Chapter 40 Fang Ke is afraid of injections
The dean next to him noticed something was wrong and reacted immediately. He held Fang Ke's hand tightly to prevent him from getting up.
Don’t be silly, don’t be silly. You can’t be so willful. You will have to explain everything here later!
During the movement, Shen Cinian had already walked over.
The dean didn't know Shen Cinian and just thought he was weird.
However, he didn't have a very dangerous aura, so the dean didn't regard him as Abyss Level. Although he was wary, he was not very afraid.
Fang Ke was still glaring at Shu Yi, his shoulders shrugging slightly, as if he had not given up on his intention to stand up and beat him up.
The other ghosts had different thoughts. Most of them were dissatisfied with the Lord God sitting at the same table with humans, and seemed to be biased towards humans.
The dean was old and not as strong as Fang Ke. Seeing that he was about to be broken free, he sighed heavily.
What hatred or grudge must cause conflict now?
Unable to stand up, his shoulder was held down by a hand. Shen Cinian said nothing, and the air pressure around him was very low.
Shen Qinian is angry. Why is Shen Qinian angry? He is the one who should be angry!
Fang Ke refused to accept it, and he forced himself to hold back his anger, instead pinching Shen Cinian's thigh with his left hand.
Why is Shen Cinian angry at him!
Fang Ke had no idea that his act of opening the window to get some fresh air had been exposed.
He just felt that Shen Cinian was inexplicable, or maybe not inexplicable, okay, okay, Shen Cinian was so angry because he was protecting his little love ghost? Just because he glared at the ghost, Shen Cinian got angry with him.
It seems as if Fang Ke has no temper!
Fang Ke used more and more force, even grabbing the piece of meat and twisting it counterclockwise.
Shen Cinian narrowed his eyes, and the hand that was originally on Fang Ke's shoulder moved to the back of his neck, pinching the skin like a puppy.
Fang Ke paused, then became even more angry!
Shen Cinian threatened him! What right did Shen Cinian have to threaten him!
He immediately raised his hand and knocked the hand down.
With a snap, everyone's attention was drawn to it.
Several ghosts could no longer sit still and stood up!
This human has gone too far! He dares to attack their Lord! He's courting death!
Shen Ci Nian gave them a warning look, and those strange people sat down angrily.
How could the Lord God protect an outsider like this?
Fang Ke didn't notice these changes. He lowered his head and sulked, pinching the outside of Chen Qinian's thigh and refusing to let go.
Like a crab...
Shen Ci Nian was somewhat helpless, turned his head and whispered: "Relax the pliers, it's time to pinch enough."
Not enough! The more Fang Ke held his breath, the more it seemed to grow and the angrier he became.
If the occasion had not allowed it, he would have punched Shen Cinian in the nose.
Chen Cinian used his right hand to pry open Fang Ke's fingers little by little, and then held them in his palm.
Fang Ke used his nails to dig into his palm.
He sighed inwardly.
It's outrageous.
He's too gentle, isn't he?
It's time to trim the dog's claws.
"Stop digging," he said in a relatively gentle voice. "A tetanus shot is expensive, don't you think?"
Fang Ke said nothing. What did he say? He had nothing to say!
Fang Ke said nothing, just wanting to tear Shen Cinian's palm into pieces.
Shen Ci Nian tolerated him and even coaxed him kindly: "That's enough. If you dig any further, you'll see bones. That's scary."
"Student Fang Ke, I'm timid, don't scare me"
The timid ones can get together with the cunning ones! Even in bed!
Fang Ke dug harder and harder.
Shen Ci Nian's eyes darkened for a moment.
Maybe your dog's claws don't need to be trimmed, they need to be repaired.
If he hit Fang Ke's paw until it swelled up, would Fang Ke shed tears pitifully?
Tsk, that looks great.
The banquet became quiet. Shuyi's men brought a few dishes from time to time, but there was no singing or dancing in the middle of the seats. Instead, the main system 001 stood in the middle and said that the new copy produced by Shuyi would be launched soon, and hoped that everyone would go back and encourage their forces to actively participate.
The main system secretly glanced at Shen Cinian and sighed, "The reward from the Weird side is... a wisp of God's breath. The reward from the human player side is... enough supplies for the country to live for a year."
There is also a hidden reward, but it is not mentioned and the ghost god will not allow it.
The purpose of not telling anyone is to let everyone know about this thing, so Fang Ke can keep it for himself.
Instead of being taken away by human superiors.
The dean on the side wrote down this important information in a notebook.
Supplies are precious and scarce, and dungeons rarely reward such large amounts of supplies.
The dean couldn't help but look at Fang Ke. He hoped that Fang Ke could go down to the dungeon and bring out the supplies, so that their country would have another year of hope of survival.
In the past few years, Fang Ke has brought out at least nearly a hundred years worth of supplies. These supplies will not be distributed all at once, but will automatically appear in warehouses in various places after a period of time, so there is no need to worry about expiration.
But a hundred years is still too short for human history. How will humanity continue after a hundred years? If Fang Ke is dead by then, and there is no new person with sufficient strength to take over, what will happen to humanity?
