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The roar of the machine echoed in the workshop, and the strong smell of blood and disinfectant filled the air.
Wearing a black cloak, Dui walked out of the skeleton storage room, turned around, closed the iron door, and skillfully inserted the bolt.
It was now past ten o'clock, and it was already pitch black outside the factory.
Ah-Dai took out a sixth-grade Chinese textbook from the lining of his cloak and recited it silently, illuminated by the faint soul flame in his eyes.
Working in a slaughterhouse is a boring and tedious job, with repetitive actions fixed every once in a while, absorbing the soul flames transported from the factory to all the intact skeletons in this room.
The soul flame is not the soul, it is two different things from the soul.
If we really want to make an analogy, the soul flame is the remains of the soul.
After a long time, Ah-Dai became a little bored. He was about to supervise Xiaohua in learning Chinese characters, so Ah-Dai simply asked Gao Peng to buy him a set of Chinese character self-study tutorials. He would read this to pass the time every day when he had nothing to do.
Absorbing a large amount of soul flames made Ah-Dai's soul become extremely powerful, and he was no weaker than others in terms of memory and thinking ability.
The low-level monster's IQ is close to that of a beast, and they only have ignorant instincts. As the monster level and quality continue to improve, the monster's intelligence will gradually increase.
By the time they reach the lord level, their IQ is basically no weaker than that of normal humans, but they just lack some necessary common sense and experience in life.
Dui accidentally learned an idiom some time ago, and he taught it through words and deeds.
Therefore, it feels that learning this kind of thing cannot only rely on Xiaohua's own efforts, but also requires it as a father to set an example.
After a while, he walked outside the villa, put the textbook back into his pocket, and Ah-Dai strode out, his movements a little brisk, because he was very happy at the moment.
The owner has promised to configure the evolution potion for Xiaohua to continue evolving.
Red water apes are naturally good. Ah-Dai was once a red water ape, so he would not be prejudiced against red water apes. However, after all, red water apes do not have an advantage in longevity, which is what Ah-Dai has always been worried about. of.
It has a long lifespan, and as an undead monster, there is no doubt about it.
It does not hope that one day the white-haired ape will give away the red-haired ape. If it wants to fundamentally solve this problem, it needs to improve the quality of the little flower. If Joke can be promoted to the leader level or even the lord level, then it will no longer need to worry about this.
He didn't know whether Xiaohua had used the medicine or not, but Ah-Dai was a little worried in his heart and quickened his pace.
"Dumb." Someone called him from behind.
Duan turned his neck 180 degrees and saw Gao Peng waving to him from a path behind him.
"Owner."
Dumb strode towards Gao Peng.
"Don't worry, I've prepared Xiaohua's promotion potion, but now I have one thing I need you to do."
Dui nodded firmly, "Master, please tell me."
"There are two undead souls that need you to resuscitate." Gao Peng smiled mysteriously.
Duan nodded and followed Gao Peng towards the woods without asking any further questions.
Passing through the woods, there is a spacious open space surrounded by dense vegetation that blocks the view.
Under the dim moonlight, two skeletons, one large and one small, lay quietly in the open space.
The larger skeleton was more than ten meters long. The bones were as slender as thorns, the leg bones were extremely strong, and there was a pair of huge bone wings hanging down from both sides. The only shocking thing was the tailbone on the back. What should have been a dense fan-shaped bone tail is now full of pits and pits. It has been tragically broken into two pieces in several places, with cracks penetrating the bones.
Not far from this large skeleton is a much smaller skeleton, about four meters long, with thick bones, especially the long and thick arm bones like two battering rams, with a pair of short and thick bone spurs on the back. Tuck in.
Even though they were dead, these two skeletons still exuded a powerful aura, and their bones as white as jade sparkled in the moonlight.
Dumb was silent, and did not ask where the two skeletons came from. He just raised his right hand, and a thick ball of soul fire spurted out from the palm of his hand, and the huge soul flame swept across all directions.
After spinning around the larger skeleton for a long time with no response, Ah-Dai slowly shook his head. He was not capable enough now to transform this skeleton.
Ah-Dai is still one level short of it. It is only level 43, and this wooden peacock was level 44 when he was alive. Ah-Dai can only transform corpses whose level is not higher than it.
However, the level 42 winged thunder ape Ah-Dai can be transformed by Ah-Dai. The white undead flames penetrated through the gaps between the bones like running water, and finally wrapped the winged thunder ape.
The soul flame hidden inside the Winged Thunder Ape's skeleton and head was drawn out and then completely engulfed by Dumb's undead flames.
Low and murmuring sounds echoed in Ah-Dai's ears, and at the same time, memory fragments flashed through the depths of Ah-Dai's eyes like phantoms.
Dumb was indifferent, he had seen this kind of thing too many times, and there would be these "residues" in every absorbed soul flame.
For Dumb, these things are just residue and cannot be absorbed in large quantities, because they are memory fragments left in the skeleton, which contain memory fragments of other monsters. If too much is absorbed, it may cause mental disorder.
Dumb was like a precise and cold doctor operating a scalpel to accurately cut off the diseased carrion.
Pieces of memory fragments were picked out and thrown out.
These memory fragments that should not have a solid form melt instantly like snow thrown into a stove the moment they come into contact with the air. When the broken memory fragments melt in the air, they emit clouds of hazy brilliance, like transparent foam. It is originally transparent, but it becomes colorful under the sunlight.
Under the silver moonlight, the broken memory fragments slowly expanded, like ink dripping into the lake, gradually pulling and twisting.
The brown-furred little monkey staggered around in the cage, its head crawling out of the gap in the cage and curiously staring at the strange thing with two legs in front of it.
The leaves rustled in my ears, and the sunlight was cut into tiny pieces of gold by the leaves and sprinkled on the ground. The slightly larger monkey jumped on it curiously, and the hearty laughter of the keeper could be heard in the distance.
When the disaster came, the surrounding animals roared in fright and anger. The keeper walked through the garden holding a bunch of keys, opening the iron locks one after another, "Go! Go! Go quickly!"
The monkey mountain was opened, and all the monkeys were eager to escape. Only it stared curiously at the man who came to feed them every day, disturbed his head, thought for a while, and climbed on the man's shoulder. Hugging his neck, seeing him turn his head in surprise, the monkey chuckled mischievously.
The memory ends abruptly here.
This is the most profound memory of the Winged Thunder Ape.
Even if it has died, this is the most important thing engraved in its body.
Gao Peng sighed and closed his eyes. 8)