Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 825 - 639: My family has given birth to a Master Qilin, why should this old man seek Longevity?

Chapter 825: Chapter 639: My family has given birth to a Master Qilin, why should this old man seek Longevity?

The nineteenth layer of Hell.

Rumble...

The massive drive shaft transmits the surging power from countless large millstones to each fully automatic Ghost Power Factory.

Everything is square, and everywhere is filled with orderly textile factories.

Hundreds of threads, connected by spindles, are clearly distinguished.

Gears, conveyor belts, tension rods, drums... an orderly array of mechanical components collectively create a bustling picture filled with industrial beauty.

Under the backdrop of slogans on the wall that read "know your crime, admit your guilt, and resolutely reform."

The Evil Ghosts, standing by spinning machines, continually engaged in simple repetitive labor, move mechanically, react numbly, have empty gazes, and devoid of spirit...

They seem even more like machines than the spinning machines running at high speed before them!

Furthermore, after the soul leaves the meat body, it loses its anchor, becomes hard to control, and its exterior can change according to its mindset.

It may become fierce due to viciousness, gigantic due to rage, tiny due to contempt, or take a beast shape due to madness...

Greed makes the belly swell; stinginess makes the face narrow; scheming makes the head sharp...

The more benevolent the Ghost, the clearer and more harmonious the soul, resembling its former life’s body. The more malicious the Ghost, the more ferocious and ugly it becomes.

The "Innate Evil" of the Mortal World, following the fall of the Beast Dynasty, was almost entirely swept away by Wang Yuan.

The territory on the back side of Yin Mountain was subdued, and the three paths rooted in the Underworld—the Asura Dao, Hell Path, and Starving Ghost Dao—were sent back one by one.

Those True Spirits polluted with bizarre and grotesque appearances have long filled the Sewing Machine Hell.

Still continuously pouring in.

But if you look closely, you’ll find.

Most of the Evil Ghosts under labor reform here don’t look too ferocious; instead, they seem to be carved from the same mold.

As for their appearance, it is... featureless!

From the inside out, they exude a sense of standardized and cheap assembly line products.

And this is precisely the ultimate goal of the nineteenth layer of Hell: "to heal and save people."

Two Yin Soldiers responsible for managing this Ghost Power Factory stride through the aisles between machines.

Counting the numbers on the work tags on the backs of the Evil Ghosts one by one until they stop behind one, shouting coldly:

"Twelve o’clock Textile Factory, third shift, second squad, number: 7474974 step forward!"

"Yes!"

As if conditioned by countless training, already forming a reflex response.

The Ghost standing at the workstation, clad in blue workwear and face pale, leaps up like a spring and loudly responds to the Yin Soldiers.

The back is straight as a ramrod, the workwear spotless and neat.

It seems to have a compulsive disorder, standing in a position directly symmetrical between the two Yin Soldiers, ensuring they are precisely aligned to its sides.

Despite being so different from its original appearance.

But if the Underground Master were present, they would immediately recognize it at a glance.

This Ghost is precisely the Filth Cleaning split off for the second time, intended to seize the soul of Zhou Jinhuan’s legitimate eldest son during Duan Zhiyin’s childbirth!

Also the purest embodiment of Innate Evil.

"Number 7474974, tell me, what is the slogan of our nineteenth layer of Hell?"

The Yin Soldier stares expressionlessly into the eyes of Filth Cleaning and questions.

An organization must have its own vision, from an ordinary shop to a Tao Lineage, to a nation, all likewise.

The Sewing Machine Hell is certainly the same.

Old Master Wang cannot write the heroic spirit-filled verses of Taiyin Xuanbing Dao such as "A rainbow spanning connection to the azure skies, a thunderbolt traversing Fenglong. Sweeping away foggy barriers to reveal a thousand peaks, cutting down demons, leaving the universe empty."

Nor can he write the majestic ambition of Dragon Elephant Tao: "The aura of tiger generals and dragon armies stands proud, wearing talismans and armor leaving in haste; swords and halberds arrayed race like lightning, banners arranged drive like wind.

Capturing alive the Three Corpses Burning Deceit Cave, seizing the six thieves to destroy the Demon Palace; rivers clear and seas calm, the Qiankun cleansed, living in peace and morality forever."

Yet, in aspects like brainwashing, lobotomy, and the creation of Fools, his ability is most professional.

The colloquial slogan is simpler and more direct.

Seeing Filth Cleaning’s eyes firm, without hesitation, shouted with all his might:

"Actively reform, contribute to society!"

"Cleanse oneself, resolutely reform!"

"Burn oneself to illuminate Fengdu!"

The momentum does not fall short of those two Magicians striving with all their might earlier.

Thoughts and presentation highly aligned, Unity of Knowledge and Action, even an undeniable Heart Light glows on Filth Cleaning.

The slogan truly embeds into his bones, already becoming his life creed, to fight unstintingly for it lifelong!

Isn’t this ablaze?

The Yin Soldier asks again:

"If there are treacherous individuals invading Fengdu, opposing the Emperor of Ghost, what should you do?"

"An irreconcilable foe, fight to the death!"

Upon hearing this, number 7474974’s eyes immediately fill with blood, eager to devour someone.

If that person were here, he’d rush forward to take a few hefty bites, even faced with his blood relatives, there would be no exceptions.

"Not bad, you pass."

The Yin Soldier nods with satisfaction; this 7474974, highly regarded by the superiors, is evidently reformed excellently.

Thanks to the work of themselves and their colleagues.

Of course, it’s under the wise leadership of the Emperor of Ghost.

Ever since Filth Cleaning was sent to the nineteenth layer of Hell, any slight sign of non-cooperation immediately met with a huge bowl of Meng Po Soup.

Within a mere half a year, his life had been reset countless times.

Then, borrowing the power of the Wolf Fang Club through the Divine Weapon Borrowing Technique, delivering a heavy blow of moral infusion, combined with a highly disciplined factory life.