Chapter 455: Scars

It must be said that although some old guys do nothing every day and are everywhere annoying as weak and sick people, they ultimately didn't slack off too much.

Occasionally, they were still of some use.

Once you get used to the terrifying mobility of the Rabbit Hole in this illusory dream, you can't leave it at all.

Ignore all situations anytime, anywhere, pull it open, jump down, and you're instantly back in the city.

As long as you pull the entrance back in time, even if the other side is falling apart, this side has nothing to do with it.

Ji Jue suspected that there were still some good things in the old guy's pocket, it's just a pity that he couldn't find an opportunity to squeeze them out.

What's more regrettable is that the advantage of strange creations is that their spirituality is active and they have the ability to think independently, and the disadvantage is the same. Even if you kill him and they drop, if they don't want to be used by you, you still can't use them.

Ji Jue even suspected that this old man knew he understood this point, which is why he shook around in front of him every day with an annoying smile.

At this moment, the two had just returned to the camp when they heard cheers and shouts like thunder, endless.

Every face was flushed with excitement, as if they had witnessed everything that had just

happened, and the entire camp was immersed in an ocean of joy.

Calling their names in unison.

In the crowd, Bao Dacai grinned, watching them being swallowed by the joyful crowd and lifted up, making a "no need to thank me" gesture to Ji Jue.

Right in the center of the camp, the scene in the void was still frozen at the moment Wen Wen killed the Saint. Under the projection of the Elf Eye, everything was reflected before them.

Never imagined that one day, they would be able to witness such a scene.

Even though they had already experienced the changes brought by Ji Jue and felt the hope and possibility of success, when they witnessed the death of the Saint with their own eyes, they still couldn't suppress their excitement and thrill.

Before this, everyone was either struggling to survive, prepared to burn in the abyss forever, fighting in vain. Or they were gradually slacking off and becoming numb, escaping the final outcome like ostriches, suffering day by day.

When the dawn arrived, they were still dazed and confused, but when the sun truly rose before their eyes, tears and cheers could no longer be blocked.

The entire camp had never been so inspired.

The banquet started again. Unlike the previous embarrassment, thanks to the generous sponsorship and help of many Chief Priests, the supplies of the resistance camp were unprecedentedly rich,

and there were even members who had been chefs cooking on the spot, and fine wines once exclusively for the upper echelons of the sect were provided without limit.

Except for the necessary sentries, almost everyone was dead drunk, but even if they were about to be unconscious, there was still a large group of people crowding around Ji Jue, persistently asking when they could participate in the action, when they could take revenge, even if it meant moving supplies and acting as cannon fodder.

At this time, Yan Fei beside him suddenly became proud, lifting his neck, not speaking but acting like an expert—I am Mr. Ji's guard, do you understand guard?

Rounding it up, I slashed ninety points with Mr. Ji!

Although the position of guard also seemed to be self-proclaimed, didn't Mr. Ji not object?

"Don't be anxious, everyone, there will be opportunities, very soon."

Ji Jue smiled and raised his glass to boost morale.

After the atmosphere gradually became lively, he took advantage of others not paying attention and got up to leave.

Perhaps he was used to the coldness and peace of the workshop, and he was a bit unaccustomed to the too noisy and boisterous environment, and at the same time, it was difficult to integrate.

Rather than staying and disturbing the atmosphere, it was better to hide for some peace and quiet.

By the way, satisfy his own curiosity.

Why, the person who should be most accustomed to such a lively atmosphere, the most at home,

disappeared after the banquet started for a while?

Didn't knock everyone down and take the opportunity to drink all the wine reserves?

Did she quit drinking?

Or did the sun rise from the west?

Ji Jue knocked on Wen Wen's door, and then, without politeness, pushed the door and entered directly.

"Sister Wen, are you there?"

In the direction of the bedroom, there was a clattering sound, as if she had been frightened. Soon, the sound of a shower started, but immediately after, she seemed to find this excuse too stupid, and closed it like covering her ears to steal a bell.

Soon, Wen Wen finally poked her head out, wrapping her hair in a fake manner, looking at Ji Jue sitting in her messy living room, and couldn't hold it anymore.

"Cough cough, Ji Jue? What's the matter? I just fell asleep."

She coughed twice, squeezing out a serious expression: "We're familiar, but you running into my room, if you don't explain it well, I won't let you go so easily—"

"How are your injuries?"

Ji Jue interrupted her words, asking straightforwardly, making her expression stiffen, delay, widen her eyes, and ask blankly: "What injuries?"

