First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

Carpenter Yang stood up, the two sides ready to clash at any moment.

Just as they were about to fight.

Lu Ding reached the fork in the road.

His nose twitched, he turned his head, and happened to see Changhai laughing wildly at Carpenter Yang’s door.

And the thing that was about to crawl out of the jar.

One glance was enough for Lu Ding to recognize it—this was one of the forbidden dark arts strictly banned by the 749 Bureau.

Jar Child!

While the child was still small, they’d pick a big jar that could fit the kid.

Then they’d soak the child’s skin off with potions, stuff them into the jar, use powders to barely keep them alive, control their mind with secret methods, and make them eat, drink, and excrete inside the jar. If the child survived all that,the Jar Child was considered a success.

But most kids couldn’t survive.

So, to make a single Jar Child, many children had to suffer repeated experiments.

Lu Ding hadn’t expected someone would dare parade such a thing around in broad daylight.

He turned around and quickened his pace, breaking into a run.

Then leapt and kicked.

”Kiss your fing mother!”

His kick hit Changhai squarely in the lower back with a loud crack.

The living man folded like a screen.

The creature in the jar tried to pop its head out, but Lu Ding swung his hand around and slapped it back in.

”I’ll perform your rites later!”

The child’s pale face, with blood-red cheeks, spun its neck around several times from the slap.

Its eyes went glassy as it wobbled and tumbled back into the jar.

Lu Ding turned to the heavily injured Changhai on the ground.

Seeing Changhai twist his head around, his face distorted from the intense pain, he asked hoarsely,

”Who are you?”

”You don’t deserve to know.”

As Lu Ding spoke, he grabbed him by the collar.

”You really dared to practice something explicitly banned by 749?!”

At those words, Changhai immediately looked at the law enforcement recorder on Lu Ding’s chest.

And instantly understood who he was facing.

Panic flashed in his eyes.

”You... listen to me, I can explain, actually this isn’t... ahhhhh!!!!”

Before he could finish, Lu Ding bent his arms violently, folding them against his body.

”No explanation needed.”

Then, grabbing both of Changhai’s arms, Lu Ding twisted and bent them brutally, contorting him into a grotesque shape.

The screams didn’t stop for a second.

Finally, he displayed the end product beside the jar.

Changhai, a man nearly 1.8 meters tall, was forcibly crumpled until he was thicker than the jar but shorter in height, his head tucked under his waist.

Lu Ding looked at him: ”Feeling good?”

Changhai lifted his head: ”Hehehe... I know who you are, you’re an investigator from the 749 Bureau...”

Blood frothed from his mouth.

He gasped for breath and continued,

”I... I’m working for Bai... Bai Baoce...”

Lu Ding looked surprised.

So there was still a loose end?

When did he escape?

Seeing Lu Ding’s change of expression, Changhai thought he was hesitating.

He hurried to add,

”L-let’s make a deal... I’ll leave immediately, pretend we never met, you can also...”

Before he finished, Lu Ding flicked a Wind Blade, slicing Changhai’s mouth into a bloody mess.

”You can’t even speak clearly. Shut the f up.”

At first, Lu Ding thought he might actually be working for the Bureau, so confident he sounded.

But no, still the Bai Family～

Feeling the pain in his shredded mouth, Changhai couldn’t understand.

Weren’t you hesitating just now?

Weren’t you weighing your options?

Wasn’t the Bai Family’s name enough to scare you in the Northwest?

Why are you still attacking me?!

Suddenly, he remembered—Carpenter Yang was standing nearby.

Oh, right!

He couldn’t go easy on me openly, had to put on a show!

I get it, I get it!

Self-convinced, Changhai, despite his pain, gave a faint smile of relief.

It’s okay to get hurt, as long as he didn’t die.

But the next second.

His fantasy was shattered by Lu Ding’s kick.

Lu Ding lifted his foot and kicked the ”flesh jar” flying to Carpenter Yang’s feet.

He raised his hand in an inviting gesture, signaling for Carpenter Yang to do as he pleased.

From the earlier situation, it was obvious the two had beef.

Lu Ding could have waited for them to fight, or stepped in after Carpenter Yang was at a disadvantage.

That way, he could have saved face nicely.

But if Lu Ding had done that, the name ”Corpse-Shattering Taishui” would have been for nothing.

It would’ve been dishonorable!

He was here to borrow something from Carpenter Yang.

He had to show sincerity.

After all, Lu Ding was an educated man—he couldn’t handle things so crudely.

Now was the time to show goodwill.

Changhai, dizzy and disoriented, lifted his head.

Only to see Carpenter Yang lifting his plane: ”Trying to be tough with me? When I was fighting for my life, you were still peeing your pants playing with mud.”

Even though he didn’t understand the young man’s true intentions.

With his old enemy delivered right to his doorstep.

Carpenter Yang wasn’t going to be polite.

If this young man hadn’t shown up, he might have been in real danger today.

He wouldn’t necessarily have died, but a serious injury at his age could have meant an early grave.

Gripping the plane, its blade now sharp with spiritual energy, Carpenter Yang swung it down onto Changhai’s head.

And again, and again, dozens of times, before finally stopping.

He looked up at Lu Ding: ”Young man, thank you. I figure you’re not just passing through, right?”

”If there’s anything I can help with, just say the word.”

Lu Ding had shown courtesy, and Carpenter Yang wasn’t going to fall short either.

Hearing this,

Lu Ding directly stated his purpose: ”We came to borrow a carpenter’s chalk line.”

”You’re here for the chalk line too?”

This surprised Lu Ding: ”Too? He was also borrowing a chalk line?”

Carpenter Yang nodded.

Lu Ding raised his hand, and a slashing blade burst out, instantly slicing Changhai into three neat portions.

Some fat, some lean, and some soft cartilage.

Seeing this, Carpenter Yang instinctively took a step back.

Lu Ding quickly said: ”Don’t misunderstand, I just didn’t want him to die too cleanly.”

Carpenter Yang’s expression grew a little odd.

He thought to himself, are you sure this isn’t just venting anger?

I just nearly chopped his head off, and you think he still wasn’t dead enough?

Of course, that’s what he thought in his heart.

But he didn’t say it aloud.

Carpenter Yang nodded repeatedly: ”Good! Very cautious. Wait a moment, I’ll get you the chalk line.”

He turned and went into the house.

Judging by the situation, it looked like they could borrow it.

But Lu Ding still felt something was off.

He really just wanted to slice Changhai into pieces to prevent any resurrection tricks or incomplete death.

But why did it now seem like he was threatening Carpenter Yang both openly and secretly?

Soon enough.

Carpenter Yang returned.

In his hand was an old, worn carpenter’s chalk line.

His eyes full of reluctance.

Lu Ding didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Before he could speak,

Carpenter Yang extended the chalk line, turned his head aside and said: ”This is a family heirloom. Please treat it well.”

At that moment, Lu Ding finally understood what felt wrong.

This wasn’t an ordinary chalk line!

It was a magical artifact!!

And that tone—was he giving it to him? But that wasn’t what Lu Ding intended at all.

Lu Ding quickly explained: ”I think you misunderstood. A normal chalk line is fine, just an old one that’s been used. I don’t want your family heirloom.”