Chapter 763 - 407: Get Out of Our Factory!

Chapter 763: Chapter 407: Get Out of Our Factory!

[...Reflecting back three days ago, when concocting the Thundering Bull Pill, I prepared ten portions of materials, opened the alchemy furnace atop Qingya Peak, the mountain breeze was refreshing, the sun bright, I was in a good mood, feeling great]

[The first batch of materials turned into a full furnace of black ash, regarded it as finding my rhythm, warming up the alchemy furnace]

Huh?

Bai Mo furrowed his brows.

Using a whole set of materials for the Thundering Bull Pill just to find rhythm, to warm the alchemy furnace?

So extravagant?

Could the stingy Marquis Qing Yue put up with this?

Wouldn’t he have the alchemist’s head plucked off?

[The second batch of materials, just as it was about to be ready, failed at the last moment, upon opening the cover, there was only a charred elixir pill]

Hmm?

Another wasted batch of materials?

This alchemist must be feeling pretty miserable too, right?

[The third batch of materials went into the furnace, after some concocting, reached seventy percent completion, and the alchemy furnace briefly went out of control, fortunately, I saved it back]

[When I opened the furnace, I found a bean-sized Thundering Bull Pill amidst the half-furnace of ash]

[Finally, the pill was complete]

Bai Mo had never seen the complete data on the Thundering Bull Pill.

But he knew some basic figures.

During the making of the Thundering Bull Pill, if eighty percent of the materials are utilized, you can get an elixir the size of a fist.

To end up with just a bean-sized piece, the yield was quite touching.

This alchemist must be quite frustrated as well, right?

[The fourth batch of materials turned into a furnace of ash]

[The fifth batch of materials turned into a furnace of ash]

[The sixth batch of materials turned into a furnace of ash]

Reading up to this point, Bai Mo compared the handwriting and suddenly furrowed his brows.

"Isn’t this the idiot using Celestial Jade to promote pill flesh?"

[The ninth furnace, still failed]

[The tenth furnace, still failed]

Ten sets of materials, and all that came out was a bean-sized piece?

The success rate is low enough.

The yield is also low enough.

Bai Mo smiled wryly, somewhat sympathetic to this unlucky alchemist.

[Only with ten batches of materials could I actually concoct one Thundering Bull Pill, I’m truly a genius! Hahahahaha!]

[This success rate, this yield, even in the Holy Land, it’s worth boasting about]

[Marquis rewarded me with a jar of medicinal wine, it’s really fragrant!]

[Now in the Pill Palace, I’m recognized as the second person in alchemy techniques following the Marquis, hahahahahaha]

Bai Mo wore a perplexed expression, reread the document, and confirmed he hadn’t misunderstood the context.

Ten batches of materials resulted in a bean-sized Thundering Bull Pill, and this Ancient Immortal seemed genuinely proud?

"Could it be... do I have some misunderstanding about the alchemical yield of the Ancient Immortals?"

He looked at the Snow Warm Pill and smirked.

"This thing, wasting only half the materials, is considered a fairly high yield?"

...

The dream’s day corresponds with the real world’s night.

This winter night, the temperature was icy, the cold wind howling.

But in the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory, the workshop remained brightly lit, with constant temperature and humidity.

Zhang Yupeng walked in from outside, "swish" closed the workshop’s sliding door, patted his belly, burped, his mouth full of the aroma of wontons, having just had a midnight snack in the canteen. He grinned, satisfied, and headed to his station.

Tonight, it was his turn to be on duty, watching the machines in the workshop all night.

Old Zhang and Old Chen, who were on duty with him, were still in the canteen eating.

He glanced up, seeing machines of various sizes, some lights blinking, some buzzing, others gently vibrating.

He went to his instrument monitoring room, sat down, took out his phone, and lit up the screen, intending to check the time.

Suddenly...

Click!

The entire workshop went dark.

In the blackness, only the light from the phone he’d just pulled out illuminated his face.

What happened?

This is a 24/7 production workshop, how could there be a power outage!

"Did the power system malfunction?"

He opened his contact list, looking for the contact number of the electrician on duty, and was about to dial when he suddenly heard laughter coming from afar in the spacious workshop.

Huh?

His hand shook, instinctively turning off the screen immediately.

Looking up, after a while, his eyes adjusted to the pitch darkness.

