The reason Cheng Shuang was able to temporarily resist the suction force was because she was too light and crashed uncontrollably into the mechanical beast's hard, thick legs.

Left with no other choice, the little girl used the force to turn around, climb onto the mechanical beast's back, and tightly hugged its neck with both arms, using sheer strength to overcome strength and using its massive body to resist the suction from the front.

No wonder the mechanical beasts prevented people from getting close.

The little girl strained so hard that her face turned red.

Just then, a guide carrying a basket came walking this way.

The ingredients at each cooking station are slightly different. There are dozens of production lines in the huge space, with two lines per group. They don't operate very fast, and sometimes ingredients are transported over from a distance.

Therefore, although there is plenty of food on the cooking table, it is not so much that it cannot be stored. The food is replenished in a timely but slow manner, so the mechanical beasts are not working all the time.

The two mechanical beasts, drawn by Cheng Shuang's attention, stopped what they were doing and stared at each other blankly, looking more like two wooden stakes.

Gong Zhu quickly took the opportunity to kick the basket that had fallen to the ground toward the side of the kitchen counter, to prevent the person leading the way from noticing anything amiss.

Fortunately, the guide didn't pay much attention to the mechanical beast. He focused on using his food tongs to pick up a few pieces of roasted meat and then went to another cooking station to pick up two packets of tea.

Cheng Shuang, who was hiding behind the mechanical beast's large head, sniffed inexplicably, her small face showing confusion.

It has no taste at all!

The apples had no fruity aroma, the roasted meat had no meaty aroma, and even the wine poured from the barrel in the far corner was like water, lacking fragrance. The entire space was so clean that there wasn't a trace of any other smell.

This is certainly not normal.

I just don't know if it's the environment or the food that's unusual!

The little girl used all her strength to control the suction force. After several guides filed out, the heavy, tall black wooden door closed again. She slammed her forehead against the back of the mechanical beast's head, finally awakening the beast's instincts, and it began to work again.

A bloody piece of beef leg was transported onto the assembly line. As it was lifted up by the mechanical beast, thin, chopstick-like robotic arms on both sides sprayed out a layer of water mist, and the assembly line instantly returned to its clean state.

The beef shank was cut into large chunks and stacked on the cutting board. The remaining meat close to the bone was pounded into pieces and stuffed into the soup pot. The pieces of meat were then pan-fried into steaks. Although the color was tempting, the lack of aroma made the cooking method seem cruel and less aesthetically pleasing.

The two mechanical beasts worked in perfect harmony, their movements fluid and seamless. Even though the one carefully frying the steak had a little girl hanging around its neck, it didn't hinder their work.

Perhaps because she was distracted by her work, the suction force weakened slightly, just a little, enough for Cheng Shuang to speak, "Let's make a deal, can you close your eyes for a moment?"

She tried to communicate, and the result was obvious: the mechanical beast, which wasn't focused on its work, stopped.

The little girl gritted her teeth and struggled, taking out two apples from her spatial compartment and holding them up with both hands... Another mechanical beast, which had already finished cleaning the kitchen counter, instinctively found the food, raised its arms, and shoved it at her.

Just as it was about to grab the apple, Cheng Shuang snatched it back in time, watching helplessly as the two mechanical beasts played a blindfolded kill game.

The rigid suction stopped abruptly, and she took the opportunity to jump onto the nearest assembly line, and then from the assembly line onto the ground.

The two mechanical beasts tilted their heads, seemingly puzzled as to what was wrong with each other, but their attention quickly returned to the cooking station.

The two tiny footprints on the assembly line caused the chopstick-thin robotic arm to reappear, only to be mercilessly blocked by the soda bottle, causing all the sprayed water mist to flow into the bottle.

Sensing that the production line was not clean, the robotic arm repeatedly attempted to clean it, working diligently until two beverage bottles were filled. Only then did the mist finally spray onto the stopped food counter, completing the final cleaning.

The little girl, who had collected the unknown cleaning agent, sniffed it but found no smell. Just as she was about to try it on something to see if this powerful cleaning agent had any other uses, she turned around and saw three different pairs of eyes staring at her—two pairs of blue flames and one pair of dark almond-shaped eyes.

The flames were hollow, and the almond-shaped eyes were dull; at this moment, there was a subtle resemblance.

Gong Zhu, dumbfounded and lifting her cloak, finally understood how this young girl, barely old enough to be part of the maintainers' ranks. With that kind of brain, even the ghosts and monsters would be terrified of her. What was she thinking? Jumping and climbing all over the place, even climbing onto mechanical beasts, just to collect some liquid? Wasn't she afraid they'd just crush her with their butts?!

You could say a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger!

But soon, Gong Zhu realized she had misunderstood, because she wanted to see how the mechanical beasts operated and how they differed from her puppetry skills, so she hid back inside her cloak and took a few more steps toward them...

Cheng Shuang had no idea where a person who had disappeared was going, and had no idea that Gong Zhu was about to do something so terrible. She only heard a scream, her cloak fell to the ground, and Gong Zhu, who should have been on the ground, was lifted into the air. One of her forearms was engulfed by blue flames, with only half of it showing. Her other hand was desperately pushing against the mechanical beast's neck, preventing the situation from getting any worse.

The little girl gasped, almost asking Gong Zhu if it wasn't better to be alive? She had already witnessed the tragedy of her being nearly sucked into the flames of the mechanical beast, so why hadn't she learned her lesson?

Only then did Cheng Shuang realize that Gong Zhu's previous refusal to lend a helping hand was not due to coldness, but rather because he was completely unaware of her crisis!

This guy is a bit silly!

For some reason, their thoughts transcended time and overlapped.

Just a moment ago, the palace attendant exclaimed: "That brat is really naughty!"

The next second, Gong Zhu: Ouch! My face hurts!

The cloak fell to the ground and turned into a card. Cheng Shuang picked it up but didn't dare to approach the mechanical beast rashly. She could only ask the person hanging in front of the mechanical beast in a low voice if there was any way to escape that required her cooperation.

Unfortunately, Gong Zhu was not like the little girl she once was. She was too careless, so much so that even though she had controlled the speed of the suction, she couldn't stop her arm from being swallowed up little by little. In the blink of an eye, her entire arm disappeared without a trace. Even worse, she felt an even stronger suction coming from her other eye socket. Blue flames flickered, seemingly taking away her soul, leaving only a cold body.

The palace attendant was completely panicked.

She felt utterly powerless, her mental strength rapidly waning; it had devoured more than just her soul. Forget using skills; even if she did, it would be futile against such an emotionless and irrational mechanical beast. And the spatial dimension had already ceased to respond when her mental strength waned.

She tried to scream for help, but her throat made a strange gurgling sound, like the last gas being expelled from the trachea at the moment of death.

Gong Zhu thought she was doomed!

Cheng watched helplessly as the young lady kissed the mechanical beast face to face, and even if she pushed all the apples down, she couldn't stop her.

The little girl pulled out a card, a hint of uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

...

Robotic arm: Aww, I feel like I'm about to burn out! You little devil, the washing machine, why aren't you clean yet!

Flowing Station: Call me the scapegoat!