Chapter 82: Curse

But the moment he turned around, he found himself in a clean room.

He himself was now wearing a white coat, a bloodstained scalpel pinched in his rubber-gloved hand.

And on the operating table in the room lay a figure.

On the instrument table beside it were bright red organs, still "fresh out of the oven."

Xiao Yong's arm trembled—he still remembered this scene to this day:

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During the operation, he cut away a part of the patient that shouldn't have been cut—at the time, the medical community generally believed it should be removed, and there were related cases in foreign records.

On top of that, his family was in urgent need of money, so he went ahead and did it.

That patient was a worker, and this surgery cost him the blood-and-sweat money he had earned over several years.

But when he left, the patient's family members said with smiles:

"As long as he's alive, that's all that matters."

However, not long after the surgery—only a few months, perhaps—an authority published research results claiming that this practice might damage certain important functions of the human body.

In severe cases, it could shorten one's lifespan, or even cause a slow death!

But this was completely different from the previous conclusions of the medical community!

Yet because of its rigor and the authority of its conclusions, the research quickly gained widespread recognition.

……Later,

The patient died.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yong hurriedly pulled his records from the original hospital and rushed to another province! He even contacted friends abroad!

But after waiting a considerable length of time, nothing happened.

In the end, Xiao Yong never found out what caused that person's death,

whether it was because of that surgery, or something else……

In any case, in the years that followed, Xiao Yong buried this matter deep in his memory, in a place he was unwilling to revisit.

Later on, he performed many more surgeries, but without exception, as long as a surgery wasn't necessary, he would try his best to persuade patients to cancel it.

Although, because of this, he was thrown out of many hospitals and lived a life of displacement.

Until finally, he was Polluted by the "Trend" and became the Typewriter's puppet.

The dream changed again at this point. Xiao Yong was startled to discover,

The patient suddenly sat up from the operating table!

He pulled off the surgical drape, revealing a beige vest underneath!

With his head lowered, his expression unseen, he walked toward Xiao Yong step by step.

"No……" Xiao Yong turned around again, trying to flee.

Only to find that it was now his turn to lie on the operating table!

Xiao Yong's eyes went wide as he realized his body had been anesthetized—he couldn't move at all!

He had been given full anesthesia for surgery!

And the beige figure had already come right up to him.

"Mmgh……" Xiao Yong strained to open his mouth, but couldn't speak. In the end, he could only close his eyes in despair.

But……

"Hey! Wake up!" A familiar voice rang out at that moment.

Xiao Yong was startled, opened his eyes, and found himself back in the original Temple guest room—he had clearly woken from the dream.

He turned his head and saw Zhu Dechang leaning over, patting him.

Oh, so it's my turn to keep watch…… Seeing it was Zhu Dechang, Xiao Yong breathed a sigh of relief, took a deep breath, and sat up.

The night was still deep and deathly still.

The room was pitch black; fortunately, the moonlight seeping in through the window let him see things slightly more clearly.

Xiao Yong sat up, his feet touching the floor, and was just about to speak, feeling slightly relieved, when he suddenly froze.

Because the Zhu Dechang before him was different from before he fell asleep—he had changed his clothes.

He had put on a beige vest!

"!!" Xiao Yong stared at him blankly and couldn't help saying:

"Z-Zhu Dechang, this outfit of yours……"

"Huh? What's wrong with my clothes?" Zhu Dechang said, turning his back to him and walking over to a table.

As the view widened, Xiao Yong realized it wasn't just the beige vest—he was also wearing a pair of old jeans!

"Hey!" Xiao Yong couldn't hold back any longer. He rose and cried out in shock and anger:

"Stop scaring me!"

"Scare you……what." Zhu Dechang said without turning his head,

the muscles of his arm trembling with exertion, as if he were doing something particularly strenuous on the table.

But because Zhu Dechang had his back turned, Xiao Yong couldn't see clearly.

