My Cell Prison-Chapter 1195 - 1194 Deep Into

"It’s really quite a coincidence,"

Owing to Zhang Xiliang’s special physique and the significance placed by the refinery on his practice of the "Detoxification Heart Sutra," his role was precisely that of a transporter, tasked with moving corpses that failed the refinery’s audit. His salary was about three times that of an ordinary employee.

At present,

Zhang Xiliang was pushing a flatbed cart loaded with more than fifty corpses towards the disposal area, which required him to pass through a hundred-meter-long disinfection channel.

Normally, he only needed to walk to the end, where he would then dump the corpses into the inclined chute.

This time,

Zhang Xiliang delayed in tipping the cart, staring down at the pitch-black area below. Even with his long-term exposure to toxic gases, he exhibited an extremely displeased expression.

He was well aware that a massive amount of discarded, decomposed corpses piled up beneath. The refinery, on average, dealt with them only once a month, and it was now the end of the month; the corpses were nearly spilling out from beneath.

What’s more, the corpses transported from the Ministry of Works had a very peculiar provenance; some were classified secrets... some possibly related to the creatures bound by chains.

Should any contaminant spread, even the bodies of zombies might struggle to withstand it.

Nevertheless, Zhang Xiliang still took out a Void Tentacle and gently placed it on the passage floor.

As the tentacle touched down, it acted as if establishing a "Void Marker"... Located outside in a building, Han Dong, using the marker for positioning, easily transferred himself here.

Thick miasma obscured the dumping chutes, but with his Demon Eye, Han Dong could still barely make out the situation below.

"Indeed, this is an excellent hiding place. If I’m not mistaken, Xiao Ji fled here around the end of the month, didn’t he?

A direct presentation of filth and stench, the zombies of the Ministry of Punishment naturally would disdain this place, and their search efforts are bound to be lackluster... Let’s head down."

"We’re going down just like this?! Many of the corpses down there are imperial secrets. If they’ve been fermenting for a long time it might lead to an epidemic outbreak... Are we really fine just going down like this?"

While Zhang Xiliang spoke,

An unguarded Han Dong had already jumped down.

Not recklessly, but because his Demon Eye had analyzed the situation below and deemed the level of danger within an acceptable limit.

"Ah, this..."

Biting his teeth, Zhang Xiliang followed suit and leaped down.

Sure enough... apart from a very few gases that were irritating to the body, everything else was still okay.

"Mr. Han, are you saying that ’Limb Blade’ Xiao Ji is hiding beneath these corpses?"

"Not at all, don’t they clean up the corpses here periodically?... Do you know how they do it?"

"They typically clear the corpses by packaging and transporting them. Have you seen the nozzle between the walls? At the end of the month, or when the corpses here pile up to a certain limit, a liquid will overflow from the nozzle.

This liquid will spread along the wall until it covers all walls.

Then they inject a coagulant to solidify the liquid entirely, constructing a packaging bag that encases all the corpses."

"Nozzles? So there are pipe structures within the walls?

Let’s split up and search, see if there’s an empty space near the nozzles..."

"Alright."

The two squeezed their way through the pile of corpses, inspecting every single wall.

Within ten minutes, a sound came through the crevices of the piled corpses.

"Mr. Han, over here! There really is an empty space in the wall! Could it be that Xiao Ji is indeed hiding inside?"

Han Dong quickly squeezed over, pressed his forehead against the surface of the hollow wall, and peered inside.

Indeed, a concealed pathway was hidden within... From the look of it, it seemed like someone had dug it out with their bare hands.

"It looks like my guess was right, but the passage is rather narrow... Our bodies probably wouldn’t fit through it."

Suddenly, Zhang Xiliang remembered something and said, "Right! There’s a rumor that Xiao Ji can freely manipulate his own bones, allowing him to pass through some tight spaces that ordinary people cannot."

"The Bone Shrinking Technique?"

"How do we get through?"

"The usual method, I will take you with me for a direct transfer... In the depths of the narrow passage, there should be a spacious area for Xiao Ji to rest. Before we proceed, let’s perform another modification on your body."

"Modification?"

Swoosh! Han Dong’s palm rested on Zhang Xiliang’s back, as a tentacle pierced directly into his heart... Such a puncture left Zhang Xiliang completely stiff, utterly immobile.

...Of course, it was not an ’injurious’ type of puncture, but more akin to an injection.

[Tentacle Enthusiast]

Hundreds of tentacles spread out, their number equivalent to the total count of corpses piled up here.

At the same time, the tip of each tentacle carried a gold-trimmed syringe... While extracting the cell essence to supply Han Dong’s main body for absorption, all of the ’highly toxic necro-element’ from these corpses was drawn out.

The efficiency of the syringes in extracting the necro-element even exceeded that of the most advanced equipment in Corpse Country by several percentage points.

There was no time for Zhang Xiliang to react.

The quintessence of necro-element from the ’discarded corpses’ was injected entirely into his heart.

The so-called ’discarded’ here did not mean that the corpses were of poor quality, but that they couldn’t be normally refined into "Corpse oil." In Han Dong’s eyes, for Zhang Xiliang, who practiced the "Detoxification Heart Sutra," this was a significant tonic... It even contained some who had been killed by monsters.

Instantaneously.

Zhang Xiliang’s body erupted with a green glow, showing signs of near disintegration.

"Hmm? Not bad at all! I thought that with such a massive injection of necro-element energy, the body would immediately collapse... I didn’t expect it could rely on the zombie’s inherent [Solid] nature to forcibly hold together.

This means that [Level Catalysis] is viable, as long as there is enough necro-element."

Indeed.

Han Dong had always been experimenting, deepening his understanding of the zombie species.

Since Zhang Xiliang held on,

Han Dong helped to dissipate the excess unwanted energy in his body and adjusted the flow of his necro-element, aiding in the absorption by his flesh.

Huff...

A breath that could corrode a metal wall, leaving a large hole, was exhaled from Zhang Xiliang’s mouth.

Having only recently broken through to become a Green Zombie, he was now feeling his ’empty’ body getting directly filled up; the green energy at the position of his Dantian became incredibly thick, even condensing into a liquid that circulated within... An indescribable sense of power filled his entire body.

"This! Mr. Han!"

"No need to thank me; the corpses stored here are just discarded ones, and I merely helped you make use of them.

You are the transporter here, after all; you should know how to fully utilize your authority."

Never had Zhang Xiliang imagined he could reach such a level. Although still not up to the Black Zombie, he was now more than ten times stronger than a few days ago.

"Let’s go, we shall capture some people."

"Alright!" Zhang Xiliang, his body covered in green patterns, was filled with renewed confidence and no longer harbored any fear.

Han Dong did this not merely for research and gifting but to create a strong figure... If they truly captured Xiao Ji and handed him over to the Ministry of Punishment, a powerful individual would need to stand out and show the Ministry of Punishment that it was this strong individual who caught the fugitive, and the strength had to be as equal as possible.

To avoid an investigation by the Ministry of Punishment.

A tentacle extended down the narrow, half-person-wide passage towards the interior.

After spanning about twenty meters, it finally reached a more spacious area.

[Void Transfer]

The two zombies arrived directly in an unknown carved space inside the refinery.

A small man knelt there, seated in a nearly folded position.

Covered in light black fur, his body was interspersed with bone blades growing from the flesh; he was looking upwards with his mouth wide open.

Drip, drip, drip...

Droplets from the refinery’s oil drums were seeping continuously into the zombies’ wide-open mouth.

Sensing the mix of foreign scents in the air, a pair of fierce and brutal eyes immediately stared over.