Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 40: You’re Even More Ruthless Than a Capitalist!
Half a year?
By the time you’ve finished building the shelter in half a year, who knows when it will actually be.
In this era of strange invasion, the changes between heaven and earth are ever-changing.
A small change every day, a major change every month.
Half a year?
It’s really too long, Lin Yuan can’t wait that long.
He can’t wait that long, and he certainly can’t give Geng Youcai that much time.
Lin Yuan looked at Geng Youcai with a gaze full of killing intent and spoke slowly, word by word: "I’ll give you one more chance to say it again."
Geng Youcai: "????"
Seeing Lin Yuan’s gaze, Geng Youcai knew that the boss wasn’t satisfied with this timeframe.
It seems that half a year is a bit too long.
Geng Youcai thought, time is like space, squeeze a little and there’s still some wiggle room. (Not a typo, typing the exact word would be censored, just understand it.)
So, he gritted his teeth and came up with a new timeframe.
"Five months."
Lin Yuan still didn’t speak, he just quietly looked at him with that same gaze.
Not satisfied with five months?
Thinking of this, Geng Youcai gritted his molars and forcibly squeezed out a number.
"Four months!"
For such a large project, even if Geng Youcai awakened the ability of the Lu Ban Tattoo, four months would already be the limit.
Even so, he would have to cut down on sleep and meal time, and work over eighteen hours a day.
As for things like single day off or double day off, don’t even think about it.
Let me put it this way!
If Geng Youcai were to get the 996 working hours, to him, it would really be a blessing.
Before being reborn, Lin Yuan struggled for three years in the apocalyptic environment of the strange invasion.
When it comes to reading people’s minds, Lin Yuan dares say he’s pretty skilled at it.
Judging from Geng Youcai’s expression, four months already seemed to be the limit.
Although, four months might already be the limit, but Lin Yuan still planned to push a little further.
Human potential, like space, has a bit more if you squeeze it.
"Three months!" Lin Yuan spat out a timeframe.
Three months?
What’s your deal, you capitalist bastards who call 996 a blessing are vicious!
If you keep this up, one day you’ll end up hanging from a street lamp, you know?
Geng Youcai’s mood felt as if it had been trampled by a donkey.
Upon hearing the three-month timeframe, Geng Youcai kneeled on the ground with a thud, and with a face full of grievance, said: "Big brother, just kill me now!"
"Three months, such a large project, even if my hammer smokes from overuse, I can’t finish it!"
"Good!" As soon as Geng Youcai finished speaking, a Five-Pronged Heaven-Supporting Fork appeared in Lin Yuan’s hand, its sharp tip against Geng Youcai’s throat.
Geng Youcai could clearly feel the cold and sharp sensation.
"Patter."
"Patter, patter."
In an instant, sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, and in the next second, he directly begged for mercy: "Three months, just three months!"
"Don’t kill me, big brother, don’t kill me!"
Geng Youcai was completely numb!
Originally, he wanted to reason with Lin Yuan properly.
Never expected Lin Yuan to directly pull out a weapon.
This... damn...
This really is the carpenter encountering a soldier, logic doesn’t work here.
Three months, such a large project, Geng Youcai truly couldn’t complete it alone.
But now, he could only agree first.
After all, dying now versus not completing the task in three months and then dying, it’s better to live a few more days if possible.
Of course, Lin Yuan’s goal is to build the shelter, not to make things difficult for Geng Youcai.
From four months squeezed down to three months, Lin Yuan naturally had his reasons.
"I will transport the wood and stone from the mountain for you!"
"You just need to sculpt and prepare them on site!" Lin Yuan said to Geng Youcai.
Behind the villa area is the Wushan stretching for more than ten miles.
There are stones and trees on the mountain, you can just source materials locally.
If Lin Yuan helped Geng Youcai transport the stone and wood to the villa area, it would save him a lot of time.
By summoning the Ox Head Tattoo into armor augmentation, Lin Yuan could obtain infinite strength.
If he squeezed out one hour every day to help Geng Youcai transport materials, it would be enough for the daily shelter construction.
Seeing Lin Yuan unexpectedly displaying such a humane side, the stone in Geng Youcai’s heart also dropped.
If Lin Yuan helps with transporting stone and wood, then within three months, they would have the confidence to complete building the shelter.
"Thank you, big brother, you’re practically my own father!"
"Three months, I guarantee the shelter will be completed, exactly the same as on the blueprint, if it’s off by a hair, you can twist my head off and use it as a chamber pot!" Geng Youcai said with firm assurance.
"Good!" Lin Yuan agreed outright.
Geng Youcai: "????"
Geng Youcai thought, I just said that, did you take it seriously?
How can you be so carefree?
Good heavens, if you actually twisted my head off and used it as a chamber pot, could you pee into my mouth?
By this time, it was completely bright outside.
In the strange invasion version 1.0, the daytime was relatively safe.
Lin Yuan sent Geng Youcai to conduct a field survey on the perimeter of the villa area, while he went to the garden.
The day had brightened, the blood moon disappeared, and the Deceitful Qi between heaven and earth thinned out.
At this moment, Bai Ling’Er had just finished refining her powers.
She looked defeated, clearly, there was still no progress in refining the Power of Rules.
Having Bai Ling’Er refine the Power of Rules into her tail was completely a fabrication Lin Yuan made up, based on Peacock Great Ming King Kong Xuan’s Five-Colored Divine Light abilities from Fengshen Yanyi.
This is merely a myth, and the cultivation method simply does not exist.
Unfortunately, even though Lin Yuan was making nonsense, Bai Ling’Er actually believed him.
Seeing Bai Ling’Er’s dejected and unhappy appearance, Lin Yuan actually felt a bit guilty.
Could this be a guilty conscience?
No, of course not.
The reason is that Bai Ling’Er has been so caught up in refining the Power of Rules that she hasn’t cooked for days.
Although Wen Yingying has been cooking, her skills are far inferior to Bai Ling’Er’s.
"Perhaps this path is wrong?"
"Maybe you shouldn’t practice it anymore. If you continue, I feel you might go mad!" Lin Yuan kindly advised.
This action of Lin Yuan, what do we call this?
This is persuading a decent woman to become promiscuous, persuading a prostitute to redeem herself.
The original intention of Bai Ling’Er was to drive away the Power of Rules, and he told her it could be refined for personal use.
Now, Bai Ling’Er is trying to find a way to refine the Power of Rules, and he tells her this path might be wrong.
He truly is shameless!
However, after trying to refine the Power of Rules in recent days, although there was no progress.
Bai Ling’Er remains firmly convinced that this path is correct.
"No!"
"There’s nothing wrong with this path, the problem is with me!" Bai Ling’Er said with utmost determination.
