Chapter 168: Try it and you shall die

Lian Cheng sneered.

In this world, there is a condition known as having a stiff mouth.

Some people, even if they had green plum extract in their mouths, acupressure boards under their chests, a two-hundred-plus-pound big sister stepping on their backs, their legs being serviced by fascia knives, and maximum-power electrodes simulating childbirth attached to their stomachs... even if they were already gasping for air and on the verge of death, they would still lift their heads, widen their eyes, and issue a soul-searching interrogation:

"Did you not eat?!"

Even if the present world exploded, the Supreme Good and the Nine Evils vanished, and the universe was destroyed, that mouth of his, harder than a duck's, would still drift in the infinite void, chattering incessantly.

Heh, bluffing, putting on an act... is it useful?!

The real torture is still to come!

Lian Cheng looked down contemptuously, glanced, and then couldn't help but... look again, look again, widened his eyes, leaned in, and took a few more looks.

He scrutinized that smiling face that made one wish to tear it to shreds.

From beginning to end, there wasn't even a hint of change.

It's an act!

It is absolutely, fucking, an act!

But looking at it...

Lian Cheng used every means of observation, yet still despairingly discovered—it really doesn't look like one!

Expression, heartbeat, muscles, all were without any fluctuation; there were no signs of tension, and even the spiritual quality had not fluctuated from beginning to end; it was calm and composed.

It was as if he were lying down listening to pingtan, and he even wanted to yawn.

This isn't right!

This is impossible!

A tremendous sense of absurdity emerged from Lian Cheng's heart; he wanted to rush up and give Ji Jue two big slaps: What the hell are you pretending for!

Why?!

I have followed the Nine Evils for generations, risking my life to enter the pass, and in the end, I still have to be tortured to death, why do you have no reaction at all?

It's as if in a pornographic plot, everyone agreed to do some work to earn pocket money from strange elders: while he himself was in agony, tears and snot flowing, rolling his eyes and making gestures, there was a yellow-haired, dark-skinned bitch beside him calmly playing with her phone, not moving, not shouting, and when she got impatient, she would look up nonchalantly: Hmm? Are you in yet?

Instantly, the injustice of the world, the difference in ability, the separation of fate, the disparity in quality, who is the expert and who is the small fry, became clear immediately.

A great humiliation!

It is simply an unadulterated, ultimate insult!

Bitter hatred and rage surged continuously in his heart; a breath of evil could no longer be restrained, and he even wanted to rush up and punch the huge tumor of the Undying Disease a few times.

Didn't eat? Use some strength!

Bring out the stance you used to torment me just now!

Why play so pervertedly with me, but be so tender and affectionate when treating this little wild seed from who knows where?

And right above their heads, the huge tumor with countless human faces wailing suddenly erupted with a shrill shriek.

The wailing continued.

But this time, it was exceptionally painful.

Scorched marks appeared on each blurred human face, and sparks emerged from their mouths.

It was as if they were being burned by invisible flames.

Placed within a melting furnace.

Powerless to wail...

Those tentacles wrapped around Ji Jue's body trembled one by one, unable to transmit the infection and influence from the evil object at all, as if they were being bitten by many invisible monsters.

At the moment the inoculation began, the first thing to vibrate and change violently was the matrix within Ji Jue's body.

Non-Aggression.

As if in a rage.

The matrix, originally peaceful and stable, indifferently overlooking everything and controlling everything, now displayed such distinct hostility and ferocity, a pure malice toward the invading object!

Under the many influences brought by the Blessing: Spirit Primacy, even the reaction of the matrix became increasingly agile, and likewise, it became clear in its likes and dislikes.

Ji Jue, good! Blessing, good! Supreme Good, good!

Evil Foolishness, evil objects, aberration... all of you, fucking die!!!

The originally profound and aloof aura suddenly turned ferocious and violent, as if an engineer had suddenly pulled two watermelon knives out of his pocket and started hacking left and right, performing a "Musou."

Pointing at the trembling Undying Disease, the malice was as sharp as a blade—come to Ji Jue Street, don't let me see you; if I see you, I will definitely hit your face, I will definitely pull your dog head off!

It was not just the disgust that appeared from personally witnessing the scene of the previous user being eroded and tortured by the Stagnant Corruption Furnace Heart for hundreds of years, but also the hatred and violence originating from deeper, more fundamental levels.

From the very beginning of design and creation, it was meticulously established—an absolute malice toward all vortex creations!

At this moment, under the stimulation of the Undying Disease, Ji Jue could feel the Non-Aggression matrix on his hands appear for an instant, and then, the complex patterns actually began to grow on their own, spreading from beneath the flesh and blood, not only absorbing Ji Jue's spiritual quality, but after emptying more than half of the watch's spiritual quality storage in one breath, it completely enveloped Ji Jue's entire body.

Right on top of the flesh, internal organs, and bones, covering everything.

