Clang, clang, clang …
The roar of the machine echoed in the workshop, and the thick smell of blood and disinfectant filled the air.
Dumb walked out of the bone storage room with a black cloak draped over his shoulders. He turned around to close the metal door and skillfully bolted it.
It was already past ten o 'clock, and the sky outside the factory was already pitch black.
Dumb took out a sixth-grade language textbook from the lining of his cloak, and silently recited it with the help of the Soul Flame in his eye sockets.
Working in the slaughterhouse was a boring and tedious job. Every once in a while, he would have to repeat the same action to absorb the Soul Flame from the complete skeletons that were transported from the slaughterhouse to this room.
The Soul Flame was not a soul, and it was different from a soul.
If one had to make an analogy, the Soul Flame was the remains of a soul.
After a long time, Dumb got bored. Recently, he had to supervise Floret's learning of Chinese, so Dumb asked Gao Peng to buy him a self-learning Chinese textbook. Every day when he had nothing to do, he would read it to pass the time.
After absorbing a large amount of Soul Flame, Dumb's soul became extremely powerful, and his memory and thinking ability were not inferior to a human's.
The intelligence of a low-level monster was close to that of a wild beast, and they only had ignorant instincts. As the monster's level and grade increased, the monster's intelligence would also gradually increase.
When a monster reached the Lord tier, its intelligence was not inferior to a normal human's, but it lacked the necessary common sense and experience.
Dumb had accidentally learned of an idiom some time ago, which was to teach by example.
Therefore, he felt that learning this kind of thing could not only rely on Floret's own efforts, but also needed him to set an example as a father.
After a while, he walked out of the villa and put the textbook back into his pocket. Dumb strode out, and his movements were light because he was very happy.
Master had promised to give Floret the Evolution Potion to let Floret continue to evolve.
The Red River Ape was naturally good, and Dumb was once a Red River Ape, so he naturally did not have any prejudice against it. However, the Red River Ape did not have an advantage in terms of longevity, and this was what Dumb had always been worried about.
It had a very long lifespan. As an undead monster, there was no doubt about that.
Floret did not want to see the day where the white-haired ape would lose to the red-haired ape. To solve this problem, he needed to increase Floret's grade. If Floret could become a Commander-tier or even a Lord-tier monster, he would not have to worry about this anymore.
Dumb didn't know if Floret had used any potions or not, so he hastened his steps.
"Dumb." Someone called him from behind.
Dumb turned its neck 180 degrees and saw Gao Peng waving at it from behind.
"Master."
Dumb strode towards Gao Peng.
"Don't worry, I've already concocted Floret's advancement potion, but there's something I need you to do."
Dumb nodded firmly. "Master, please tell me."
"There are two undead that need you to revive." Gao Peng smiled mysteriously.
Dumb nodded and did not ask any more questions. He followed Gao Peng into the small forest.
After passing through the small forest, there was a spacious open space. The space was surrounded by dense vegetation that blocked the view.
Under the dim moonlight, there were two skeletons, one big and one small, lying quietly on the open space.
The big skeleton was more than ten meters long. Its bones were as thin as thorns, and its leg bones were extremely thick. There was also a pair of huge bone wings that extended diagonally from both sides. The only thing that was shocking was the tailbone on its back. It was supposed to be a dense fan-shaped tail bone, but now it was full of bumps and hollows. There were a few places that were broken into two, and cracks penetrated through the bones.
Not far from this large skeleton was a much smaller skeleton. It was about four meters long and had thick bones, especially the slender and thick arm bones that were like two battering rams. A pair of short and thick bone spurs were folded inwards on the back of the skeleton.
Even though they were already dead, the two skeletons still emitted a powerful aura. Their white bones sparkled under the moonlight.
Dumby didn't say anything. It didn't ask where the two skeletons came from. It just raised its right hand, and a ball of dense Soul Fire gushed out from its palm. The huge Soul Fire swept out in all directions.
Dumb circled the bigger skeleton for a long time, but there was no reaction. He shook his head. He was not strong enough to transform this skeleton.
Dumb was only level 43, and the Wooden Peacock was level 44. Dumb could only transform skeletons that were not higher than his level.
Dumb could transform the level 42 Winged Thunder Ape, but Dumb could transform it. White Soulfire flowed through the gaps between the skeletons like flowing water, and finally enveloped the Winged Thunder Ape.
The Soulfire hidden in the Winged Thunder Ape's skull and bones were drawn out and devoured by Dumb's Soulfire.
A low murmur echoed in Dumby's ears. At the same time, memory fragments flashed through the depths of Dumby's eyes like flowing lights and phantoms.
Dumby was indifferent. It had seen this kind of thing too many times. Every Soul Flame that was absorbed would have these "residues."
To Dumby, these things were residue and could not be absorbed in large quantities. This was because these were memory fragments left behind in the skeleton. They contained the memory fragments of other monsters. If Dumby absorbed too much of them, it could cause mental confusion.
Dumb was like a cold and precise surgeon, manipulating a scalpel to cut off diseased rotten meat.
Pieces of memory fragments were picked out one by one and then thrown out.
These fragments were not supposed to be solid, but the moment they came into contact with the air, they melted like snow thrown into a furnace. They emitted a hazy glow as they melted in the air, like transparent bubbles. They were originally transparent, but under the illumination of the sun, they glowed with rainbow colors.
Under the silver moonlight, the fragments of memories expanded slowly, like ink dripping into a lake, gradually twisting and pulling.
A brown furry monkey walked unsteadily in the cage. It poked its head out from the gaps of the cage and stared curiously at the strange thing with two legs.
The leaves rustled in its ears, and the sunlight was sliced into pieces by the leaves. The slightly larger monkey pounced on it curiously, and the caretaker's hearty laughter could be heard from afar.
With the arrival of the Cataclysm, the surrounding animals roared in anger. The caretaker hugged a bunch of keys as he walked through the garden, unlocking one lock after another. "Go! Go! Go quickly! "
When the Monkey Mountain was opened, all the monkeys ran out impatiently. Only the monkey curiously stared at the man who came to feed them every day. It scratched its head and thought for a moment. Then, it climbed onto the man's shoulder and hugged his neck. Seeing him turn his head in surprise, the monkey laughed evilly …
The memory came to an abrupt end.
This was the deepest memory of the Winged Thunder Ape.
Even though it was dead, this was the most important thing that was engraved in its body.
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