Ji Jue sighed helplessly.

"Sister Wen..."

"Ah? Mm? What's wrong?"

"... Has anyone ever told you that you are really bad at lying?"

Ji Jue shook his head, asking straightforwardly: "Cooperating with your acting is actually quite tiring. We're all so familiar, why not be straightforward and let me see the condition of your injuries?"

Wen Wen stared: "I don't even know what you're talking about!"

"When you speak, please don't hide your right hand behind your back, okay? Also, who wears a whole layer of clothes inside their pajamas?"

Ji Jue raised his hand, pointing out the suspicious points one by one: "I won't even mention what you wanted to do by opening the shower and closing it just now. Even if you spilled the wine bottle, the smell of blood can't be covered up in a hurry. If I were you, I would at least use perfume to cover it up, but you shouldn't have this kind of thing—pfft!"

Before he could finish, he was beaten.

Not surprising!

It can only be said that the Wasteland's mouth and fists are equally hard. If you don't intend to recognize one of them, then you have to taste the other!

Then, the wounds on her palm could no longer be hidden.

Wen Wen's wrist was gripped.

Her fingers were forced open.

That wound cut by the thunder sword hadn't healed until now. The white wound was slowly oozing blood, soaking the bandage,

deep enough to see the bone.

It had been so long, and there wasn't the slightest sign of recovery. It didn't look like a Chosen One at all. Not to mention other things, just in terms of healing ability, even other ordinary people were inferior.

The moment he noticed the wound, Ji Jue had some realization.

No, it should be said that there was a realization and regret that a guess had been implemented—just as Wen Wen instinctively resisted this illusory dream, although the interference in the dream was difficult to cause an impact on her, all conveniences were also unrelated to her.

She wouldn't lose any self, and at the same time, she wouldn't get any replenishment.

Including the magical effect of being able to re-stitch perfectly even if cut into pieces.

For her, all injuries were difficult-to-recover consumption.

It's just that she had always been too strong, even strong enough to ignore this weakness, and such a situation had never occurred.

So much so that even Ji Jue didn't have any expectations.

At this moment, after a brief astonishment, the corner of Ji Jue's eye twitched,

sighing silently:

"At least stitch it up, right?"

Wen Wen hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping.

Things had come to this, the fact that she had hidden in the bedroom for a long time holding a needle, finally building up her psychological construction, only to find that she couldn't stitch at all, and the needle couldn't pierce in, was already completely unspeakable!

"Speaking of which, you wouldn't have hidden in the bedroom holding a needle for a long time, and then—pfft!"

Ji Jue's vision went black, stunned, grief-stricken: "Why hit me for this too?!"

"... Sorry, habit." Wen Wen looked away awkwardly, wanting to pull her hand back, but found it was gripped tightly, and then, intense pain.

"Hiss—"

"Sorry, no anesthetic can work on you, please bear with it."

Ji Jue had already started stitching, without even saying hello. The moment his two hands gripped Wen Wen's palm, he started physical stitching directly!

To be precise, it was spiritual quality welding!

Directly extracting blood from the wound as material, under the operation of alchemy, directly reshaping and reconstructing the split palm!

First, repair the cracks on the bone, then forcibly align the wounds on both sides, piece together the broken texture and flesh, reconnect them, and supplement the missing parts.

Starting from the palmaris longus tendon, the opponens pollicis, the first, second, and third lumbrical muscles... meticulously and carefully ensuring that the operation of the muscles would not be hindered.

Wisps of silver light flashed and shuttled between the wounds, like a needle, reintegrating everything that was torn, without leaving any stitches or traces, performing repairs.

After the repair was completed, using the fluid alchemy method, through the strengthening of the inner spirit driving the outer form, the final hidden danger was completely erased.

Ah, seems to have forgotten to cut off the nerve transmission... but it doesn't matter, as strong as the Wasteland, surely she wouldn't care about such a small amount of pain.

No, actually she cared super much!

Her expression was completely wrinkled into a ball, constantly twitching, gritting her teeth and enduring.

But things had come to this, the fact that she could have asked for pain relief was already completely unspeakable.

Soon, Ji Jue's hands slowly loosened. Wen Wen was still gritting her teeth and enduring, her expression twitching, completely unaware that it had ended. When she noticed, she found that it didn't hurt anymore.

The wound disappeared, leaving only a faint red mark. Soon, after moving it a few times, the subcutaneous bruising also dissipated, and there was no trace at all.

