Chapter 325 You Are Not Him
Tamo understood everything only after they were completely integrated, nearly a week after Zhilan's death.
The dragon race was destroyed, the world collapsed, and all creatures on the planet turned into dust in an instant.
Tamo was struck by lightning. He stumbled to the dead planet and searched for a long time before he found the half-rotten dragon body of Zhilan from under the sand.
His face was destroyed, half of it was rotting flesh and half of it was just bones.
Tamo knelt in front of Zhilan's body. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he stretched out his stiff arms and hugged Zhilan silently little by little.
【Zhi Lan...Zhi Lan...】
He held the corpse tightly, and although he tried hard, he didn't dare to use too much force. In the end, he just held the back of Zhi Lan's head and buried his head in his neck.
In the past, he always hid under the tough exterior of the silver ball, pretending to be soft in order to make Zhi Lan like him more.
And now... he actually killed him with his own hands.
[Zhi Lan… Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Don’t be silent, I’m back, I’m back… Don’t be afraid…]
Tamo comforted her softly, and he stroked Zhilan's back with his palm, slowly moving down, feeling out a large number of wounds and scars along the way.
Regret and self-blame almost drowned him. Tamo turned his head to the side and tasted a strong fishy smell of blood in his throat as he swallowed.
[It’s okay… It’s okay…]
Tamo gently smoothed the dirty and tangled hair. He didn't care about the pus that had already dried up on it. He just lowered his head and his voice trembled.
[It doesn’t matter, we still have a chance...Zhi Lan, we still have a chance...]
He is the main system, he has the ability and energy, he can resurrect a person - as long as he wants.
Tamo picked up Zhi Lan and took the corpse back to his own independent space, slowly wiping the tears from his face on the way.
They still have a chance.
He may have missed it before, but there will be a long time in the future and he will have a chance to make up for it.
Tamo had always thought so.
He hid Zhilan's corpse in a closed space, infusing him with life and energy every day. Day after day, year after year, until Zhilan's rotten body began to slowly repair itself and grow clean and intact flesh.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhi Lan finally recovered one day and opened his eyes.
Tamo was ecstatic. He stood beside Zhi Lan stiffly like a child who had made a mistake, his expression tense and not daring to show too many obvious emotions.
【Zhilan.】
Tamo spoke cautiously.
Zhi Lan was in a trance, his face was as pale as paper. He turned his head slightly stiffly when he heard the voice: "...Who are you?"
Tamo paused and said, "Zhilan, I am Suhui. Do you remember me?"
"Backtrack..." Zhi Lan's pupils moved. His broken soul was slowly merging together, and so were the memories mixed in it.
"Suhui...you are Suhui..." Zhi Lan stretched out his hand towards Tamo, "Let me touch it."
Tamo stood obediently, allowing Zhi Lan's palm to touch his face. As usual, he adjusted the process to make his appearance soft, like the fur of some animal.
Zhi Lan's fingertips slowly touched Tamo. He closed his eyes and sensed the touch aimlessly.
"Suhui...you are Suhui..." Zhi Lan murmured twice, and he put his palm downward and felt an arc that was not like a sphere.
The person squatting in front of him was not a ball, but a person.
Zhi Lan's expression froze. His palm stopped at the side of Tamo's face, and without warning, he suddenly grabbed Tamo's neck with his other hand.
"You liar, you are not him!" A bit of ferocity appeared on Zhi Lan's face, and hatred was obvious in his tone, hammering Tamo's nerves with each word, "You killed him, I remember you... You killed him! You are not him... Not him!"
Tamo's mechanical appearance was almost undamaged, but Zhi Lan's grip on his neck still made him feel the pain of suffocation.
He looked up at Zhi Lan blankly, and after a while his nerves collapsed and he suddenly grasped Zhi Lan's wrist.
[How come I am not him? Zhi Lan, I remember everything that happened before. I saw you for the first time on the banks of the Siren River in the 573rd year of the Dragon Clan. I have been with you ever since. I...]
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped on the right side of his face. Although Chi Lan was weak and had little strength, the slap still made Tamo dizzy.
He held the seat next to him, and after a long time he mechanically turned his head to look at Zhi Lan again.
"You are not him, not him..." With his blind eyes in a state of confusion, he retreated to a corner, picked up the sharp knife beside him and pointed it at Tamo, "You killed him! It's all you! It's all you!"
Tamo blinked his dry eyes, looked at Zhi Lan, and suddenly laughed while his ears were buzzing.
