Chapter 228

It is a home that is always sunny like the polar day. Underneath it is a storage room that Rong Zhou rarely sets foot in, storing the dirty energy absorbed from the outside world.

Those energies formed large and small energy balls on the ground and on the walls. The dark purple color looked like a diseased heart. Various irregular energy pipes were connected, and the energy flow followed the wriggling.

There are more of these things than before, and it is almost impossible to step. Lu Daju was born here, just like now, on the huge tumor in the middle, Lu Daju's handsome black face is lowered, and his long fiery red hair is no longer bound and hangs down from one side, falling in front of his heaving chest.

Then, veins like leeches penetrated the body, connecting the unconscious man to the huge tumor behind him. The purple-red energy tubes grew from thin to thick, from few to many, swallowing up Lu Daju's lower body and covering it up.

It expanded and contracted along with Lu Daju's beating heartbeat, transforming the foul energy that Lu Daju absorbed into his body.

Rong Zhou stood below and watched expressionlessly. Whether Lu Daju existed or not was just a thought away. That was the anger, impulse, and all the emotions that could lead to extreme behavior that he had cut out.

That's why he can stay so quietly in this small cage. Faced with his apprentice who chose to leave, his daughter who was left in another world, and his son who is now nowhere to be found, he can deal with them calmly and think about his choices.

He could calmly watch Lu Daju's anxiety and anger. He could sense Lu Daju's emotions but they could not affect him.

Rong Zhou understood Lu Daju's every move, including his sympathy for the weak and his anger towards the invaders. Rong Zhou was willing to let Lu Daju do it, on the precondition that it would not affect his ultimate goal.

And now... Rong Zhou was considering whether to cancel this clone. He was furious and lost his mind. His body formed by negative energy was polluted by the filthy energy from the outside world. He was simply hopelessly stupid.

This time it was within his perception range, so he asked the butler to bring him back. Next time if this happened outside the range, he didn't believe that a person who had lost his mind could come back on his own.

It’s better than…

Rong Zhou looked at the hung Lu Daju with an expressionless face. His mind was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the trembling of Lu Daju's closed eyelashes.

Just as Rong Zhou can sense Lu Daju's thoughts, Lu Daju can also know Rong Zhou's thoughts. They are two sides of the same person, so how can they be separated so clearly?

Those who can destroy a half-exploded gas stove and seal it again under high pressure are great people, but have you ever asked the half-exploded gas stove?

Lu Daju is the gas stove that is half-exploded. Why doesn't he just blow himself to pieces and be pulled back from the edge of violence? Should we thank him? There is no need at all. Stop meddling in other people's business and take it for granted. There is no need.

The rebellious nature in Rong Zhou was instilled in Lu Daju since birth. Rong Zhou could naturally imprison himself in the house, ignoring the world and having only one goal: to go back.

Lu Daju can't do that. He will wander anywhere and not going home is his normal state. He will feel suffocated by any form of restraint. Even now, Rong Zhou is helping him remove impurities from his body, but he can't stand being restrained here like this, unable to move even a finger.

The moment he regained consciousness, he hid himself immediately. He only had one chance and he couldn't let Rong Zhou notice him.

Lu Daju used all his cleverness on Rong Zhou.

Rong Zhou felt that he was confused by the impact of negative energy. He was hanging there half-dead, so what kind of trouble could he cause? He relaxed and thought about other things.

I didn't notice that guy was actually awake.

The sound of footsteps interrupted Rong Zhou's thoughts, and he turned to look at the only entrance here.

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Butler Wen Zhezhi, who has suddenly had a lot more work to do recently, has stopped slacking off and even only returns to the house once a day, which is when he reports on his work every day.

After saying hello to the furry little bear and deer who were cleaning, planting flowers and watering the yard, Wen Zhezhi approached the basement, which could be called a restricted area, with a nervous mood.

No one except the owner would enter that place. Now she was the third person to enter there, but she didn't feel honored at all. Just when she got close, she felt an invisible repulsion and psychological disgust, and she didn't want to enter the basement at all.

But there is no way now. Ever since Master Lu was escorted back, the master has never left the basement. Whenever there is something, he has to send people in if he gets an order.

The furry deer and the little bear are still young, so this difficult task can only be carried out by Wen Zhezhi, the eldest sister.

Ultimately, Wen Zhezhi is too naive. If she were to watch Douyin, she would have a lot in common with an older sister named Wang Ma.

'The master was so engrossed in his cosplay that he made me, a small employee, suffer as a result.

It would be fine if I just suffered, but I was full of dissatisfaction with Mr. Lu's self-willed decision-making, and then he asked me to hire refugees from outside and build a villa in the mountains.

We know the master's abilities. He can create pavilions and towers with just a wave of his hand. It's all because Mr. Lu couldn't bear it.

The master felt sorry for Master Lu's kindness and just moved his mouth. Wen Zhezhi went directly from being a housekeeper to an executive director, CEO, and secretary, and his workload increased sharply.

Is this considered self-realization of the omnic? !'

In the depressing underground space, Wen Zhezhi lowered his head while making a report, not daring to look up at those horrible tumors, and the even more oppressive owner standing under those tumors.

"The number of employees is limited to 365, including 96 women and 32 children under the age of 14. The project progress is..., daily consumption..., the number of disruptive individuals... will be expelled, and those who are too weak will be assigned the lightest work and the lowest food standards."

Wen Zhezhi reported one item at a time, and the densely packed folder was full of the hardships of the workers.

Everything was going according to Rong Zhou's arrangements: "What about those ladies? Have they been arranged?" He was referring to the women that he and Lu Daju had rescued. They couldn't keep them in this house forever, so he took this opportunity to let Wen Zhezhi take them out.

"I've been assigned to work as a supervisor at the construction site. It's OK for the ladies to register if they can read."

Rong Zhou nodded. It was not easy for people to live in this era, and women were even more demanding in their pursuit of survival. If he could show them a way to survive, they would rather not do such menial work.

"If there are people with dirty hands and feet, just drive them away and don't hire them anymore. Giving them a way out is not offering sacrifices to your ancestors. Get out now."

"Yes." Wen Zhezhi stepped out.

Rong Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief after sending those women away. It was really annoying that those people were always around...

Suddenly, everything went dark.

A pair of hands with long black nails suddenly stretched out from behind, and the energy channels on them that looked like blue veins were torn off, leaving blood marks on the hands.