Chapter 140 Similar
"How could this happen..." Qi Xueyi stood outside the school clinic, his face pale. Just now, He Jingtong's test results came out.
When Cui Tong's face was heavy and he was about to tell his conclusion, Qi Xueyi took the initiative to say that he wanted to go out and talk so as not to wake up He Jingtong.
When Qi Xueyi examined He Jingtong's body earlier, he didn't know where to start.
His healing had already become a kind of harm to He Jingtong rather than a cure.
"Half of his soul has already become a spirit...but he didn't even use his realm!"
"This thing is typed wrong, right? And such important news, why do you have to type it into a report..."
Jian Zirui quickly snatched the report from Qi Xueyi. With 50% of her spiritualization, she could no longer be treated by a spiritualist...
It's written in black and white. There is no possibility of misjudgment.
Jian Zirui, whose heart sank to the bottom, could not help but say, "The test was wrong, wasn't it?"
She has always been sober, but at this moment, she wishes she were ignorant.
"Yesterday we were still thinking that everything would slow down and we would always find a way to cure him..."
At this time, Cui Tong was the only one standing next to them. The dean of studies also looked unhappy, but he still said, "That's the fact, even if no one wants to accept the result."
"Whether it's my eyes or Tan Dong's ability, we both saw the same result." Every time Cui Tong spoke a word, he felt as if his throat was filled with sand.
"Although I know it's too cruel for you to say this, the fact is that instead of letting you dwell too much on his increasingly inhuman suffering, you might as well do what you have to do."
"Whether it's a competition or something else..."
"How is it possible!" Qi Xueyi has always remembered clearly, "It was you, Old Cui, who first brought He Jingtong to Yingcai. It was you who said he was a good seedling, and it was you who hoped that He Jingtong could become a powerful spiritualist!"
"Saying this now is the same as giving up on him. What do you think of him? He is someone you can summon and dismiss at will..."
"Pa!" Qi Xueyi hadn't finished the last word when Jian Zirui's hand hit the back of his hand heavily.
Red marks like fingerprints soon appeared on the skin on the back of his hand, and Qi Xueyi's uncalmed emotions abruptly stopped at this moment.
He didn't ask Jian Zirui why she did it, as if he already knew that he had almost said something wrong just now.
"Don't use your own ideas to speculate about Lao Cui and He Jingtong."
"It is a fact that we can't help at a time like this."
Jian Zirui looked down at the ground. Every word she spoke made her feel as if she was being cut by the cold December wind.
"Too weak... so weak that when he first faced Fu Zexun, He Jingtong killed him personally."
No one thought about the murder of Fu Zexun, everyone thought he deserved it.
But at the same time, they never thought about what He Jingtong was thinking when he took action.
That was murder—regardless of whether Fu Zexun deserved to die or not.
Earlier, when he first came into contact with the spiritualist, He Jingtong also killed Jiang Nan...
Although the two things cannot be compared, they do have something in common.
——All his killings were for the sake of saving.
But this does not ignore the fact that he still killed people.
Will he be afraid? Will he have nightmares in the middle of the night?
Does he cry? Show weakness when no one is around?
Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui never thought about these things. It was human instinct that made them not want to be covered by sadness and heavy emotions all the time.
Being positive and optimistic makes it natural to ignore the pain.
But ignoring cannot cover up everything.
When they finally think about the need to face everything, all the things that were previously covered up will come back like a backlash and attack them wildly.
They were all fine, but He Jingtong... was about to die.
"Let's go back to compete." Cui Tong showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "Jian Zirui goes back to compete. If Qi Xueyi can't accept it and doesn't know what to do, then he should go and follow An Lai."
"He has been investigating the alien spirit Fu Zexun, trying to find him."
"Whether it's a fluke or something else, maybe the alien who inherited all the memories of the alien will have a way to save He Jingtong..."
"Will it?" Qi Xueyi's gaze was like a dying person grabbing the last straw.
Cui Tong nodded.
This is a lie. No matter how talented Fu Zexun is, he can't do it. Ever since the existence of alien spirits, countless people have been thinking about how to turn alien spirits back into humans.
All the research and information on results that have never appeared in countless eras are just sitting in the library, but people today have long since disdained to read them.
Because knowing is useless.
But Qi Xue believed it, whether it was self-punishment or hatred of his own uselessness, or at this moment, he remembered the incident when he attacked He Jingtong...
Everything made him choose to make an effort, even though it might be in vain in the end.
Qi Xueyi went to find An Lai, and after learning that it was Cui Tong who called him, An Lai kept him.
From day to night, and from night to day, he read information; crouched beside the computer, staring at the screen again and again; when he occasionally talked to An Lai, he dared not mention He Jingtong's attitude...
