Factory graves, as the residents of Mercer call an area in the southern Bronque district, were once home to a large number of polluting factories such as steel and coal.

Later, due to a Great Depression and endless accidents, the factory owners here fled on a large scale, leaving behind "empty shells".

One of the most serious and final incidents was when a brave journalist risked his life to infiltrate the area and uncover that all the factories were secretly discharging sewage into the Mercer River, resulting in the accidental deaths of at least thousands of citizens for more than a decade.

In addition, the health of the remaining citizens is also at risk.

That report led to the birth of the "grave".

It also gave birth to the first journalist to win the highest federal journalism award, although the journalist was killed shortly after.

Years after the event, this place has long been covered with dust and has no name.

In the middle of the night, it's a veritable graveyard atmosphere.

Recently, it has become a forbidden place for some mysterious reasons.

No homeless man who has nowhere to go will not risk his life to approach here.

Now, the sight of a dark street seems to confirm the horror of this place.

Rustle!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy flesh and blood presence rubbing against the dusty pavement.

The moonlight with a hint of purple light shone down in the coldness, faintly, four silent, tall figures were moving forward step by step, their steps seemed to be specially trained, completely consistent, looking both harmonious and strange.

Four bald men in suits and masks, each dragging a hook and lock, dragged a behemoth, towards the deepest part of the "grave".

It was a disgusting corpse.

It seems that after the death of a giant, it has undergone a long period of fermentation, forming a more terrifying "giant view".

It has a human-like appearance, but its skin is covered with gray-black spots, and the pus-like blood flowing under the skin can be faintly seen, comparable to the foul smell of a garbage dump, forming wisps of green smoke that curl up.

One of the urban legends of Mercer City, like the Bronk Dogface, was once the "Stinky Giant" that prevailed for a while.

In the legend, it is a man who has suffered from gigantism since he was a child, abandoned by his family, and can only feed on the garbage from the garbage dump, and finally turns into a terrible giant with a foul smell all over his body because of various pollution and decay.

Originally, it was just an urban legend.

But perhaps because of the return of the spirit, it has become a reality.

It was then captured by four "polluters".

The stench, enough to smoke a person alive, seems to have no effect on the polluter.

The Stinky Giant looks like it's been rotting for years, but it's actually very fresh.

Death, no more than a few minutes.

Perhaps because it has foraged in the garbage dump since childhood, its vitality is surprisingly tenacious.

It wasn't until just now that it lost its last bit of vitality.

In its stinking, rotting body, a wisp of resentment was rising.

At first it appears to be an unusually tall boy, then it begins to swell rapidly.

Eventually, it became a disgusting giant, habitually roaring, spitting out poisonous gases that could cause the plague, but finding itself unable to make any movement.

As soon as it looked down, it happened to see its own corpse, and immediately fell into an incredulous stupor.

Before it could accept that it was dead, a palm wrapped in smoke fell silently on top of its head in the dark night sky.

Call!

A little red light, turning it into fly ash in an instant.

Rustle!

Below the dark streets, the polluters continue on their way.

......

"Buzz"

On the side of the street, in an abandoned factory, a cloud of smoke poured in, and finally turned into a solid figure.

Tang Qi's steps were a little heavy, and his state seemed to be a little strange at this time, as if he had done some strenuous exercise, his breathing was a little rapid, and his heartbeat was beyond the normal rate.

To put it simply, he was a little overwhelmed at this point.

"How many are these?"

"It's too bad, but it's supplying more fuel than anything before, and it's a little close to the limit tonight. ”

Tang Qi stood in place and silently recalled his previous gains.

He had been in the factory grave for hours, and in the process, he had become the shadow of the most industrious and cautious of all.

Traveling in and out of the night sky in strict accordance with the safety boundaries of perception, it is easy to pick up fuel from those fresh corpses.

Once or twice in a while, I was almost discovered.

It's just that every time, Tang Qi gave up decisively.

Anyway, these polluters are coming from all over the place, and the ownerless fuel is more than ever, so there is no need for him to be greedy.

Even so, Don Qi is very close to the limit.

It must be known that after obtaining the "Trial", Tang Qi's progress in the Furnace Meditation Method has exceeded ten percent, which can make him feel close to the limit at this time, and you can imagine how much fuel he has filled the furnace.

He had a hunch that after returning this trip and digesting all the fuel, the progress of the meditation method would usher in another leap.

"But I am afraid that this kind of good life will not last long, and no matter when the polluters started this kind of operation, it will certainly not be too far off, at least not when I first set up traps to kill monsters. ”

"With their capture efficiency, in a few days, there will be no more than a few flesh-and-blood monsters left in the entire Mercer City. ”

"I wonder what the people of the Castle Bureau will do at that time?"

"Until then, it was my refueling place. ”

In the flickering of thoughts, Tang Qi felt the swelling in his mind, and did not continue to insist, but turned around and planned to go to his own small building.

At this time, because it was close to the early hours of the morning.

When Tang Qi drilled out of the factory and was about to dissolve the fog and leave, the aura of the entire factory tomb changed.

The polluters, who had been walking slowly through the streets, seemed to have received some kind of signal, and they all accelerated in unison, each dragging the results into phantoms, speeding over the watchtower and into the dark factory.

Originally, the paint was weird, as if deliberately creating countless narrow "strange eyes" on the surface of the factory, and suddenly a black glow rippled all over the walls.

Soon, a dusty and extremely old factory appeared.

If it weren't for the watchtower, it would look no different from the abandoned factories around it.

This scene explains why no one is aware of the existence of this "dark factory", because it changes.

Tang Qi finally took a deep look at the factory, and then turned away without hesitation.

......

Boom!

Before the swelling felt at its peak, Tang Qi turned around the campus, didn't have time to wash and change clothes, went directly to the bedroom on the second floor, and sat down on the carpet as usual.

"The Furnace!"

Silently spit out two words, Tang Qi closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation.

His thoughts, little by little, outlined the golden sun, incomparably brilliant and dazzling, burning in the ruins of darkness.

The "fuel" that was picked up by Tang Qi not long ago reappeared at this moment, and then flashed past.

Streams of golden light flew towards the furnace he had turned into, some like a stream, some like a river, all of them surging together, all of them turning into his spiritual power.

The progress of his meditation method is rising rapidly.