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In the dead of night, the streets are brightly lit, but there are no human figures in sight, and there is no roar of cars, and there is silence between heaven and earth. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhang Ju walked to the parking lot and looked at the time, it was more than eleven o'clock. If it is placed in the CBD area, the bars and night markets here are estimated to be the time when the flow of people is hot, but it is already very empty in the high-tech park.

Because of the rapid growth of the magic energy company, three cars and three commercial vehicles were purchased in one go, Zhang Jie, Chen Xi and Luo Changbao each had a car, and the remaining commercial vehicles were reserved for the company to pick up guests or something.

Zhang Jie didn't love sports cars with poor adaptability, so he randomly chose a silver-gray Porsche Cayenn of about two million. This car has a certain off-road performance, which is a kind of sports SUV, which is more in line with his taste.

When he passed by the gate of the park, he saw envy in the eyes of several security guards, and couldn't help but smile in his heart. If it weren't for the knowledge of magic energy, it is estimated that he would now be receiving a salary of several thousand yuan similar to that of a security guard, after all, the salary of interns is very low.

Rumble! After leaving the gate of the park, Zhang Jiewei stepped on the accelerator, and the surging power of the Porsche was transmitted to the whole car, and the speed rose to 80 kilometers per hour.

This speed did not reach the full potential of Porsche, but he gave up on accelerating, not wanting to cause a traffic accident because he was too fast.

When he was studying in the past, he also hated Li Gang and his ilk very much, and he didn't want to become the kind of person who regarded human life as nothing in order to experience the thrill of high-speed galloping.

At an intersection, while waiting for the green light, the magic energy in Zhang Jutan's acupoint suddenly shook slightly, and he felt a dark aura coming from the right. He turned his head and saw a large truck transporting live pigs, loaded with at least hundreds of fat pigs to be slaughtered.

The neighing of one pig was nothing, but the hissing of thirty or forty pigs mixed together, comparable to the noise of an airplane taking off, simply shook the eardrums of everyone within fifty meters of it.

"I'm rubbing, no wonder I have to transport live pigs early and late at night, if it was placed in the daytime, the drivers on the whole highway would have already scolded."

Zhang Ju sat in the car, still feeling that all the sounds in his ears were pig meows, and the radio broadcast in the car was inaudible at all.

He cut through the noise, looked for the source of the dark aura, and then destroyed it. Although this may not be of much use, after all, the world is so big that it can't be taken care of at all, but as long as he finds the dark aura, he doesn't plan to let it go.

But just then, the red light turned green, and the big truck carrying the pigs started. Zhang Jie gently turned the steering wheel and followed, and the dark aura seemed to come from the front of the truck.

More than ten kilometers away, the pig transport truck drove into a building covering an area of more than 20 acres, and a sign hung outside the gate: Red Star Slaughterhouse.

Although he had lost his observation of the characters in the front of the truck, Zhang Jie had already figured out the source of the dark aura, and there was no need to follow up. Besides, he wouldn't be able to enter the slaughterhouse without an acquaintance to lead the way.

Two or three hundred meters above the entire slaughterhouse, a huge gray cloud had accumulated, and an incomparably strong evil aura was emitted in all directions, like a huge source of pollution.

Dozens of phantoms of pigs with a pair of eyes like little red lights pierced through the dark clouds, neighing from time to time below, and their voices were full of incomparable anger.

Zhang Jie saw with his own eyes that the phantom of a pig floated down from the black cloud, fell on the head of the security guard, and then arched at the security guard's head as if he had found food.

A faint white point of light rose from the security guard's skull and entered the body of the pig's phantom, and then, as if it had eaten a great tonic, its phantom became a little more solid.

And the security guard, who had been sucked into something, was a little sluggish, and his eyes were bloodshot with exhaustion.

"Isn't it, even the slaughtered pigs have rebelled?" Zhang was stunned, when were humans bullied to the head by domestic pigs?

Hiss, hiss! An almost transparent pig phantom floated out of the slaughterhouse, seemingly a pig that had just been slaughtered, instinctively flying towards the dark clouds of evil qi more than two hundred meters high, as if a tired bird had returned to its nest.

It's just that as soon as this pig phantom came into contact with the evil clouds, a large amount of gray evil qi poured into its body, and then it seemed to be unable to support it, lost its form, and melted into the evil clouds as if it had been assimilated.

"Fortunately, not every time a pig is slaughtered, there will be an extra phantom in the dark clouds." Zhang Jie secretly rejoiced in his heart.

In fact, the reason is very simple, if it is true that every pig that is killed can become a phantom, then there will not be only dozens now. In such a large slaughterhouse, more than 10,000 pigs are slaughtered every day.

The thought of tens of thousands of phantom pigs increasing every day and then falling on the heads of nearby residents is a bit scary to think about.

Although Zhang Jie has not yet figured out what the pig phantom has absorbed from the security guard, it is obviously not a good thing for the security guard.

Bang bang, a yawning middle-aged security guard came over, gently knocked on the window glass, and said, "This gentleman, please move the car a little bit, don't block the pig transport truck behind." ”

"Okay." Zhang Ju saw in the rearview mirror that a truck about the same size as the previous one came to the back.

After giving up his position, he thought for a moment and stepped out of the car to the security booth. His gaze swept over the four security guards, all of whom had tired and pale faces, and their eyes were bloodshot.

"Damn, what have you been doing lately, I feel so tired. After getting off work at 7 a.m., I lay in bed as soon as I got home, and I didn't even want to eat. My wife said that I slept until seven o'clock at night like a dead pig. ”

"That's right, it's only twelve o'clock, and I used to be very energetic at this time, reading a few online novels, but now I don't even have the heart to read my favorite "Druid in Modern Times". Ah~Cut! ”

"Don't talk about it, I don't have the energy at all when I get home, but my girlfriend has complained several times, wondering if I ran to do a big health care. This is so wrongful that I have given her all my salary. ”

"Don't talk about us, even the workers inside seem to be about the same, all of them have dark circles under their eyes and their faces are pale. Whether our slaughterhouse is being targeted by ghosts, we should ask the chairman to invite some Taoist monks to come and have a look. ”

Zhang Jie listened to it for a while, and probably knew that these security guards were sucked away by the pig phantom, and it should be energy.

Energy can be recovered after consumption, but if these security guards are overdrawn, they can't recover at all, and they begin to consume life force.

Hearing the word Taoist, his heart moved, and he said loudly to the security guard: "You are all about to be in great trouble, but you don't know it!" ”

"Hey, what are you doing? No entry is allowed here. A security guard with a bat tattoo on the back of his hand, with anger on his face, pointed at Zhang Jie and said.

Zhang Ju snorted coldly, turned around and left: "Hehe, I don't know if I'm dying, forget it!" I'll go, but don't regret it. ”

"Don't be impulsive, that guy drives a million-dollar Porsche." The middle-aged security guard who came over and knocked on the car window whispered.