The old ghost did feel the power of the [Family Crest].
To be exact, there was no need to feel it at all. The moment Wen Shi took out the badge, the aura that could not be ignored oppressed him and made him breathless. The owner of this badge was very strong, and the two were not on the same level at all.
With a backer, Wen Shi's words were full of sincerity when he spoke again.
"The factory wants to choose me as the new spokesperson for Beautiful Heart. I can relate to everything Brother Qingrong feels about."
"I promise you that I will take care of him, for richer or poorer, in health or in sickness..."
Pooh.
The poor blood circulation caused the brain to be deprived of oxygen, which also reduced the ability to think. Wen Shi stopped talking in time and coughed, "In short, I will do my best to protect Brother Qingrong. But I need to know what happened here. Uncle, can you tell me about the big factory?"
The old ghost was silent for a moment: "If I don't tell you, will you beat me to death?"
"Won't."
"Then I..."
"I'll have someone beat you to death."
Old Man Ghost: “… Then I’ll tell you.”
The first thing the old man said after agreeing to communicate was: "The Meiling liquid produced by the big factory is the gospel of saving mankind."
Wen Shi followed up by asking, "What exactly is the Beauty Spirit Liquid?"
The old man turned his neck stiffly, and because part of his flesh and blood was almost gone, he was only relying on the support of his bones to turn his neck.
Wen Shi knew that this had aroused the other party's suspicion. How could people living in this world not know about the Beauty Spirit Liquid? However, he said calmly: "I am too pure and have never used that thing."
The old ghost didn't know whether he believed this or not, but he still answered his question: "The Beauty Spirit Liquid is of course used to beautify the soul."
“…” Wen Shi’s face was filled with indescribable expression.
Isn't this nonsense? People in this factory have used Meiling Liquid a lot, but he didn't see a single good person.
The old man seemed to see his disdain, and the bones all over his body turned black. At the same time, his tone was filled with anger, as if he wanted to tear Wen Shi's bones into his stomach: "If you don't insist on applying the beauty liquid, you will soon be contaminated and turn into a monster! The beauty liquid from the big factory is the best beauty liquid in the world!"
Wen Shi put away his contemptuous expression.
This was very different from what he had imagined. He had thought that the old ghost would hate this factory and everything here, but looking at his current appearance, it was obvious that he was worshipping the Meiling Liquid on a pedestal.
Wen Shi suddenly asked: "Do you think the manager of this factory is a good person?"
"Of course not." The old man sneered, "Starting from the improved version of the Beauty Spirit Liquid, the effect of beautifying the soul has been reduced, but the anti-pollution effect is better! Unlike the first generation of Beauty Spirit Liquid, which has great side effects and can easily cause developmental delays and low IQ in children."
He sighed faintly, "My son is the victim of the first generation of beauty spirit liquid."
Wen Shi thought expressionlessly that he didn't think Jian Qingrong had a low IQ. And his height didn't seem like he was stunted.
“What is the cause of the pollution?”
Old Man Ghost: "I'm not a scientist, how would I know? Anyway, the Beauty Spirit Liquid can save the world."
He said in an extremely pious tone: "The big factory is the only one authorized to produce the enhanced version of Meiling Liquid. Other factories only have the right to produce the original and improved versions of Meiling Liquid. This is thanks to the old factory director's connections in a hospital on the other side of the ocean. It was that hospital that formulated the secret recipe of Meiling Liquid."
Hearing the word "hospital", Wen Shi blurted out subconsciously: "Frank Hospital?"
The old ghost's bones shook up and down twice.
Although he had been dead for a long time, his tone was still full of strong trembling and awe: "This is a hospital with great love. Later they also set up a sanatorium near the factory."
"… "
Wen Shi can be sure that the timelines of the two copies are different, and the world of the big factory is obviously more modern.
It seems that the history of Frank Hospital is longer than he imagined, but as of now, every detail of this history is full of darkness, blood and distortion.
"How did you die?" Fearing that he might anger the old man's ghost, Wen Shi asked this question from a little distance.
"I don't remember." Unexpectedly, the old ghost was very calm: "I only remember that I was not feeling well for a while, and I was worried about being contaminated. Fortunately, Qingrong was a filial child who worked overtime day and night, so I could use the Meiling Liquid every day. After that, after that..."
Lines of blood appeared on the blackened bones, and the face, which was almost only a piece of skin left, began to twitch. The old ghost's expression suddenly became ferocious. A cold current rushed through the inner room, and except for the chair under the corpse, all the surrounding furniture fell to the ground.
