We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?.

Rising Sun Behemoth Factory.

In the etheric layer.

Qin Feng’s real self.

Located right here.

As Lu Yunsong's voice came into my mind:

"I'll come right now!"

The corner of his mouth.

Lift slightly.

Hooked.

Qin Feng was playing with a whole piece of Titan blood crystal in his hand. The luster was dull, and the tangled blood threads inside looked quite messy and turbid. It was exactly the whole crystal that Liu Shuaijie had dissected.

In the other hand.

Also weighing a piece.

This was something Qin Feng had just dissected out of the corpse of a six-winged boa constrictor with a little more care. It was still warm.

The reason why two whole pieces of Titan Blood Crystal were actually produced.

It’s because Qin Feng knew that Lu Yunsong was not so easy to fool.

He must truly sense the existence of another whole piece of Titan Blood Crystal before he can truly believe it and rush to it.

"We have Secretary Shen, the 'spiritual demon', as our helper."

"Plus all my methods."

"Combined with the domain, barrier, whispers of the ancient gods, and divine power... killing Lu Yunsong shouldn't be a problem."

"Now we just have to wait for him to jump into the pit."

Qin Feng was thinking about the details of the subsequent plans.

Strive for perfection.

No omissions.

"Ok?"

suddenly.

Qin Feng's eyes moved.

Gaze in a certain direction.

brow.

Wrinkled slightly.

"It seems that the remaining means of creating chaos arranged by Lu Yunsong are about to be implemented one by one. I wonder what they are?"

Although I guessed it through Secretary Shen and various details.

Qin Feng had a general understanding of Lu Yunsong's plans and actions.

but.

Specific details, policies, methods, etc.

He still couldn't guess.

Secretary Shen doesn't know either.

She only knew that Lu Yunsong had always had some special "friends", some from the upper city, some from the monster group, and some from other places.

These "friends" are specifically responsible for doing the dirty work for Lu Yunsong.

But the weird thing is.

Every time after doing the dirty work, these "friends" would mysteriously disappear. No one knew where they went, and no one knew who they were.

Even if it came from a group of monsters... Secretary Shen couldn't tell what kind of monster it was.

Anyway.

Very mysterious.

Limited to interests.

But she works efficiently and quickly, and there will be no disputes or arguments with Lu Yunsong. Her service is five-star.

Secretary Shen has always been curious about how Lu Yunsong made all these "friends".

When Qin Feng heard this.

Do not know why.

Six words strangely emerged in my mind - "Martial Arts Takeaway Service".

He had previously obtained five items from the warrior officer's military Pym secret box, but he didn't know how to use them. One of them was a mysterious old-fashioned rotary landline phone with the words "Martial Arts Takeaway Service" printed on it.

Qin Feng has been wondering what this so-called "martial arts takeaway service" is.

Now that I think about it...

Maybe those "friends" of Lu Yunsong.

Is it from this "martial arts takeaway service"?

"To subscribe to this service, your assets must reach more than 1 billion Yanxia coins..."

Qin Feng muttered inwardly.

Then he stopped thinking about it.

His heart moved.

A hidden figure walked out from behind him, causing ripples in space as it walked towards the material layer of the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory.

He planned to see for himself.

What are the mysteries and strangeness of Lu Yunsong's "friends"?

……

Rising Sun Behemoth Factory.

In the material layer.

Inside the autopsy workshop.

The workers are still working hard.

The sounds of coughing, knife sharpening, flesh being dismembered, transport tracks starting up... and so on, intertwined together, vaguely creating a different kind of rhythm.

Time is slowed down.

Everyone was immersed in the corpse of the six-winged anaconda tiger in front of them.

Hands up.

The knife fell.

The meat is open.

Liu Shuaijie's incident did not cause much stir among the workers.

After all, no matter how big the blood-red gem is, it has nothing to do with them. Time is very precious. Instead of envying others for how much bonus they have earned, they might as well seize the time to dissect the corpse of the giant beast in front of them.

maybe……

Incredible wealth.

In the next second?

"Xiao Wang, your cough seems to be getting worse. Do you want to take some medicine or go home and rest?"

As an old senior anatomist in the factory with nearly 30 years of experience in dissection, Zhang Hengming has trained a large number of apprentices.

Xiao Wang is working at the station next to him.

He was one of his disciples.

Although Xiao Wang has average talent.

But willing to endure hardship.

Diligence can make up for lack of talent.

Over the past ten years, his anatomical skills have almost reached the level of a senior anatomist, and he can be considered a mid-to-senior level anatomist.

I've earned quite a bit of bonuses these days.

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

"it's okay no problem……"

Xiao Wang coughed hard several times, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

Old Zhang vaguely saw some pieces of meat flying around, but he was old and couldn't tell for a moment whether they were pieces of meat from the dissected giant beast, or... pieces of meat coughed out from Xiao Wang's mouth.

After Xiao Wang finished coughing.

It seems much more comfortable.

He showed a simple smile:

"It's okay, Master. We're surrounded by the foul air of this giant beast every day, so isn't it normal to pick up a few germs? I've already taken medicine, so this is nothing."

talking.

He also scratched his scalp:

"Hiss... My head still seems a little itchy, like I'm about to get a sore..."

He scratched harder and harder.

The more you scratch, the harder you scratch!

puff!

Finally, it seemed like something was scratched off.

Throw the ball of something in your hand onto the ground.

The simple smile on Xiao Wang's face grew even more intense:

"Sure enough, I got a pollution sore."

"You all say that you shouldn't keep scratching these contamination sores and that you need to use drops. But, I think I just like the feeling of scratching them. It feels so good..."

talking.

He grabbed it again unconsciously.

Old Zhang opened his eyes wide and his pupils shrank as he looked at the "contaminated sore" that Xiao Wang had just left on the ground. His open mouth trembled for a moment.

that……

What is that contamination sore?

It was clearly a festering, rotten, and smelly skull!

Xiao Wang actually scratched his own head off?

Old Zhang looked up at Xiao Wang.

This look.

He suddenly stepped back and almost fell on the dissecting table.

Suddenly I saw...

The skull on Xiao Wang's head was crushed into pieces by him. The originally hard skull was like mud at this moment, and was crushed into muddy residue by him. His hands were full of smelly flesh and blood!

Simultaneously.

The brain inside Xiao Wang's head was also revealed.

But on top of this brain, tiny tentacles like wire worms grew out one after another, constantly spreading and wriggling, wrapping around Xiao Wang's fingers and sucking the broken flesh and blood.

Xiao Wang still had that simple and honest smile on his face:

"hiss……"

"Why does it itch more the more I scratch it..."

“It’s so itchy…”

“But it’s so cool too!”