Chapter 91

By lunch time, the battle dance had come to an end. Both Yu Tu and the administrator breathed a sigh of relief. To the beat of "dong dong cha", "cha cha dong", and "dong dong cha cha dong", the last battle dance ended. Yu Tu cobbled together 500 words of flattery for the winning bookshelf and passed the test successfully.

The gloomy-faced librarian broke up some of the overly active bookshelves and pushed the more tempered bookshelves back to the second floor of the library, thus keeping the situation under control.

He pointed at the book in Yu Tu's hand and said, "If you want to borrow it, swipe the spiritual page and I'll register it."

Yu Tu returned the two flattering reference materials and borrowed "Hypothesis on the Creation of Spirits". When he returned to the first floor, he found that the person with the book covering his face at the front desk had disappeared and he didn't know where he went.

Yu Tu looked at his watch. Gu Hongying had sent him a message saying that he would not be in school this month. If there was anything, he could just call him directly. The message might not be seen for a long time.

After replying with an emoticon, Yu Tu went to the cafeteria to eat a meal, and then returned to the dormitory to continue watching "The Spirit".

He had only read a third of the book, but there was a point in it that Yu Tu couldn't help but read several times:

【The human heart is mixed, driven by desires, and the will gathers, and the spirit is born from this. It is born because of people and dies because of people. It is either great good or great evil. 】

This book was not printed, but handwritten. After this sentence, a line of words was heavily scrawled out with black ink, leaving only the last sentence—

【It is difficult for any living being to have a good ending. 】

For some reason, Yu Tu's heart skipped a beat when he heard these words.

All living things...

There is no happy ending.

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Inside the teahouse, the figure of Buyehou gradually emerged, and the little grey dog ​​barked and flew up to him, just at the moment when he was transforming from nothingness.

Yu Tu lowered his head and rubbed its head, then said with a smile, "Little Gray."

In the inner world, each ancient bloodline is inherited individually, and only after the previous heir dies will the next heir of the same bloodline be born.

To give an example that Yu Tu is familiar with, the same is true for the Grass Clan’s Patriarch Di Wu and Elder Di Xiu. While inheriting the ancient bloodline, they also inherited the only name.

Similarly, not all ancient bloodlines can be passed on. Some are lost while being passed down. No one knows how to inherit a certain bloodline, and no one knows why some inheritances disappear.

The puppy has the blood of two mythical beasts, Taowu and Xi. This is quite rare. Whichever name it inherits means that it has a preference in the bloodline inheritance. The inherited bloodline will suppress the other bloodline day after day, and then devour and merge it over a long period of time.

So after careful discussion, they, the man and the dog, decided not to inherit any name or show any preference, but to give the dog a nickname first. So after hesitating for a long time, they finally decided to call him "Xiaohui".

Yu Tu was very satisfied, and the puppy was also very satisfied. Both parties felt that the name they came up with was simply amazing!

"Woof!" Xiao Hui has become fatter than when he first came. The whole body of the puppy has grown some pleasing milk fat. When he walks, his limbs are chubby, and his slightly weird appearance becomes adorable.

"Are you hungry?" Even without opening the contract between the two parties, Yu Tu could understand its meaning from its different barking sounds. This was the result of their working together over time. Yu Tu could even tell how many bowls it wanted from its tone.

The tone of "Woof Ao" should be three bowls.

Yu Tu pointed his finger and energy created three identical dog food bowls that grew out of thin air on the ground.

Every time, Xiao Hui eats the food and the bowl together, which is quite worry-free. After all, the bowl is also made of energy, and has the same nature as dog food, just in a different form. It is not like other furniture, which cannot be digested even if chewed.

While Xiao Hui was eating hard, Yu Tu, carrying the shell of Buyehou, opened the self-made energy shielding field and entered Renxin Hospital again.

Perhaps it was the effect of the 24-hour high-intensity humanoid prototype switching. Yu Tu found that when he looked from the perspective of the Marquis of Buye, he could actually see the thin spiritual energy floating in the air, and also... luck.

Above the Renxin Hospital, there was a layer of thick black and gray air floating, like a thick cloud, mixed with a lot of dark green air, and only a little red and white air interspersed among them like silk threads, with faint flashes of light golden light.

The area with the darkest black and gray colors is the hospital's morgue—it occupies an entire floor.

