Chapter 253

Moon Capital.

Inside Eirin Yagokoro's former laboratory.

"How is he?"

Yukari Yakumo looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, his face like gold paper, burned out, as if turned into gray-white snow, her expression somewhat worried, but worry was not very likely.

She originally thought this guy was really that durable, but didn't expect he was just holding on.

When Jia Ji finished solving things and the breath he was holding dissipated, and the "Battle God Armament" that had been wrapping his body was lifted, Yukari Yakumo suddenly realized how terrible his situation was.

His entire body seemed to dissolve after losing consciousness; the internal tendons and organs dissolved and decomposed after the battle aura disappeared, and the bones that were once harder than swords quickly became brittle and scattered into powder.

Twisted muscles, torn skin, broken internal organs, riddled blood vessels, heart stopped beating... even the great yokai with tenacious vitality said that they would die instantly under such injuries.

Previously, Jia Ji broke an arm, and it needed her to exhaust her demonic power to complete it; now his strength was stronger, his injuries were heavier, and the power needed must be more.

So if there was only Yukari Yakumo, she would probably be helpless.

But it was different from before; if she couldn't cure him, wasn't there Eirin Yagokoro, nicknamed "Moon Capital Soul Chaser"?

"I don't know how he could still talk and laugh when all the organs in his body were blasted... this is simply a fatal injury; he was actually able to hold on until now without dying; as a human, it's already beyond imagination."

Eirin Yagokoro, as a professional physician, naturally dared to make professional judgments.

"Can it be cured?"

Yukari Yakumo asked.

"... To be honest, this body is already useless; unless he is turned into a Hourai person, or another body is created and his consciousness is transferred into it, otherwise any known medicine estimates it can't save him now."

"What?"

Eirin Yagokoro's words made Yukari Yakumo show an astonished expression.

That was a performance of feeling surprised.

"That's not just a simple injury, but damage caused by Lord Tsukuyomi; her divine power is intertwined with every inch of flesh and blood, inseparable, and his own battle aura is also temporarily lost due to the excessive explosion caused by Matara's secret method, and his spiritual power and vitality are also constantly flowing away..."

Even Eirin Yagokoro, who had full confidence in her ability, said "no cure, wait for death," it was really not good.

"Hey, it has nothing to do with me; he was the one who asked me to open the Eight Gates for him, saying it was called 'Eight Gates of Hidden Armor', for the sake of fashion..."

Okina Matara hurriedly argued, but this really couldn't be blamed on her; on the contrary, without her reinforcement, someone would have exploded and scattered in one encounter.

"However, what I wanted to see was precisely this kind of power; joining this war was indeed the right choice!"

And a group of yokai and god-men who originally planned to go home were interested after seeing this guy who could fight the most actually play a hand of serious injury and coma after winning, and they surrounded him one after another, openly peeping at Jia Ji who only had a pair of underpants left on his whole body.

The Moon Capital, which was essentially the loser group, couldn't refuse and had to welcome them with a smile.

"Yi, so miserable..."

Jingiara looked at him with sympathy; her injuries were the heaviest among the great yokai who survived, but compared to this person, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Suika Ibuki: "Squeezed dry, huh..."

Suika Ibuki: "Indeed..."

Kasen Ibaraki: "Looks like not a drop is left (referring to battle aura)."

"Hey!" Yorihime Watatsuki was furious when she heard such unbearable words and refuted on the spot: "What do you mean the filthy human from the ground was squeezed dry eighteen times by the mother in the small black room in three minutes? Explain it to me!"

"We don't seem to have said that much..." xN

"Enough!"

Hecatia waved her hand, squeezing the noisy crowd in front away; the one representing the moon on her body was shining brightly, seeming to be in a good mood.

She scanned the sturdy and refined body twice, and then opened her mouth with great interest.

"Since it's so troublesome to cure... why not just don't cure it! Once he really dies, I, the hell goddess, will personally guide his soul, and I guarantee it will be arranged clearly."

As the hell goddess, her values were indeed different from normal humans; she had already thought about his afterlife.

"Whether it's the position of death god or Yama, it can be given to him, even if it's the head of the newly established 'Right and Wrong Hall'..."

From this sentence, one could see Hecatia's high status in hell; even if she wasn't the direct superior, she could easily arrange for a roadside wandering ghost to enter the establishment and eat public food.

Everyone looked at her with strange eyes; Hecatia should really want this guy, and the treatment given was really very good.

"Don't want it!" Yukari Yakumo denied it immediately, her tone firm and incomparable, shaking her head like a rattle.

Whether it was the yokai who knew her well or the yokai who had only heard of this cold and ruthless sage, they all felt different degrees of surprise at Yukari Yakumo, who showed such a posture and tone.

Yukari Yakumo's external statement was—Jia Ji was an external aid she found by accident.

But it was clear that their relationship shouldn't be as simple as she said; it was just a deeper relationship, and the yokai, even if they had curiosity in their hearts, didn't ask easily.

"Can you make the decision for him?"

Hecatia was rejected and frowned slightly; her golden eyes flashed with a bit of unhappiness, and at the same time, a pressure more terrifying than Tsukuyomi rose from her body.

For a time, everyone was silent, not wanting to know what this willful hell goddess would do after being rejected.

"Hmm... I just know! Anyway, no is no!"

Yukari Yakumo's gaze had been on Jia Ji from beginning to end, looking at that pale face, not paying attention to what Hecatia was thinking at all.

"......"

Hecatia touched her chin, showing a somewhat subtle expression, having a special feeling of bullying others.

However, in front of this group of older goddesses, Yukari Yakumo was indeed just a little girl who wasn't very old.

Just because of this, Jia Ji hadn't played the meme of Yukari Yakumo being an old woman since coming to this world, although part of the reason was also fear of being remembered by Yukari Yakumo and being given small shoes to wear at an important moment of fighting.

"Forget it, just do whatever you want..."

Hecatia finally seemed to have thought of something, and her suspicious gaze swept back and forth between Yukari Yakumo and Jia Ji.

Then she seemed to understand something, sighed "Majisukutsu~ (really unbearable)", turned around, and went offline back to hell.

"Is there any other way?"

Yukari Yakumo asked the Moon's Brain for help again, but she had already secretly decided in her heart that even if she used the "boundary of life and death" that violated common sense and would be punished by heaven, she would save him back.

"There is indeed no way for known medicines, but as long as unknown medicines are made... it's just that his time is not enough to support..."

Before Eirin Yagokoro finished answering, a golden figure appeared and interrupted her.

"Then might as well let me try first."

—Chunhu, the "immortal who has taken revenge," came.

(End of chapter)