Chapter 169 Try and die
Lian Cheng sneered.

In this world, there is a condition called being hard-mouthed.

Some people, even if they have green plum essence in their mouths, a massage pad on their chests, a 200-pound woman stepping on their backs, their legs being treated with fascia knives, and electrodes simulating production stuck on their stomachs...even if they are already on the verge of death, they will still raise their heads, stare with wide eyes, and ask soul-searching questions:

"Didn't you eat?!"

Even if the present world exploded, Shangshan and the Nine Sins disappeared, and the universe was destroyed, his mouth, which was harder than a duck, would still float in the infinite nothingness, chattering endlessly.

Haha, bluffing and pretending... is it useful? !
The real torture is yet to come!

Liancheng looked down with contempt, glanced once, and then couldn't help it... again and again, with eyes wide open, he moved closer, and took a few more glances.

Look at that smiling face that makes you want to tear it to pieces.

From beginning to end, there was not even a little change.

installed!

It's definitely fucking fake!

But looking at...

Liancheng tried every possible means of observation, but still found out in despair - it really doesn't look like them!
His facial expression, heartbeat, and muscles were all calm and composed, without any signs of tension. Even his spiritual essence remained calm and composed from beginning to end.

It felt like lying down and listening to Pingtan, and I even wanted to yawn.

This is wrong!

This is impossible!
A great sense of absurdity emerged in Liancheng's heart. He wanted to rush up and give Ji Jue two big slaps in the face: You are just pretending!
Why!

I have followed the Nine Evils for generations, risking my life to get into the pass, but in the end I was tortured to death. Why don't you react at all?

It was like a plot in a book, where everyone agreed to do some work to earn some pocket money from strangers: while I was in agony, tears streaming down my face, rolling my eyes and gesticulating, there was a black-skinned guy with dyed yellow hair next to me, calmly playing with his phone, not moving, not shouting, and when he got impatient, he would look up nonchalantly: Hmm? Are you in?
Suddenly, the injustice of the world, the differences in ability, the differences in destinies, the disparity in quality, who are the masters and who are the small fry, all became clear.

What a shame!
It is the ultimate insult without any compromise!
Bitterness, hatred and rage kept surging in his heart. He could no longer suppress his anger. He even wanted to rush up and punch Bang Bang, the huge tumor that was the cause of the immortal disease.

Haven't you eaten yet? Try harder!

Bring out the same trick you just used on me!
Why are you so perverted when playing with me, but so gentle and affectionate to this little bastard who came from nowhere?

And just above their heads, a huge tumor with countless wailing human faces suddenly burst into a shrill scream.

The wailing continues.

But this time, it was particularly tragic.

Burn marks appeared on the blurry faces, and sparks came out of their mouths.

It's like being burned by invisible flames.

In the furnace.

Powerless to wail...

The tentacles wrapped around Ji Jue's body were trembling one by one, unable to transmit the infection and influence of the evil creature at all, as if he was being bitten by many invisible monsters.

At the moment the inoculation began, the first thing to undergo drastic changes was the matrix in Ji Jue's body.

Non-aggression.

As if furious.

The matrix, which was originally peaceful and stable, looking down on everything indifferently and controlling everything, now showed such obvious hostility and brutality, and pure malice towards the invading things!
Under the many influences brought about by the Blessing of Spiritual Primacy, even the matrix's reactions became more agile, and similarly, it also showed clear likes and dislikes.

Ji Jue, good! Blessing, good! Supreme goodness, good!

Evil, stupid, evil, distorted... all of you, fucking die!!!

The originally profound and cold aura suddenly turned into ferocious and violent, as if the engineer suddenly took out two machetes from his pocket and started slashing left and right to kill Wushuang.

Pointing at the trembling immortal disease, his malice was as sharp as a blade - come to Ji Jue Street, don't let me see you, if I see you I will slap you in the face and pull your dog head off!
It was not just the disgust that came from witnessing the previous user being eroded and tortured by the stagnant furnace core for hundreds of years, but also the hatred and violence that came from deeper and deeper levels.

From the very beginning of design and creation, it was deliberately laid down - absolute malice towards all vortex creations!

At this moment, under the stimulation of the immortal disease, Ji Jue could feel that the non-attack matrix on his hands appeared for a moment, and then, the complicated patterns began to grow on their own, spreading from under the flesh and blood. It was not enough to absorb Ji Jue's spiritual essence, and after draining most of the watch's spiritual essence storage in one breath, it completely enveloped Ji Jue's whole body.

Just over the flesh, organs and bones, covering everything.

The soul was covered with a thick armor without any gaps, isolating it from all inner erosions of the immortal disease. If it were not for the lack of blessing and spiritual essence, I am afraid that at this moment, tens of millions of invisible hands would have gone against the connection of flesh and blood and extended into the tumor of the immortal disease.

