Chapter 86: Dehydration

The big man Yang Mang nodded along, not caring in the slightest what Yang Shun meant by what he said next.

The muttering Yang Shun suddenly let out a miserable shriek; the blade that had been on Yang Pingxi a second ago, how did it suddenly end up on him?

"Boss, sob sob sob..." Yang Shun didn't want to, but once the pain hit, he managed to hold back from spraying water, yet it all flowed out from his eyes, truly looking like two little rivers on his face.

Liu Mu used to be very skeptical of the description "tears flowing like a river," but now seeing Yang Shun, well, the lyrics did not deceive her.

Then, she withdrew her hand and, while she was at it, gave Yang Mang a cut as well.

"Don't move, everyone; I'm going to compare your Self-healing Ability."

Awakened humans do not necessarily have powerful self-healing abilities, and the same goes for Mutation.

Three wounds, with no more than half a second between them; Yang Pingxi's healed the fastest, as expected. Second was Yang Mang; after his Mutation, his muscles were solid, so the wound was compressed by the muscles and barely bled, then the interior healed first, followed by the skin.

As for the emo Yang Shun, he wasn't so lucky; a full half-minute passed, and after his wound started bleeding, it began to bubble with water, showing no signs of healing, but instead, like the opening of a water balloon, it had a tendency to gradually grow larger.

He looked at Liu Mu for help, really wanting to stick a piece of tape on himself to seal it up.

At this moment, Liu Mu cut Yang Pingxi's tongue again and then pressed it against Yang Shun's wound.

"Ah, this..." Yang Pingxi almost cried; isn't this dirty?

Yang Shun's tears stopped at this moment, and he said in astonishment, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Do you guys smell something?"

Confused for a moment, he looked at Yang Pingxi in surprise, "Brother, you smell so good!"

"Get lost!" Yang Pingxi pushed away the person who had stuck himself onto him, barely managed to pull back his own tongue, and saw that the gash that had been leaking water had healed.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to ask, "So, is my ability healing?"

Liu Mu didn't answer; she was ruthless and experimented a few more times.

The final result came out, discovering that although Yang Pingxi's blood had a healing effect, the liquid secreted by his tongue also had it, and the effect was no worse than the blood.

Therefore, those few cuts later were almost all for nothing.

Liu Mu certainly wouldn't apologize; she pondered for a while, fished out an empty mineral water bottle, and handed it over, "Find a place where the rain can't reach, and find a way to collect some of the liquid secreted by your tongue. Using your tongue to heal others is a bit disgusting, to say the least."

So you only just realized that? Yang Pingxi almost wanted to cry. Just thinking about how he would have to lick someone every time they got injured in the future was just too much.

What if it wasn't an injury, but something else... He dry-heaved once, took the bottle, and ran off quickly.

Liu Mu didn't understand why he was running, thinking he was afraid she would give him a few more cuts.

However, she did have another hypothesis: could Yang Pingxi be easily killed?

This, of course, was not easy to verify right now; she shifted her gaze to Yang Shun, "It's your turn, young man."

Facts proved that Yang Pingxi's healing had a side effect, which was that the person being healed would develop an extreme fondness for him in a short period of time.

Yang Shun watched Yang Pingxi leave with reluctance; if not for Liu Mu being here, he would have wanted to follow him. Even this short distance made him feel the sadness of a lover about to leave him.

At this time, Liu Mu hadn't noticed this point yet and only asked Yang Shun, "Try to squeeze all the water out of your body with all your might."

"All of it? Can that be done? If I do that, wouldn't I die? Dying is fine, but if I die, what will everyone do for water?" Yang Shun's eyebrows drooped, looking like a miserable, conflicted person who couldn't do anything right.

Yang Mang, standing to the side, raised his hand and hammered a fist onto the top of his head, knocking the man directly into the mud.

With this, Yang Shun became even more sorrowful; he curled into a ball in that position, and his whole body began to leak water.

Liu Mu had Yang Mang hold up a large black umbrella to keep the Black Rain from being absorbed into Yang Shun's body.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Shun, who was originally of medium build, had actually shrunk to the size of a ten-year-old child. The speed at which his whole body was leaking water had also slowed down, and his skin was wrinkled. Liu Mu even suspected that if this continued, she could wring him into a dried-up husk with her own hands.

"Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?" The change in body size was truly too great, and Liu Mu had to ask.

"Not uncomfortable," as his appearance changed, Yang Shun's voice had actually become aged, as if he had truly become a little old man, "I think I can continue, it's just that my body feels a bit cramped."

A few more minutes passed, and the young man became the size of a five or six-year-old child, only his wrinkles were denser, and even his eyeballs were squeezed with fine lines.

"I feel thirsty," Yang Shun's voice was not only aged but almost like a mosquito's hum, and he curled into a ball, seemingly ready to just fall asleep like that at any moment.

Liu Mu held his wrist; as he dehydrated, his heartbeat slowed down, and the functioning of his entire body slowed down as well. But the situation didn't look like failure or impending death; it was more like the rhythm of an animal entering hibernation.

Therefore, she also came up with a bold idea: Yang Shun might be able to force himself into a deep sleep by expelling the water from his body, just like a mudskipper buried in the desert, "coming back to life" once there was water.

"Sob sob sob!"

Liu Mu's train of thought was interrupted by Yang Mang; at this moment, Yang Shun was being cradled by Yang Mang's fan-sized palm, looking like a slightly larger puppet.

"Alright," in this environment, Liu Mu didn't dare to let Yang Shun fully dehydrate; she took out a bucket of water, "Give him water to drink."

The big man, worried about his companion, pinched the neck of the bucket until it broke, lifted it up, and was about to pour it into Yang Shun's shriveled mouth.

"Wait a second!" Liu Mu hurriedly interrupted him, "Don't force-feed him. Pour water slowly over his body first. Yes, just like watering a flower."

The clean water landed on Yang Shun's head, and sure enough, he automatically absorbed it like cotton cloth.

The reason Liu Mu wanted to use pure water was based on the principle of the Water Purifier; if Yang Shun usually filtered rainwater, then there must be some place where the impurities in the rainwater were stored.

These impurities contained toxins, so how much of these toxins could Yang Shun withstand? And how did he isolate and expel them?

Under uncertain circumstances, it was better not to take risks, and Yang Shun's state of dehydration was likely a vulnerable period with no self-protection ability.

After a bucket of water, Yang Shun swelled up, but the person was still dazed and even more emo.

Putting him together with Yang Pingxi, who was collecting water, Liu Mu faced Yang Mang, who was nearly a meter taller than her.

"Fight me with all your might!"

The testing method for the big man was much simpler; Liu Mu beckoned to him, and a fist smashed toward him.

Fist collided with fist, and both of them took a step back at the same time.

Liu Mu looked at her hand, which was actually vibrating and numb; one could imagine that the physical strength of Yang Mang's body after Mutation was truly extraordinary.

In the dark night, the two people sitting in a row watched the two bodies, one large and one small, fighting fiercely, and gradually regained their spirits.

"Mangzi, go for it!"