When Huai Shi put down the teacup, he felt as if the world had suddenly become clear.
He didn't know if he should say that he was relieved of a burden, or if he had gained some enlightenment.
He was as calm as a monk in meditation.
There was no fluctuation in his heart, as if he had gained enlightenment and seen through the world of mortals.
Soon, he reacted and looked down at the rippling purple in the teacup. "What is this?"
"It's a special type of spiritual anesthetic."
Crow raised his wings and pointed to the remaining tube on the table. "I cut off some leftovers from the Crying Snake's horn and made two tubes. If you like them, I'll give them to you."
"Anesthetic?" Huai Shi asked, "What is it used for?"
"Let me think about how to put it …" Crow pondered for a moment. "If the physical anesthetic is to block out the pain, then it is to let you temporarily abandon your desires.
After taking it, for a short period of time, you won't feel anger, hesitation, or sadness. At the same time, you won't feel happiness, happiness, or pleasure.
According to the creator of the medicine, the thing that hinders people from pursuing enlightenment is this innate instinct and emotion. Only after losing all of this, people will gain calmness from nothingness, and obtain true rationality. "
"And then?"
"And then do what you need to do."
Crow shrugged. "It's just a tranquilizer. What magical effect can it have?
But sometimes, this calmness that is not disturbed by external things is the most precious thing. At least the choice made in this situation will not make people regret it. As for the other effects, they are secondary. "
Huai Shi understood. "So it's a regret medicine?"
"It should be called 'No Regret Medicine'." Crow asked, "How do you feel?"
"Very good."
Huai Shi let out a long breath and found a more comfortable position in the chair. He slowly relaxed and finally felt tired and sleepy.
It was three o 'clock in the morning. It was time to sleep.
"Then —"
Crow asked, "Did you get anything?"
"Nothing, except for this."
Huai Shi swung his hand and threw the ring on the table. The platinum ring embedded with broken diamonds circled around the table a few times, then fell down, and calmed down as it spun.
The two names engraved on the inside of the ring were revealed.
"My parents are probably dead."
In the silence, Huai Shi lowered his head and stared at his parents' wedding rings, finally accepting this reality.
Crow shook his head. "Maybe he pawned it?"
"Well, maybe."
"Maybe he lost it?"
"That's possible."
Huai Shi nodded. "Thank you for your medicine. I feel much more relaxed now."
"There's no need to thank me." Crow shook his head. "Just treat it as a contractor's duty."
"I'm going to sleep first. Do you still have work to do?"
"I'll probably have to work overtime." Crow turned around and looked at the dim glow that was slowly rising from the reactor. "The last stage is almost over.
You really should rest. Huai Shi, have a good sleep. Everything will pass. "
"Okay."
Huai Shi got up and walked to the bedroom. But when he stepped on the stairs, he saw the white mark on the wall where the family photo was originally hung. His footsteps stopped.
After a long time.
He said, "I really miss them."
"I know."
Crow turned his back to him and didn't say anything else. Only the sound of his footsteps gradually faded away.
She quietly looked at the boiling metal light in the crucible, listening to the echoes like the sound of the tide. Like a patient farmer, waiting for the moment of maturity.
A miracle from the abyss was silently brewing in the crucible.
Not long after, Huai Shi's puberty would come to an end.
This was the last step of all the supplements, laying the foundation of the omnipotence of the Stigmata.
If puberty was always accompanied by growth, then growth was often painful. This pain was worth remembering and experiencing. It would eventually be engraved in the body along with the miracle.
"Sleep, Huai Shi."
The black bird whispered softly. "I promise, this is the last cruel education. From now on, you will have a bright future."
As for the uninvited guest …
Leave it to the 'master of this place' to deal with.
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Half an hour ago, in the collapsed sacrificial ground.
In the inner room filled with stones, Wang Hai's corpse suddenly twitched.
The dagger that pierced his heart quietly shattered, turning into black dust and merging into his cold blood.
As a result, strands of viscous liquid slowly flowed out from the corpse, gradually condensing into an illusory shadow.
Like a moth struggling out of a cocoon, it wriggled and greedily absorbed the blood on the ground. It wriggled and swallowed the corpses on the ground one by one, hissing in pain.
