Chapter 605

In the morning's words, that was a sympathetic reaction between two bodies whose Origins had both been altered through identical experiments.

On this foundation, using Lord Han's eyeball combined with Xiao Xuedou's Bone Powder, and fully integrating them into Lin Ling's body, had a high probability of successfully completing this clinical experiment.

"What about me? What am I supposed to do??"

Jing Yan wanted to cry—his Qingchen brother was abandoning him!!

"There's no other way—I must prioritize Lord Han's resurrection as the premise for this experiment. It's cruel, but frankly, you're just a backup."

Damn it!!

This ungrateful bastard!

Jing Yan rubbed his stomach, feeling his life was hopeless—he'd starve to death in this prison.

How long had it been since he'd eaten a full meal in reality…

"Keep going!"

The "bastard" easily discarded him and turned to adjust Lin Ling's body and run various tests.

When Lin Ling woke up, he faced a ruined Qingsi County, Lord Han in a Schrödinger state, and a mountain of messes.

"How could this happen…"

Lin Ling was utterly confused—he listened to Qingchen speak words he couldn't understand, watched him perform experiments, and felt completely lost.

But one thing he could be certain of.

That was: Lin Ling truly was willing to accept Qingchen's risky experiment for Lord Han's sake.

Watching the bastard find a new favorite, Jing Yan sank into gloom.

While wandering aimlessly through Qingsi County, he suddenly noticed someone causing trouble at the Qingsi Gate.

Holy shit, Jing Yan thought—someone's taking advantage of Qingsi's decay and even daring to spit on the Government's face?

Jing Yan was about to roll up his sleeves and go argue fiercely with the three troublemakers at the gate, yell at them, relieve some stress.

But then he saw the three of them cursing and turning to leave.

"We won't buy three Qingsi Horses! Qingsi Si is too inflexible!"

"Forget it, forget it, Tianlong—we can just buy regular horses too."

"No way! I, Tianlong, live to be a hero, die to be a ghostly champion! I finally heard from the forum that the Flame Sect in the Capital of Qing Guo is recruiting Disciples—I'm going no matter what! To chase a glorious future!"

"Sanyue… did we act too impulsively? All three of us quit our sect, planned to travel together to a major sect, and now we can't even get a fast horse—how will we reach the Flame Sect before recruitment ends?"

"Don't worry, Qiyue—I'll fix it. Worst case, I'll swallow my pride and beg our master to take us back."

Quit the sect and now want to crawl back?

Do you think the sect is your family market, coming and going whenever you please?

Jing Yan sneered—but quickly realized this might be his chance to turn his luck around.

But… even if he had a Qingsi Horse, he couldn't possibly survive the journey to the Capital of Qing Guo.

The journey was too long, the road too full of strange horrors, too perilous.

This damn thing was a death game—Jing Yan would rather starve than get killed by some anomaly out in the wild; the outcome would be horrific.

He imagined the cleaning lady bringing his meal one day and finding him reduced to a pile of meat paste—the image was too beautiful, he dared not dwell on it.

A few days later, Jing Yan saw Tianlong, Sanyue, and Qiyue again—just as the three rode three ordinary fast horses, each carrying a huge bundle of supplies, leaving Qingsi County.

Jing Yan didn't think they'd survive, but he still admired their guts.

Yet his gaze at them now remained as if looking at dead men.

After watching them depart, Jing Yan fell back into aimlessness.

It seemed everyone in Qingsi County had something to do—only he felt utterly superfluous.

Destroy it! Let this cruel world be destroyed!

Then he noticed a strange phenomenon.

The number of players in Qingsi County was sharply declining.

Yes, sharply—many players logged off and suddenly never logged back on.

Qingchen, busy with experiments, or Tian Dan Zhi Yuan Wu, packed with players, had no time to notice such trivial matters.

But Jing Yan was idle—too idle—so he noticed this phenomenon.

After quietly obtaining a list of displaced persons from Qingsi Si and secretly tracking one still-active player, Jing Yan saw that after logging in, the player hurriedly felt his own body, then, face pale with terror, gritted his teeth and slashed a bloody wound across his palm.

After completing this act, his eyes lost their luster, and he logged out right there.

Logged out?

Just logged in, cut his own palm, and logged out?

Jing Yan froze, then narrowed his eyes.

He realized something must have happened among the players—a shared piece of information had spread, causing these players to collectively quit the game.

Judging from the way that player had just tested the cut on his palm…

Jing Yan's heart sank.

Wu hu—damn it! I'm going to have more companions sharing this prison with me!

The Alliance better not turn my luxury single cell into a dormitory—this place has one toilet with no partition, I can't handle this!

Jing Yan panicked and hurried to find Qingchen.

"What is it? I'm busy right now."

Listen! What a bastard thing to say!

Jing Yan gritted his teeth: "Log out! Immediately log out! Check your messages, phone texts, email, forum private messages… anything—you check for any recent strange messages!"

Seeing Jing Yan wasn't joking, Qingchen felt annoyed but logged out anyway.

He woke up on the large bed in his room, pulled back the curtains, washed his face and brushed his teeth as usual, toasted a sandwich, warmed milk, finished his breakfast calmly, wiped his mouth, cleaned his dishes, and placed them in the sterilizer.

After everything was handled, only at dawn did he finally check his phone, quickly skimming through all the messages, texts, videos, and social media content from the past five days.

Then… there was nothing at all.

"Could it be that he saw I gave his experimental subject's location to Captain Lin, and he's angry and designed this to toy with me?"

Qingchen felt a bit depressed. After thinking it over, he didn't enter the game again. Instead, he walked out of the bedroom, came to the study, and turned on the computer.

Along with the water-cooling RGB lighting flickering on, the computer booted up quickly.

He typed in a few forums about Blue Sea Game, logged into his accounts separately, then quickly browsed through various posts — nothing particularly noteworthy.

His gaze shifted and landed on the inbox button showing 99+, and he tapped it lightly.

One of the newest private messages suddenly caught his eye.

"My name is Chen Xiaomiao, my in-game alias is 【Miao Fa】. By the time you see this letter, I should already be dead."

(End of chapter)