Chapter 167

The air seemed to solidify.

At this moment, accompanied by Ji Jue's words, pair after pair of bloodshot, fanatical eyes seemed to burn with flames as they looked toward Lian Cheng; all he could feel was a sense of suffocation.

Those gazes were like life-taking ropes, looping around his neck one by one.

Gradually tightening.

Amidst the chill, there was no way to escape.

But the deformed creatures that had previously been like puppets, allowing themselves to be ordered around and fooled, had now, under Ji Jue's manipulation, become the blades hanging over his own head...

The sudden change had already made Lian Cheng feel as if he had fallen into hell.

He still remembered a few days ago, when his plan began to be implemented, the vibrant, flourishing state of the entire Time Ruins, but now, how had it suddenly turned into his own burial ground?

Drenched in sweat.

Lian Cheng stared fixedly at Ji Jue on the other side of the table, breathing heavily, wishing he could immediately turn into that calamity beast on the second floor, open his mouth, and gnaw this damn little bastard to death right here, chew his bones, eat his flesh, and make him wail for a long time without release!

But now, if he hesitated any longer, it would probably be he himself who would be smashed to pieces.

He had, no choice left.

"Al... right."

He forced the sound out from between his teeth, trying hard to maintain a smile, but there was no mirror, and he couldn't see how abstract and reluctant his smile was at this moment.

Then, immediately after, he saw Ji Jue, on the other side of the table in front of him... slowly raise his hands.

Enthusiastically, he offered applause.

Then, one round of applause after another overlapped, making the applause thunderous and the cheers like a tide in this eerie conference room. The dean and other physicians couldn't help but raise their hands to wipe their faces, their eyes blurred with tears, cheering for this holy sacrifice.

Amidst the cheers and applause, the two looked at each other across the table.

The same smiles, yet clearly distinct, as if hypocrisy and reality were reflecting each other, making Lian Cheng even more disheveled. And when they looked at each other, ferocity and calmness touched for a moment.

Lian Cheng widened his eyes, firmly imprinting that disgusting smile in his heart.

Cold sweat dripping down his back.

Only now did he feel an uncontrollable chill, filling his body and soul.

He had already stepped one foot off the cliff, and the other foot was also in precarious danger...

Under the gaze and laughter of many deformed creatures, he had no way back and could only move forward.

Next, just like how he didn't know how he had walked into the conference room.

Surrounded by many figures, Lian Cheng, like a walking corpse, walked involuntarily toward the deepest part of the inpatient building, beneath the hanging flesh tumor, among the countless wailing faces.

Just like a cult's temple, one oddly shaped physician after another surrounded him, clapping, offering praise and smiles.

Watching the brand-new sacrifice walk toward the altar on his own.

Under the pale light, that prisoner's chair, shaped like an electric chair.

Layers of blood-colored marks overlapped; no one knew how long it had been, dried and scabbed, turning into a shocking black-red.

"This is the call of the heart, this is the dedication of love..."

At the very front of the many physicians, the dean wiped away the blood-tears that seemed unable to stop, clapping, praising, and singing: "This is the spring breeze of the human world, this is the source of life..."

"Even the Grim Reaper recoils, the flower of happiness blooms everywhere..."

Amidst the wailing of human faces rising and falling among the countless flesh, many teary-eyed physicians followed: "Ah, as long as everyone offers a little love, the world will become a beautiful human world!"

Singing over and over again, cheering over and over again, yet it made one feel not a shred of warmth.

Only those pairs of scarlet eyes stared fixedly at the two people about to walk onto the stage, already, unable to wait.

Lian Cheng swallowed his saliva, taking a deep breath.

But immediately after, he heard the voice behind him that made him start to feel habitually cold all over, carrying a hint of playfulness and mockery: "If you admit defeat and surrender now, kneeling and begging for mercy, there's still room for regret."

Lian Cheng stiffened, but then looked back and glared, squeezing the sound out from between his teeth: "Dream on!"

"Then pretend I didn't say anything."

Ji Jue still smiled, looking forward: "By the way, I was lying to you just now; even if you were crying and kneeling on the ground begging me right now, it wouldn't be any use.

However, you shouldn't take such an obvious lie seriously, right?"

Visibly, Lian Cheng's body trembled, violently, taking deep breaths, his face rapidly turning red, then becoming iron-blue.

In his eye sockets, layers of bloodshot veins burst, becoming even more scarlet.

I want to kill you!!!

I must kill you!

Even if the Supreme Good came, it would be useless; right here in this Time Ruins, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces...

