"Quick, Mithril cooling stabilizer!"

Meng Chao placed Huang Chengcheng's crystal nucleus into the stabilized liquid and tightened the bottle cap, which made him feel a little relieved.

"It's really a spiritual neurosphere, very fresh, with at least 80% activity, perfect appearance!"

The harvesters stared around the reservoir for a long time and shouted in surprise.

Spiritualization neurosphere, a mutated organ unique to advanced monsters.

It is a crystal that is nourished by the psychic energy and is moistened over the years.

It is often used to modulate advanced nerve growth agents and has excellent results in repairing spinal cord nerve damage.

Small war machinery can also be implanted to create "thinking tanks".

This thing is extremely crisp and unstable. It is not easy to peel it out perfectly from the monster's body.

Therefore, the commission given to the harvester is higher than that of ordinary materials. No matter how mean Chen Rongfa is, he still has to give three points, at least more than 10,000 yuan, or 20,000 yuan!

The big guys can no longer find any praises to evaluate Meng Chao, a natural harvester.

“It’s not just a relationship between key high schools.”

They thought to themselves, "Is it because they are a young man with yellow flowers, so their hands are particularly powerful?"

Meng Chao was also very happy, holding the translucent storage and looking carefully.

"Be careful, the newly stripped spiritual nerve balls are very active and cannot withstand the violent shock." Meng Yishan reminded him and laughed again.

My son has grown up beyond imagination at some point, and he is really worried about it.

Meng Chao responded, slowly turned around to appreciate, and suddenly his face changed.

He leaned closer to observe, and his eyes emitted a look of greed.

"A Chao, you..." My son is better than his father, and Meng Yishan knew that he was thinking.

"By the way, Brother Meng." A harvester suddenly said, "Xiao Chao was injured last year, and the main problem was the spinal nerves, right?"

"Yes!" Another harvester's eyes lit up and he said excitedly, "Isn't the spiritualized nerve ball of the Golden Ghost the best medicinal material?"

Everyone looked at each other, then looked at the surroundings, and they realized something and their breathing became heavy.

"Enough!"

Meng Yishan frowned deeply, grabbed the memory, and looked dark, "Achao, don't think about it, this is the spoils that people have killed to death, we are just harvesting it on their behalf."

Meng Chao wanted to explain: "Dad, I'm not..."

"I know you want to take the undergraduate degree, and you know how much it would have been to your injury last year. After all, it's all that my dad is incompetent."

Meng Yishan's eyes were cloudy, his voice was hoarse but firm, "But no matter how poor we were, we could not take other people's things."

Meng Chao scratched his head.

Dad really misunderstood.

There are too many people now, so I will explain to my dad later. My injury is almost healed.

"Don't blame dad. For you to take the college entrance exam, dad can think of any way, but this matter really doesn't work, leaving stains, you will be ruined for the rest of your life, and even if no one finds out, you will be uneasy and never be happy."

Meng Yishan said in a deep voice, "A Chao, your harvesting technique is nothing to say, but the most important thing for a harvester is not technology, but... to control your own hands.

"This is a profession that often knows the talents of heaven and earth. Over time, I have a bad idea and stretch out my hand that I shouldn't have reached. As a result, I have lost my reputation and ended up miserably. There are such things in the circle every day.

"If you really can't control yourself, no matter how talented you are, I will not bring you into this industry. You can do whatever job you want. As long as you are upright, be able to be a straight person and have a happy meal, you will always be my good son!"

Faced with his father's righteous words, Meng Chao thought about it and decided to go to the corner later and have a good chat between the two fathers and sons.

"Dad, stop talking, I can control myself." He stopped looking at the storage device.

"A Chao, you... take a break." Meng Yishan couldn't bear it.

"Xiao Chao, come here and have something to eat." The harvesters were very sorry and greeted them.

Harvesting crustacean monsters is a very laborious job.

Meng Chao had a superb consciousness. After all, his body was only seventeen years old. He fucked the monster for two hours in the first half of the night, and another two hours in the second half of the night. Now he relaxed, his arms were sore and his fingers were as painful as if he was pierced.

He took a sip of the hot, self-heated high-energy nutritional meal, and slowly used the secret technique attached to the perfect grade "Basic Scouting Technique" to activate his fingers.

Connections, capital, source of corpse...

He was thinking too.

Just as I was about to find an excuse to call my father outside, the father and son were in love with each other, suddenly, an unusual sound came from the whimpering wind.

A fragment of memory of the previous life flashed in Meng Chao's mind.

His ears were raised high, and his expression was even more surprising than when he saw the spiritual nerve ball just now.

You heard that right, is this?

Meng Chao stood up suddenly and instantly recovered his spirits.

Maybe, I have a way to dig my first pot of gold this time!

"Dad, uncles, I was suddenly exhausted. You guys do it slowly. I'll go to the Reaper Camp to rest first. The camp is at the main entrance of the steel factory, right? It's okay, you guys are busy, I'll go by myself!"

Meng Chao said, then ran away.