When he lost his mind, he had the urge to die together with his enemies, and the deterrent effect of the [Family Emblem] was lost.
When it’s warm, try to reduce your presence as much as possible and slowly back away.
When he turned around, he bumped into Jian Qingrong. The other person's body was not as thin as he looked. Wen Shi's hand slid down unconsciously and actually touched his abdominal muscles.
It feels very good. Damn his developmental delay. The old man doesn’t understand his son at all.
Realizing that this action was similar to taking advantage of someone, Wen Shi stopped immediately: "Uncle seems angry, how about we go out first?"
Jian Qingrong's gaze lingered on his hand for a few seconds, then he calmly picked up the incense burner on the ground and lit three incense sticks. His pale fingertips looked even more pointed in the faint flame. He bowed to the black and white photo on the wall before inserting the incense into the incense burner.
The old ghost calmed down, leaned back in his chair, and stopped moving.
Jian Qingrong: "The old man hasn't spoken for a long time."
Nonsense, how can a dead person often speak? But Wen Shi naturally couldn't say that, he just nodded in agreement.
"Since my father likes you, some things will be alright."
He said "forget it" lightly, and Wen Shi thought it was referring to the fact that he had secretly read the diary.
In the second half of the night, Wen Shi did not open the drawer. If he was caught again, he was afraid that things would not end well. He kept recalling the contents of the diary he had seen before in his mind.
Jian Qingrong's behavior was very strange. It was not the first time he had encountered a ghost. Knowing what would happen when working the night shift, he would still take the initiative to help or stand guard together. What was even stranger was Jian Qingrong's reaction after each encounter with a ghost.
He was calling their names.
"Name." Wen Shi suddenly realized that he had never asked the boy's name. It was not that he simply forgot, but that some force made him passively ignore it. Otherwise, when people communicate with each other, they will habitually ask for the name before asking the age.
Forget it, I’ll talk about this after I meet the boy tomorrow.
The old man’s death was obviously not simple.
For the first time, Wen Shi began to doubt Jian Qingrong's identity as a filial son. This Meiling Liquid was definitely not a good thing, but Jian Qingrong kept providing him with this thing during the last days of the old man's life.
Wen Shi silently gathered the information that he could confirm: being scratched by a monster would lead to infection; using too much Meiling Liquid would lead to drug dependence, and the workers in the factory would have a more urgent need for Meiling Liquid before they died. Also, the ghosts of those who died in the factory would gather here after their death.
He thought he would not be able to sleep tonight, but he turned over and fell asleep while thinking. At about three o'clock in the morning, Wen Shi was awakened by a loud noise. The noise was very loud. Not long after, a terrible scream broke through the air.
boom!
Boom!
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment. Didn’t the old ghost calm down
Soon he realized that the almost earth-shattering noise did not come from the inner room, but from outside.
Wen Shi ran to the window and pulled open the curtain. He almost fell backwards when he saw the densely packed heads. Under the moonlight, these monsters were climbing up the dormitory building at an incredibly fast speed, using their hands and feet. Most of them poured into the windows of the first three floors like a tide, but there were still a few strong male monsters who began to climb up to the third floor and above.
When one of them saw Wen, its rotten half face pulled into a terrifying smile, with a row of sharp and thin teeth covered with blood foam.
The smell of living people attracted him to climb faster.
This scene is like a real-life zombie siege.
Wen Shi got goosebumps all over his body and prayed that the game would be kind and not throw him into a doomsday copy. He didn't want to deal with a bunch of zombies.
The windows were locked tightly, but Wen Shi didn't think the glass windows could stop these crazy monsters.
He turned around and yelled at Jian Qingrong: "Get out and find the dormitory manager!"
Each floor above the third floor is equipped with a dedicated dormitory manager, which will definitely be useful.
Wen Shi rushed into the inner room and carried the corpse on his back.
The old ghost was somewhat moved.
"Uncle, please protect me and your son for the last time."
I'm almost saying that when I'm in trouble, I'll just use you as a hidden weapon and send you away.
“…” Go to hell, go to hell, how could there be such a bastard!
The noise in the corridor was even louder.
As soon as Wen Shi opened the door, he saw the dormitory manager holding an electric baton and swinging it in the distance.
When he got closer, he found an iron door at the entrance of the fourth floor stairs. The baton in the dormitory manager's hand hit the monster's head, and a large amount of blood spurted out and flowed down the iron door. The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere could not stop the monsters who wanted to break through the iron door. Their arms stretched out from the narrow gap, and the ones behind squeezed the ones in front, like a surging wave. It was only a matter of time before they broke through the iron door.