"I want to tear you into ten thousand pieces..."

Ji Jue suddenly asked: "Is that what you were thinking just now?"

Lian Cheng didn't speak again.

Amidst this astonishment and shock, he restrained himself from looking back.

It was just the chill of rage, now uncontrollable, spreading out...

"Please, senior."

Ji Jue stepped forward, gesturing with his hand: "A beautiful dedication is right at hand."

Lian Cheng stiffly raised his hand, shoved him aside roughly, stepped forward, and just like that, amidst countless cheers, sat on the 'electric chair'.

As pale lights, like shadowless lamps, shone down, that twisted face seemed to become compassionate and holy.

The dean walked up and closed the cold shackles.

Hands, legs, neck.

Completely shackled.

And all around, the applause continued, the singing never ceased.

The sound of clapping rang out again, uniform and orderly, one, then another, then another... the giant human-faced tumor, which had black swords and blades thrust into it, actually began to pulse along with the applause.

Like a heart.

Countless faces emerged from it, flesh wriggling like palms, seeping out from the rot and dryness, crawling in thin strands, moving up along the electric chair.

Finally, it completely pierced into the back of Lian Cheng's neck.

At that moment, an unprecedented, shrill scream erupted from the inpatient building, so high-pitched, as if all the souls that could not die were now using his lungs and tongue to let out a desperate wail.

Spasms, twitching,

Bulging veins crawled up from under his neck, extending onto his face.

Tears, snot, saliva, and even other bodily fluids all flowed out uncontrollably; Lian Cheng twitched violently, and on his face, an eye actually opened once more.

His entire body's flesh changed constantly, like a monster under his skin wriggling in anger.

Undying Malady, implantation complete!

But this gift from the White Hall was even more terrifying and heavy than he had expected...

In the Sin-Transforming Sect, all core members had basically received the erosion of higher-level sins. Through long years of coexistence, they had gained stronger resistance than ordinary Chosen.

And even changes deep into their bone marrow.

It could be said, completely inhuman.

The matrix after being subjected to the deformity of sin-objects had also completely departed from the Supreme Good, turning instead toward the vortex. Its axis was the grace of sin-objects, even more violent and unreasonable than what the Supreme Good bestowed, and at the same time, even more cruel.

You must know, there is compatibility even among the Supreme Good; the Heavenly Origin and the White Deer would fight like cats and dogs, the Heart Pivot and the Ascension never saw eye to eye, the Desolate Ruins and the Mirror could not coexist by nature...

The repulsion and friction among the Nine Sins would only be worse!

After experiencing the transformation of different higher-level sins, and then being eroded by the Undying Malady, Lian Cheng now felt as if his body had become a battlefield between those two violent wills, about to be torn apart in an instant.

Strips of flesh tentacles extended from his body and mouth and nose, dancing wildly, and his body was also rapidly expanding and alienating.

The electric chair shook violently, almost being completely torn apart by him.

But soon, the dean reached out, took a pitch-black sharp blade pulled from the tumor, aimed it at his wide-open mouth, and thrust it down suddenly.

Buried to the hilt!

Blood gushed like a spring, the wailing became even shriller.

But strangely, under the piercing of the sharp blade, the deformity actually stopped, large areas of flesh withered and turned to ash, leaving only a severely alienated, unrecognizable body, as if on the verge of death, still twitching and spasming unconsciously.

The worsening of the Undying Malady, was it contained?!

Ji Jue leaned in, examining it carefully.

He reached into Lian Cheng's mouth, gripped the hilt, and pulled it out a bit... immediately, the screaming erupted again, shrill crying, and then he shoved the hilt back in, and immediately the alienation stopped, leaving him on the verge of death.

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It really works!

His eyebrows raised, and he clicked his tongue in wonder.

If there weren't so many physicians watching nearby, he would have wanted to pull it out and stick it back in to try it again; just watching it as a show and listening to the noise would have been nice.

It's just a pity there was no such opportunity.

But just from the momentary touch, he still felt the eerie aura contained on the sharp blade.

Without a doubt, just like the Undying Malady, it was also a trace of sin-transformation!

Using another type of sin-transformation belonging to the Nine Sins to forcibly suppress the condition of the Undying Malady and reduce it.

It was like drinking poison to quench thirst, fighting poison with poison!

On the surface, it was indeed useful.

But it would only be a little...

Even if the curse on the blade temporarily killed the vast majority of cells, even if only a single infected cell remained, it would still rapidly recover.

Moreover, when it recovered, it would erode the flesh and soul even more severely, making the condition even worse.

