Zhang Ju walked a few steps into the slaughterhouse, and then found that Rong Yue, Deputy Factory Director Tong and others were all shrunk behind him, cautious, as if they were hiding from some terrifying big demon king. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He saw some funny people, all of whom were dozens of years old, and they were like children playing peek-a-boo, and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?" Leading the way, I don't know the internal structure of the slaughterhouse. ”

"No, master, if three workers die in it in a row, there must be something unclean, and we ordinary people can't bear it."

Rong Yue glanced at Deputy Director Tong beside him, and the latter immediately spoke his heart on behalf of Rong Yue. It seems that by doing so, it will be possible to retain a bit of the majesty of the factory director.

Zhang Ju felt that he really couldn't talk to these guys well, otherwise he would kick his nose and face and be unable to do things.

He immediately feigned anger and said, "If you don't come and walk side by side with me, you don't believe in my ability, then you can only cancel this ceremony, you better ask for another wisdom." ”

Yes? Rong Yue, Deputy Director Tong and others cried and mourned, and came to the left and right sides of Zhang Jie, with strong uneasiness in their eyes, as if there were demons and monsters lurking in the brightly lit factory area around them.

Aang, Aang! As soon as I entered the slaughterhouse, I rushed into my nose with a commotion of pigs, almost blocking everyone from breathing. There is also the sound of a pig barking, poisoning everyone's eardrums all the time.

"Masks, masks!" Rong Yue said hurriedly, glaring at Deputy Director Tong fiercely.

"Oh, I remember the mask was in a nearby cupboard." Deputy Director Tong then remembered that Rong Yue and Zhang Jie were not as adaptable to such an environment as the workers and management, and hurriedly searched for them.

After putting on the mask, Zhang Ju felt a little better, the stench was reduced, but it was not much better, it is estimated that only a gas mask will completely isolate the stench comparable to poison gas.

For the environment in the workshop, he just looked at it casually, and his eyes were on the void above the heads of Rong Yue and the others most of the time.

It didn't take long for Zhang to see a pig phantom pass through the concrete roof and land on the head of the workshop director.

This pig phantom is about the same size as when it was alive, and its body is more than a meter long, translucent, and it looks a little cute. However, its red eyes exude an incomparably hateful gaze, which is not cute at all, but rather terrifying, if ordinary people can see it.

The red eyes of the pig phantom swept around, staying on Zhang Jie's body for half a second longer. However, at this time, Zhang Ju pressed the surging magic energy in the acupoint in his body, restrained his breath, and behaved like an ordinary person.

It clearly didn't have much intelligence, or rather, its simple mind was filled with hatred, and it buried its head in a long snort, sucking the energy and life force of the management below. It can be seen with the naked eye that the workshop director's face is slowly turning white.

Rong Yue, Deputy Factory Director Tong and others found that Zhang Jie's gaze was motionless, and immediately looked at the workshop director. This time it was terrible, and it could be seen that the workshop director's face was not quite right, and he yawned more and more frequently.

"You, guys, look at me, what's you doing? Tired. The workshop director's mind was foggy, and he only felt extremely tired all over his body, as if he had moved thousands of bricks on the construction site before, and he only thought about falling to the ground to sleep.

Seeing is believing, and a living example appears in front of everyone, which is much more terrifying than the ghosts and monsters imagined in the mind. Except for Zhang Jie, everyone's faces suddenly became extremely white, miserable and pale.

Knock knock, one of the management's courage was frightened, and immediately ran outside, shouting: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts!" ”

"Great, Master! What now, why don't you go out first? ”

Rong Yue's majesty, who had tried so hard to preserve some of the majesty of the factory director, had already been thrown to Java Island at this moment, like a frightened five-year-old child, clinging to the hem of Zhang's clothes, and said in panic.

"Master, let's go out now, otherwise Director Xiong will not be able to do it." Deputy Director Tong pleaded.

On weekdays, the relationship between Deputy Director Tong and Director Xiong is not bad, and he also asked for a sentence in trepidation. However, he was ready, if Zhang Jie didn't make a move, he would immediately pull out his legs and run outside.

"I, no, okay, what do you mean?" The workshop director's eyelids were almost closed, and his head was like a chick pecking rice, and he said indistinctly.

Zhang Ju pulled out a wooden sword more than a meter long from his waist, his expression was serious, and he had words in his mouth, but the speed of his speech was super fast, so that people couldn't hear it clearly.

He walked up to the workshop director, swung his toy-like wooden sword, and slashed into the air. The wooden sword was also very strange, with a layer of red flames no more than a millimeter thick burning on its surface, as if it had been ignited.

In the empty air, a pig-like phantom was revealed, dyed with a layer of red flames.

"This, this is the ghost that killed three people, how is it the appearance of a pig, is it because they are unwilling before they die and turn into ghosts to retaliate?" Not about Rong Yue, the other deputy factory directors Tong and others were all shocked, looking at the flame sword and the pig phantom, just like watching a mythical story.

Maybe there have been similar battles in some movies and television, but they know that those are made by actors, but the picture that appears in front of them is real.

Rise! In the case that Zhang Ju deliberately only used a small amount of magic energy, the pig phantom was still holding on despite burning all over his body. A pair of hateful eyes stared at Zhang Jie, stepping on the air with all fours, and rushed over.

"Master Zhang, be careful!" Rong Yue, Deputy Factory Director Tong and others hurriedly exclaimed, but their bodies kept retreating to the periphery.

Facing the phantom of the pig rushing forward, Zhang Jie stabbed a sword unhurriedly, hitting its huge pig nose.

Rumble! Adding to the fire, the flames on the pig phantom turned more than a centimeter high, and soon burned the barely supported it into a cloud of green smoke. After losing the combustible, the flames generated by the magic energy immediately extinguished as if they had never appeared.

Zhang Ju alone saw that after the pig phantom was burned out, a faint red light was loaded into his body, and the magic energy in the cave in the body recovered a little, and it became more condensed.

He summoned the attribute panel and was pleased to find that his magic energy cultivation had increased by 1%, which was equivalent to three hours of cultivation under the Yang Valley.

"Master Zhang, are you okay?" Rong Yue, Deputy Factory Director Tong and others stood aside carefully, looking at Zhang Ju with a lot of respect, and it was from the heart. It's not as respectful on the surface as before, but I don't believe it much in my heart.

The excitement on Zhang Jie's face flashed, and he nodded: "It's okay, this ghost full of hatred has been eliminated by me." ”

He didn't know how to call the pig phantom, this name was completely named by himself, without a trace of force, so he also called it an ordinary ghost, so as not to lose the demeanor of a master.

"So the slaughterhouse is safe in the future?" Rong Yue asked in surprise. After seeing the phantom of the pig with his own eyes, he wanted to leave the slaughterhouse behind.

Zhang Ju looked up, his eyes seemed to penetrate the cement roof, and he saw the dark clouds above the slaughterhouse.

The practice of reducing the amount of magic energy used just now worked, and those dozens of pig phantoms were not alarmed. If they all come together, he'll have to run away himself.

He said, "No, there are still thirty or forty ghosts like that in the slaughterhouse. ”

"What!"