It put on a heavy suit of armor for the soul that left no gaps, isolating all internal erosion of the Undying Disease; if it weren't for the lack of blessings and spiritual quality, I'm afraid that by now, thousands of invisible hands would have already extended in reverse against the connection of flesh and blood, extending back into the tumor of the Undying Disease.

Even, without needing the cousin to take action.

That tiny bit of Undying Disease infection that had invaded Ji Jue's body had already been completely locked and sealed; it only had time to erode a little bit of spiritual quality and could not reach the soul at all.

The burden is not heavy.

It's just about the same as the consumption of maintaining one more "Deus Ex Machina" creation consciousness.

Out of consideration for the current situation, he did not immediately let his cousin completely extract this bit of aberration, but instead gathered them on his chest, revealing the pitch-black emblem of Evil Foolishness.

Other than that, there was no change at all.

No extra eye grew, nor was there any pain or torment.

Even in Ji Jue's physical sensation, even without the obstruction of Non-Aggression, the transformation of this bit of infection on himself was probably not even one-tenth of what the dragon blood had once brought.

Now it seems, he finally understood the look in his teacher's eyes that made him want to kill himself... Dragon blood is really a good thing; Lawrence's life's research crystallization was just ruined by him into a small motorcycle.

Which artisan could look at that and not vomit three liters of blood?

It can only be said that there are levels among creations; dragon blood just has too strong side effects and is easy to cause aberration, but aberration is not the result, and the Undying Disease is purely a lump... a lump!

Experiencing the aura of the Nine Evils corresponding to this 【Vortex】 so closely, Ji Jue was about to vomit. That is simply not a form that normal life can understand; no, its existence from the very beginning is a subversion and defilement of life.

The closer one gets, the more one can experience that terrifying erosiveness and infectivity.

I'm afraid it's not just blood; even droplets are enough to transmit it.

Just, the question arises again... for so long, such long research, why didn't the Undying Disease infect the physicians in the Time Ruins?

He looked up at the aberrant figures who were laughing, singing, and clapping.

The dean, rotting and swollen like a corpse; the attending physician of the infectious disease department, whose four or five strange arms were twitching constantly; Director Qian, who was simply stitched together from corpse parts.

One was more bizarre than the other, but unexpectedly, none of them had the condition of being eroded by evil objects.

Even more outrageous than Ji Jue.

Ji Jue only has high resistance and high immunity; they are more like... insulators?

Can't figure it out, can't understand.

But this does not prevent Ji Jue from enjoying the cheers and praises of the moment; is this the happiness of defecating everywhere while standing on the moral high ground? Loved it, loved it!

Will come again in the future!

Just like that, he got up from the chair lightly, calmly straightened the collar that Lian Cheng had wrinkled, and smoothed the hair hanging down to his forehead.

"So-so."

A passing Ember Artisan commented sharply: "I feel it's just okay, why is someone screaming like a screaming chicken?"

"..."

Lian Cheng gritted his teeth, restrained his anger, and said nothing.

In fact, just suppressing the spread of the Undying Disease in his body had already exhausted his strength.

Endure, endure, hide your claws and endure!

After such a long period of cultivation, the timing is almost ripe...

In his lowered eyes, a fierce look flashed and disappeared.

—After tonight, you all fucking have to die!

But beside him, Ji Jue was still chattering, but this time, it was as if he had become a different person; after circling Lian Cheng and scrutinizing him for a moment with a face full of admiration, he opened his mouth and praised:

"Oh my, it was me who was blinded by a leaf and couldn't see Mount Tai; I didn't expect the treatment method to be so useful, amazing! Truly amazing! It's breathtaking!"

Lian Cheng couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore, and even more afraid that he had some other messy tricks, he turned around and was about to flick his sleeves and leave.

But immediately after, he heard the underworld echo from behind that seemed to come from the underworld.

"However, I also have a new treatment method to propose..."

In front of all the physicians, the smiling Ji Jue suddenly opened his mouth and said: "I wonder if it can be tried?"

Lian Cheng's footsteps stopped abruptly.

Stiffened in place.

He turned his head with difficulty, only to see the box Ji Jue took out of his pocket, a box depicting layers of spiritual quality circuits to seal the inside and outside, opened to reveal a syringe already filled with medicine...

A scarlet color even better than blood surged incessantly from within the syringe, like a tide, surging and disturbing.

Just looking at that wisp of scarlet made one's soul restless involuntarily; anger, resentment, hatred, disgust, countless malice emerged from the heart.

Just this one wisp is enough to make any living creature fall into a demonic realm from which there is no return!

In an instant, the corner of Lian Cheng's eye finally cracked from the glare, revealing a trace of scarlet, like tears, about to fall sadly.

That is... that is...

That is the essence squeezed out from the fucking aberrant soul, the Nine Evils infection cultivated after infusing who knows how much spiritual quality and then purified!

—【Poison of the Mad Slaughter】!

You little bastard, you fucking...