Even the third-ranked president is only less than level 100. A level 100 monster has difficulty dealing with even nightmare-level monsters. If Fang Ke's soul really dissipates, humanity will fall into an unprecedented crisis.
Why are some people able to sit in those high positions when they don’t even understand such a simple truth?
Why don't you make friends with Fang Ke, but instead make enemies with him...
Thinking of this, the dean looked at Fang Ke again.
The Security Bureau didn't torture Fang Ke's soul, right? But please don't hurt Fang Ke's soul, it is the foundation of the country.
Do those people think that a hundred years is enough for them to die, so they wantonly cross the river and destroy the bridge?
Have they ever considered what will happen to mankind a hundred years from now? Do they only think about their own lives and not the future generations?
Fang Ke is still young now. As long as his body is well and his soul is safe, it will be possible for him to bring out supplies for a thousand years.
Why do we have to drain the pond to catch fish? Why can't we understand such a simple truth?
Fang Ke felt the dean's burning gaze, was stunned, and ignored him.
Why should he care? He is just a bodyguard. All he needs to do is send the person back. He doesn't want to get involved in anything else.
He didn't want to go to prison. The Yulingren Prison was not an ordinary prison. Once he entered there, he would be tied up day and night, with no time for exercise and no possibility of visits.
That's not a prison, that's...
A storage room for human experiments sanctioned by the authorities.
Used to study the secrets of strengthening the spirit master's body in order to develop a substitute for system points.
Sometimes, souls are cut open for research.
In fact, a large part of the theoretical basis obtained by external research institutes comes from practice in prisons.
He didn't want to, didn't want to be like this.
His soul could not escape his body.
His soul was strong enough to defeat even weaker Overlords, but his body couldn't resist the electric currents of his fellow humans.
Fang Ke slowly loosened the grip of his fingers. No one could understand the feeling of powerlessness.
No one can understand the feeling that no matter how many contributions you have made, no matter how many times you have been on the line between life and death, no one cares.
The only thing people care about is: Fang Ke = danger.
Only: Fang Ke = threat to public safety.
So squeeze him dry, chew him over and over like a piece of sugarcane, until only the useless dregs are left, then spit him out and let him die a good death.
It's all for the good of humanity, and most humans support it, so what's wrong with that? The one who's wrong is Fang Ke. Who made Fang Ke inherently evil? He's the kind of person who would turn to a weird terrorist like his mother, who betrayed humanity.
No matter how many achievements he has, they cannot outweigh the weight of a guess.
The banquet soon came to an end and the guests left one after another.
Fang Ke and the dean got on the hearse again. The dean breathed a sigh of relief. It was a close call, nothing dangerous. It was great.
Shen Ci Nian did not go with them. He watched them leave and then disappeared as he had come.
Shu Yi looked at the place where Chen Cinian disappeared. There was only a black mist that was about to disperse. He stretched out his hand to gather the black mist, held it under his nose, took a deep breath, and sucked it all into his lungs, storing it in his body.
"Lord..." His eyes were filled with obsession. "I also want to go to the human world to play. You won't blame me for disobeying the ban, right?"
"I'm not going to do anything destructive. I'm just going for a spin... a spin..."
…
It was already daybreak, around seven in the morning.
Shen Cinian sat on a chair beside the bed, waiting for Fang Ke to wake up with a sullen face.
It's time to settle the accounts.
About half an hour later, Fang Ke opened his eyes. He couldn't adapt to the sudden blurred vision for a while. He lay there in silence for a long time and didn't notice that there was someone beside the bed.
No! Wasn't he sitting by the window? Why was he on the bed?
"Awake." Shen Cinian handed over two cups of medicine, "Drink it."
Fang Ke sat up silently, took the medicine, held it in his arms and drank it, his heart trembling a little.
He felt that Shen Cinian was still angry, but this time he suddenly didn't have the confidence to get angry too.
A thought suddenly flashed through his mind: He is finished, he is in trouble, what should he do now?
I don’t know, let’s wait and see.
Out of the corner of his eye he suddenly caught sight of something on the bedside table, and his back instantly tightened, as if something was stabbing him in the back.
I didn't see it clearly, but it might be a...
It's not a good thing anyway.
Shen Cinian touched Fang Ke's forehead. He had a fever again in the morning, and the temperature seemed to be quite high.
It is normal to repeat this process. Shen Cinian picked up the syringe and medicine that had been prepared long ago and pushed out the air inside.
He pushed his glasses up, his tone unrecognizable as joy or anger, "Come here, take off your pants, and lie down on the edge of the bed."
"I don't." Fang Ke pulled the quilt up a little to cover himself.
"Come here, you have a high fever and need an injection."
"I don't need it." Fang Ke covered his face as well. "I don't want injections."
"So, do you want me to hit you?" Shen Qinian's long-suppressed anger finally leaked out. Seeing the person on the bed tremble slightly, he paused and softened his tone, "Come here, be obedient, it's just an injection, don't be afraid."
"Who's scared?" Fang Ke suddenly got angry, pulled down the quilt and clenched his fists.
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