First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 280: Containment of Mourning Garb, Kitchen God Save Me!!

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Billowing black smoke rose into the sky, blotting out the sun.

The clashing fate-force that had been barely able to restrain Lu Ding's movement—

was now completely overwhelmed as Spiritual Qi surged in reverse.

A far more powerful aura erupted from the ground.

Compared to it, the fate-force of Mourning Garb was like a child’s toy.

The pressure soared to the heavens.

Inside the black smoke, a massive form shattered the incoming fate-force with brute strength.

“Break more space, huh?! Let me see you squeeze now!!!”

Within the black smoke that connected heaven and earth—

a colossal arm, dozens of meters long, came crashing down with a palm strike.

The white funeral procession, with all its flutes and drums—

was scattered like monkeys from a falling tree under the sudden surge of terrifying aura.

Then—

BOOOOM!!!!

A massive palmprint cratered into the ground.

The funeral procession disintegrated into black smoke.

The coffin lid bounced—something inside was trying to get out.

Lu Ding stretched his hand wide and seized it in a death grip:

“You didn’t come out earlier—now you don’t get to come out at all!”

He clutched the coffin. Whatever was inside had no power to resist, completely suppressed—

only able to writhe helplessly inside.

Lu Ding turned with the coffin in hand, sweeping away the smoke with his movement.

He revealed his Divine Avatar’s true form—

wrathful expression, divine manifestation—only slaying, no salvation.

Streamers fluttered behind him as he scanned the human realm with disdain.

Then, using the coffin like a floorboard, he smashed it straight into the red wedding procession.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP...

Four or five consecutive smashes.

Dead men carrying coffins, paper men carrying bridal sedans—

all turned to dust, scattered like faint smoke on the breeze.

From the broken sedan,

a figure with a red veil peeked out from the gap in the joyous carriage.

The curtain lifted—

it tried to crawl out.

Lu Ding reached out and grabbed it tightly.

One of the Four Pillars Fate Gods, Mourning Garb,

also known as Mourning Garb Fate or Mourning Garb Ghost,

commonly appeared during weddings—great joy met with great sorrow.

New brides were the easiest targets for this thing.

So now, the overlapping wedding and funeral scenes

were the final step in the Mourning Garb’s ritual.

The figure in the wedding sedan—

was a girl who had already been consumed by the Mourning Garb Fate,

now a part of it.

In other words—she was a spiritual medium, essentially a wraith, indispensable to the spell.

As for the coffin from the funeral procession—

that was the Mourning Garb's main body.

These two—front and back, east and west—

once merged, the Mourning Garb would be complete.

In theory,

the way to stop it was to prevent their fusion.

But Lu Ding?

He grabbed both the coffin and the sedan,

hauled them a hundred meters into the air,

and with both hands squeezed them together.

SQUEEEEEEZE!!!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack...

“Come on, fuse!! Let me see your inseparable, soul-bound fusion!!”

“You like rescuing people so much? Try rescuing now!!!”

As his palms pressed and ground them together,

shards of coffin and sedan rained down from the sky.

In the giant hands,

fate-force seeped through his fingers,

and the creature within—

struggled, roared, howled in pain!!

That crunching sound made your teeth ache just to hear.

Feng Shang, fleeing in the distance, felt a sudden pull in his heart.

He turned and saw the terrifying sight.

Fear surged in his chest.

What the h*ll was that thing!!?

A Si Ming Divine Avatar?

No—Si Ming Avatars don’t look like that.

This one had a physical form!

Could it be one of Lu Ding’s secret techniques?

That shout Lu Ding gave just moments ago—he’d heard it too.

Heaven-Taking, Earth-Manifesting!

Right! That’s what it was!

But what was Heaven-Taking, Earth-Manifesting?

Feng Shang had no idea.

He hadn’t even heard of it before.

While he stared at Lu Ding’s divine form—

Lu Ding looked right back.

Their gazes met. Feng Shang’s spine went cold.

In that instant—he finally understood what it meant when they said:

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you."

