Chapter 73 Old Campus "So we can connect with someone else's head."...
Class Two was the only room that retained its classroom appearance. Deng Dayun dragged the painting back and tentatively spoke to Xue Chao. A small, dark gray figure was smeared in the painting, motionless. He then realized that even if Xue Chao could hear and move, he was already lucky to have the strength to breathe. His behavior was like frantically shaking a seriously injured person and saying, "Hold on, don't die," as if afraid that the other person would die too slowly... making him seem very stupid.
Fearing that Xue Chaozhen might die inside the painting, but not knowing how to release him, and even if he did, he feared he would shatter on the spot. So he applied a drop of healing potion, sweating profusely as he stared intently at the little black figure. He saw the little figure seem to turn its head slightly, its hair undulating like waves.
Deng Dayun breathed a sigh of relief. He poured the only two bottles of healing potions into the painting. After a while, Coal Ball slowly raised his hand and made a heart shape that would require a microscope to see.
The whole process was more tiring than Deng Dayun had imagined. He collapsed back into his chair, exhausted. The painting lay flat on the table. In the blink of an eye, Xue Chao had already stood up and slowly walked over. In the painting, his image was magnified, creating an indescribable sense of horror.
Xue Chao's hospital gown was burned down to just a few pieces, like leaves huddled around a primitive man. He stood close enough that it eventually became a half-body portrait of him. The smoky blackness spread across his sexy flesh, creating a grainy texture. The healing medicine wasn't enough to stop the bleeding, and the hideous red wounds were like some kind of mysterious totem, weaving between the cold white of his flesh and the polluted blackness.
It perfectly matches the mythical, chaotic background behind it, like a fierce god emerging from the flames of war, accompanied by victory and death.
He slightly raised his face, revealing a scar on his right cheek that was even longer than Deng Dayun's, but his expression was indifferent and cold, just like his quiet blue eyes amidst the raging fire.
He opened his mouth, but Deng Dayun could not hear the sound or read lips. He then tried to raise his hand to write something in the air, but judging from Deng Dayun's expression, it did not appear on the canvas. So he simply dipped his still-wet blood in it and wrote crookedly backwards on his chest, "Looking for the dying man".
Just then, Deng Dayun found it. The nurse came out of the ward at the end of the room, shaking her head and sighing. The blood that had just been drawn was swirling and spinning in the syringe. Deng Dayun, holding the picture frame, and the dog sneaked into the ward, continuing the host's old trick of hiding under the patient's bed.
An angel descended to earth before the sickbed, guiding the soul in the clinic. The moment the fire broke out, Deng Dayun emerged, stuffing the painting directly into the arms of the six-winged angel, then took the empty painting and rushed out the door.
The angel blinked his head: "...?"
Xue Chao in the painting: "
He did indeed mean he was looking for a "clinical" angel... but Deng Dayun's understanding was far ahead of his time.
After exchanging bewildered glances, the angel casually tossed aside the painting and chased after Deng Dayun. His large, long wings inevitably swept past, and Xue Chao viciously grabbed them, pulling them hard. The painting and the angel fell into the fire together.
The enormous, snow-white six wings slowly unfolded amidst the screaming flames.
A bony yet powerful hand burst through the flames, its veins bulging as it grabbed the curtain. The man tumbled out of the burning hospital bed. Turning around, he saw that the flames had transformed into the shape of angel wings, merging with the angel.
He slowly got up. The pain in his flesh had stopped, but the "fire" inside his body was still burning fiercely. He thought back carefully and realized that the burning pain inside his body had started before and after he escaped into the film tube, but he had confused it with the burning fire.
It felt like his muscles and bones were being scalded repeatedly by hot water, making him both physically and mentally agitated. He rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water over his head, battling against the cold water through his skin, which finally helped him feel a little better.
Outside the wall, the hospital bed was burning red-hot, and you could smell the smoke.
He grabbed another hospital gown to avoid touching his wound, but didn't button it up. Then he heard Deng Dayun's footsteps return, carrying a picture frame and a medical kit, and opened the door.
Xue Chao intended to dodge, but the sudden movement aggravated the burns on his inner thigh, causing his knees to buckle and preventing him from avoiding the door. Instead, he instinctively reached for the doorknob and was hit squarely by the wide-open door. He coughed up blood, which splattered all over Deng Dayun's shirt and a few drops landed on his face.
Deng Dayun dropped everything in his arms and stared blankly at him. Xue Chao still had the leisure to estimate that he probably thought Deng Dayun was going to die.
"You, you..."
Xue Chao wiped it casually and raised an eyebrow: "You've got guts."
With no certainty of who will live or die, how dare he come back like this? Isn't he afraid of the angels just waiting for him to walk right into their trap?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Deng Dayun came to his senses and realized that the other party was not going to settle the score for being hit. He cautiously observed the other party, holding his words in his mouth, and said uncertainly, "...that sunflower said you're alright."
Although he didn't trust that player to begin with... this is far from the truth. Is this what you call nothing happening?
You can just carry a coffin and start the funeral.
Xue Chao's expression turned cold, and he threw the painting in his arms into the fire: "What else did you say?"
"...Some really disgusting things he said. He was concerned about your injury and asked me to give you these, saying there were painkillers inside, good for both external and internal injuries." Deng Dayun had tried his best to extract the core information and ignore the ambiguous words. He handed over the first-aid kit, noticing that Xue Chao had only had the gauze removed from his bandages. "He also asked me to ask you, 'Do you still like the flowers I gave you...'"
The flower was not only a rose petal, but also the remains of a young girl's body that had been ignited by supernatural powers. When Jiang Ming appeared in front of him with a sunflower head and said, "I'll give you a flower," he was already thinking about how to trick him.
