Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1007 - 525

Duan Yun initially just wanted to casually take a sip, not expecting to find any useful memories from these seemingly heartless ghosts.

After all, with a heartless Bi Gan unable to survive, these ghosts, judging by their actions and postures, were at best slightly better than zombies, likely brainless.

Who would have thought that a flood of memory fragments would rush into his mind, in surprising abundance.

He felt as if he had turned into a brain, yes, just a brain, lying in that pale yellow water, a sense of blissful infancy.

Then, he could move, limbs extremely uncoordinated, like a robot.

Similarly, fragments of memory sparked a desire to dig out hearts and lungs.

Because in his memory he had neither heart nor lungs, just like how a little girl always envies others for having a beautiful floral dress, striving desperately to have one herself.

Yes, because there's no dress, destroying others is also a common practice for women.

Thus, the ghost in the memory began searching for hearts and lungs.

Quickly, he found a small hole and crawled inside.

In Duan Yun's impression, even a cow's anus could be slightly bigger than this hole, yet as long as there's a hole, no matter how small, they dive into it.

Crawling and crawling!

Crawling onwards, everything suddenly turned pitch-black with no more movement.

Memory abruptly ceased here, like having a blackout.

Almost simultaneously, there were two abrupt voices shouting "I want to be a Great Hero!", and the two ghosts' small heads exploded directly in Duan Yun's hands.

Sucked till they burst.

Duan Yun shook his hand, saying: "Seems like there's some truth to this."

He had seen clearly that once these entities started walking, they began searching for hearts and lungs.

They had crawled all the way here, and by following these holes, at least the place where they originated might be found.

I'm simply a genius.

Duan Yun waved his hand, indicating the Murong Brothers to follow along.

Then, with the gentle knife in his hand, the blade spun against his palm, instantly widening the previously narrow cave entrance. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Duan Yun advanced inward, feeling the soil inside become increasingly red as if about to ooze blood.

At this point, the two were certain that this entity was perhaps some kind of flesh and blood, not merely dirt.

With a loud sound, the space ahead suddenly opened up.

The entire cave had been completely breached.

"Oh my goodness."

The Murong Brothers displayed a surprised expression as they looked at the scene before them.

At this point, the smooth metal proliferated once more.

If the previous metal had formed a passage similar to a space orbit, this place more resembles a...

Factory?

Indeed, this room veiled in metal seemed overly reminiscent of a factory.

Even Duan Yun, the traveler, found everything novel; not to mention the Murong Brothers, unfamiliar with the world beyond.

However, this factory appeared somewhat disgusting and strange, as it was filled with plenty of "flesh and blood."

This flesh was presumably the same "bloody clay" they had just tunneled through.

Yet, reaching this point, the color became even more vibrant and felt more flesh-like.

With a crunch, a cracked stone slab beneath the Murong Brothers shattered, revealing a dim yellow below.

There was another space beneath this.

Duan Yun looked down, seemingly seeing scenes from the memory fragments.

Brains, soaking in the jaundiced water.

They appeared to be alive, still faintly pulsing.

Early on, when Duan Yun had just arrived, he was intensely curious about the warriors of this world.

For instance, the Mad Woman from the Red House, even only having the upper body left, could swiftly move numerous miles without dying, akin to the Madman Lei from the Thunder God and Mother Sect, with their head pierced multiple times, yet they still live.

These warriors' vitality, even those not particularly prominent, surpassed his comprehension.

Initially, he viewed everything through the lens of a traveler.

Later on, he had adapted, knowing that top masters aren't just in one stage, slaying once meant they must revive and grow stronger, becoming a regular occurrence for him.

Because he possessed similar abilities himself, as long as lightning tempered his body, not only could he rely on his expertise as a professional gynecologist to heal injuries, but he also gained mighty thunderous powers.

Yet upon seeing these brains able to survive in what was termed as "pus" in yellow water, he couldn't help but feel astonishment.

The yellow water pool was wide and deep, seemingly connected to the outside yellow waters, with no visible bottom.

And beside these brains, there were dried round shells.

The Murong Brothers casually picked one up, saying: "Could this be a skull?"

Essentially, Duan Yun had confirmed this point.

This place was a factory.

A factory for creating ghosts.

Like those previously heart-searching ghosts, both the brains and skulls here were coarse, resembling those unimpressive ghosts.

Beside them naturally were the flesh piles formed from red clay.

These were individual rooms, each room being different parts.

For instance, in the room on the left, there were entirely red arms, some even hairy, while in the room next door, there were solely butts, most revoltingly, they discovered a room full of those black mole-like flesh parcels.

These rooms had knives and tables, appearing like workplaces.

Yet it was visible that this factory had already been abandoned.

Not only because no one worked here, but also because these things weren't fresh anymore, the hairy flesh, though not rotten, had already turned into something like fermented tofu.