One hundred twenty-six. Cremation furnace

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At the end of the conveyor belt, the glowing furnace radiated scorching heat. Its redness was intense, ominously intense.

Lu Li was sent into the kitchen as if he were fish meat.

And before long, he would become mince on the other end of the conveyor belt, turning into food for someone unknown.

The conveyor belt rumbled on, and the first to fall were the piled-up fish corpses, scattering across the entire belt.

Lu Li was one of them.

Waiting to recover before acting became pointless, Lu Li marshaled his strength, using the only part of him that could move—his head and neck—to shift his body slowly towards the edge.

The sound of chopping was clear in his ear, yet Lu Li didn't look at those dark, monstrous shadows. Just by listening to the frequency of the cleavers falling, he could guess that the fish corpses passing before them were turned into mush.