"Wow, didn't expect you kid to have this hand!"

She laughed, examining her palm, and patted Ji Jue's shoulder: "Thanks, I'll treat you to a drink later, um, after we get out."

"Sorry, my fault."

Ji Jue lowered his head, unable to face her gratitude.

If he wasn't mistaken, Wen Wen probably couldn't enjoy the healing and recovery in the illusory dream, and even, if she died, there was absolutely no possibility of resurrection.

From beginning to end, she had never been able to fully integrate into this illusory dream, but was instead suffering from the erosion of Huangliang all the time.

Silently enduring.

"Don't stutter, it's not your fault that I have a bad temper and went head-to-head with that guy."

Wen Wen grinned, not caring at all, shaking her fist at Ji Jue, "Don't worry, I have a hard life, it's just a small injury."

"Is it really a small injury?" Ji Jue doubted.

"Why? Do I look like I'm dying?"

Wen Wen was amused, leaned closer, and asked playfully, "Or are you suspecting there are other wounds?"

That pair of eyes, close at hand, flickered with familiar crystal phantom light.

Reflecting Ji Jue's face.

Faintly breathing.

It's just a pity that changing to the now slightly immature appearance, there was instead a sense of contrast like a child stealing adult clothes.

And Ji Jue didn't dodge as she expected.

Instead, he looked at her straight on.

Nodding decisively.

"As everyone knows, we artisans cherish life and are experienced.

And besides the research on the vortex system, I am also a resident doctor certified by Quancheng Hospital, with rich rescue experience and wide acclaim. Besides that, I also took the first-aid certificate for trauma rescue!"

He answered seriously and earnestly as a matter of course: "Sister Wen, don't avoid the doctor, if you are willing to check—"

The words stopped abruptly.

A delicate little fist had already been raised and was shaking in front of his eyes.

As if saying hello.

"Is that so?"

Wen Wen's smile remained: "Then do you want to chat with it?"

"... Better not."

Ji Jue raised his hands, pressed her fist down, squeezed out a smile, and said goodbye: "My intuition just told me that you are very healthy and can kill a doctor plus an artisan with one punch, so, check-ups or whatever, let's do it another day."

Wen Wen hummed and laughed, watching Ji Jue leave.

"Stinking kid—"

For a long time, she couldn't help but sigh silently.

In the silence, she looked up at the floor mirror in the corner. In the reflection, that shattered figure was also looking at her, mocking and laughing.

How much longer can you lie to him?

The shattered reflection seemed to be appreciating her hypocritical appearance across the mirror, mocking and asking: Wen Wen, how much longer can you lie to yourself?

As long as you are still alive, you will eventually stir up disaster and become the appearance he hates the most...

Wen Wen was indifferent, just picked up the wine bottle on the table, raised her head, and drank the last bit of intoxication.

She didn't avoid the appearance of the reflection, just smiled slightly.

"Then wait until I die."

After closing the door, Ji Jue's pace was as usual, walking out indifferently.

It's just that, in the silence of the corridor, his expression gradually became gloomy.

Absolutely, there is a problem!

Just when he was stitching Wen Wen just now, he could feel the hidden abnormality under the swaying spiritual quality, and the disharmony and tearing inside the soul.

It's just a pity that under her nose, spiritual quality erosion couldn't be done quietly, and could only be limited to the wound part.

I'm afraid that even if he insisted on diagnosis and treatment, it would only arouse her precaution and resistance.

It's a pity, if it were outside, he could still secretly install cameras, use mechanical descent to ask her for the remote control and TV at home, and at worst, trick her into the workshop...

"Hey, young man, your expression is very dangerous."

There was a playful laugh, Bao Dacai grinned, examining the young peer: "Are you pondering some very terrible things?"

"Tsk..."

Ji Jue glanced at him and said unpleasantly: "Yeah, pondering how to kill you and take the strange alchemy as my own."

"You want to learn? I'll teach you! I guarantee to teach you everything without reservation." Bao Dacai's eyes lit up, as if he couldn't wait: "Come on, it's not a loss not to learn, I guarantee you'll learn it! Let's start right away..."

"Forget it."

Ji Jue shook his head, really lazy to spend effort on skills that were destined to be insulated.

Not counting those things in the Profound Abyss, just the fluid alchemy and the Nine Types were enough for him to study for more than ten years, why owe the old guy a favor for nothing?

"So cold."

The old guy scratched his chin and sighed regretfully: "I've been running around for these days, and I thought there could be some... oh, right, friendship and bonds, that's what young people say, right?"