Running upwards is the only way out, but there is also an iron door between the fourth and fifth floors, and each floor is relatively sealed.
Wen Shi couldn't help but take a step back: "Has this happened before? A monster attacking people?"
In the tunnel, the attackers were NPCs that had been contaminated but had not yet transformed into real monsters. But now, judging from their appearance and climbing speed, these were pure monsters.
"No." Jian Qingrong said, "They only like to eat polluted people."
When the purity of the mind is greater than sixty and less than seventy, it is in the pollution stage, and below sixty it begins to alienate. Based on the experience in the tunnel, monsters like to eat polluted humans, but not alienated ones.
Now I don't know what's happening, they are starting to make exceptions.
Wen Shi took a deep breath and said, "Do you know where all these monsters come from?"
"There is a sanatorium behind the factory. Those who are contaminated will be sent there for treatment." When mentioning the sanatorium, Jian Qingrong's black and white eyes showed a strange smile: "Occasionally, there are cases that can be cured."
"… There must be something wrong with the nursing home. There are many patients there."
Wen Shi cursed inwardly, wondering if these people were crazy for setting up a sanatorium behind a factory where the population is concentrated.
The iron gate was about to collapse. At this time, the dormitory manager turned his head and saw Jian Qingrong. He was overjoyed.
He took out protective clothing and electric batons from the duty room and called Jian Qingrong over: "Qingrong, you are the spokesperson for the beautiful heart of our factory. Put on the protective clothing and lead them away. I will go find help."
The dormitory manager even ignored Wen Shi and the corpse on his back.
Jian Qingrong's pupils became darker and darker. In the corridor with average lighting, a hint of scarlet flashed across the depths of his pupils.
To make matters worse, the door of the dormitory next door suddenly opened, and an extremely thin man holding a basin of water stood in front of Jian Qingrong. When he turned around, the basin of water had already been poured directly on the other person. The water had a strange smell, and Jian Qingrong's hair was wet and stuck to his face, and he instantly became a drowned chicken.
"Are you sick?" Before he could finish his curse, the big man slammed the door shut.
"Uncle, can you still tolerate your son being bullied like this?"
Before he finished speaking, the corpse had jumped off Wen Shi's back. Just when Wen Shi thought the old ghost was going to punch everyone, he suddenly jumped onto Jian Qingrong, his dry face revealing a greedy expression: "Meiling Liquid, Meiling Liquid..."
Before he could do something even more disgusting, Wen Shi kicked the man away.
The skinny monkey splashed the diluted beauty liquid, undoubtedly wanting to make Jian Qingrong the target of the monster's attack.
Thanks to him, Wen Shi came to another conclusion: monsters have a need for the Meiling Liquid, even old ghosts.
The monsters attacked strategically. They had a certain intelligence and no longer crowded around blindly. The first few began to kick the door hard.
He swung the electric baton around and Wen Shi was unable to stop him. He could only watch him run into Jian Qingrong's dormitory and lock the door.
My goodness, they are all becoming shameless.
The old ghost lost his mind again, and the temperature around him dropped drastically. Looking at his expression, he seemed to want to skin and eat Jian Qingrong.
"Meiling Liquid..." No one can stop him from taking Meiling Liquid!
The old ghost's attention was all on Jian Qingrong. Before Wen Shi pounced on Jian Qingrong for the second time, he grabbed his spine from behind and threw him hard.
The old ghost's corpse was not flexible enough, so Wen Shi quickly thought of a countermeasure before he pounced on him again.
"You should hide in the duty room." A shadow fell on Wen Shi's head. Jian Qingrong, who was half a head taller than him, walked closer and said.
The distance between the two sides was so close that Wen Shi could clearly see the beauty liquid flowing down the blood vessels on the other's neck, finally flowing over the Adam's apple.
After saying that, Jian Qingrong walked towards the iron gate alone. He pinched the bell in his pocket with his slender fingers and shook it slightly.
Some of the monsters outside the door became more and more excited, but their desire to hunt was not directed at Jian Qingrong. They were more like the wild beasts raised by Jian Qingrong, even if their cages were opened.
The sound of the bell was too faint and subtle to be picked up by the untrained ear, especially in this situation.
Wen Shi could only see the thin back, so he naturally didn't notice such details. He was thinking about the next move. The cooldown of the zombie's skill had not yet expired, so summoning it would not have much effect, and the risk of summoning the owner of the castle was too great. Wen Shi didn't like being passive, and Jian Qingrong was not enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of these monsters. It might not be safe to hide in the duty room. In addition, he was just an intern now, and anyone could step on him. If Jian Qingrong was gone, as the next spokesperson for Beautiful Mind, it was easy to imagine what treatment he would receive.
