Chapter 840 - 445: What’s Up With This Woman?

Chapter 840: Chapter 445: What’s Up With This Woman?

Whew...

Heavy snow was falling outside the window.

Inside the window was a filthy room, with irregular black-red blood stains on the floor.

A shirtless big black Fatty was crouching on the floor like a mountain of flesh, pawing at a small bucket in front of him.

This was the boss of the Dark World, the King of Darkness.

Splish splash...

The bucket he was pawing at contained small red-and-white meat lumps soaked in black-red blood water, making sloshing sounds as his fat hands stirred them around.

"Oh, this one is pretty good."

"This one is also nice."

He picked up a small meat lump and scrutinized it for a moment.

He picked up a second one and looked at it for a while.

All of these meat lumps were... human tonsils!

Not diseased tonsils removed due to illness.

But rather fresh and healthy tonsils.

Squeak...

The door behind him opened.

A secretary, dressed in a suit, walked in.

"Boss, we couldn’t keep the rhythm going.

"That rhythm is tough to maintain.

"We had it going at first, even that fool Zheng Yu from the Immortal Committee came and followed our lead.

"However, the posts about Bai Mo are getting deleted too quickly.

"It seems like we’re under surveillance. If there’s anything slightly amiss, it gets deleted right away.

"Luckily, our people have bought some secondary accounts, otherwise we’d have been caught."

The King of Darkness sighed, stood up, and shook off the bloodstains on his hands.

"Damn, why are there so many shitty problems?

"Everything was going fine, and now they’re implementing drone patrol surveillance?

"If they actually rolled out drone surveillance everywhere, how the hell would our Dark World do business?

"Those bastards, they want to shine brightly themselves and never thought of leaving a dark place for the gutter rats?"

He glanced at the bucket full of tonsils soaking in blood water.

These were materials he needed for his cultivation.

Members of Sequence Nine from his Dark World scurried like rats into cities and towns to grab them for him, one by one.

If those damned drones were really pervasive and spread all over, how could his Dark World survive?

The tonsils he needs today, and the various materials he needs tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that, where the hell would he get them?

He shook his triangular neck and squeezed out a vicious statement through his teeth.

"Damn it!"

...

Whew...

The fierce wind on Fox Mountain was as usual, sweeping yellow sand and dust while howling.

In the pit, excavators were still working, digging further and uncovering more facilities and equipment.

Bai Mo, carrying a laptop, wandered around the area that had been excavated, checking here and there.

"Oh, this, I recorded yesterday."

Today, he was smart enough not to wear a down jacket but switched to a newly bought three-in-one jacket, impervious to wind and sand!

On his feet were tall boots, to prevent getting dirty from the soil.

He stepped carefully and walked over to a spiral copper pipe, examining the text marked on the pipe and engraved arrows.

"Oh? This..."

He opened his tablet.

The little apprentice Black Bracelet behind him promptly opened a folding chair for the master to sit.

"Eek eek eek!"

It then jumped into the master’s arms, using its head to prop up the tablet with a face full of happiness, leaning against the master.

"Awo awo awo!"

Bai Mo, smiling, rubbed its belly and glanced at the tablet screen, seeing a large diagram already being drafted!

This was his attempt to explore the crafting process of the Elixir Skin Workshop.

The chart simply sketched various pieces of equipment, marked with names and functions, etc.

Most of the chart was still blank, yet to be filled.

"This copper pipe’s name is... Coiled Dragon Tube?"

He examined the inscriptions on the pipe, found a spot on his process diagram, zoomed in, and deftly sketched, noting down the name, function, input, output, and other characteristics.

He watched, learned, and recorded.

"This pipeline is specifically for processing microalgae like Immortal Grass... Black Gold Microalgae, Fish Scale Algae, Globular Bubble Algae... Well, the herbs are all quite basic and straightforward!"

Bai Mo recorded, grinning wide.

Marquis left this workshop, and indeed, the herb requirements weren’t high!

So far, the vast majority of required herbs were commonplace, and there were hardly any strange or rare items—the medicine fields on Fox Mountain can mostly provide what’s needed!

"Just perfect for Fox Mountain, huh."

But apart from happiness, there was a sense of oddity.

"Isn’t that too much of a coincidence?"

...

The morning quickly passed, and lunchtime arrived.

The dining hall came alive once more.

Around the little stone tables, foxes gathered for their meal.

Today’s lunch was blueberry yam puree mixed with honey beans, and the foxes were either happily devouring it or holding small spoons, licking their lips, busy boasting with their fellow foxes.

"Eek eek eek, awo awo eek eek!"

Night Cat’s Eye sat between White Gloves and Black Gloves and was bragging about its experience as the "Rotating General Manager Little Fox" in the real world.

"Eek eek eek, awo awo eek eek..."

Yesterday, it boasted to White Ears, Black Ears, Xiao Erlang, Little Golden Cuff, and other fox siblings, and today it decided to boast to a few more!

"Eek eek, awo awo awo, eek eek..."

It gestured with excitement, smiling entirely, narrating how it uncovered counterfeit frost melon and helped the Fox Mountain pharmaceutical factory protect the supply chain’s safety!

In the corner of the grand hall, not far away, Bai Mo sat on a dining chair, eating blueberry yam puree bite by bite, while also looking at the copper plates excavated this morning.

He examined some production processes and norms before flipping to another incomplete copper plate, recognizing familiar handwriting.