It really was quite a coincidence.
Because of Zhang Xiliang's special physique, coupled with the Oil Refinery's interest in the Poison Transformation Heart Sutra he cultivated, his position happened to be that of a porter, specifically responsible for transporting corpses that failed the refining inspection. His pay was roughly three times that of ordinary employees.
At present,
Zhang Xiliang was pushing a flatbed cart loaded with more than fifty corpses toward the disposal area. On the way, he had to pass through a hundred-meter-long disinfection corridor.
Normally, he only needed to walk to the end and dump the corpses from the cart into the slanted opening.
This time,
Zhang Xiliang made no move to tip the cart over. Staring down into the pitch-black depths, even someone like him, who had inhaled Poison Gas for a long time, wore an awful expression.
He knew full well that a vast number of discarded rotten corpses had accumulated below. The Oil Refinery only cleared them out once a month on average, and it was now the end of the month. The corpses below were nearly piled to the brim.
More importantly, the corpses transported from the Ministry of Works had highly unusual origins. Some were even confidential... some might be connected to the monsters beneath the chains.
If some infectious substance spread, even a zombie's body might not withstand it.
Still, Zhang Xiliang took out a Void Tentacle and gently laid it in the corridor.
The moment the tentacle touched the ground, it was as though a Void Beacon had been established... Han Dong, who was in a building on the outskirts, used the beacon's location to easily teleport over.
The thick miasma obscured the dumping chute, but Han Dong could still barely make out the situation below with his demon eye.
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