Chapter 844 846 Surrender
The red vines that had besieged the mercenary base for a month retreated completely, as if they had never existed. Ning Qingyun, dressed in a white robe without a speck of dust, stood in front of the entrance of the base with a steady aura and no injuries. He retracted the flames on his body, and the Sky-Splitting Disk flew into his palm and disappeared. He looked peaceful and calm, harmless to humans and animals.
Ye Ziting looked at the man in front of him and couldn't help but think of him standing on the Sky-Splitting Plate, surrounded by black fire like a prison. He bowed and saluted, "Your subordinate welcomes the boss back victoriously. The boss is mighty!"
"The boss is awesome!" the people behind shouted.
Ning Qingyun waved his hand, and without stopping, he walked towards Rong Xianxian who came out to greet him, "Xianxian, why did you come out instead of taking a good rest?"
"Come out to welcome you, the great hero. How is it going? How do you deal with the mother ghost vine? Can you find a way to solve the parasitism?" Rong Xianxian asked.
"I was just about to discuss this with you. After the Fire Spirit subdued it, it wanted to consume it, but the Ghost Vine begged for mercy, saying that if it died, all the humans it parasitized would die, and among those parasitized humans, one would quickly grow into a new Ghost Vine mother, and that would be its new life." Ning Qingyun and Rong Xianxian talked as they walked.
"Those vine threads were all made by the Ghost-faced Red Vine. It's not surprising that a demon plant of this level has some strange abilities. Since it is begging for mercy instead of threatening, it means that it is unwilling to bear such a new life!" Rong Xianxian speculated.
"Yes, it's easy to be reborn, but it's not so easy to regain intelligence. Besides, if it regains intelligence, it will not be the ghost vine it is now!" Ning Qingyun had already come to a well-preserved house with Rong Xianxian while speaking.
After the crisis was resolved, Pan Yang organized people to act quickly to clean up the base and restore it to its original appearance in the shortest time possible.
The room where Ning Qingyun and Rong Xianxian are now is the one that Pan Yang and his men first cleaned out and left for them to use for rest.
"What does it want? If it doesn't die, will it help us solve the parasitic problem?" Rong Xianxian asked.
"The vines are parasitic on the human body and grow by absorbing the human qi and blood. They are not like the red vines outside, which are connected to its roots. So even though the vines are made by it, it cannot control them."
"What should we do then?" Rong Xianxian became anxious immediately after hearing this. She was still thinking about solving the problem here quickly and going to Jindu New City to find her child!
"Don't worry. Although it can't command the vines from a distance, it can enter the human body and re-establish connection with the vines. In this way, it can solve the parasitic problem." Ning Qingyun said.
"This is too dangerous. What if..."
"It said it is willing to sign a contract and submit to me, hoping to gain asylum in return. Do you think this is feasible?" Ning Qingyun knew what Rong Xianxian was worried about, so he asked this question before she finished speaking.
"If that's the case, I think it's feasible. It concerns the lives of more than two thousand brothers. We can neither kill them nor let them go. It would be best to keep them for our own use!" Rong Xianxian's eyes lit up. This way, there would be no need to worry about the ghost vine doing anything in the process of solving the parasitic problem.
When Ning Qingyun heard Rong Xianxian say this, he stretched out his hand, and a Sky-Splitting Disk emerged from his palm. A fire spirit flew out of the Sky-Splitting Disk. He opened his mouth and spit out a red vine as long as his palm. The branches and leaves of the red vine were all wrapped in black silk. It seemed that this was the mother plant of the Ghost-Faced Red Vine.
(End of this chapter)
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