Chapter 297: A New Day Begins?
After this boy and child mysterious disappearance case was solved, Fang Mu suddenly fell seriously ill, becoming increasingly emaciated, occasionally suffering mental breakdowns, with constant murmurs from his mouth that often made the doctors and nurses caring for him shiver with fear. They didn’t dare listen closely to what Fang Mu was saying, but they could vaguely make out words like “hungry,” “very hungry,” “want to eat.”
The mystic investigators who had gone through life and death with Fang Mu and formed a friendship with him were worried about this and visited him from time to time, but Fang Mu would always put on a “stiff” normal performance, saying blankly that he was fine. However, the hunger-related words that occasionally interrupted his speech abruptly made everyone feel the palpitation of a tick burrowing under the skin.
They thought of that experience deep in the corpse disciple mine cave, where Fang Mu treated those filthy twisted corpse disciples with the fervor of food, his intense appetite causing uncontrollable saliva to surge from the corner of his mouth.
An Fang and the others watched as fifteen large bags of glucose a day could not fill out Fang Mu’s sallow and emaciated body, knowing that Fang Mu’s body was heading toward an unknown malignant transformation…
Daily infusion could no longer satisfy Fang Mu’s appetite; his body even developed a rejection reaction, as if his body was “anorexic.” Fang Mu’s blood even miraculously flowed back into the infusion bag full of injection fluid. The medical staff, seeing this anomaly, had to immediately stop the infusion for Fang Mu. Strangely, although Fang Mu was clearly approaching death step by step, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, his spirit sharp and vigorous.
A week after the infusion rejection reaction occurred, An Fang heard from a colleague who suddenly came to her door with an emergency report: “Fang Sen suddenly went mad, quarreling and saying he wanted to eat meat, eat corpse disciple meat! Eat frog people meat! Then he attacked everyone stopping him by biting and scratching with his mouth and hands. He’s now been transferred from the receiving hospital to the anomaly mental sanatorium.”
Upon hearing this, An Fang immediately rushed to the place where Fang Sen had been transferred and detained. She saw Fang Mu still roaring under the suppression of several burly male orderlies that he wanted to eat anomaly flesh and blood. She couldn’t help but be moved, then left sadly in silence.
A few days later, Fang Mu disappeared, and several patients from the sanatorium disappeared with him.
An Fang and the others were frantic with anxiety. While worrying about Fang Mu losing control, they also feared for his personal safety, because the several patients who disappeared with Fang Mu were severely abnormalized patients who had somehow escaped from the guarded hospital room.
After a day of searching, the mystic investigators finally found Fang Mu in a certain corner of the underground sewer beneath the mental sanatorium. Moreover, the Fang Mu they found was so healthy and strong, with ruddy complexion and full of vigor, as if he had fully recovered from a serious illness.
But no one felt happy; instead, everyone’s facial expression turned grim, because they had followed a trail of bones and flesh and blood residue gnawed raw to find him.
Near the spot where the healthy Fang Mu had collapsed, they found the corpses of those several severely abnormalized patients, their bodies deformed and twisted, no longer human-shaped. They had completed the abnormalization process just before death, fully turning into anomalies.
After this incident, Fang Mu received the confinement treatment for super-severe abnormalized patients, and the upper levels of the mysterious group took notice of the situation here.
After a night of intense debate among the high-level members of the mysterious group, they finally confirmed Fang Mu’s method of death.
Fang Mu was executed by firing squad, and after the execution, his corpse had to be immediately incinerated.
Before An Fang and the others learned how Fang Mu would be dealt with, he was executed by the thunderous, iron-blooded high-level members of the mysterious group.
Fang Mu hadn’t expected his death in this life to be so frustrating. As he died, he once again experienced the special sensation of his soul leaving his body. Watching his body, riddled with bullets like a sieve, being pushed into the incinerator and burned to ash, he inwardly sighed over his ill-fated destiny.
However, Fang Mu, now in a form of existence like a soul, did not let his guard down. He remembered the inevitable encounter he had to go through before reincarnating in his previous two lives: those grotesque weird mantises with abhorrent faces would soon appear and kill him.
Sure enough, just as Fang Mu thought of the existence of the weird mantis, it appeared out of nowhere, raising its hand for a giant scythe slash. Fang Mu immediately dodged.
Unfortunately, Fang Mu couldn’t outpace the weird mantis’s movement speed, and he was ultimately slashed to death by the weird mantis!
Ha!
When Fang Mu’s vision cleared again, he found himself reincarnated to a war era, rescued by a kind farming family. Soon after awakening, he coincidentally encountered enemy invaders; the village fell, and his benefactor’s entire family was slaughtered.
To avenge his country and family, Fang Mu abandoned the idea of changing his fate and joined the village’s resistance against the enemy invaders, fiercely killing more than a dozen enemies who entered the village.
He didn’t know why he became so brave and fierce after one reincarnation, which reminded him of the consistent evaluation of himself in this life from everyone and history in the previous life: “valiant soldier.”
With no time to figure out the reason, Fang Mu, who at the time only wanted to kill all the enemy invaders, received support and rescue from a group of army soldiers. Together with them, he killed all the enemy invaders. He and a few surviving villagers naturally joined Shenzhou’s revolutionary army camp at the time, calling himself “Fang Peng,” thus beginning his career as the soldier “Fang Peng.”
In the days of slaughter on the battlefield, Fang Mu felt he could temporarily forget the troubles weighing on him. He hunted enemies without restraint using his rejuvenated young body, as if only this could allow him to cast aside the terrifying past that lingered in his mind. After all, no matter how terrifying or ruthless the enemies on the battlefield were, they weren’t as eerie and terrifying as the anomalies he had experienced.
After the war ended, Fang Mu quietly left the army. No one noticed in time; he had already disappeared without warning.
Fang Mu came alone to a deep mountain forest isolated from the world, then took the nail hammer that had reincarnated with him to this era, smashing the nail with the iron hammer, the nail’s sharp tip piercing through his nose into his head…
The instant the nasal cavity opened, Fang Mu felt everything change. Everything he could sense in the human world underwent earth-shattering transformation. He could no longer see human world things, hear any familiar environment sounds, or speak human words—opening his mouth would inevitably produce eerie whispers. In that instant, even the air seemed to condense. He also couldn’t smell the scents of the human world; the fragrant and stinky smells entering his breath were not flavors he had smelled before—they were unprecedented complex chaotic taste profiles that could assault the spirit and make the soul tremble.
At the same time, Fang Mu felt himself disappearing. A vast, eerie knowledge, memory, and mad will not his own were crushing down on him like a mountain body landslide. His consciousness was being submerged by those things, powerless to resist…
At this moment, it thought that it would rather be blind, deaf, unable to smell or taste… it would rather die than endure such pain…
Beep beep beep—
Fang Mu’s heart suffered cardiac arrest and he startled awake. He subconsciously sat up from the bed and slapped away the beeping alarm clock. His head ached as if after a hangover, his whole body felt indescribably weird everywhere, but he still forced himself to get up and wash, because a new day had begun.
