"puff--!"
Her vision went completely black, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed out. Her body fell straight backward like a puppet with its strings cut, and her consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, instantly plunged into boundless darkness.
Before she completely lost consciousness, the last thing she vaguely "saw" was Li Wufeng's cold, emotionless, sharp gaze sweeping over her "scrap metal" body.
"Take it away." Li Wufeng's cold voice rang out, as if he were ordering someone to clean up trash.
Jiang Chan felt like a rag being roughly dragged along, her body rubbing against the cold ground, and the brand on her wrists throbbed with pain once again.
But she couldn't feel much; her consciousness sank into a bottomless darkness, leaving only endless exhaustion and a lingering, bone-deep tearing sensation.
I don't know how much time passed.
Whoosh!
A bucket of ice-cold, sour-smelling water was splashed hard on her face!
"Cough! Cough cough!" Jiang Chan was choked awake and coughed violently. The icy water flowed down her neck and into her clothes, making her shiver. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids.
It was that familiar prison again.
Dark, damp, and foul-smelling.
The old woman lay limp and motionless not far from her, her body stiff and cold.
The young man was curled up in the corner, holding his head, his body still twitching unconsciously, making silly "hoarse" laughs, saliva mixed with blood dripping down his chin, and his eyes were completely empty.
The guard stood outside the iron gate, holding an empty bucket, cursing with disgust: "Damn it! Another one ruined! Guihai, you're lucky to be alive. Hurry up and clean yourself up, if you're not quite dead yet, stay put!"
Clang!
The iron gate was closed and locked again.
Only that chilling, silly laughter and Jiang Chan's own heavy, painful breathing filled the cell.
She struggled to turn over and lay on her back on the ground, the cold stone slabs stinging her back.
Every part of my body aches, especially my head, which feels like it's being pricked by countless needles or repeatedly pounded by a heavy object; the dull pain is unbearable.
Every breath involves the lungs and internal organs.
"System..." Jiang Chan called out weakly in her mind, her voice trembling with relief, "...Did it succeed?"
The system's cold, impersonal notification sound rang out.
Immediately afterwards:
[Information Integration Module Execution Report:]
The false prophecy fragment 'Blood Moon Collapses, Soul-Splitting Pierces, Seven Kills Shift' has been successfully grafted.
[Injection point: The underlying logic loop of the core deduction array.]
[Contamination Status: Implanted.]
[Current pollution trigger probability: increased to 79.3%.]
[Mission: Celestial Virus, Progress: 100%! Completed!]
It was a success!
It really worked!
A surge of immense, unreal ecstasy instantly overcame the excruciating pain in her body. Jiang Chan bit her lip hard to keep herself from laughing out loud.
She succeeded! She planted that deadly "virus" into the heart of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion!
Li Wufeng...you...you just wait!
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