"Awoo..."
Ah Bai looked helplessly towards the elevator direction, being grabbed by the neck by his little master and dragged away.
This is someone else's home, and Qiu Lingling doesn't want to see her doggy holding a wooden carving and gnawing on it, only to discover it's the handiwork of some intangible heritage master.
At that time, Qiu Lingling feels she might really go down on all fours, mimic a big crab chasing Ah Bai's head to gnaw on, giving it some intensity.
"....Come on, buddy, what's your size! I, Ansheng, weigh only about twenty pounds, while you're sprinting towards the forty to fifty-pound mark."
Squatting in the corner of the elevator, sneakily peeking outside, Ansheng sees Qiu Lingling's fist, like a precision-guided rocket, punch the top of Ah Bai's head and grab it by the neck to drag away, and flashes a cunning smile of amusement.
Ah Bai's Tu Song form is around fifty pounds, almost twice the weight of Master Fuli.
And when entering the wolf pack state, its weight is one of the heavyweights, though not comparable to the hundred-ton minimum real weight of the Treasure Tree, it could play seesaw with the Golden Leopard and have an even match.
With such a large size, sneaking in the relatively spacious entrance of the villa without being exposed is really incredulous.
"How pitiful, Ah Bai..."
Master Fuli quipped, swaggering out of the elevator, taking a glance around, heading to the conference room Lin Ying mentioned.
This villa doesn't seem frequently inhabited; compared to the tidy and clean first floor, the decorated beams and pillars on the second-floor hallway bear a slight layer of marks, a bothersome trace left behind after long-term dust accumulation, then wiped with water blend.
The villa in the hot spring village must have been temporarily tidied by Lin Ying to host a party.
"Hello? Anyone inside?"
Master Fuli knocked on the door of the conference room, making a cooing sound into the room.
The next moment, the door of the conference room opened, and the scene inside made Master Fuli stunned.
Jin Wanlin was covered in scales and armor, obviously in a state of spiritualization, squatting beside the conference room door, holding an assault rifle, yet beneath the rifle was a noticeable attachment.
A cylindrical tube the size of an arm, equipped with an infrared targeting device aiming inside the room, ready to fire.
In front of Jin Wanlin, a long chair toppled on the ground acting as a cover, while within the over two hundred square meter conference room, there are a dozen armed individuals on high alert with rocket launchers in hand, either guarding the door or standing before the windows ready to evacuate at any moment.
"What...are you doing?"
Master Fuli looked dumbfounded at Jin Wanlin in her spiritualization state, then glanced at Feng Wenyu mounting a metal cabinet, holding series grenades, clearly ready to retreat last: "Have the landlords attacked?"
"Principal Li has evacuated..."
"Oh no, actually, Principal Li knows the party later in the room is predominantly female, so he left early, unwilling to disrupt everyone in the villa..."
Upon seeing Master Fuli's arrival, Jin Wanlin's tension visibly eased, she spoke to Master Fuli:
"Though Principal Li said as long as no one touches it, there won't be any mishap, that thing is so strange and twisted...."
"With just a glance, I felt my arm wanting to detach from my body, leap up, punch me hard on the cheek, and strangulate me alive."
Despite Master Fuli's arrival, Jin Wanlin and other members of the Security Bureau still had lingering fears on their faces, clearly in a state of shock.
Jin Wanlin remained crouched, only extending her arm to lift the chair, exposing the conference hall in full view.
Uncle Jinlong blocked the long chair, while Feng Wenyu's partner, Red-tailed Hawk, squatted on a metal floor lamp, deeply wary of an object in the conference hall, and the living room.
The conference room floor was strewn with shattered wooden boxes and some green-colored thick glass fragments, as if something had rampaged through the conference room.
The item that triggered the woodcutter and the escort sent by the Security Bureau to enter emergency status also prominently appeared before Master Fuli.
It was a spread-out metal scroll, calmly laying on the table, occasionally stirring ripples on its surface.
"Hmm?"
Master Fuli saw the metal scroll, paused, with a few question marks emerging from his forehead.
But before Master Fuli could inquire, the scroll on the table suddenly mutated, a tide-like surge of silver metal fluid rose up, transforming from a two-dimensional plane into a three-dimensional structure.
A roughly thirty-centimeter-tall woman stood on the metal scroll surface, picked up a metal rod, with a ferocious grin, she smashed it heavily, obliterating a distorted humanoid on the scroll, tearing it apart and eating it.
And then, the metal tide surged again, another metallic figure wielding a large machete opened its mouth wide, seemingly shouting something, beheaded the woman.
Combat.
Metal liquid surged on the scroll, humanoid or beast state distorted objects engaged in mutual combat and conquest, silver metal liquid splashed wildly across the table, yet not a drop fell outside the scroll, exhibiting surreal and grotesque appearances.
Slaughter, vivisection, flying organs froze Master Fuli who was just about to speak.
He even saw a metal woman bash another odd creature's head open, wrench out its spine as a whip, and whip about another person.
"....What did Old Li send me?"
Master Fuli stepped into beastman form, frowned as he walked into the conference room, heading to the scroll on the table.
