Dungeon

Dungeon

A flying ship descended from the sky and stopped at the slaughterhouse entrance.

The ship opened, and three figures stepped out.

They were the cooks from the Twenty-Third Preparatory Camp, Old Zhang Tou, Uncle Lu, and Zhang Xiaoyun.

"This is the place, Zhang Xiaoyun. You'll have to work here for five full days before you can come back," Uncle Lu said.

Old Zhang Tou and Uncle Lu covered their noses and frowned at the slaughterhouse.

The air was thick with the stench of blood. Even Spiritual Power couldn't keep it out, and it was truly unpleasant.

Besides, in a place where so many monsters had died, the Five Elements Spiritual Energy gradually grew chaotic and turbulent. Cultivators accustomed to communing with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth found it deeply unsettling.

"Xiaoyun, are you sure you're all right?" Old Zhang Tou asked worriedly.

Gu Qingshan was about to speak when a harrowing scream suddenly rang out from deep inside the slaughterhouse.

Boom!

A cloud of blood mist billowed into the air, followed by a flurry of panicked voices.

"You didn't cut deep enough. It's still alive!"

"What do we do now? It's thrashing all over the place—I can barely hold it down!"

"Chop again! Harder! Don't stop!"

"Ah—it bit me!"

"What! You got bitten? Quick! Law Enforcement Cultivators, get over here! Someone's been bitten!"

Streaks of light flew toward that area.

Then another cloud of blood mist erupted, staining the entire surrounding area scarlet.

A cold voice rang out:

"Leave the monster's corpse. Carry the human corpse away."

"Get back to work."

The voice fell silent.

The slaughterhouse grew quiet again.

But the stench of blood in the air seemed to have grown even heavier.

Standing outside the slaughterhouse, Uncle Lu couldn't help edging backward. He seemed to