Chapter 106 Fungal Remains Frenzy 67 Promise.
Looking at the lifeless human form, Nanmen Jue was shocked. She never expected that Yu Wanyan's body was fake.
This body looks so real, the texture and feel of the skin are no different from a normal living person. Nanmen Jue has met her so many times, and he has never doubted that this body is a puppet. Is Yu Wanyan's method really that clever?
Is this the only way for a sixteen-year-old girl like her to survive and thrive in this kind of world?
How could Yu Wanyan, a sixteen-year-old girl, master such advanced technology so quickly? Even if she learned it in a later, high-tech reincarnation world, her talent and ability are truly terrifying.
The girl with such talent and ability is a ruthless killer.
Undeterred, Nanmen Jue stepped forward, raised his knife, and severed the body's head.
A sinister smile twisted her delicate features, and her head rolled off, splattering realistic blood. However, what was exposed at her neck were severed electrical wires, still crackling with electricity.
Nanmen Jue's lips trembled slightly, then she pursed them tightly. Her expression turned cold as she turned to help Ying Yao.
She kicked one of the attacking puppets to the ground, her anger raging, and she struck with extraordinary ferocity, plunging a knife deep into the puppet's head, pulling it out along with some blood and brain matter.
It turns out that when the Mech Girl creates a regular puppet, she doesn't need to remove the brain matter too thoroughly.
Ying Yao dealt with the remaining two puppets and walked to her side. Nanmen Jue didn't look up. "Since you're so badly injured, why are you still forcing yourself to join in the fun?"
Ying Yao shook his head. "It's a side effect of the prop, not an injury. It was there before entering this world, so it has nothing to do with you."
He was indifferent, but he clearly heard the worry and guilt in Nanmen Jue's words and responded accordingly.
Nanmen Jue paused. Such severe aftereffects must have required the use of at least a high-level item of purple or orange grade. And yet, he was able to suppress Cheng Xiuye even while suffering from these aftereffects, only now finally giving up. How strong must he have been at his peak?
Are values above 80 really that disparate?
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Nanmen Jue slowly stood up.
She should have done something long ago, but she never did. She doesn't even dare to look in that direction now. She just stands there stiffly, her hand holding the dagger trembling slightly.
Ying Yao glanced back at the operating table, then looked at Nanmen Jue, his emotionless, mechanical voice revealing understanding.
"You are afraid."
Nanmen Jue gently closed his eyes.
Whether she finally mustered up her courage or wanted to refute Ying Yao's assumption that she was afraid, she suddenly turned around decisively and strode toward the operating table.
However, while a calm exterior can be faked, it cannot deceive her own heart. The journey was short, and she walked quickly until she stood before the operating table, her mind blank.
The little girl was tied to the bed, her brain exposed, and tears were streaming from her eyes.
Ying Yao arrived shortly afterward. He didn't say anything more to provoke Nanmen Jue, but instead helped Zhang Zhi untie the ropes binding her.
As Nanmen Jue awoke from his dream, he leaned closer to Zhang Zhi. Their two identical pale faces were very close together. Nanmen Jue instinctively reached out to touch her head, but then froze in mid-air.
"...Is there any way, is there any way to save her?" Nanmen Jue said softly.
“If Nanmen Yu were here, perhaps it would be possible.” Ying Yao’s voice was also very soft, as if he was afraid of provoking Nanmen Jue. “But I can’t. I don’t have the tools to bring people back to life and heal their bones.”
Nanmen Jue remained silent. She had expected this answer, but hearing it still gave her a heavy tremor in her heart.
She spoke again, her voice much hoarse this time, "Is there anything that can make her talk to me without feeling any pain?"
Ying Yao didn't answer immediately, which clearly meant he didn't mean it was nothing. Nanmen Jue turned to look at him and said, "Although I already owe you a lot of favors, I remember them all and I will repay them one by one."
Ying Yao shook his head again, "That's not what I'm worried about."
Nanmen Jue frowned, straightened up to face her, and looked confused.
"Do you really want to listen to someone's dying words?" Ying Yao said, interrupting Nanmen Jue who was about to speak, and continued, "If you don't listen to what she says, from now on any word you need can be her last words, but once you listen, her karma will fall on you, turning into a net that will completely trap you."
Nanmen Jue was surprised that he would say such a thing. The confusion in her eyes faded, and she smiled weakly, her voice unusually firm.
“The moment I agreed to Father Zhang’s request, I accepted her karma. There’s no reason for me to run away when she’s going to die.”
Ying Yao didn't speak, but Nanmen Jue felt his gaze fixed intently on him. Then, he silently handed Nanmen Jue something.
It was a piece of red silk.
“Tie this to her wrist,” Ying Yao said.
The props in the space were strange and varied, and Nanmen Jue was too lazy to figure them out. He didn't even bother to assign any of the side effects to them, and simply took them and tied them to Zhang Zhi's wrist.
Her body showed no reaction, presumably the side effects had been absorbed by Ying Yao.