Even my cousin was not sent to take action.

Then the slightest infection of the immortal disease that invaded Ji Jue's body was completely locked and sealed. It only had time to erode a little bit of spiritual essence and could not touch the soul at all.

The burden is not heavy.

It's just about the same cost as maintaining the consciousness of one more ex machina.

Out of consideration for the current situation, he did not immediately ask his cousin to completely remove the distortion. Instead, he gathered them on his chest, and an evil and foolish black emblem emerged.

Other than that, nothing has changed.

There was no extra eye, and no pain or suffering.

Even in Ji Jue's physical perception, even without Feigong's obstruction, the transformation brought about by this infection to himself would probably not be even one-tenth of what the dragon blood once brought.

Now it seems that he finally understood the look in his teacher's eyes that wished he could stab him... Dragon blood is really a good thing. It is the culmination of Lawrence's lifelong research and it has been turned into a small motorcycle by him.

Which craftsman wouldn’t vomit three liters of blood after seeing this?

All I can say is that there are superiorities and inferiorities among creations. Dragon blood just has side effects that are too strong and can easily lead to deformities. Deformation is not the result, while the disease of immortality is simply a lump... a lump!
Ji Jue was almost about to vomit after experiencing the Nine Evils' aura corresponding to the same [vortex] so closely. That was not a form that normal life could understand at all. No, its existence was a subversion and defilement of life from the very beginning.

The closer you get, the more you can feel the terrifying corrosiveness and infectiousness.

I'm afraid it's not just blood, even droplets are enough to spread the disease.

However, the question arises again… After such a long period of time and such a long research, why didn’t the deadly disease infect the doctors in Shixu?

He raised his head and looked at the distorted figures who were laughing, singing and applauding.

The dean who was rotten and swollen like a corpse, the attending physician of the infectious disease department whose four or five arms were twitching strangely, and Director Qian who was simply made up of sewn together corpse parts.

Each one is more bizarre than the other, but none of them have been eroded by any evil creatures.

Even more outrageous than Ji Jue.

Ji Jue only has high resistance and high immunity, but they are more like... insulators?

I can't figure it out and I can't understand it.

But this did not prevent Ji Jue from enjoying the cheers and praises at the moment. Is this the joy of urinating and defecating anywhere from a moral high ground? Love it!
Come again later!

Just like that, he stood up from the chair nonchalantly, calmly straightened his collar that was wrinkled by Liancheng, and smoothed the hair that hung on his forehead.

"so so."

A passing ember craftsman commented: "I think it's just okay. Why are some people screaming like screaming chickens?"

"..."

Liancheng gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and said nothing.

In fact, he had almost exhausted all his strength just to suppress the spread of the immortal disease in his body.

Endure, be patient, and endure with your hidden minions!

After such a long period of hard work, the time is almost ripe...

A fierce look flashed across his lowered eyes.

——After tonight, you will all be fucking dead!
But next to him, Ji Jue was still chattering, but this time, he seemed like a different person. After looking at Lian Cheng with admiration for a while, he opened his mouth to praise:
"Oh, I was so shortsighted that I didn't see the big picture. I didn't expect the treatment method to be so effective. It's amazing! It's really amazing! It's amazing!"

Lian Cheng was too lazy to talk to him any more, and was even more afraid that he might have some other tricks up his sleeves, so he turned around and was about to leave. But then, he heard the echo of the underworld behind him, which seemed to come from the underworld.

"However, I also have a new treatment method to propose..."

In front of all the doctors, Ji Jue suddenly said with a smile: "Can I give it a try?"

Liancheng's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Frozen in place.

I turned around with difficulty and saw that Ji Jue had taken out a box from his pocket. It was painted with layers of spiritual circuits to seal the inside and outside of the box. When I opened it, I found a syringe that was already filled with medicine...

Scarlet liquid, even more red than blood, kept surging out of the syringe like a tide.

Just looking at that streak of scarlet can make one's soul involuntarily restless, with anger, resentment, hatred, disgust and countless malice emerging from the heart.

Just this one wisp is enough to cause any living creature to fall into a realm of evil from which there is no return!
In an instant, the corners of Liancheng's eyes finally broke from the glare, and a trace of scarlet appeared, like tears, about to fall sadly on Yu Yan.

That is...that is...

That was the essence squeezed out of that fucking evil soul. I don't know how much spiritual essence was infused into it before it was cultivated and purified into the Nine Sins!
——【Poison of Crazy Slaughter】!
You little bastard, you fucking...

"no!"

Lian Cheng screamed sharply, almost not realizing how terrified his voice sounded, "Absolutely not!!!"

