jdhmnovel Chapter 371 Acquaintances (Page 12)
Chapter 371 Acquaintances (Page 12)
"Were we killed... by a person and a dog?"
Jiang Er's spirit flickered slightly, as if trying to recall that terrifying scene.
"dog??"
Everyone gasped in surprise, their faces filled with disbelief. Baili Pangpang even picked at his ear, wondering if he had misheard.
"After I was killed, I transformed into an electromagnetic state..." Jiang Er's spirit trembled slightly, her voice filled with the shudder of someone who had survived a catastrophe, "They didn't know I was still 'alive,' so... I overheard their conversation!"
She took a deep breath (even though spirits don't need to breathe), and fear flashed in her eyes—
"That person... calls that dog 'First Seat'!"
"what?!"
Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted, and the power of the [Mortal Divine Realm] fluctuated uncontrollably.
The others gasped, their breath catching in their throats for a moment.
"The First Seat of Believers... is a dog?!" Shen Qingzhu's cigarette fell directly to the ground.
"Oh no! No, that's not it!" Jiang Er stamped her feet in frustration (even though spirits don't have feet), "It's not a dog at all! That thing is—"
Her voice suddenly lowered, as if just saying the name was enough to send chills down one's spine—
"Wind Vein Earth Dragon!"
"It was disguised as a dog, but just as we let our guard down..."
Her spirit fluctuated violently, her electromagnetic field became chaotic, as if that memory was too terrifying for even an electromagnetic life form to withstand—
"It directly reveals the true form of the 'Klein' realm!"
"boom--!!"
As she described it, the scene of the world's destruction seemed to appear before everyone's eyes—
A seemingly ordinary mongrel suddenly swelled up, its flesh twisted, and its bones shattered! In an instant, it transformed into a colossal dragon the size of a mountain, its scales like blades, its wings blotting out the sky!
"It just blew a light breath..." Jiang Er's voice trembled, "Our forbidden energy... has completely failed!"
"Then……"
Her spirit flickered violently, as if on the verge of collapse—
"It tore the captain's body apart with a single claw..."
"He bit off the vice-captain's neck in one gulp..."
With a sweep of its tail, the other people's bodies were torn to pieces like rags!
Dead silence.
The room was eerily quiet, with only the heavy breathing of the people inside.
"Earthworm……"
Suddenly, Zhou Ping, who had been silent all along, spoke. His voice was soft, but it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
"One of the most powerful beings in the 'mysterious' realm, divided into four lineages—"
His fingers lightly traced the blade of the sword, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as the starry sky—
"Earth veins, wind veins, soil veins, illusion veins."
“Wind Vein Earth Dragon…” His voice suddenly turned cold, “Mastering the wind, a special racial talent, can disperse spiritual power and suppress forbidden realms.”
"What?!" Baili Pangpang's face turned pale. "Does that mean... we're completely defenseless against it?"
"Ah."
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, suddenly chuckled, a dangerous glint flashing in his dragon eyes—
"What's there to be afraid of?" He casually cracked his wrists, his knuckles popping like beans. "Don't I still have a body?"
Everyone: "..."
"You think everyone's like you, you freak?!" Baili Pangpang shouted in despair, "Without the Forbidden Ruins, what's the difference between us and salted fish?!"
Zhou Ping glanced indifferently at the crowd, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power—
"Spiritual power is as vast as the starry sky and the ocean..."
A hint of sword intent emanated from his fingertips, and the surrounding air instantly froze—
"Nature stands firm and unmoved, unafraid of wind and rain."
"..."
Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh—
"So, the first seat of the Ancient Gods Church... is a dragon that can turn into a dog?"
A chilling killing intent ignited in his eyes, and the power of the [Mortal Divine Realm] surged within him—
"very good……"
"I'll remember this debt!"
...
Night fell, and dark clouds covered the sky.
Zhou Ping walked alone to a corner, condensed a wisp of sword energy at his fingertips, and lightly drew it across the void—
"Om-"
An invisible communication channel was established instantly.
"Hello, it's me." His voice was deep and calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Squad 008... wiped out."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the heavy breathing of the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch.
"Who did it?"
"The First Seat of the Ancient God Church." Zhou Ping's gaze swept over the bloodstains covering the room, "...and a dog."
"……dog?"
"Wind Vein Earth Dragon".
The sound of a teacup shattering came from the other end of the phone.
---
Meanwhile, inside the funeral home.
Lin Qiye and the others silently carried the bodies of the 008 team members.
Each mutilated body was carefully placed into a coffin, their gloves soaked with blood, but no one spoke.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and a heavy sense of sorrow.
until--
They came to Jiang Er's body.
“This…” Baili Pangpang’s hand froze in mid-air as he looked at the mangled body that was almost torn in two, his throat tightening.
Jiang Er's spirit floated to the side, her electromagnetic field fluctuating violently, indicating her extremely unstable emotions.
She looked at her twisted and shattered corpse, her spirit trembling slightly, as if it might collapse at any moment.