With mixed feelings, Nanmen Jue lowered his eyes. When he saw Zhang Zhi's eyelashes flutter, he immediately knelt down and took her hand.
She wanted to call her name, but an overwhelming sense of guilt overwhelmed her, and she couldn't utter a sound. Instead, Zhang Zhi opened her eyes and gave her a weak smile.
"Nanmen...brother."
Nanmen Jue's voice was deep in his throat, and he responded with a deep, resonant sound.
She had a lot to say, but when she was finally able to speak, the first thing she uttered was, "I'm sorry."
“Don’t… say sorry.” Zhang Zhi stared blankly at the dilapidated and abandoned beam. “I’ve said it before, you’re not the bad guy, you don’t need to feel sorry for anything.”
Nanmen Jue opened his mouth, his eyes turning an alarming red.
Her apology wasn't just for herself, nor was it just for Zhang Zhi, but Zhang Zhi didn't understand. Of course, she wouldn't understand that this girl was just a pitiful victim who was chosen by chance.
There are many, many victims like her in this cycle of reincarnation, including Zhao Huai Ren and Qin Ye Han in the first world. They are all victims. Some of them are just lucky to survive, but their survival is not due to the world's kindness or mercy. Rather, it is due to a combination of factors, including strength and coincidence.
Nanmen Jue was a little dazed when Zhang Zhi's right hand moved slightly in her palm, and she immediately came back to her senses.
“Brother Nanmen, I’m so happy,” Zhang Zhi said softly. “You’ve been protecting me until the very last moment, and I knew it all along.”
Nanmen Jue's throat churned, and he could only utter a few words: "I'm too weak."
Zhang Zhi couldn't shake her head. Her brain had been completely opened, and her motor nerves were affected. Moving her fingers like before was already her limit. She could only try her best to open her mouth with the help of the prop.
"People should support each other, like intertwined branches, but they must not forget their own paths and take responsibility for their own destiny, just as trees take root, though they live on the same land, they are independent... This is what my father taught me, the teachings of the Holy Mother. Yingyao is right, I should bear my own karma."
Her voice grew weaker and weaker, the effects of the props were fading, and a gray cloud clouded over her bright eyes, just like the cloud that Nanmen Jue had seen many times before people died.
"Zhang Zhi, is there anything you're still worried about?" Nanmen Jue lowered his head, suppressing his urge to speak, and leaned close to her lips. "Anything is fine."
Ying Yao stirred behind him, seemingly wanting to stop him, but in the end he sighed and let Nanmen Jue make such a promise.
This promise is naive, idealistic, and completely unnecessary.
But... Nanmen Jue is willing.
Only she would be willing to make such a promise.
However, the confusion in Zhang Zhi's eyes deepened. "What's on my mind?"
Nanmen Jue said softly, "Make a wish."
“My wish…” Zhang Zhi’s gray eyes suddenly lit up, and a powerful force burst forth from her small body. Her exposed brain trembled excitedly, and her voice became hoarse and sharp.
"I hope this apocalypse ends! I hope... that all the survivors will never, ever have to face such evil people again! No!"
She screamed those words, and then suddenly froze. The last tear rolled down her cheek, and she stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, completely still.
Nanmen Jue quietly watched Zhang Zhi until she breathed her last, then reached out and closed Zhang Zhi's eyes.
“Okay,” she said.
Her answer was so calm, so unusual compared to her previous emotional fluctuations. Ying Yao seemed to sense something and turned to look at Nanmen Jue, only to see her reach out to grab Zhang Zhi's brain.
"...What are you doing?" This was the first time Ying Yao's mechanical voice had revealed such obvious shock.
Nanmen Jue remained calm. She calmly picked up the scalpel beside her and completely removed Zhang Zhi's brain, her movements even more skillful than Yu Wanyan's before.
"After a person dies, the brain does not immediately become inactive; it continues to function for three to five minutes before finally dying."
Nanmen Jue seemed completely unaware of the shocking thing she was doing. She held Zhang Zhi's brain, cut the fresh, bleeding brain into pieces, and put it into a miniature hot pot.
drop--
Before Ying Yao could do anything, a green flame ignited in the hot pot. It burned quietly, engulfing Zhang Zhi's brain and reflecting on Nanmen Jue's face, giving it a somewhat eerie appearance.
The scene was truly bizarre. Ying Yao stood frozen in place, and even the crows still in their cages fell silent. All four eyes were fixed on Nanmen Jue, and they all guessed what she was about to do.
The "cooking" time of this tool is not long. After two minutes of extreme quiet, the green flames gradually go out, and several pieces of brain appear in the pot, as if they have been dyed with dark green paint.
Nanmenjue picked up a piece, and green slime flowed down the cerebral sulcus, like holding a melted gummy candy or a piece of slime.
Either way, it was disgusting, and when he thought about what this thing originally was, even Ying Yao couldn't help but take a step back.
"Wait!" Ying Yao exclaimed urgently, "You..."
However, before Nanmen Jue could say anything, she picked up the brain and expressionlessly stuffed it into her mouth.
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