"No!"

Lian Cheng screamed sharply, hardly realizing how terrified his voice was, "Absolutely not!!!"

At this moment, the medium of the Supreme Lord is combining with the Undying Disease; if a brand new Nine Evils poison is injected, who the hell knows what kind of monster this pot of good soup will turn into!

Dream on!

Wishful thinking!

As long as I have one breath left, don't even think about it!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, everyone must not believe the nonsense of this newcomer!" Lian Cheng scolded loudly: "Now the treatment is at a critical stage, such a dangerous thing, used for treatment without verification, if it worsens..."

"What if it worsens?"

Ji Jue interrupted him, his smile becoming more mocking: "Anyway, no matter how the situation worsens and gets worse, the final result is just 【Death】, right?"

Once the words were spoken, all the bewildered physicians were stunned for a moment, and then, a strange light of excitement appeared in their eyes.

As if, thirsty and impatient.

Death.

Perhaps for many people, death is the most terrifying thing in the world, but not here; here, death is the most luxurious gift in the world!

Under the infection of the Undying Disease, the patient's soul and flesh are aberrantly fused, and they can only wail eternally until the last moment before complete annihilation.

Forever and ever, no liberation!

But now... a shortcut to death has actually appeared before their eyes?

Simply, like a gospel!

Yes, everyone has already witnessed the newcomer's ability. And this syringe looks full of lethality, why not try it?

What if?

Maybe, the patient really dies?!

How about, try it?!

Only by trying can one die—

Starting from the dean, one physician after another circled over, bowed piously, stared fanatically at the syringe in Ji Jue's hand, almost about to worship.

"No!"

On Lian Cheng's face, veins popped up, his complexion changed, and he was instinctively still arguing: "What if the treatment method triggers a conflict! Without the premise of verification, rashly changing the method will only lead to failure!

I disagree—"

But the moment the words fell, his heart suddenly felt cold.

Uncontrollable, trembling.

It was as if he had made a crucial wrong choice, with no way back.

The other foot finally stepped off the cliff...

At that moment, he saw Ji Jue's smile again.

So gentle and happy.

Just like looking at the material waiting for a gift on the operating table...

"Precisely because of this, verification is needed."

He raised the syringe in his hand, pointed it at the dumbfounded Lian Cheng, and finally, the dagger was revealed: "Before truly applying it to the patient, isn't there a top-notch clinical test subject?"

At this very moment, within the Time Ruins, besides the patients, isn't there another mild patient who has accepted the Undying Disease and the same treatment?

Dead silence came suddenly.

When the syringe in Ji Jue's hand pointed forward, all the physicians turned their heads stiffly like puppets, the smiles on their faces still there, the scarlet pupils glowing.

Looking at the now crucial test subject.

The living sacrifice who has voluntarily stepped onto the altar.

—Lian Cheng!!!

Yes, yes, yes!

The physicians were ecstatic, the aberrant objects cheered, choked, and wept with joy.

Isn't there another one?

Isn't there another unique test subject and testing opportunity?!

Under Ji Jue's guidance and promotion, after stepping onto the altar step by step and turning himself into an experimental subject, Lian Cheng discovered in despair that he was literally 【Irreplaceable】!

From the very beginning, this was the other party's goal!

From the moment he nodded in the conference room, this moment of doom was already destined!

"Gulp..."

Lian Cheng's complexion alternated between blue and white, and he swallowed with difficulty.

When looking at Ji Jue, his eyes could no longer hide a trace of fear and... pleading?

But now, one huge black shadow after another rose from under the lights, covering his face, blocking all hope and phantom light.

"Are you trying to ask, can we reconcile?"

Ji Jue raised the syringe in his hand, flicked it slightly, and squeezed out the air bubbles: "You can ask, you can have expectations, but unfortunately, no matter how many times you answer, there will only be one answer."

Sorry, no.

No!

It's too late.

From the moment you clowns sent the Time Ruins to Yacheng... the Hell Express has already departed for you!

Now, this train has arrived on time, please all passengers pack your luggage, get off the train in an orderly manner, and welcome the warm welcome of the locals, and even, the eternal despair and torture.

"Let's begin."

At this moment, in Ji Jue's smile, the swarming physicians surrounded Lian Cheng, cheering, praising, and thanking him for his contribution and sacrifice once again.

Regardless of his struggle and resistance, they forcibly fixed him on the electric chair again.

And then, neck, hands, feet, and even the body.

The shackles and fetters of the past were locked again.

Finally, the raised syringe pushed out the last bit of droplets.

A ferocious shadow was cast from that twisted face.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid."

Ji Jue comforted him for the last time, the cold needle piercing into the flesh and blood vessels on his wrist: "After this injection, your brain will only think about dedicating yourself and saving people."

At that moment, the syringe was pushed to the end.

The Poison of the Mad Slaughter was completely submerged.

And then, what rang out... was a symphony of wailing such as even hell had never known!