Wen Shi caught a glimpse of the old ghost who was about to attack again, and he made up his mind quickly.
He walked forward quickly.
Jian Qingrong thought he was going to hide in the duty room, and there was a hint of amusement in his gloomy expression.
"Follow me."
Wen Shi's attitude was as cold and hard as his voice, and he forcibly pulled people deeper into the corridor.
In the factory, Jian Qingrong has always lived like a puppet without his own opinion. He would do whatever others said. The moment Wen Shi pulled him away, a trace of confusion finally appeared in his eyes: "Why?"
Why help him
At this time, wouldn't it be normal to do what the dormitory manager did and throw him into the pile of monsters
"If you want to save him, just do it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Wen Shi was calculating the distance in the corridor and how many monsters would come up, so he scolded him fiercely.
Jian Qingrong: "You really don't want me to lead the monster away?"
Wen Shi had a headache and said unhappily, "No, don't worry."
Jian Qingrong was stunned. This feeling of being made a promise made him feel strange, disgusted, but also contained a hint of excitement.
Wen Shi retreated almost to 401 at the end of the corridor. To save points, he only had one chance to attack, and if he wanted to defeat the monsters in one go, he had to let them rush into the corridor as much as possible.
The dormitory manager who was hiding in Room 401 and peeping through the peephole cursed inwardly, saying that this was a dead end and it would be better to hide in the duty room for safety.
"Leave far away!"
Worried that the monsters would gather here later, the dormitory manager opened the door and drove them away with an electric baton.
There was a small bloodstain on Jian Qingrong's face, left by the out-of-control old man's ghost. He looked at the fierce dormitory manager with eyes like a cold-blooded animal staring at the meat that was about to enter its mouth. Jian Qingrong wiped the bloodstain on his face with his pale fingertips, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and frowned in dissatisfaction.
Other people's blood tastes better.
Boom!
The iron door finally collapsed, and the dormitory manager didn't bother to chase people away, and slammed the door again. The room was not completely free of danger, at least his electric baton was still very effective against the monsters that climbed up from the window.
The surging monster made Wen Shi gasp.
Jian Qingrong saw the moment his eyelids twitched and his fists clenched.
Humans always make promises easily and then betray them. There was a trash can in the corner, covered with a large black plastic bag. Jian Qingrong seemed to be seriously considering Wen Shi, but in fact he continued to persuade him to give up on himself: "You can hide in there, and I will lead the monster away."
Wen Shi ignored him and was selecting products in the game mall.
[Name: Aoki Sword
Price: 100 points
Product introduction: An ordinary long sword]
That's it! Cheap enough!
After Wen Shi paid, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He silently activated the skill "One Sword to Settle Everything" and told Jian Qingrong, "Stand behind me."
He couldn't stand people who were slow at critical moments, so when Jian Qingrong was thinking about something, he pushed the person behind him.
"Do you want to use the skill [One Sword to Flatten the Sphere]?"
"yes."
"Spend 5,000 points to activate [One Sword to Flatten the Sphere]. This skill can only be used three times. This is the first time it is used this round."
An inexplicable force was injected into Wen Shi's body. It seemed that what he was holding in his hand was not a sword, but a nuclear weapon. For a moment, there was only one thought left in his mind: I am invincible in the world.
Seeing Jian Qingrong staring at the sword from the corner of his eye, Wen Shi made up an excuse: "It's a soft sword, it can be hidden at the waist at ordinary times."
He would not easily leave his back to someone, even if it was the seemingly frail Jian Qingrong. But Wen Shi had now activated his skills, and no one could attack him from behind.
The corridor was narrow, and there were densely packed black dead heads, with hungry eyes emitting ferocious green light, making the monster rushing over like cockroaches leaving their base camp.
In fact, the number of monsters that actually came to the fourth floor was very small compared to those below. Only a few very strong monsters continued to rush upwards, and the rest all chose the residents on the fourth floor as their target.
Wen Shi calmly walked forward a few steps, and when they all swarmed into the corridor, he raised his arms.
"One sword—"
The sword energy created the wind, which rolled up like a real huge wave, sweeping towards the monster in the corridor.
"Pingzhi!"
The system accurately controls the strength of the skill when it is released, otherwise, with one strike of the sword, all the walls and ceilings will fly away. It is obvious that the game is unwilling to destroy this building.
Monsters attacked by the ultimate move are not so lucky.