"Friendship? Bonds? Between artisans?"

Ji Jue's brow raised, unbelievable: "Are you serious?"

"Strange alchemy is not as cruel as modern alchemy. It emphasizes an innocent and lively childlike heart and a gentle and kind soul. Long live love and peace!"

Bao Dacai gave a thumbs up and praised: "To tell you the truth, I saw at a glance that you are absolutely a good seedling!"

Ji Jue was about to be amused: "Where am I innocent, lively, gentle, and kind?"

"No matter how cold a person is, there is always a warm place in their heart~" The old guy's smile became more and more annoying, "If you don't try, how do you know the other side of your heart?"

"Sorry, my other side told me to tell you that if your eyes are useless, you can sell them second-hand. He has no love, and no peace."

He had already begun to regret telling this guy about strange alchemy.

Once this topic started, the old guy was like toffee, pestering him, almost taking out a divine skill secret manual and stuffing it into his arms to let him practice and try it out.

Helpless.

Ji Jue could only raise his hands to surrender: "Can we talk about business? If you came to me because you wanted to talk nonsense, then I can only apologize for not being able to accompany you."

"Didn't you start the topic?"

The old guy held that strange hat in his arms, stroking the fluff on it like petting a pet, and amidst the casual stroll, suddenly asked:

"Just feel, are you a bit too impatient?"

"Ah?" Ji Jue didn't understand.

"The Holy Seal has only just spread, right? Generally speaking, shouldn't it be better to spread it subtly first and plan slowly?"

Bao Dacai sighed: "Using it to bait, although it caught a big fish, it also wasted such a good opportunity, prematurely triggering the sect's vigilance, which is a pity."

"There's nothing to pity. If a thing like the Holy Seal spreads, it will absolutely

trigger the sect's vigilance, so it's better to take the opportunity to make a profit.

Besides, its principle is not complicated, and it's very simple to imitate. As long as it's scattered, someone will naturally use it, someone will grab it... We don't need to push it. As long as the sect still measures believers with faith for one day, there is no possibility of dispelling the poison of the Holy Seal."

Human laziness is innate, and chasing convenience is the instinct of all living things.

After getting used to the convenience of the fully automatic prayer machine, how can one endure the long and boring meditation and prayer again? As long as you try it once, it's hard to forget and abandon.

What's more, its mechanism is exactly the same as the sect's prayer. If you really want to block it, that's a fantasy.

At most, what Ji Jue gave was just a more comfortable method, a more convenient choice.

Just as all depravity is rooted in laziness and luck, indeed, some people can resist temptation, decisively refuse all convenience, endure boredom and suffering, and insist on maintaining this faith... but among countless believers, how many can truly do this?

Except for the fanatical belief that the Holy God is in the brain, a person who can be self-disciplined and persevering to this extent, after realizing the essence of faith, how will they view the 'merciful and generous' Holy God?

This is destined to be an unsolvable problem.

Given time, it doesn't even need Ji Jue's push to catalyze a huge wave that truly shakes the sect.

But unfortunately, Ji Jue can't wait for 'given time'.

How long would it take to wait for such a wave to gestate and ferment? Ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years? Too long. He joined this inexplicable game, not to provide a ranking experience for that guy Wen Zheng.

On the contrary, he is better at making everyone lose their game experience.

This is just the first step.

By comparison, he is more concerned about the discoveries made in this operation.

To be precise, it's the message revealed in the sect's reaction...

"Although the Saint is important, this kind of thing made by divine grace, as long as that Holy God is willing, can he catalyze dozens or hundreds of them at any time?"

"For the sect, the Saint is indeed an unreachable existence, but for the Holy God, it is just one of the seven tools, that's all. Although it's troublesome, it can be replaced at any time.

By comparison, in this system with faith as the core, the loss of believers should be the loss that is truly difficult to recover, right?"

"Mm?"

Bao Dacai's brow raised, his expression inexplicable: "What do you want to say?"

"Not equivalent."

Ji Jue said decisively: "Just lost one Saint, and the sect made such a big fuss, completely casting the core of the entire Eastern Diocese, at least one-third of the believers in one diocese, into the abyss.

What for?

Even if it's to vent anger and warn, it should be to seize the opportunity and rush at me and Sister Wen, but in fact, from the order of execution of the countermeasures, we actually became secondary—"

He raised his head and looked at the old guy in front of him, suddenly asking:

"—Then what is primary?" ===== CHAPTER 456 =====