Whoosh—
The night wind blew past Huang Ming's ears, and the stalks of wheat gently brushed against his arms.
On the ground, the dim light from his cell phone was exceptionally glaring in this wheat field amid the howling night wind.
Huang Ming lowered his head, gasp—
He shuddered all over!
Huang Ming saw a shadow looming over his cell phone!
He wasn't stupid, he knew it was his own shadow!
But he was still afraid!
Huang Ming couldn't help thinking, it would be great if Doctor Lu was here now!
Ding!
Right on cue, a message from Lu Yuan arrived on his phone.
"Master Huang Ming, don't be afraid, I'm behind you watching over you, don't believe me? Turn around and take a look, hehe!"
The message ended with a silly grinning dog emoji.
At this moment, Huang Ming just wanted to say "f**k".
Of course he didn't say it out loud, he had to keep his respect for Doctor Lu in his heart.
He didn't say anything, but Huang Ming's body was very honest and looked back at the road he had come from. As a result—
The road had disappeared.
Now Huang Ming panicked.
Whoosh—
The night wind around him seemed to turn cold and urgent in an instant, blowing so hard that Huang Ming felt it was somewhat difficult to breathe.
His phone was still on the ground emitting a dim glow. Huang Ming didn't know if he should pick it up.
As someone who used to be a pollutant and had the special ability of aura sensing, Huang Ming's endurance was much stronger than ordinary people.
At this moment, Huang Ming kept telling himself in his heart: Stay calm! Stay calm! You can win!
Huang Ming, you're going to be an exorcist!
Ding!
Just then, a new text message came in, still from Lu Yuan.
"Master Huang Ming, you must stay calm! Don't look back no matter what, it could be very dangerous!"
Huang Ming looked at the message on his phone, confused during the first few seconds.
Then calm in the next few seconds, because of the last two words.
Doctor Lu didn't have the habit of using words like "hehe" when chatting.
Just think of that extremely calm, always carrying who knows how many surgical knives, ready to cut people open at the slightest disagreement—Lu Yuan, was now sending him a "hehe"?
Even Huang Ming in this unknown dangerous environment had to laugh.
This laugh made him feel much more relaxed. Suddenly the night wind around him became comfortable again, the stalks of wheat softened, and the wafting scent of plants turned sweeter.
It was all in his head!
Huang Ming laughed at himself, then bent down to pick up his phone. But—
He hadn't moved yet, when the shadow on the ground looming over his phone did.
That shadow on the ground should have been one with Huang Ming, cast by the moon in the sky.
At this moment, Huang Ming watched with his own eyes as it seemed to slither away from him like a person!
In an instant, goosebumps broke out all over Huang Ming's body!
That was his freaking shadow!
It just ran off like that?!
Ding!
Abruptly, a new message came in on the phone: "Master Huang Ming, were you thinking that I would never send a 'hehe'? Haha, I was just kidding! Hehe~"
Huang Ming's mouth twitched violently. He felt like...he couldn't think straight.
Because the messages on the phone seemed to break down his psychological defenses according to his thoughts!
The next second, Huang Ming bent down without hesitation, grabbed his phone, turned and ran!
Even though the road he had come on was no longer visible behind him, Huang Ming still sprinted like crazy!
He had to get out of this wheat field first!
As he ran, Huang Ming muttered to himself anxiously: "Stay calm, stay calm, Huang Ming, you're going to be an exor—f**k!"
Bang!
A dark shadow rapidly enlarged in Huang Ming's eyes, and he crashed headfirst into it.
Before losing consciousness, Huang Ming only had one feeling: this was a person, and he smelled terrible, terrible.
...
Yun City, Eastern Medical College, 5:40 am.
It was still dark, and a light rain was falling.
Lu Yuan came out of Operating Room 2, washed his face, rinsed his mouth, brushed his teeth, then sat in the consultation room waiting for the patient coming at 6 am.
At 6, Lu Yuan looked through the window at the light rain outside. No one had appeared at the college gates.
Lu Yuan took out the fruit of his labor last night from his white coat, an artificially engineered organ about the size of a baseball.