As soon as you step into this floor, you will be overwhelmed by the overwhelming cold. This is not the normal coolness brought by the air conditioning, but a kind of cold that climbs up from the feet, freezing the knees, chest, and fingertips.

The only sound echoing in the whole floor was the footsteps of the Buyehou. He walked straight to the place with the thickest black air until he reached the end of the floor. The door lock of the room at the end was already rusted and covered with dust and cobwebs, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time. However, the floor at the bottom of the door was mopped and shiny, which was not because no one cleaned it, but it seemed that the person who cleaned it had forgotten that there was such a room.

His fingertips lightly touched the door, the door lock fell off, and the door opened inward. There was nothing behind the door, and the window frame and the ground were covered with dust.

Buyehou walked to the innermost corner of the room and squatted, stretching his fingers forward. When they were about to touch the ground, he suddenly felt a cool touch on the back of his hand, and a translucent hand firmly grasped his wrist.

"Don't touch it."

Zang Sheng's translucent hand firmly pulled Buyehou's hand back: "It's very dangerous."

It was as if the scene from a few days ago was replaying itself, when Buyehou grabbed Zangsheng's wrist and said to him "Don't save him" with the same firmness.

Buyehou turned his head slightly. He was very close to Zangsheng and could see his translucent white hair floating in the air against gravity, glowing faintly.

"Why is it dangerous?"

Zang Sheng blinked his eyes, and there was some sadness in his silver pupils: "Once the black powder in the corner enters the human body, it will turn people into unconscious zombies."

He didn't want the only person who could communicate with him to become such a monster.

"Eighteen years ago, all the undissolved bone fragments were recovered." He suddenly heard someone next to him ask, "Why is there still powder here?"

The eyes behind the monocle are calm yet sharp, as if they can see through people's hearts and distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"So you know these things..." Zang Sheng was slightly stunned, and then he smiled. It was an ordinary face, but there was a kind of gentle holiness when he smiled. "Then I won't worry about you getting hurt."

When he woke up eighteen years ago, he tried every possible means to collect the powder that put him into a deep sleep and locked it in this house. He also tried hard to influence the cleaners in the hospital to make them forget the existence of this room.

The memories of the past seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, but he vaguely remembered the spreading blood, the panicked screams, the broken glass all over the ground, the crowds fleeing in panic... He had no way to eliminate the powder and could only use the dumbest method to isolate it.

These powders are lethal to ordinary people and can easily destroy their vitality.

"If you can't handle it, give it to me."

A small breeze blew up on the ground, but it did not stir up the dust. Instead, it swept up all the tiny black powders and finally landed on a green leaf in the palm of the Buyehou.

"Will it really not hurt you?" There was some worry in Zang Sheng's voice.

The green leaves automatically wrap themselves, fold and roll up into a mini bundle.

Buyehou shook his head: "No."

The light spots around Zang Sheng spread faster. This happened when he was emotionally excited.

“That’s great…”

A matter that had been hanging in his mind was resolved, and Zang Sheng's translucent figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, but this time, a stream of energy was injected into his body, stabilizing his form and preventing him from suddenly disappearing like before.

He blinked his eyes, as if he had discovered something new, and circled around Buyehou: "I thought I would not be able to say goodbye to the little friend today."

He smiled and said, "Thank you."

Zang Sheng's translucent figure seemed to be very surprised that he did not disappear. The scattered spots of light seemed to be mixed with happiness. After floating forward a few steps, he suddenly turned his head, and his glowing hair hung by his cheeks.

He extended a sincere invitation to the Lord of Buye:

"Will you come with me?"

…

Zangsheng brought Buyehou to the obstetrics and gynecology department, which was the most lively place in the entire hospital.

The child he was saying goodbye to was a baby lying in an incubator. Zangsheng was floating beside her through a layer of glass, and he waved to her with a faint smile.

The baby opened his eyes, waved his arms, and babbled, as if he was really responding to him.

"This child is very healthy and will be discharged from the hospital today." Zang Sheng's hand penetrated the glass and touched her fingertips. "When she was just born, she was wrinkled all over and her cry was particularly loud."

Light spots of light with a hint of gold shone from Zang Sheng's fingertips onto her body. The baby's pupils were empty and could not reflect his figure.

He doesn't care.

He bids farewell to every child born here and gives them his most sincere blessings.

"Little boy, stay healthy and grow up well."