As soon as Zhuang Buyuan's words fell, he ......

Nothing happened.

Wildfire's brow furrowed, and he looked around suspiciously.

What the? So what kind of shrimp? Why didn't it come out?

Pippi shrimp?

Could it be that Zhuang is not far from bluffing?

But Zhuang is not far from being a bluffer......

But it is true that nothing happened.

Looking at Zhuang not far away, he was confident, as if he was waiting for something to happen, and the wildfire was a little shy for Zhuang not far away.

"Ahahahaha......" Wildfire laughed, "what kind of prawns?" ”

Zhuang Buyuan smiled: "I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't see Pipi shrimp at all." ”

Wildfire laughed even louder.

Suddenly, his projection flickered, like a ripple, and flashed across the factory.

"What's that?" The sound of the wildfire was a little out of laughter.

It suddenly occurred to him that something really seemed to be there.

Zhuang Buyuan narrowed his eyes, as if he was looking at something he couldn't see, and smiled: "Good boy, come here." ”

With Zhuang's voice not far away, another ripple flashed, and the entire space seemed to be distorted by something, whether it was light or space.

But this is the inside of the factory, and the space in the factory is very stable, and the wildfire has also strengthened the control of the surrounding space, and the space is so stable that even the steel door cannot be opened.

This distortion, centered on Zhuang Buyuan, and the space around Zhuang Buyuan is layered like an onion, which is caused by the serious dislocation of the passage of time nearby.

Looking at it from a distance, Zhuang Buyuan seemed to be standing in a broken mirror, which was particularly weird.

Suddenly, this misplaced space fluctuated again, oscillating back and forth, as if someone was swinging their tails, stirring the water in the pond, trapping the golden cage not far from Zhuang, unable to hold on any longer, and a misplaced crack appeared.

Wildfire's eyes just blinked, and Zhuang came out of the golden cage not far away.

The golden cage, still in place, was not destroyed.

Zhuang Buyuan's magical escape technique is like a magician.

"Good boy, well done." Zhuang stretched out his hand not far away, and the void slapped something.

"You...... What the hell are you looking at! The wildfire couldn't help but scream.

Even though he was the owner of a cluster-level factory, well-informed, wealthy, and had lived for a long time, he had never seen such a strange scene.

Could it be that the lords of the manor are so weird?

"Kill him!" Wildfire suddenly felt that he had made a classic villain mistake.

That's too much talk.

There was a "hum", and the sound of energy gathering sounded, and several small Zhuang exterminators appeared on the inner wall of the factory, aiming at the direction not far from Zhuang.

But this "buzz" soon faded.

It's like a bee suddenly turns into a mosquito.

Then it turned into a dead mosquito.

This is one of the largest production lines inside the factory, and it is an interior space that is larger than the earth, and the whole space is spherical, and the huge forging machine is constantly running, and the sound of beating like a heart can be heard throughout the factory.

The huge forge was arguably one of the most powerful and tough machines in the Wildfire Factory.

At this time, the shell of the forging machine was quickly mottled with rust, and then peeled off piece by piece, like heavy snow.

The golden ball that bound Griffith peeled off like a soap bubble, and Griffith, who was almost squeezed to death in it, struggled to climb out, but before he could climb a few steps, he screamed: "No! No! No! ”

His skin, sagging at a terrifying rate, drooped his countenance, drooped at the corners of his eyes, and his hair turned white and then fell out......

Not long ago, Griffith, who could be said to be a beautiful man, became a bad old man in an instant.

He was lying on the ground, unable to move, he wanted to struggle, but he had no strength.

His eyelids drooped, and in his blurred vision, he saw Zhuang standing in the air not far away, staring at the phantom of the wildfire.

He saw that Zhuang Buyuan seemed to say something, but his eardrums were so loose that he couldn't hear anything.

Behind the wildfire, the huge forge collapsed, being dragged by its own gravity, torn and twisted into a ball.

The figure of the wildfire has gradually disappeared, and the "projection" facilities that support him cannot survive the passage of time.

In this space, only Zhuang was left standing in the void.

The whole factory is like an onion that starts to rot from the inside, corroded layer by layer, peeling off layer by layer.

Griffith's heart was filled with regret.

Originally...... Zhuang is not far from so powerful.

It turned out that in Zhuang Buyuan's eyes, he was just an ant.

His world was getting dark, and he knew that death was coming.

What did he see before his world went completely black.

Not far from Zhuang, more than a dozen huge shadows were circling around him.

It is like a hound running around its master, and it is like a terrifying black whirlpool centered on Zhuang not far away.

Sweep everything, devour everything, destroy everything.

"I ...... I didn't want to do that. Zhuang Buyuan raised his head and looked straight ahead, he didn't know if he was talking to himself or talking to the wildfire, "I was going to rescue my compatriots and leave just like that, but unfortunately, your good servant didn't give me a chance to leave quietly." ”

He lifted his head, slightly discerned his direction, and flew forward.

He remembers that when he was in the factory, the location of the factory owner was the core area of the entire factory.

"Now that you know who I am, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhuang is not far away, but he is a manor owner, of course, he can't let other factory owners who know his identity live!

Now, on the contrary, he is not in a hurry to leave.

……

Outside the wildfire factory, countless factories hang from the outer wall of the wildfire factory, including the Joy Factory.

In the continuous, never-before-heard sound of forging, in the sound of tinkling chips, in the sound of light singing and dancing, the joy factory is still full of people, never stopping.

The guests shuttled through it, drinking the happy water of the fat house, and shouting along with the other gamblers.

Suddenly, for some reason, everyone subconsciously paused.

"Wait, what's wrong?"

The entire pleasure factory suddenly fell silent.

In everyone's heart, there is an extreme sense of unease.

Where does this sense of unease come from?

"Wait, where's the forging sound?" One of the guests suddenly shouted.

The constant sound of forging is like the heartbeat of a wildfire factory.

But at this point, the heartbeat stopped.

After a few moments, almost all the guests turned around and ran out.