The reason it hadn't worsened for so long was simply because in the inpatient building, all the infected people aggregated into one body were already terminally ill, too heavy to be heavier!

No, that treatment method...

It was more like a transformation!

Relying solely on the perception and feedback from the Non-Attack in that split second, perhaps an ordinary person would still find it hard to conclude, but for Ji Jue, it was so familiar.

It was like relying on the hotbed of the Undying Malady, using this deformed life as a foundation, to transform into a brand-new appearance!

That method sounded so familiar.

Where had he seen it?

He pinched his chin, and amidst his deep thought, an old face with a cackling laugh appeared before his eyes!

—Lawrence!!!

Using life as a foundation, implanting foreign objects, achieving transformation, and obtaining results.

This line of thinking was exactly the same as the Vortex Implantation Method!

Even if the methods and forms were different, it was just replacing the 【Fetus】 and 【Vessel】 with patients of the Undying Malady, and the 【Fruit】 that was formed had become something even more dangerous!

He never expected that after so long, Lawrence's value would still be rising!

It's just that, the Sin-Transforming Sect, the Dragon Sacrifice Society...

Does this mean you bunch of dog-shit villains have some kind of villain technology exchange meeting?!

And in this brief gap, on the electric chair, that face, which had been streaming with tears and snot, finally returned to calm, waking up from the pain and torment.

Even when helped up, he still used all his strength to raise his head.

Staring fixedly at Ji Jue, even more resentful.

"Next, it's your turn!"

In an instant, all the physicians' eerie gazes looked toward Ji Jue, and amidst this malice that had almost condensed into substance, Ji Jue felt as if it were just a breeze blowing against his face.

He smiled slightly.

"Alright."

He raised his hands, straightened his collar, and put the messy sundries in his pockets, such as a signature pen, a notepad, and a bracelet, to the side.

Just like that, he stepped forward and walked toward the electric chair.

"Come on, hurry up."

He rubbed his little hands, eager to try: "I've been dying to dedicate my life to the medical cause!"

That nonchalant appearance made Lian Cheng's heart tighten, and he widened his eyes. Not knowing where the strength came from, he pushed away those helping him, stumbled up, and raised his hand to grope.

Face, hands, body.

When he wanted to touch more, he was grabbed by Ji Jue.

"That's enough, that's enough, touching more would be impolite!"

"..."

Lian Cheng was stunned, unable to understand.

It wasn't an illusion? And there were no tricks or shortcuts. He could even feel that the person in front of him was a genuine Chosen, with no aura of sin-transformation on his entire body.

But where was the problem?

How did he dare?

There's a ghost!

There must be a ghost!

But there wasn't enough time for him to find any new clues; a physician had already walked up to fasten the shackles and chains for Ji Jue.

Ji Jue calmly let them operate, even singing along with the other physicians: "In the wasteland without love~ the Grim Reaper recoils~ the flower of happiness blooms everywhere~"

Hey, don't say, this song actually sounds quite warm!

"You..."

Right in front of him, Director Qian, who was personally putting the shackles on him, paused, and the face that had been filled with an exaggerated smile seemed to change for a moment.

It was as if he wanted to say something.

Looking at him.

But in the end, he was wordless, patting him on the shoulder.

"You're good."

He said, "You are the best among all the residents I have ever trained."

"Everything for the patient, right?"

Ji Jue smiled.

Director Qian turned and left, his figure merging into the many white-clad deformed creatures, no longer clearly distinguishable. Only the increasingly fanatical singing echoed, and the eerie giant tumor above his head pulsed in bursts.

Flesh spread, tentacles extended.

Moving up along the electric chair, in an instant, it pierced into Ji Jue's spinal cord!

It was cold and cool, with an unexpectedly stimulating sensation...

Ji Jue blinked.

Lian Cheng also blinked, blinked again, and couldn't help but want to lean in—no screaming, no wailing, not even any abnormality, not even the frequency of his breathing changed...

Clearly, the inoculation of the Undying Malady had already begun!

At this moment, when all eyes looked at Ji Jue, no one saw that behind them, among the pile of sundries Ji Jue had casually tossed aside, a spiritual spider the size of a fingernail crawled out from a pen cap, carrying a thin roll of records, and made off with it.

And on the electric chair, Ji Jue's expression finally changed.

Lian Cheng widened his eyes, unable to help but want to laugh out loud.

He heard Ji Jue open his mouth and let out a burp.

"Has it started?"

Ji Jue, who should have been screaming and wailing, looked up curiously at the dean: "I don't feel anything; is it because the patient hasn't eaten?"