"It's all … your fault …"
A voice that sounded like a cry came from his throat, sharp and resounding. "It's all … your fault … you're dead … we're all going to die …"
The Taotie's Seed that had been implanted in this body since the baptism had finally sprouted in death. A strange creature made of Origin Substance was born from death with the final hatred of its host.
Just like what the Lord had said to Wang Hai.
The Saint God's final mercy had descended here.
Even if the miracle from the abyss did not bring happiness and peace.
"Hate … I … hate …"
Tears of blood flowed down the distorted face that looked like Wang Hai's. The shadow crawled on the ground, wailing like a deformed hunting dog, rolling around in pain.
In the end, it found a small button in a crack.
"Found it …"
It licked the button that had fallen off the youth's sleeve, letting out a happy and manic cry. "Found it … found it … found it … found you!!!"
In an instant, the shadow surged and swallowed the button. It wriggled in ecstasy, drilling through the cracks and returning to the ground.
It was impossible to see the shadow pass by on the ground.
After breaking free from the restraints of matter, it was already so fast that it could not be seen with the naked eye.
It leapt straight past the sleeping city, constantly bypassing all kinds of obstacles. It did not care about the people that brushed past it as it charged straight in the direction of the stone marrow hall.
In the end, it passed through the gloomy forest and stopped outside the iron door.
Under the moonlight, the shadow on the ground wriggled hungrily, constantly crashing forward. However, it could not pass through the iron door that was big enough for a stray cat to enter freely.
In the end, it jumped through the crack in the wall, jumped into the weedy courtyard, and hungrily crawled toward Huai Shi's lock.
There was a pop, like the sound of a bubble bursting.
It was sent flying.
In the broken window on the side of the main building, a pale face and a distorted body were reflected.
It was like seven or eight people's organs were randomly pieced together. Several limbs were wriggling randomly, and the huge mouth in the abdomen was constantly opening and closing, dripping blood like saliva.
It also reflected the figure in front of it.
In the dirty glass, only a thin and tall figure could be seen.
It could vaguely make out the clothes that were riddled with holes, the bow tie that was meticulously pinned to the broken collar, and the monocle that rested on the bridge of the nose.
But at this moment, he was like a patrolling guard who saw a thief trying to climb over the wall. His face, which was clearly empty, showed unmistakable anger.
The lips opened and closed in a silent warning.
Get out!
The completely out of control Corroded Body screamed, waving its limbs wildly, and pressing forward step by step. Then, the figure raised its left hand.
The five fingers slowly closed.
Silently, an invisible force closed in toward the center. Like a collision between iron walls, the ghost was squashed into a ball of paste.
Then, the paste spontaneously combusted, leaving only a wisp of black smoke that disappeared into the air.
The button that fell on the ground was carefully picked up. After washing it in front of the hose, the figure repeatedly wiped it with an old towel and put it in a box in the backyard's utility room.
It was carefully placed together with a few dirty toys, two broken certificates, and an old photo of a baby.
The box closed.
The figure nodded slightly to Crow and said goodbye.
Then, it silently dissipated.
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In the quiet room, the four-armed Naga sat in front of the mirror, quietly wiping the blood on the wound. After cleaning the withered wound, he took out a knife and scraped the lifeless rotten flesh bit by bit.
Until the mournful bones below were exposed.
He bent down and opened the box on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a tube of fiery red medicine. After opening the seal, he gritted his teeth and poured the boiling metal solution on the wound.
In the sizzling sound, the Naga spasmed violently, letting out a dull roar. His long tail twitched, almost stirring the entire bathroom into pieces.
In the end, the metal solution finally formed on the bones and merged with the flesh. It was like a new skin texture, indistinguishable from each other.
Except for the tragic gap in the scales, no other wounds could be seen.
He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had collapsed. Removing the Sacred Mark, the burly Naga in the mirror slowly shrank. Even the two extra arms were retracted into the shoulder blades.
The man named He Luo was sweating profusely and panting. He looked at himself in the mirror. After a long time, he splashed his face with cold water and finally took two steps back. He slumped into the chair, his face pale.
After a long time, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.
"Boss," he said, "I might have screwed up."
"Did you fail?"
"No, the people who know are all dead. But when I was silencing them, I met two Ascendants. I don't know where they are from."
On the other end of the phone, Qi Wen was silent for a long time. He sighed regretfully.
"Then we can only use the backup method …"
The phone hung up.
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