At this moment, the medium of the Lord is combining with the disease of immortality. If a new poison of the Nine Evils is injected, who knows what the hell this pot of delicious soup will turn into!

Dream your mother sweet dreams!

wishful thinking!

As long as I'm still alive, forget it!
"No, absolutely not, everyone, don't believe the nonsense of this newcomer!" Lian Cheng shouted angrily: "The treatment is at a critical stage now. Such a dangerous thing is used for treatment without verification. What if the condition worsens..."

"What if it gets worse?"

Ji Jue interrupted him, his smile becoming more mocking: "Anyway, no matter how bad the situation gets, the final result is nothing but [death], right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the bewildered doctors were suddenly stunned, and then a strange light of excitement appeared in their eyes.

It's as if I'm starving and thirsty.

dead.

Perhaps for many people, death is the most terrifying thing in the world, but not here. Here, death is the most luxurious gift in the world!
Under the infection of the immortal disease, the patient's soul and flesh are distorted and fused, and can only wail eternally until the last moment before complete annihilation.

There will be no liberation for eternity!
But now... a shortcut to death actually appeared before their eyes?
It's like gospel!

Yes, everyone has seen the newcomer's ability. And this tube of potion looks very lethal, so why not give it a try?
What if?
Maybe the patient really died? !

How about giving it a try?!

Only by trying can you die——

Starting with the dean, doctors one after another gathered around, bowed their heads reverently, and stared fanatically at the syringe in Ji Jue's hand, almost worshipping it.

"no!"

Lian Cheng's face was bulging with veins, his expression was changing constantly, and he was still arguing instinctively: "What if the treatment method causes a conflict! Without verification, hastily changing the method will only lead to failure!
I’m different—”

But the moment he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Uncontrollable trembling.

It's like making a crucial wrong decision and there's no turning back.

The other foot finally stepped out of the cliff...

At that moment he saw Ji Jue's smile again.

So gentle and delightful.

It was like watching myself walking to the operating table and waiting for the gift of materials...

“That’s why verification is needed.”

He raised the syringe in his hand and pointed it at the dumbfounded Lian Cheng. Finally, he revealed his true intention: "Before it is actually used on patients, isn't there a good clinical test subject?"

At this moment, in the Time Ruins, besides the patient, isn't there another patient with a mild illness who has received the immortal disease and the same treatment?

The silence came suddenly.

When Ji Jue pointed the syringe in his hand forward, all the doctors turned around stiffly like puppets, with smiles still on their faces and their scarlet eyes shining.

Look at the crucial test subject now.

A living sacrifice that has voluntarily walked up to the altar.

——Liancheng!!!
Yes, yes, yes!

The doctors were ecstatic, the aberrations cheered, choked, and shed tears of relief.

Isn't there another one?

Isn't this also a unique experiment and testing opportunity? !
Under Ji Jue's guidance and encouragement, Lian Cheng walked up to the altar step by step and turned himself into an experimental subject. Then he discovered in despair that he was literally "irreplaceable"!
This has been the other party's purpose from the very beginning!

From the moment he nodded in the conference room, it was doomed to failure!

"Gu..."

Liancheng's face turned alternately blue and white, and he swallowed hard.

When he looked at Ji Jue, his eyes could no longer conceal a hint of fear and... pleading?
But now, one huge black shadow after another rose from the light, covering his face, blocking out all hope and illusion.

"Are you asking if we can reconcile?"

Ji Jue raised the syringe in his hand, flicked it slightly, and squeezed out the bubbles: "You can ask, you can have hope, but unfortunately, no matter how many times you answer, there will only be one answer."

Sorry, no.

No!

It's too late.

From the moment you bunch of clowns sent Shixu to Yacheng... the Hell Express has already started for you!
Now, this train has arrived on time. All passengers are requested to pack up their luggage and get off the train in an orderly manner to welcome the warm welcome of the locals, or even to face endless despair and torture.

"let's start."

At this moment, amid Ji Jue's smile, the doctors swarmed over and surrounded Lian Cheng, cheering, praising, and thanking him for his dedication and sacrifice once again.

Regardless of his struggles and resistance, he was forcibly fastened to the electric chair again.

Then, the neck, hands, feet, and even the torso.

The shackles and manacles that once bound me are now locked in place again.

Finally, the syringe was raised to release the last drop of fluid.

A hideous shadow was projected from that distorted face.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid."

Ji Jue finally consoled him, the cold needle piercing the flesh and blood vessels on his wrist: "After this injection, all you will think about is dedicating yourself to healing and saving lives."

At that moment, the syringe was pushed all the way down.

The poison of the mad slaughter completely penetrated into him.

Then, what was played was... a wailing melody that had never been heard in hell!
(End of this chapter)