ugly woman left, went to the lame man's side, and kicked him. "You'll save yourself trouble. With those treasures, you won't die anytime soon even if you don't eat them."

The long-haired man tried to vomit up what he had eaten; he tried to gag himself with his fingers. But his hand, which he could lift before, was now completely paralyzed, not even his fingers could move.

After a long while, the cripple spoke in a low voice, "Why haven't you made any moves yet?"

The long-haired man gave a bitter smile. "Crippled man, I've dragged you into this. I can't move now."

"What do you mean by 'can't move'? You've eaten, you should have the energy now."

"I can't move at all, not even a finger. She drugged my food again." The long-haired man lay on the ground in an awkward position. He was too weak to sit up, so he leaned forward, but his legs remained crossed.

"Even if I can change the formation, we still can't escape in our current state."

Neither of them noticed that ever since the mass of rotting flesh exploded, something beneath her had slowly begun to move.

One breath, two breaths, like breathing, gradually became rhythmic.

A domineering line crawled out from the long-haired man's sleeve, floated onto the thing, and then suddenly plunged down.

The unknown thing paused for a moment, then began to rise and fall violently.

If the lame man and the long-haired man had come to take a look at this moment, they would have realized that the so-called alien mother had mutated over the years. Perhaps they could have tried to control it. It's just a pity that they were lying there, unable to take care of themselves.

The overlord lines clung tightly to the alien mother body.

As mentioned before, the optimal habitat for these so-called celestial pets is lines. This is also why the long-haired man was not infected by the celestial pet.

For the Tyrant Lines to absorb energy, they needed to poke small holes in the alien mother body. In this way, the celestial pets inside the lines entered the underground alien mother body one by one through the small holes poked by the tentacles.

The energies that the Tyrant's lines favored, these celestial pets naturally loved as well. Given the readily available pathway, they didn't hesitate to abandon the Tyrant and seek a more advanced vessel.

At this moment, the alien mother is in pain; a foreign object has invaded her body, and she naturally disagrees.

It struggles and tries everything to expel these invaders. With no other option, it can only keep producing aliens in an attempt to alleviate its suffering. This leads to alien riots on the battlefield.