Only then did Xiao Yong also notice that this "Zhu Dechang" had a burlier build and physique,

and in a daze, it faintly overlapped with the figure from his dream just now!

Only the face was different!

Overcome with terror, he shouted without a care:

"Someone come—! Someone—!

"There's a ghost!!"

A shrill scream nearly pierced the silence of the night!

Yet, bizarrely, even though he nearly screamed his throat raw, there was not the slightest response from outside!

It was as if the entire Temple belonged to a different world compared to the room!

Xiao Yong sensed something was wrong and ran, trying to burst out the door!

But just then, "Zhu Dechang" seemed to have finally finished, and turned to look at him.

In the dim light, Xiao Yong could faintly see that the "Zhu Dechang" who had turned around was holding something in his hand!

—It was a thin, long, tube-like object, connected directly to his belly!

The next moment,

the tube-like object shot out from his hand like a bolt of electricity!

Like a snake, it coiled around Xiao Yong's ankle!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" A cold, sticky, damp sensation came over him, and in the struggle Xiao Yong crashed hard to the floor, his nose bridge snapping on impact.

The searing pain and the sudden terror of being attacked made him scream involuntarily!

Despite this, Xiao Yong kept struggling, reaching his hand toward the room's door.

As long as he could reach that place…

……

Early morning, the hour unknown.

Ding Mo, who was keeping watch, woke Jiang Liuxue.

"Is it my turn already…?" Jiang Liuxue sat up, her headache so bad it made her hiss sharply through her teeth.

Only, Ding Mo's expression was even more solemn.

"Don't sleep,

"someone else has had an accident."

……

In Zhu Dechang's room,

everyone had gathered together once more.

The oil lamp on the table had been lit, and everyone sat in silence, staring at the scene in the room.

Only to see, before Zhu Dechang,

a corpse hung from a crossbeam.

It was Xiao Yong!

His manner of death was utterly bizarre—setting aside that he had been hanged, what had hanged him was a fleshy intestine that had grown out from his own belly!

A thick, flesh-colored intestinal tube had burrowed out from his abdomen, wrapping tightly around his neck and suspending him in mid-air.

As if at some moment in the middle of the night, an entire section of his innards had suddenly "come alive" on its own, bursting from his belly and strangling him to death!

This manner of death made everyone gasp in cold air while simultaneously clutching their own bellies, faintly feeling their own small intestines trembling too!

Of course, that was really just an illusion born of fear.

"Zhu Dechang…" someone struggled to speak up and ask.

But Zhu Dechang cut him off, saying slowly: "Don't look at me like I'm in on it too, actually… I don't know what happened either!

"Ten minutes ago, I went to use the latrine, and by the time I came back he had already killed himself."

Hearing this, disbelief showed on everyone's faces.

"You mean… suicide?" Ding Mo looked at the corpse, listened to this explanation, and felt only absurdity.

A man who, just a few hours ago, had been arguing over survival—now they say he just killed himself?

Anyone with half a brain would know that was impossible; he had probably been affected by some bizarre power.

"I barely heard a sound, and by the time I discovered it, it was already like this." Zhu Dechang looked up at the corpse, whose tongue lolled out at great length,

and said with grave weight:

"Everyone, the difficulty of this Task is likely to exceed even our imagination."

They had already had someone keeping watch, and stayed so close together. Yet in the time it took to use the latrine, one moment of inattention and a person was gone.

As if from now on, a single lapse in concentration meant death!

None of them had ever encountered such a bizarre, unreasonable attack.

There were no warning signs at all… no,

warning signs—actually, there were!

After everyone had now accepted that Xiao Yong was dead, they finally shifted their stunned gazes to Jiang Liuxue, who was staring blankly into space.

Xiao Yong's death—even the manner of it—was exactly the same as what her dream had described!

Without a doubt, Jiang Liuxue had had a "Precognitive Dream"!