Heavenly Dao Formula

One hammer, two hammers, three hammers...

It wasn't until Mrs. Callan fell stiffly that Goyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, I used to ask my subordinates to do this kind of thing, but I didn't expect to have to do it myself now. He shook his slightly numb right hand, knelt down and probed her nose to confirm that she was not breathing.

"Kangdang."

There was a sudden noise outside the window.

Gore's heart jumped up!

"Who!?" He held on to the cane, walked quickly to the window, opened the sash and looked out.

I saw a black figure rushing into the bushes in the distance, and disappeared after shaking for a while.

It turned out to be a wild cat, which frightened me.

Gore cursed secretly, returned to Mrs. Callan, and dragged her into the back of the cargo pile. It won't be too late for Philip to deal with the corpse after all the hired workers have been dealt with.

...

Under the corner of the wall outside the warehouse, Lars crouched motionless in the shadows, not even daring to take a breath.

Because he didn't want to go into the hut in the dark, he found a remote place to have a rest. After hearing the weird movement in the warehouse, he leaned over and took a look. He didn't expect to see such a terrifying scene.

Gore actually killed Mrs. Callan!

In a panic, he even stepped on a brick on tiptoe.

The moment he ran away, Lars regretted it.

Why didn't he yell out on the spot, or simply smash the glass in one go, and rush in to stop Goyle?

After going through the general strike, he thought that he was no longer afraid of those guys riding on the heads of hired workers to show off their power... Unexpectedly, when such a thing really happened, his body still subconsciously chose to avoid it.

After all, he couldn't be as courageous as Momola.

By the way...you have to tell Momora and Horn about this!

Gore's move is tantamount to trampling on the agreement reached between the factory and the employees, and he should pay the blood price for it!

After confirming that Gore left the window, Russ ran towards the factory with his waist down - the people in the handling team had just finished their shifts, and they were basically near the storage yard. If they were called to block the warehouse, it might make Gore Imbued on the spot!

However, when he came to the yard area, Lars saw people moving in twos and threes outside the factory area, and the commander was Horn.

The latter stood on the high-built cargo boxes and shouted to the hired workers, "Everyone, hurry up and set off with Momola. The cargo ship is waiting for you at the pier. The extra compensation offered by the factory this time is not low. Let's not be at a disadvantage, lest the people in charge be talkative!"

"okay!"

One more job equals one more income, and the workers were very excited, almost scrambling to get on the horse-drawn carts that came to pick them up.

Is there a new cargo ship arriving at the port? At this time?

Lars' heart sank.

No, everyone can't go there, otherwise it will be time for Goyle to eliminate the evidence.

It's meaningless to recruit workers at such a time, you have to let a very prestigious horn speak. Russ bypassed the outer wall of the factory building and ran towards the cargo box quickly, trying to tell the horns to stop shouting, but halfway through, he felt that the blood in his body was frozen.

There was a black stain on the back of the horned trousers, extending from the thigh to the ankle.

If it is machine oil, it shouldn't flow so evenly.

And with the help of the fire in the distance, he could vaguely see a bit of dark red.

The horn is... injured?

If the traces soaking through the trouser legs were blood stains, how big would the wound be? Even if it is an iron man, it is impossible to command everyone to work calmly under such an injury, right? Lars couldn't hear anything unusual in the horn's yelling over and over again, and even the ups and downs of his tone were basically the same.

This detail made his hairs stand on end.

Now that I think about it, the position of the horn station is also quite strange, not only away from the crowd in the yard, but also avoiding the gate of the factory building. If he hadn't happened to come over from the warehouse, he wouldn't have noticed this strangeness behind the other party.

When he used to organize everyone to carry, would he stand on a high place and shout?

No... that's what stewards and overseers do.

Lars felt an indescribable terror.

It's only been a day, and it seems that earth-shaking changes have taken place in Baiguoyuan. What's even more creepy is that he seems to be the only one in the entire factory area to realize that something is wrong!

Mrs. Callan was knocked down in the warehouse, and her horns seemed to have turned into another person. Momola led the team to the port, but he didn't know who to turn to for help.

Take a gamble and run into the crowd yelling "What's wrong with horns?"

What should I do if I am beaten up?

No, it's not just in case...but it must be so—a flash of lightning flashed in Lars' heart, the horn couldn't have become like this for no reason, and Goyle didn't suddenly attack Mrs. Callan out of resentment. All of this is Baiguoyuan's conspiracy, their premeditated counterattack! The first target of the enemy was the founder of the Relief Society, the organizer of the general strike.

Thinking of this, he just felt like falling into an ice cave.

Without the leader, who else can stand up and save the situation?

In desperation, the figure of a half-beast suddenly appeared in Lars' mind.

Although she rarely showed up, she left a deep impression on everyone. Although she is a half-beast, she has an aura that is not inferior to anyone.

It was precisely because of the truckloads of sweet bread she brought in that the general strike had the capital to persist to the end.

And the power behind her is the ambassador from the Eastern Kingdom.

Lars felt his cold hands and feet regain some heat in an instant. He slowly controlled his pace, retreated into the shadows a little bit, and then turned around and ran towards the south.

He is going to the embassy area and tell the ambassador what happened in the factory!

That may be the only way to save everyone!

...

In the basement of the sanatorium, the cyan mist was trickling down the ice cap, filling every corner of the laboratory little by little.

The area closed by the Thousand Words spell became the only safe area in the room.

Seeing that the dead fog couldn't penetrate the ice cap, Xia Fan and Li couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The living dead really have a unique ability to protect alchemists.

But the situation at this moment is still not optimistic - this safe zone is less than nine feet in length, and the air it can hold is quite limited. If they are trapped here, they will not be able to find an escape route for a long time, and suffocation and coma are no different from death .

Xia Fan immediately extinguished the candles in the ice cap to reduce the loss of oxygen.

"Why is the dead mist suddenly sprayed out from the ceiling?" Li puzzled, "We didn't touch any signs just now?"

"Could it be that Du Lin expected us to come?" Qianyan's cold expression also showed a trace of solemnity, "Or did the two who were fascinated before wake up early?"

"I don't think these two possibilities are high." Xia Fan thought about it calmly, "Du Lin is just an ordinary person, and the probability of a wild cat that has been exposed through covert actions is basically negligible. As for the effective time of the drug , at least three hours to start, even those who are sensitive to this cannot be spared. I prefer that the mechanism is not triggered by specific people, but automatically runs according to time."

"According to...time?"

"That's right, this is a defense mechanism that automatically kills and inactivates. Its only purpose is to regularly kill moving objects in the laboratory." Xia Fan said slowly, "Not only humans... but also evil spirits."

I was sweating all over, and my body temperature returned to normal. My wife said it was an air conditioner. - Stuck in the room for too long. Take a breath, I should be able to double update tomorrow