"Slow down, be careful to trip over the monster's corpse and cut your hands and feet!" Meng Yishan could only shout from behind.

Seeing his son disappearing into the dark night, the middle-aged man clenched his fists.

"Hey, Brother Shen, we just drove a golden ghost..." He called Shen Rong.

"What!"

The screams on the other end of the phone could be heard by all the reapers, "You are crazy, you can also open the Golden Ghost. Why don't you wait for Supervisor Gu? Break the materials and be careful that Master Hu will ruin you!"

Meng Yishan was sprayed with saliva on his face through the phone, but he didn't even blink his eyelids and continued to say a few words in a low voice.

After hanging up the phone, he carefully took the storage device: "Brothers, I will take the spiritual nerve ball to Brother Shen to deal with it. This thing is unstable. Even if it is placed in the Mithril solution, it will easily get out of control."

Who else knows what he is thinking: "Brother Meng, do you want to buy it from Brother Shen?"

Meng Yishan's eyes flashed, he looked down at the dirty anti-corrosion work boots, and whispered: "This is A Chao's only hope."

"Brother Shen is not easy to talk to."

The brothers shook their heads, "He won't give you an employee price, maybe he will kill you. Besides, employee price, you have money?"

"I have figured out how many years I can do it. At worst, I won't be your captain. I will sign a long-term contract with Brother Shen to advance the salary for the next few years." Meng Yishan said, "Brother Shen wanted to sign a 'second-level contract' with me, and he would agree."

"Are you crazy?"

The brothers were shocked, "The second-level contract is to deal with extremely dangerous high-level monsters. These beasts contain powerful psychic energy in their bodies, and it is easy for corpses to turn into undead creatures or even biochemical bombs. Reaping such beasts is even more dangerous than removing landmines, and they are crushed to pieces in minutes!"

"It's okay, I know it." Meng Yishan said hard, "You guys continue, I'll go back."

He held the storage device, as if holding a crystal-fragile hope, crossed the hideous and ugly monster corpse, one step deep and one step shallow, and walked into the darkness.

...

Two streets away, in front of a burning collapsed building.

There is only one monster here, like a spider that is magnified a hundred times.

It just has the characteristics of a large number of jackals. Crustaceans and mammalian organs are strangely fused together, and are covered with a layer of short and hard golden fluff, emitting a unique kingly aura.

There was a fatal wound on its cerebral joint, but it was not dead yet. On the spiked back shell, seven scarlet eyes dripped around, releasing the final cruelty.

The back of the abdominal cavity was sucking and sucking, and the screaming sound was like an evil curse.

Two harvesters, one old and one young, looked at the hideous monster, just like looking at the fish on the chopping board.

The old man has a childish face, his eyes are bright, and there are circles of halos embedded outside his pupils.

The girl's face was tender, but there was a faint arrogance lingering between her eyebrows and eyes. She wore a pair of snow-white gloves that were neither gold nor iron, as thin as a cicada's wings.

"Xuesi, I have learned "The Seven-Eyed Tarantula" well recently. Today, I will let you practice this 'Seven-Eyed Tarantula'." The old man's voice was mellow and he was understated.

"Eight minutes, grandpa, I will resolve the battle in eight minutes."

Ning Xueshi knelt on one knee and opened a delicate silver-white toolbox.

The toolbox is like a Linglong Pagoda. After opening it, it is divided into seven or eight layers, with a wide range of layers, all of which are strange-shaped harvesting tools, ten times more delicate than Meng Yishan’s adze chisel and axe saw.

Swish swish swish swish swish!

The girl tapped her ten fingers, and the blade was like a butterfly, dancing on her fingertips.

Suddenly, the butterfly disappeared, she snorted and looked at the side with dissatisfaction.

Stepping on the other side of the street, someone stumbled over and ran over.

After fighting and harvesting overnight, my bladder hurts so much that my bladder is so tired that I am out of breath. Meng Chao is breathless and holds his knees and breathes heavily.

"Grandpa, there's someone."

Ning Xueshi raised her eyebrows and muttered in a low voice, "Do you understand the rules? Can I see my techniques at will?"

The old man looked up and saw the "Jiuxin" logo on Meng Chao's protective suit and the "internship" red hoop on his arm, and couldn't help but smile.

"Forget it, I'm an intern in a small private company, not a real harvester, so I naturally don't understand the rules."

The old man said gently, "These little guys in society are actually very pitiful. They have no inheritance and cannot learn exquisite skills. They are easily injured when harvesting monsters. They are all fighting for their lives.

"Since he is motivated, let him take a look at it. How much can he learn depends on his luck."

"Grandpa, your heart is getting softer and weaker recently."

Ning Xueshi glared at Meng Chao again, "Hey, the lucky little guy, who was intern nearby, but he went here to steal the teacher? It's also a bit of your vision.

"I really want to learn, just be smart. I saw that there was no tea cup next to me, so I served my tea and water, and served my grandfather. This is an opportunity that no one can grab even if others can grab it!"
Chapter completed!