He turned and stumbled toward the village center.

Watching all this—

Lu Ding continued grinding Mourning Garb,

feeling its presence—

or rather, its life force—being crushed under his palms.

He strode toward the village.

By now, all the ordinary villagers had been cleared out.

He didn’t have to worry about Heaven-Taking, Earth-Manifesting hurting innocents.

He took a step—

the earth shook, the mountains trembled.

Wherever his foot landed, the hardened ground dented into a deep footprint.

Buildings collapsed and shattered.

No problem.

He’d pay. He’d pay for everything.

Lu Ding’s compensation budget was going up—

today, he was going all-out.

He could afford it.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

He kept striding forward.

Watching Feng Shang flee in panic—

he really did look like a dog with nowhere to go.

Lu Ding stood tall beneath the heavens and shouted with a booming voice that shattered the clouds:

“Run. Run faster. And keep listening to the gut-wrenching screams of the Mourning Garb you worked so hard to raise—screaming in agony in my hands!”

As he spoke, he clenched his fist.

The Mourning Garb let out a perfectly timed, bloodcurdling screech.

“ROAAARRRRR!!!!”

【Contained Creature: Mourning Garb】

【Containment Reward: Mourning Garb Timing Pillar】

【Mourning Garb Timing Pillar: Locks Time on the Target】

A creature from The Book of Forbidden Sayings.

After experiencing the effects of the Mourning Garb Timing Pillar,

Lu Ding could only say—this thing was twisted.

Whoever got struck by the pillar—

depending on the damage and spiritual judgment—

If the judgment and injury were mild,

the targeted body part would become dead flesh,

unable to move or circulate Qi anymore.

But if the damage and judgment were severe,

then the person would fall into endless grief,

the kind of despair and sorrow felt when mourning a lost family member.

That grief of donning mourning garb at a funeral—it would crush their soul.

Though of course, this varied from person to person.

Some people were naturally cold-hearted—

to them, this pillar might not have much effect.

But it didn’t matter.

With the Mourning Garb Timing Pillar as a start,

Lu Ding now looked forward to seeing what the other three Fate Gods might drop.

Who knows—

maybe the full set of Four Pillars Fate Gods would unlock a combo skill, a set bonus.

Now, as for Feng Shang—

Compared to heartbreak,

what filled Feng Shang’s heart right now was sheer shock!

How did Lu Ding even know it was the Mourning Garb?!

Hadn’t they checked? There was no record of it in the 749 Bureau’s data!

Why didn’t anyone else recognize it—but Lu Ding did?!

It made no sense!

The question festered in his mind—

but there was no one who could give him an answer.

Up ahead was the central plaza.

There, Deputy Director Chu was locked in a fierce battle against the two Deputy Leaders of the Tianli Cult.

Spells flashed and fists flew.

Yet Chu was completely unscathed,

while the two Deputy Leaders were battered and bloodied.

The two shouted at the top of their lungs:

“Feng Shang! Are you done yet!!?”

“We can’t hold on much longer!”

Feng Shang, staggering toward the giant kitchen altar,

heard the call—

and cursed furiously in his heart:

Idiots!!

The entire Tianli Cult—idiots from top to bottom!!

Why the hell would you yell that out loud?!

Are you trying to announce to everyone that I still have a trump card?!

And sure enough—

the moment Huangji, one of the Deputy Leaders, shouted—

Deputy Director Chu immediately ramped up his Spiritual Qi output.

The ground trembled faster and harder.

His towering figure—impossible to describe with mere words—charged forward, carrying a wave of unbearable pressure.

Seeing this scene,

Feng Shang’s three souls and seven spirits were so scared,

only one soul and one spirit remained.

He formed a seal and raised both hands above his head,

stomping the ground hard:

“Kitchen God—save me!!”

Feng Shang knew—

if he didn’t go all out now,

he’d die before his plan ever succeeded.

As sparks ignited on his body,

a divine ritual tablet, wreathed in firelight,

burst forth from his crown and slowly ascended to the heavens...