Chapter 28: Contamination?
Sure enough, as they kept getting closer, that twisted and uneasy feeling intensified.
It wasn’t some abyssal aura, but an abnormal dimensional fluctuation.
And in the direction of the vast trash processing plant, the dimensional mirage’s scenes became even more stable, with some mirage illusions even persisting continuously.
Along the way, corpses ravaged by abyssal monsters and insectoid monsters lay one after another, their faces still bearing the terror and despair from before death.
White Impermanence waved the soul summoning banner along the way, and with Black Impermanence’s cooperation, guided the transcendence of these lost souls who had died miserably.
Perhaps because of fulfilling their duties, Black and White Impermanence’s painted spirit levels were also slowly improving.
Just as Wu Xian gaining wealth could increase the God of Wealth’s painted spirit level experience, Black and White Impermanence guiding and transcending lost souls could likewise increase painted spirit level experience.
“What strong mental power fluctuation!”
Vaguely sensing a familiar mental power fluctuation from the trash processing plant.
If there were no surprises, it should be that poisonous underworld woman from before.
This made Wu Xian a bit hesitant about whether to go check it out; if that woman noticed them, it would be trouble, after all, Black and White Impermanence were exactly her favorite type.
Unless he put away Black and White Impermanence and used the God of Wealth to go in and check it out.
“Forget it, better not to go over there.”
As the saying goes: curiosity equals courting death, and without curiosity, you won’t die.
Moreover, with that underworld woman there, she could definitely hold down the situation at the trash processing plant.
And so, he turned instead to scavenging a bit of soup near the trash processing plant.
The key was, to him, this soup was already quite delicious, and he could occasionally encounter one or two elite monsters that looked appetizing, though the weird dimensional mirages around were a bit annoying.
For instance right now, he was under the foot of a gigantic abyssal monster.
That abyssal monster was over ten meters tall, hunched over, leaning on a bone staff, its tattered clothing like melting ice cream, constantly dripping black-gray viscous liquid.
A basin-sized glob of viscous liquid dropped beside Wu Xian, splattering into a large swarm of maggots.
He knew full well it was an illusory mirage, but it still disgusted Wu Xian plenty.
It was just that Wu Xian had a good mentality; back when “fishing” in the abyssal realm, he had tempered considerable courage.
If it were an ordinary person, how could they endure such terrifying scenes?
A miserable screech came from not far away.
A woman hiding in a corner had her mind completely collapse, bursting with astonishing abyssal aura from her body, transforming into a ragged, barely clothed female abyssal monster.
“What strong aura!” Wu Xian was startled inwardly, “At least a Tier 2 elite-grade abyssal monster!”
But then the ghost seemed to smell something, charging madly at Wu Xian, her ferocious and terrifying face revealing an extreme greed.
“No, this is probably another commander-level large monster!”
Feeling the ghost’s fierce and terrifying aura, Wu Xian was secretly alarmed.
The Chicken King let out a crow, briefly stunning the ghost, and Black and White Impermanence beside him immediately struck, the soul summoning banner suppressing her, the soul restraining chain wrapping her tightly.
Yet even so, they still couldn’t fully suppress this fierce ghost.
The ghost struggled maniacally, making the soul restraining chain emit bursts of overloaded ghostly light, dragging the soul restraining chain hard as she clawed toward Wu Xian.
“I say, ghost sister, have I ever offended you or what?”
Wu Xian was baffled; the God of Wealth emerged beside him, sending her a few bolts of lightning magic to sober her up.
Boom boom boom…
Bolts of thunder struck, plus the soul restraining chain’s “soul devouring” effect, and the ghost quickly withered.
Worth noting was that after the God of Wealth appeared, the ghost immediately turned her aggression toward the God of Wealth, as if she wanted to devour him whole.
“Coming for the money?” Wu Xian’s expression was odd, “Poor ghost~!”
He tried having the God of Wealth split off a wisp of aura of wealth and toss it to the ghost.
Sure enough, the originally ferocious and mad ghost actually calmed down, greedily sniffing at that wisp of aura of wealth.
In the end, amid this greedy sniffing, she “peacefully passed on,” her abyssal fluctuations gone, transforming into a satisfied yin soul, which Wu Xian collected.
He put away the God of Wealth and continued farming wilds near the trash processing plant.
Soon he raised Black and White Impermanence to two-star painted spirits, with a clear boost in combat power.
Even the Chicken King, through slaughtering insectoid monsters along the way, was promoted to two and a half stars.
“It’s strange, why are there only dimensional mirages from the abyssal realm and the insectoid world? What about the mechanical wasteland?”
He happened to be researching mechanical scroll paintings lately; if he could get some mechanical mirage monster materials, it should help his follow-up research.
Unfortunately, this dimensional mirage seemed to be just a party for the two other dimensions of the abyssal realm and insectoid world.
What? Did the mechanical wasteland dimension take a day off?
It was one thing for the mechanical scroll paintings to be lackluster, but you【mechanical wasteland】dimension are this unreliable too?
Amid the griping, he suddenly recalled the scene from before, when leaving the mechanical instance, of the high-level instances side surrounded layer upon layer by the military.
“Could it be related to the military’s actions back then?”
Though he didn’t know the principle behind dimensional mirages forming, the high-level officials in Yaoyang City had likely foreseen the dimensional mirage’s arrival ahead of time, but only resolved the trouble on the mechanical wasteland side.
As he was pondering, three familiar figures ahead were rapidly charging toward the trash processing plant.
After spotting Wu Xian, they started heading this way.
Wu Xian quietly turned to slip away.
“Brother ahead, please hold up,” Du Yifan called out righteously, “With disaster at hand, we spirit tamers should unite to defend our home together!”
“…”
Wu Xian hesitated and stopped.
Though he wasn’t happy with Yaoyang City’s high-level officials, these three young officers were at least sincerely helping the shantytown residents.
“It’s you?”
Du Yifan and the other two looked a bit disheveled now, but their eyes still shone with firm fighting spirit and conviction.
“Brother Du knows this little brother?” The other two were surprised, “Good grief, so young and already holding three axis scroll paintings, not simple~!”
“Two~two,” Wu Xian said with a laugh by way of explanation, “These two painted spirits are from one scroll painting.”
“That’s still impressive.”
The two nodded in understanding, their eyes full of admiration and approval.
Du Yifan briefly explained to them how he knew Wu Xian.
“Don’t mess around~ Which trash picker has two axis scroll paintings?” The slightly stout young man said grumpily, “Though they don’t look like fancy scroll paintings, they’re not something ordinary people can afford.”
“Exactly, by that logic, why bother dedicating our youth? We could just go picking up trash.” The thin young man teased.
“…” Du Yifan was amused but helpless, and with the situation at hand, he had no time to quibble with them, “The dimensional fluctuation here is so severe; little brother coming here rashly is too reckless.”
Wu Xian gave a simple-minded smile and took the chance to probe, “Strange, why is the dimensional fluctuation here so severe?”
“Because of the serious pollution,” the slightly stout young man said without thinking, “The higher-ups probably anticipated this, so they sealed off the shantytown right away to prevent the disaster from spreading.”
“Pollution?” Wu Xian was puzzled, “What pollution?”
“It’s a bit complicated to explain,” the slightly stout young man scratched his head, “Well, we’re not experts on the details anyway; in short, dimensional fluctuation chaos is more likely to happen in the shantytown.”
Du Yifan and the other clearly didn’t know the reasons either.
Wu Xian frowned, completely baffled.
Pollution? Environmental pollution?
Could environmental pollution cause dimensional fluctuation chaos?
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Chase read this book every day, and the God of Wealth will bless you~!