"What...what should I do?" Her voice had a hissing quality, like a radio with a poor signal. "My [spiritual field] restricts me from leaving the corpse by even a kilometer...am I just supposed to watch myself rot forever?"
Everyone was silent.
At this time-
"I come."
An Qingyu pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light.
He stepped forward slowly and took out a set of sophisticated surgical instruments from a metal case he carried with him.
“I’m a professional in this area.” His voice was eerily calm.
Everyone: "..."
Although no one spoke, the same thought flashed through everyone's mind:
"How could a freakish scientist who does anatomical dissections not be professional?"
---
Three hours later.
When An Qingyu put down the last needle, the entire room fell silent.
Jiang Er's body—the body that had been torn to pieces—now lay quietly in the coffin, as if asleep.
Every wound was perfectly stitched up, and every inch of skin was as smooth as new.
Even the smallest blood vessels and nerves are precisely connected with the aid of the "one correct solution".
"This..." Baili Pangpang's mouth gaped open, his fat face trembling, "Did you treat him like a figurine and fix him up?"
Shen Qingzhu dropped her cigarette on the ground: "I'll never offend this pervert again..."
Jiang Er's spirit slowly floated above the coffin.
As she looked at her body, now restored to its original state, the electromagnetic field suddenly calmed down, emitting a soft blue light.
"Thank...thank you." Her voice choked with emotion. "I look...like I'm still alive."
An Qingyu wiped the sweat from her forehead and calmly put away her tools: "You're welcome, it's just an occupational hazard."
Lin Qiye suddenly frowned: "Wait, since the corpse has been repaired..."
All eyes immediately focused on Jiang Er's spirit.
"Can you go back?"
Jiang Er's spirit trembled slightly, then slowly descended, attempting to touch her own corpse—
"Fuck!"
A blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and her spirit was violently thrown back!
"No!" An Qingyu quickly analyzed, "Although the body has been repaired, her vital signs cannot be restored. She is now a pure electromagnetic life form."
The room fell silent again.
Sudden--
"Snapped!"
Zhang Yun, dressed in red, snapped his fingers, a hint of amusement flashing in his dragon eyes: "Simple, just find an electrical appliance to possess, right?"
Everyone: "???"
Jiang Er's spirit: "..."
five minutes later.
An old-fashioned radio was placed on the coffin, and Jiang Er's spirit reluctantly floated inside.
"Zzz... rustling... is this alright?" Her muffled voice came from the radio.
Baili Pangpang was trembling from trying not to laugh: "How about... we get you a smart speaker? The kind that can sing?"
"Baili Pangpang!" The radio suddenly blasted at full volume. "Believe it or not, I'll electrocute you!!"
"boom!"
A high-voltage electric arc struck the fat man directly on the head, turning his hair into an afro.
Everyone: "..."
Lin Qiye rubbed his temples: "At least... the problem is solved."
No sooner had he finished speaking than An Qingyu suddenly pushed up her glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold light: "It's not that simple!"
The temperature in the entire room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
“She is currently relying on the ability of the [Spiritual Field] to maintain her existence,” An Qingyu’s voice was as sharp as a scalpel, “but the source of this ability is the pineal gland region in her brain.”
He walked slowly toward the old-fashioned radio, tapping the casing lightly with his fingertips, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.
“Once her brain starts to rot…” An Qingyu suddenly grabbed the radio, her voice rising sharply, “within three days at most! She’ll be like a radio that’s lost its power—”
"Fuck!"
He abruptly pressed the switch, and the radio stopped abruptly.
Deathly silence.
Baili Pangpang's fat face twitched violently, Shen Qingzhu's cigarette butt fell to the ground, and Cao Yuan's fists clenched so tightly they cracked. Even the usually calm Zhou Ping frowned slightly.
Jiang Er's electromagnet vibrated violently in the radio, emitting a piercing electrical sound.
"but..."
An Qingyu suddenly revealed a strange smile, a smile that sent chills down everyone's spine.
"Jiang Er, do you want... immortality?"
"Holy crap!" Baili Pangpang jumped up. "An Qingyu, can you stop breathing so loudly?! I'm about to have a heart attack!"
Lin Qiye's temples throbbed, and the power of the [Mortal Divine Realm] nearly spiraled out of control: "You'd better explain yourself..."
Three hours later.
laboratory.
Under the stark white operating lights, Jiang Er's body lay quietly on the autopsy table.
Wearing rubber gloves and holding a scalpel that gleamed coldly, An Qingyu looked like a mad scientist.
(No, it seems like he always was, JPG!)
“Based on my research…” his voice echoed in the sealed laboratory, “as long as we connect the pineal gland to a quantum computer and then inject liquid memory metal…”
The scalpel precisely cut open the scalp, revealing the grayish-white cerebral cortex.
"Then we'll implant nanoscale electrodes here..."
A metal probe, as thin as a hair, slowly pierces the brain tissue, emitting a teeth-grinding "squeaking" sound.
"Finally, I used my [unique correct solution] for microscopic reconstruction..."
His eyes suddenly turned an eerie silver-white, with countless streams of data flashing in his pupils.