【Zhi Lan, you have the right to hate me. 】
As he spoke, he suddenly stood up and approached the corner. Without even looking at the sharp knife in Zhi Lan's hand, he directly condensed his strength into a spike and handed it to Zhi Lan, then held his hand and stabbed it quickly and fiercely into the outer shell of his system.
Ordinary blades won't damage him, but these energies can.
The sound of the core cracking rang out between them, and amid a series of alarms, Tamo stared at Zhi Lan's face motionlessly.
[I'll give you a chance to take revenge, okay? ]
Zhi Lan's pale lips trembled. He was forced into a corner with no way to retreat. He only felt that the place where his palm was inserted was dry and hard, and a tiny electric current stimulated the skin.
Familiar yet strange.
"Why did you do this..." Tears welled up in Zhi Lan's eyes. He half raised his head and looked upward blankly, "What did you do to him? What happened..."
Tamo didn't know what to say. He faced the blunt pain of the sharp blade piercing his core and slowly held Zhi Lan in his arms.
[Zhi Lan, I am Su Hui, can you... look at me again? ]
Zhi Lan's body was cold. He couldn't see what was happening around him, and everything he touched was strange and unfamiliar. Tamo held him like a fragile object, frowning slightly, and soothing Zhi Lan in a low voice.
The air in the small space gradually became quiet. Tamo looked at him again after a while. The tip of Zhilan's nose was red. He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, his body still shaking slightly.
[Zhi Lan, I will heal your eyes, and then I will take you to a new world, a place you have never been to. This time I will go with you, let’s go together…]
Xi Lan remained silent as before. His golden pupils were pale in color as he stared fixedly ahead, also sensing the aura of Tamo.
Tamo saw that his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, so he reached out to help him take it away. However, Zhi Lan seemed to be frightened and turned his head to the other side when he reached out his hand.
Tamo's fingers stiffened and he retracted them.
[…I’ll go out first and come see you in the evening. Is there anything you want to eat?]
Zhi Lan huddled against the wall with his knees hugged. His voice was hoarse, weak and empty: "No."
Tamo didn't say anything else. He sensed Zhi Lan's resistance to him and stood up and walked away.
Zhi Lan remained motionless after hearing the sound. Tamo walked to the edge of the small space and looked back. Zhi Lan was thin and shrouded in shadow, making it almost impossible to see his outline.
Tamo withdrew his gaze and reached out to close the only door that allowed entry and exit to the space.
Zhi Lan had just been resurrected, so it was normal for him to feel unfamiliar with Tamo. After all, Tamo was no longer the same as before.
It's okay...it will be fine later. As long as he is patient, everything will be fine later.
Tamo adjusted his mood. He went out and prepared everything. He made some dishes according to Zhilan's taste when he was in the Dragon Clan.
He ignored the old-fashioned yet extremely precise system algorithms, and just like the silver ball before, he boiled water, stir-fried, and added seasonings according to his own feelings.
Maybe it's not 100% qualified, but only he and Zhi Lan know the taste inside.
Tamo worked hard for the whole afternoon and finally made some meals that looked fairly normal.
During this time, there were other system tasks to be released, so he went to the main control room again. When he came back, the food had gone cold, so Tamo reheated them all and then took them back to his own little space.
【Zhilan.】
He knocked on the barrier door of space.
[Can I come in? ]
There were two knocks on the door, but no answer.
Tamo didn't care. He waited outside the door for a few minutes and knocked on the barrier door again.
【Zhilan? 】
He shouted several times, but still no one answered.
Tamo vaguely felt something strange as time passed slowly. He clenched the lunch box in his hand, and after shouting a few more times with no response, he directly tore open the door of the space.
【Zhi Lan, I...】
Tamo stopped in his tracks. He stood at the door, his face filled with the smell of blood.
Zhi Lan collapsed on the bed, holding the sharp knife in his hand, which was still stained with blood. His arm was casually hanging halfway on the edge of the bed, and blood continued to flow from his wrist, taking away the little warmth in his body.
Tamo stood at the door holding a lunch box, his pale face facing him, his golden pupils dim and filled with resentment.
He has been dead for some time.
"You are not him..."
"You will not end well..."
Those tiny sounds, seemingly real or fake, lingered in Tamo's ears. Tamo blinked his eyes, and felt a black screen in front of his eyes, swallowing up and blocking all the scenery around him.
His grip loosened and the lunch box fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
[Tracing back: Zhilan's resurrection (experiment 367) has failed]
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