Chapter 656 The Five Internal Organs
Yueqing felt as if her internal organs had shifted. The energy fluctuations just now not only blasted away the enemy, but even she, the mother herself, almost couldn't withstand them.
She didn't have time to care where she was bleeding; she scrambled to her feet and rushed to the two children's side.
The eldest lay face down on the grass, his little face pale, while the second was curled up in a ball, his brows furrowed tightly. The two little ones, usually as tough as iron eggs, now looked like two fragile porcelain dolls.
Yueqing reached out with trembling hands to feel her daughter's carotid artery.
It was very faint, extremely faint.
[Warning: The host's offspring's vitality has been severely depleted.]
The birth control system in my mind, which usually only urges births and gives out rewards, now sounded as cold as the alarm of a hospital's electrocardiogram monitor.
[Diagnosis: The Gemini innate bloodline was forcibly awakened, causing the mortal body to be unable to bear it, resulting in a deep self-protective shock.]
[Remaining life countdown: 5 days.]
[Treatment Plan: Immediate intake of the high-level energy source "Fountain of Life" is necessary to repair the body's foundation.]
"Five days?" Yueqing's vision blurred, and she almost fainted. "Where am I supposed to find this Fountain of Life? This godforsaken place isn't even on Baidu Maps!"
The system didn't respond; instead, it projected a red arrow onto her retina, pointing deep into the jungle.
That direction was dark and gloomy, exuding a sinister aura that seemed to devour people without spitting out their bones.
Yueqing gritted her teeth, took out two vials of adrenaline from her personal storage space, thought for a moment, and then put them back. This stuff only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Right now, the kids' "batteries" are all depleted; stimulants won't work.
She tore off the tattered hem of her dress, hoisted her daughter onto her back, and tightened the cloth around her tightly, then held her son in her arms. The weight of the two children pressed down on her, and her knees buckled; she almost knelt.
"Okay, really okay." Yueqing panted and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I wasn't this tired even when I worked three days and three nights straight in the emergency room in my past life. In this life, I have to do weightlifting to be a squirrel."
She stood up, holding onto the tree trunk, the scalpel tucked between her fingers, and took a step in the direction of the red arrow.
Something's wrong with this jungle.
It was so quiet all around, not even the chirping of insects. The soil beneath my feet was soft, rotten, and reeked of a foul stench, like the rotting flesh and oil of some giant beast mixed with mud.
As I was walking in Yueqing, I suddenly felt a ticklish sensation on my face, as if a stream of air was spraying onto my skin.
She stopped abruptly.
On the left, a huge pitcher plant-like plant was rhythmically opening and closing its leaves. It wasn't the wind blowing; it was breathing. With the rise and fall of the leaves, a cloyingly sweet fragrance wafted out.
"Creak—"
The dead branch underfoot broke.
The plant was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; its drooping vines instantly straightened, and its thorny "mouth" at the top lunged at Yueqing's son in her arms.
"I knew you were up to no good!"
Yueqing didn't even blink; the muscle memory of a surgeon with many years of experience works faster than his brain.
She shifted her body to the side, avoiding a direct impact, and the scalpel in her right hand flashed through the air.
There was no indiscriminate hacking, no brute force.
The blade precisely cut three inches into the base of the vine—the vital artery through which the plant transports nutrients.
Pfft.
A stream of green liquid shot out.
The giant carnivorous flower convulsed violently twice, and its originally ferocious "mouth" instantly went limp, drooping down like a deflated balloon.
"Perfect score in anatomy." Yue Qing snorted and wiped the green juice splattered on her face. "In your next life, remember to be more careful and don't mess with women who are mothers, especially those who worked in the emergency room in your past life."
Although she spoke toughly, her palms were sweaty.
The plants in this forest have all come to life.
The journey that followed was practically a challenge game called "Performing Amputation on Plants." Yueqing walked and cut as she went, her scalpel almost dulling. She not only had to fend off the blood-sucking vines, but also protect the two unconscious "little furnaces" on her body.
I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the two children started to emanate a faint golden light.
In the dim jungle, the light was so bright it was like a moving target.
"Ancestors, stop your magic!" Yueqing looked down at her son in her arms; the light shone through his skin, impossible to conceal. "Are you trying to hasten your own mother's death?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a dense buzzing sound came from all directions.
Yueqing felt a chill run down his spine.
Looking up, the tree canopies around me were densely covered with various things.
That's a lizard.
But these weren't ordinary lizards. They had translucent fleshy wings on their backs and were only the size of a house cat, but their numbers were so great that they could trigger trypophobia on the spot. Hundreds upon hundreds of cloudy yellow eyes were fixed on Yueqing—or more precisely, on the two children on her body.
That look in his eyes was greedy and hungry, like a stray dog that hadn't eaten for three days seeing braised pork.
"The allure of energy." Yue Qing understood instantly.
The golden light emanating from the children was like Tang Sanzang's flesh to these lowly magical beasts.
"hiss."
The lead lizard let out a sharp screech, flapped its wings, and swooped down like a poisoned arrow.
Yueqing turned to the side, the scalpel pointing upwards.
The lizard was split in two, and foul-smelling blood rained down.
But this is just the beginning.
The smell of blood thoroughly aroused the lizard swarm, which swarmed down like a disturbed nest of wasps.
Yueqing held her son protectively to her chest, leaning against a large tree, wielding her scalpel with impenetrable precision.
"Come on! Anyone who's not afraid to die, come on!"
She screamed, her adrenaline surging. Each cut precisely severed the lizard's neck, the carcass piling up into a small mountain at her feet.
But there are too many.
Taking advantage of the chaos, a lizard bit Yueqing's calf, its sharp teeth piercing the flesh. Yueqing groaned and swung his knife to kill it, but his movement was inevitably a beat too slow.
Several lizards took the opportunity to rush towards her daughter behind her.
"Get out of my way!"
Yueqing's eyes widened in horror as he tried to turn around to save them, but he was entangled by several of the ones in front of him.
A sense of despair overwhelmed her instantly.
Just as the lizards' claws were about to touch her daughter's cheek...
"roar!"
A roar.
It wasn't the deep roar of a tiger, nor the howl of a wolf.
The voice was desolate and ancient, carrying a kind of pressure from the depths of the soul, causing ripples to appear in the surrounding air.
Yueqing felt as if her eardrums were about to shatter, and a surge of blood rushed through her chest.
The lizards, which had been so ferocious just moments before, seemed to have been put on pause. Then, as if they had seen something utterly terrifying, they forgot to flap their wings and plummeted from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot.
Some were knocked unconscious by the sound waves mid-air, while the rest lay on the ground trembling, defecating and urinating, not even having the courage to run away.
The ground began to shake.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Every step felt like stepping on the very heart of Yueqing.
The trees in front were smashed aside like weeds, and a huge dark shadow blocked out the only bit of light overhead.
Yueqing's hand holding the scalpel was trembling.
That was... a Tyrannosaurus Rex?
No, it's more ferocious than a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Its body was the size of a moving small mountain, covered in iron-gray scales, each as large as a shield. Its enormous head was covered in barbs, and the hot breath it exhaled from its nostrils could scald a person.
This is a sub-dragon beast.
Prehistoric behemoths.
Yueqing is in despair. They're already surrounded by enemies, and now Godzilla has appeared. What's the point of even trying?
The dragon-like beast's golden vertical pupils swept across the lizard corpses on the ground, finally settling on Yueqing.
To be precise, it's the child in her arms and behind her that's the focus.
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