He saw several ghostly figures darting through the warehouse, moving like ghosts, emitting eerie "haha" and "hehe" laughter as they went!

His forehead was sweating.

"An enemy attack?"

His body trembled, his mind a chaotic whirl of thoughts, unable to decide what to do.

Should he shout for help?

Call the Immortal Committee?

Charge out and fight the enemies?

He secretly raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

No...

None of these will do...

Right!

There’s an Immortal Technique Committee member on duty in this workshop!

Today is Committee Member Zheng Yutian, Sequence Seven!

...

At the Immortal Committee’s alert center, rows of computers are lined up, and operators sit in front of them, wearing earphones, occasionally answering calls.

"Hello? Hi there? ... You suspect an immortal-related crime?"

"Please tell us your door number."

"Kid, don’t worry, stay silent, someone will come to save you soon."

Even though it’s already deep night, the place is still noisy.

In the corner of the hall, in the special monitoring room, a red light suddenly flashes, and an ear-piercing alarm goes off!

Beeeeep—

Beeeeep—

Beeeeep—

The on-duty officer, whose eyelids were struggling to stay open, is startled awake!

"Huh?"

He looks at the screen, eyes wide open.

"Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory? The power supply to the workshop is cut off? Signals are also jammed?"

This is big trouble!

The Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory has the highest security level in the entire West State!

He immediately operates the computer, urgently calling for backup!

...

At the entrance of the pharmaceutical factory’s warehouse.

Click!

"Hey, why’s the door locked? It really won’t open?"

Old Zhang pulls the door but can’t move it.

"Old Chen, come take a look..."

He turns his head only to see Old Chen in a daze, staring blankly at the workshop window.

Hmm?

Old Zhang also looks toward the window, seeing those windows are pitch-black.

The power in the workshop is out?

How is that possible?

The workshop... has been attacked?!

The two workers, their expressions panicked, immediately turn and flee, away from the workshop!

While running, both pull out their phones.

"Old Zhang, you call the factory manager, I’ll call the Immortal Committee!"

"Okay!"

...

What they don’t know is that on the back of this warehouse door, there’s a talisman pasted!

It’s this blood-colored talisman, gleaming, that locks the warehouse door tight!

What they also don’t know is inside the warehouse, ghostly shadows swiftly traverse, amidst strange laughter, pasting explosive talismans on each machine!

"Hee hee hee hee!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Is this the Snow Lotus Qi Boosting Soup factory?"

"Tonight, we’ll give you fireworks!"

"By the time the Immortal Committee arrives, they’ll only see shards everywhere, fire and smoke, hahaha!"

...

"Committee Member Zheng?"

"Where are you?"

"Fallen asleep?"

The duty room of Zheng Yutian is pitch-black.

Zhang Yupeng crawls in quietly, looking for him softly.

He feels the chair, feels the bed, and finally, tears flow out, collapsing onto the bed.

The chair is empty.

The bed is even more so!

The bed is even cold!

Committee Member Zheng Yutian, has been gone for a long time!

Why is he not here?

Where did he run off to?

The lights are out, signals are jammed, and ghost shadows fly chaotically outside, plotting destruction with laughter.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yupeng’s face is covered in tears.

Suddenly, he feels a bit scared!

If the Immortal Committee is slow, won’t this workshop be blown to pieces?

If the workshop is ruined, can this factory still exist?

If the factory doesn’t exist, will he ever have those canteen small wontons and spicy soup again?

If the factory doesn’t exist, what about his work uniform, his salary, and his benefits?

If the factory doesn’t exist, how will his prospects at the park’s dating corner change? Can he still marry a nice bride in the future?

The more he thinks about it, the more chaotic his heart becomes; the more he thinks, the more scared he gets, the more he thinks, the more tears flow, the more he feels a growing anger inside!

He reaches around the bed desperately!

There has to be equipment in this duty room, he remembers!

He bends forward, stretching out, and touches the cold, hard assault rifle hanging on the wall!

He also finds a headlamp!

He trembles as he puts on the headlamp, and with a "click," turns on the light.

Holding the gun, he stands up, rushes forward, and with a "bang," kicks open the duty room door, facing the ghost-shadowed workshop, tears streaming, shouting hoarsely with a crying voice!

"Get out of our factory!"