Xue Chao didn't show any particular expression, but Deng Dayun seemed hesitant to speak, as if weighing something. It wasn't until Xue Chao's wounds were bandaged up and he glanced at him that he whispered, "...Be careful of him."
It's quite unusual for an autistic teenager who wishes the whole world were mute to offer advice, especially since it involves two guys who seem like a huge problem.
Although as soon as the words left his mouth, Deng Dayun regretted it so much that he wished he could shrink back into the sand like an ostrich.
"You're quite perceptive." Xue Chao led the way, took a bottle of ice water from the vending machine, and applied it to the gauze to relieve the burning pain. "Knowing he's mentally unstable, stay away from him."
Deng Dayun pursed his lips, thinking to himself, "How dare you insult others?"
But the two are indeed different. Xue Chao is straightforward and ruthless. He dares to do what others dare not do, and he does what others cannot think of. Every step he takes is like a risky move. He always puts himself in a life-or-death situation and survives. He lacks the "fear" that ordinary people would have. Therefore, at times, he stands out as an extreme and incompatible person.
But the person gave him a stranger feeling, hard to explain. His eyebrows and eyes were bright and lively, his whole demeanor was light and graceful, yet there was a kind of sickly radiance about him.
If a cheerful person is described as the sun, then that person is a total solar eclipse, a halo in the black sky representing the end of the world.
He wasn't sure if he was overthinking it, but when that guy asked about Xue Chao's situation with an overly sweet and saccharine tone, he sensed murderous intent.
However, judging from Xue Chao's tone, he seemed to have a clue. Just as Deng Dayun was about to "let go" of the matter from his mind, he heard Xue Chao ask casually, "He wants to kill me?"
Deng Dayun glanced at him, unable to hide his shock, unsure whether to say, "I guessed right" or "You knew that?"
Xue Chao chuckled softly and asked again, "Did you see any other heads?"
"No."
"That's what he burned."
Deng Dayun couldn't keep up again: "...What are you burning? Heads? Whose heads...Why is he burning heads?"
"So he can attach his head to someone else's," Xue Chao said calmly, uttering a startling statement. "The sunflower on his neck isn't his."
"...Huh?" Deng Dayun's brain was overloaded.
"【Deng Dayun】Isn't that what I meant...?"
"[Deng Dayun] So Jiang Ming burned his own head and then stole someone else's!"
"[Deng Dayun]... It wasn't just robbery. Didn't you see how I pulled the body out? Jiang Ming must have pulled the head out by the roots, then slowly inserted plant roots into his own cavity, taking root in his own flesh... Ugh..."
"【Deng Dayun】stitched it so well, you can't even tell it's someone else's head!"
"【Deng Dayun】And judging from what Jiang Ming said just now, did you also touch... Damn, when I was listening, I was imagining that scene, and I just felt that the two of them were a bit ambiguous. It turns out that it was a deliberate test! Aren't you afraid of being exposed? You are really skilled and bold."
"【Deng Dayun】The sunflower is clearly using flesh and blood as nourishment, and may have already truly merged with Jiang Ming... Isn't this grafting?"
"【Deng Dayun】is truly one mountain after another, each one more insane than the last..."
"【Deng Dayun】No, aren't you curious about how he did it! To cut off your own head and still live is ridiculous enough. It's more like he emptied a sunflower and put it on his head!"
"【Deng Dayun】makes sense...but regardless of which one, it's still madness. Why do he do this? And who exactly is he?!"
Deng Dayun had the same doubts. His first reaction was "Impossible." He glanced at Xue Chao's expression to see if he was joking. He saw Xue Chao's legs bend and he fell down. He was so scared that he immediately went to help him up, but the size difference was too great. Xue Chao lifted him up like a chick, while he helped Xue Chao up like a fallen tree. He was easily pulled down and fell on Xue Chao's chest, forcing Xue Chao to cough up blood. Xue Chao's head tilted to one side.
"..." Deng Dayun's face turned ashen, and he trembled violently. "I...I killed someone..."
Xue Chao rolled his eyes inwardly, feeling weak, and gave him an impatient shove. Deng Dayun stumbled forward, and the nurse's urgent footsteps sounded precisely the next second. He instinctively followed the force of the push and darted away into the stairwell before remembering that there was still someone else there.
But he didn't dare go out, so he hugged his knees and huddled behind the door like a mushroom, anxiously listening to every move outside.
Xue Chao deliberately let him leave, but why?
Of all the people, only Xue Chao has no identity related to the plot in the hospital. He is like an unregistered person or a bug that should not exist. If he is caught, he will most likely be eliminated by the evil native NPCs... But he is so resourceful, and he doesn't seem like he would easily give up his life.
The nurse quickly walked to Xue Chao's side, bent down to examine him closely, casting a large shadow. Xue Chao had his eyes closed, as if he had fainted.
After a agonizingly long silence, she sat up, but her head was lowered as the needle pierced Xue Chao's arm, deliberately choosing the most painful angle to begin drawing blood.
Xue Chao did not react at all.
Once the nurse was sure he had really passed out, she withdrew the needle, gave a sharp complaint, and dragged Xue Chao away.
Xue Chao's injury had not yet healed, and this rubbing caused the wound to stain the gauze red, leaving a new red mark on the dirty white floor.
Deng Dayun, who was eavesdropping, was still trembling with fear. Wouldn't he be doomed if he were taken away like this? Surely the NPC wouldn't drag him away just to serve him food, right?
The person had already gone far away. He mustered up his courage, peeked out, and saw Xue Chao, who was being dragged away, open his blue eyes, look at him clearly, and raise the fingertips hanging at his side.
It meant for him to "follow up".
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