He looked like an investigator who was frantically tracking down Fu Zexun.
Until dawn.
An Lai said, "Do you still want to stay here? Jian Zirui's previous matches have all ended."
"Do you want to completely ignore one teammate because of another teammate?"
"I didn't ignore her." Qi Xueyi shook his head vigorously. He clenched his hands, pinching his palms with his nails, and his body kept shaking due to fatigue and emotional shock.
"I just know that she will give her all and she will win the game."
An Lai was a little surprised, and continued the conversation, trying to relax Qi Xueyi's tense nerves: "I thought she might just give up and withdraw the moment she entered the game."
"If it were me, I would do that, but Jian Zirui would never do that."
Qi Xueyi shook his head and said, "She is much smarter than me, so she must be thinking that if she chooses to admit defeat, He Jingtong, who will definitely wake up later, might blame himself for it."
"If it were me... I would be much more selfish and would just let my emotions control my actions."
Qi Xueyi looked at the crescent moon in his palm, twitched the corners of his mouth several times, but in the end he still couldn't force a polite smile.
An Lai didn't say anything after that, and was once again immersed in sorting out information and intelligence.
Until he suddenly received a message from a black market person.
The icon representing the letter kept flashing on the computer. After clicking it, An Lai quickly confirmed: "We have found the alien spirit Fu Zexun."
A strong light suddenly burst out from Qi Xueyi's eyes.
"but--"
Before An Lai could finish his words, he had already pushed the table hard, using the force to quickly separate himself from the chair. Then, before Qi Xueyi could react, he rushed out of the office door.
Qi Xueyi didn't understand what was going on, so he quickly followed.
"What happened?"
"The alien Fu Zexun, in a bar owned by one of the black market managers, told the surveillance camera that he was coming to look for He Jingtong..."
"This matter cannot be so simple!" An Lai ran quickly, "The competition has not yet ended, and no one can be sure whether the previous reservoir live broadcast will provide experience for the alien spirit Fu Zexun..."
"The core of the reservoir incident is essentially the delusion of the victims of the Peach Blossom Spring incident who wanted to use He Jingtong's dangerousness to completely push him away from the Peach Blossom Spring experimenters."
This should have been a clear explanation of the information, but Qi Xueyi found that he could not understand a word.
"What is Peach Blossom Spring?"
An Lai's body, which was running fast, suddenly stopped for a moment. He didn't know how to explain this, so he changed the subject stiffly while running forward.
"He Jingtong's soul has reached 50% of its transformation degree. In this state, he will be half human and half spirit.
"The alien aura on him can no longer be concealed. If the alien Fu Zexun wants to expose He Jingtong's situation through this live broadcast to the whole nation, then He Jingtong will most likely be attacked by everyone in the future...
"When Fu Zexun was alive, he was very good at using others to push He Jingtong to his side. Now that he has become a spirit and no longer possesses human common sense and nature, he will only become more dangerous and reckless.
"You just need to know that the alien Fu Zexun wanted to get He Jingtong from the beginning. Everything he did was to push He Jingtong to a Z-level alien. What we have to do is to stop the alien Fu Zexun's behavior.
A large amount of information was forcibly stuffed into Qi Xueyi's brain, and it was difficult for him to continue thinking about what the Peach Blossom Spring was.
All we know is that He Jingtong, who is no longer half human and is still in a coma, is very likely to be taken away by the alien spirit Fu Zexun!
What about the academy's defense system?
Can the school doctor guarding the school clinic resist the alien spirit Fu Zexun?
Nothing is known.
When he actually arrived at the place, Qi Xueyi suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing.
At this time, the door of the school clinic had been blown open and He Jingtong had woken up.
He stood in the broken school clinic room, in front of the school doctor, struggling to resist the alien spirit Fu Zexun.
Not far away, the school doctor was lying paralyzed on the gravel, his life or death unknown.
He Jingtong, half of his strength had turned black, and his hands were shaking as he held the ceremonial knife.
The alien Fu Zexun smiled condescendingly, looking at the ruins and He Jingtong who was struggling, and said: "You are already half a alien, but you still want to resist the invitation of your own kind...
"Aren't you afraid that neither the human society nor the alien community will accept you in the future?" The alien Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong with a man-eating orange light in his eyes.
"Ah, sorry, I was wrong... You are destined to become a legend, and you should be the creator of a new world. You will be the god of that world, and that world where everyone lives forever and is free from disease and disaster will be brought about by your own hands.
"Shut up!" He Jingtong used the name Jiuguan to slash heavily at the hand of the alien Fu Zexun.
The alien spirit Fu Zexun did not retreat, so everyone could see that the alien spirit's wrist fell to the ground and turned into dust...
But it grew back in the blink of an eye.