Some monsters had their heads chopped off, and most of the remaining monsters first felt a pain in their waists, and when they lowered their heads and saw the blood between their crotches, they were covered in trauma. Then a line of blood appeared on their necks, and their heads rolled down from their necks. For a while, the corridor was filled with the sound of heads rolling down. After the heads rolled on the ground like balls for more than ten seconds, the monsters were still conscious, unable to speak or close their eyes, and finally had to open their eyes wide to see their broken bodies from bottom to top. They began to gradually recognize reality in three stages.
He is useless, he is crying, he is dead!
damn it!
"!"
Wen Shi was silent.
Use one sword to level it, first level the hips, then level the head.
Sister, you have so many surprises in store that I don’t know about.
He did not remain silent for too long for these monsters. He pointed his sword at the peephole of Room 401 and said, "Get out of here by yourself, or do you want me to break in? I'll count to three. Three, two..."
The door opened.
The dormitory manager walked out with trembling legs.
Wen Shi relied on his previous power and kicked him. The dormitory manager did not dare to resist and held his stomach and cried out in pain.
Wen Shi's every move was full of the barbarity of a village bully. He picked up the electric baton on the ground and said, "Since you can't be the dormitory manager, I will take your place."
Stepping over the monster's corpses and ignoring the mess on the ground, Wen Shi swung the baton back and smashed it on the door next to him.
The skinny guy inside almost burst into tears.
These residents obviously saw what happened just now through the cat's eye. A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated! How could there be such cruel and merciless people in the world!
[Congratulations on completing the single-player side quest, your spiritual purity is 10
You have protected the safety of the fourth floor, this is a commendable deed!]
When Wen Shi was fighting the monster, his spiritual purity dropped to 91, but now it has risen again. He was a little worried that the game would erase the extra fraction, so he immediately checked the attribute panel:
[Purity of Mind: 101 (oooh, it’s overflowing)]
"… "
Since the game has recognized his contribution to all residents on the fourth floor, why should he be so reserved
"From today on, I'm the dormitory manager of the fourth floor. Do you have any objections?" Wen Shi was full of hostility, and his voice rose several degrees: "If you have any objections, open the door now!"
The electric baton made a 'bang bang' sound, and his hands were sore from hitting it. He then changed his approach and rubbed the electric baton against the wall, pretending to be a murderer.
The old ghost hid in the trash can in the corner. It turns out that the temptation of the beauty liquid can be resisted as long as you are scared enough. Wen Shi let go of the trembling old ghost when he used his ultimate move. At this moment, the latter picked up the trash lid with his almost bone-less hands and carefully closed the trash can lid.
"Can't see me, can't see me..." the old ghost prayed silently.
"Hint: Jian Haiyang, the resident of Room 401, was so scared that he hid in the trash can. Increase your fear by fifty."
"Hint: Li Nantian and Sun Cheng, the residents of Room 404, are frightened. They don't want to be unmanly. Their fear of you is increased by 100."
"Reminder: Zhao Ze from 406 is still crying. He really doesn't want to be castrated. His fear of you is increased by 100."
"Reminder, Resident 408..."
Amidst the announcements, a discordant reminder suddenly appeared:
"Warning, the resident of Room 401, Jian Qingrong, has a 20% favorable impression of you."
"Congratulations on receiving the unanimous approval of the users of the fourth floor and being promoted from an intern to a dormitory manager."
[Night shift dormitory supervisor at a large factory: You have an electric baton provided by the large factory, which is a great tool for fighting monsters!
Now you are just a dormitory manager on the fourth floor. The residents above do not take you seriously. You are weak, helpless and pitiful.
Dormitory management rights: With the consent of the residents, outsiders can be allowed to live in the dormitory.
Because the fear value is too high, all residents on this floor will do whatever you say.
Nighttime dormitory management duties: prevent fire, theft and thieves, and protect the safety of residents at night.
Please note that if you do not fulfill your obligations, your status as a dormitory manager will be replaced.]
Without having time to care about the identity of the dormitory manager, Wen Shi reviewed the prompt sound, and all his attention was focused on the previous one. He couldn't help but turn around. Jian Qingrong was standing at the other end. His cold white skin was stained with some blood that belonged to someone unknown. He seemed a little frightened and stood there motionless.
After a long while, Jian Qingrong seemed to come back to his senses and gave him a grateful smile.
"You're welcome." Wen Shi swallowed and forced a smile in return.
Frankly speaking, he himself was shocked by the effect of that sword. Everyone else was terrified, so why was Jian Qingrong the only one who was gaining favor
Also, why does this increase in favorability use a warning prompt
Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong deeply.
Bro, there's something wrong with you!
(End of this chapter)