It looked similar to a heart, but medicine and anesthetics could be injected into this one.
Even though he had managed to reduce it from the size of a football to a baseball, it still wasn't small enough for Lu Yuan.
It needed to be ping pong ball-sized to be of any real use.
Otherwise, this engineered organ would not achieve its maximum value.
At 6:10, a figure wrapped in straw stumbled through the silk-like rain and arrived at Lu Yuan's clinic.
Seeing the person, Lu Yuan dialed a number on his phone, no one picked up.
A long absent pathological smile appeared on Lu Yuan's face.
The figure wrapped in straw stood motionless in front of the check-in kiosk in the reception hall.
"Hello, we don't have many patients right now, so the doctor is not busy. You don't need to take a number," a crisp voice rang out from the inner corridor. Dressed in a nurse's uniform, Liu Yuan walked out with a smile.
As she approached the figure, Liu Yuan immediately smelled an unusually pungent stench, but her smile didn't falter because of the odor.
The figure stiffly looked up at Liu Yuan, and spoke in a raspy voice as if glass and sand were grinding together: "I'm looking for the doctor."
"Alright, please come this way with me."
Liu Yuan led the figure towards Lu Yuan's consultation room.
The figure walked very slowly behind her.
Liu Yuan arrived first outside Lu Yuan's consultation room and stood by the door waiting.
Lu Yuan looked at Liu Yuan and said lightly: "Not bad, you're getting better at reading situations!"
Liu Yuan's face still wore a smile looking at the figure, but her lips moved slightly as she whispered: "It's rare to come across a little ghost daring to throw a tantrum in front of the King of Hell, how lovely!"
Lu Yuan smiled without responding.
Soon, the figure sat down across from Lu Yuan.
Straw wrapped around his entire body, with a rain-drenched hat dripping water droplets on his head, the brim pulled down over his brows, hiding his entire face in shadow.
The raspy voice spoke: "I'm looking for the doctor."
Lu Yuan smiled: "That's me."
The figure: "My chest feels uncomfortable. Someone told me I'd die soon if I don't see you."
Lu Yuan was silent for a moment, then asked: "You smell very bad, do you know?"
The figure didn't respond.
Lu Yuan tapped the desk in front of him. "Hold out your hand."
The figure complied.
Lu Yuan grasped his hand, and subtly, sizzling sounds emerged with wisps of smoke from where their hands touched!
Dragon scales appeared on Lu Yuan's hand holding the figure's, and a hint of firelight could be glimpsed in his palm!
Yet despite this, the figure had no reaction at all!
Seeing this, Lu Yuan sighed and said softly: "Rest in peace, you've been dead for days."
As he spoke, the flames spread from Lu Yuan's hand to the figure's body, swiftly burning away all the straw and revealing the figure's long-rotted flesh beneath.
What was most striking were the figure's eyes!
Although his body had rotted long ago, the figure's eyes were perfectly intact, even glinting with an uncanny luster!
At this point, Lu Yuan, who had just sighed a moment ago, suddenly changed his tone. Leaning forward, he stared at the burning corpse's eyes and said slowly:
"I know you can hear me."
"I don't know how I offended you to make you treat me this way."
"But since you've come to my door, let me make this clear."
"Dead or alive, my comrades are off limits to you."
"I haven't come across such high quality material, a perfect template with superpowers, for a long time."
"Don't worry, I will find you."
"With my gentlest hand, I'll place you on my favorite operating table."
"I'll use the tiniest, yet absolutely sharp scalpel, starting from your chest cavity, bit by bit, to transform you into the most forthcoming person to me."
"I will use the most exquisite blade skills I can master to delicately carve every inch of your skin, every inch of your flesh, from the inside out. I won't even let your blood vessels go," Lu Yuan said.
"Because I want to make you the most perfect work of art in my exhibition hall."
"I can't wait to see you, my dear..."
As Lu Yuan spoke, the pathological smile on his face seemed to freeze in place!
He slowly extended his tongue and lightly traced it over his somewhat pale lips, which were dry from not having drank water all night.
Burning in his eyes was a kind of madness taken to the extreme.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