The metal scroll was sent by Old Li, and that scroll before him should be that lightweight weapon.
But...
What's this bizarre scene before me? Could Old Li have dug up some ancient relic again?
Master Fuli walked to the table, looked at the scroll, and saw its surface slightly protruding, like an engraving. The contents of the scroll were from a bird's-eye view, depicting the scene of the former 'asylum'.
On the picture, the asylum rooms were separated, and different patients lay in their beds.
Some patients broke free from their restraints, grinned fiendishly, crashed through the partition walls to the neighbor's room, dug out the neighbor's kidneys, and smashed them heavily onto the hallway and the medical staff's faces.
As for the patient whose kidneys were taken, they simply glanced faintly at their open chest and continued lying on the bed, their missing organs regenerating.
The attacked medical staff were furious, pulled out a machete, entered the room, ready to kill the troublemaking patient.
The patient shrieked, attempting to escape the hospital, and suddenly the scroll rippled with metallic waves.
"...." Master Fuli gazed at the jumping patient. The patient, seeing Master Fuli, froze for a moment, then retreated back to their asylum room, lay down and wrapped themselves in what seemed like a blanket.
In the 'joyous' asylum, the patients seemed to notice Master Fuli in the sky. Suddenly, the entire asylum, along with the medical staff, ran away.
They each returned to their beds.
The scroll on the table 'came to life', turning from a puddle of liquid into a peculiarly shaped long halberd about three meters long, with a diamond-shaped spearhead at the end, and small hammer-like branches on either side connected to the main shaft.
The strange long halberd manifested and rippled with waves.
"Did you say you... were just sleeping?"
Upon noticing the rippling waves, a look of surprise appeared on Master Fuli's face.
However.
As the waves rippled and vibrated in the conference hall, the Security Bureau escort's expression changed. The exposed wrist, uncovered by protective measures, had its skin and flesh uncontrollably twitching, forming dense bumps.
But once the waves left the body, the affected areas quickly returned to normal.
The waves seemed like an invisible call.
Upon hearing this call, the blood and flesh would experience temporary abnormalities, as if trying to detach from the host to return to the arms of a great will, creating grand feats.
It was such a horrifying experience, one that would be unforgettable, as if the bones were screaming, emitting eerie "crackling" sounds, seemingly trying to forcibly drag the flesh toward that bizarre entity.
The only fortunate thing is that the range of its influence isn't large, probably just a few hundred meters in diameter.
Once these waves could cover a city—or perhaps just a village—it would be catastrophic.
The Security Bureau escorts dared not imagine what chemical reaction would occur after their flesh detached and merged with the bizarre entity.
"Shut your mouth! Others can't withstand your jabbering."
Master Fuli raised a hand and heavily slapped the shaft of the halberd, standing it upright in the conference hall. An eerie, cold, crawling sensation trickled from the contact point, spreading up Master Fuli's arm, moving forward.
The fur on Master Fuli's arm shifted from white to various colors, at times forming beast claws, at times turning into the delicate pink of a child's arm, or even metal.
But the anomaly lasted only briefly. In the next moment, the will from the halberd turned into a physical switch in Master Fuli's mind.
Master Fuli opened his eyes, and with a gentle mental touch, the halberd in his hand turned into a silver metal liquid, flowing down and draping over Master Fuli's shoulders, gradually changing color like a white down coat, enveloping him.
[That familiar feeling, like that stubborn old tree spirit whose bark was tough on the teeth...]
[The last time I bit it, it broke my teeth, and the fox chased my rear trying to finish me off]
[Not a spirit, but a fellow patient! Our compatriots! The new patients need love, defying the doctors, I know his wife secretly grows strong tentacles each night...]
[Silence! No noise allowed in the hospital!]
The halberd emitted countless thoughts, some of which took the form of text in Master Fuli's mind.
Master Fuli shifted his focus from that phantom switch back to the present, pulling the 'down coat' wrapped around him out, turning it back into a three-meter long halberd, and said:
"Hiss… Naming things isn't exactly my specialty, and you seem like a chatterbox..."
"So, let's call it the [Cosmic Cleanup Halberd]!"
Master Fuli pondered as he spoke, feeling something was off, so he spoke again:
"I'll let you have your mother's surname [Cosmic], first name [Cleanup Halberd], the 'ba' at the end is just a particle for my tone."
".....Forget it, just calling it the [Cosmic Triangular Hammer] is simple enough. I don't want a scenario where, during a fierce battle, the enemies cry rivers of blood yet laugh out loud upon hearing your name."
Master Fuli nodded confidently.
"The Triangular Hammer, specially designed for hitting the head, heart, and stomach, ensures that the landowners can feel a deep satisfaction within their souls, eliminating the possibility of initiating lengthy, multi-stage siege battles!"
Listening to Master Fuli's speech, the branches under the spearhead slightly changed form, turning from flat-head hammers to pointed ones, fitting the three-pronged feature.
The metal, fused from fragments of the King of the Universe and Spiritual Particle Metal, underwent a miraculous change. That enduring blood and flesh will granted the metal a life-like vitality, turning its wicked nature to righteousness.