Chapter 91: Exchange
Is there any other method to make He Jia’an put down the book?
Yu Lianyun, who had once been an experienced forensic doctor, knew the structure of the human body extremely well. She knew which muscles and joints to strike heavily to make He Jia’an unable to resist putting down the Forbidden Book in his hand.
She first struck heavily at the large artery on the biceps of He Jia’an’s right arm. The instant blood blockage made He Jia’an’s arm muscles go numb, and his grip on the book loosened slightly. However, the Book of Sand was still in He Jia’an’s hand. With unknown willpower and strength, he refused to retract his fingers even a little, continuing to hold the book tightly.
Seeing this, Yu Lianyun gritted her teeth. Her heart struggled for a moment, but she still made the difficult decision.
She pulled out a slender, sharp small knife from the gap in her tactical vest. Yu Lianyun gripped it like a surgical scalpel for dissection, held it in reverse grip, and thrust it fiercely into He Jia’an’s arm.
In an instant, He Jia’an’s arm holding the book suddenly lost its strength. The Book of Sand slipped from his hand. Just as He Jia’an widened his eyes to pick up the book, Yu Lianyun hugged He Jia’an’s waist and abdomen, pushed hard, and shoved him out.
He Jia’an, who failed to catch the Book of Sand, fell heavily to the ground. Even though his occiput made a dull thud on the ground, he struggled to get up with eyes almost fully rolled back, wanting to pick up the book.
“Sorry, Captain He.” Yu Lianyun straddled He Jia’an, pressing her knees on his arms, and wildly punched his already injured swollen face.
After a flurry of punches almost like venting personal grudges, He Jia’an finally came to his senses.
“Stop hitting, please stop… hin please hin please.” He Jia’an waved his hands repeatedly, stopping Yu Lianyun’s next powder fist, his voice tinged with terror.
“You’re awake?” Yu Lianyun breathed a sigh of relief, then somewhat embarrassedly got off He Jia’an. “Sorry, this was also unavoidable.”
“Got it, I don’t blame you.” He Jia’an felt his face was completely ruined. Propping up his eyes swollen like lightbulbs, he said: “But this beating wasn’t in vain. The good news is we at least learned the weakness of the Gluttonous Daughter… hiss… This Book of Sand truly lives up to its ‘Omniscient’ name. Unexpectedly, it even records the origin and weakness of an Abnormal God.”
Yu Lianyun’s face showed joy as she squatted down to listen carefully.
“The true body of the Gluttonous Daughter is actually a kind of life essence from the Primordial Era. After modification by an alien race, these essences coincidentally gave birth to life. But they started with almost no wisdom, only the instinct to devour and evolve. Over long years of enslavement, they gradually evolved considerable intelligence from devouring.
Once they had wisdom, they slowly developed desires. These essence creatures gradually gained consciousness to fight for freedom and resist their master. They fought with the alien race that created them, and both sides ended up badly injured.
At that time, the natural enemy of the alien race descended. That unlucky alien race inevitably faced extinction. The essence creatures found an opportunity to escape amid the chaos, breaking free from the alien race’s control and finally gaining freedom.
However, the battle between the two powerful races on Earth in the Primordial Era also caused drastic changes to the Earth’s environment, directly leading to the terrifying sudden deterioration of the environment—terrifying enough that even essence creatures that had absorbed a large amount of high-quality genetic traits from organisms at the time could not withstand it. In the end, only a small portion of particularly outstanding and powerful essence creatures survived, and the Gluttonous Daughter was one of the most excellent survivors among them.
After experiencing changes through the ages, through the passage of time, the Gluttonous Daughter finally reached today after long-term devouring and evolution.” Recalling the content he had seen in the book, He Jia’an spoke as if the addiction had surged again. He gritted his teeth to resist the impulse to pick up the book again and said, “Based on the battle history between the race that created the Gluttonous Daughter and the essence creatures, the weakness of the essence creatures is the life essence artifacts that the alien race used to create them. Only items made from those things can cause significant harm to the Gluttonous Daughter.”
He Jia’an knelt on the ground, tightly clenching his fists, exerting all his effort to suppress his desires, rolling back and forth on the ground.
“So where can we find those essence weapons? Are there any here?” Yu Lianyun hurriedly asked.
“In… in the Land of the South Pole. None here.”
Hearing the answer, Yu Lianyun froze in place, then shouted: “Doesn’t that mean we’re doomed to die?”
He Jia’an, covered in sweat, leaned on the wall, struggling to adjust his breathing. After persisting for a while, he was slowly adapting to the addiction of flipping the book and felt the desire decreasing. He weakly looked at Yu Lianyun and said: “The Book of Sand also records other methods that can help us—it’s him.”
He Jia’an raised his arm that couldn’t exert much strength and pointed at Xin Junmao who had fainted nearby: “Don’t forget, he still has the forbidden item. If that nun has any abilities left to show, perhaps she can turn the tide.”
“That nun actually has such powerful power?” Yu Lianyun was slightly stunned. This was something she had never expected.
Gulp gulp…
Suddenly, Yu Lianyun and He Jia’an both heard a surging sound like spring water bubbling up. Crimson viscous liquid bubbled out from every crack in the Underground Chamber where the altar was located, carrying strong corrosiveness and high temperature. The moment the red viscous liquid appeared, the environmental temperature rose, and the stone walls carved from natural stone blocks around them were corroded with dense pits.
“The Gluttonous Daughter still chased us.” He Jia’an said nervously, and he and Yu Lianyun both gathered around Xin Junmao on both sides.
Yu Lianyun clenched her teeth tightly. Facing such a crisis, she could only pray in her heart that the nun was a master who had cultivated profound Buddhist Dharma, hoping she could help them overcome this difficulty.
As they watched the crimson liquid converge, gradually forming a colossus, He Jia’an and Yu Lianyun’s heartbeats suddenly accelerated.
“Miss Zhao… Miss Zhao, let’s… let’s talk properly again.” At this moment, Xin Junmao, who had been in slumber, suddenly opened his eyes. He got up, his mind in chaos, swaying unsteadily as he stood and spoke to the Gluttonous Daughter.
The Gluttonous Daughter split off a human female with snow-white skin. The woman opened her eyes, and a spiritual glow suddenly appeared in them.
It was the appearance of Miss Zhao in the qipao, but at this time she was completely naked. She spoke human words: “Have you finally agreed to become my executioner?”
“If I agree, will you stop and not attack anyone else?” Xin Junmao negotiated conditions with the Gluttonous Daughter.
Hearing this, Miss Zhao narrowed her eyes and said: “No, they must die.” She angrily pointed at Yu Lianyun and He Jia’an. “Because of these two guys, my palace was destroyed, leaving me without a single subordinate now. They either died or fled…”
He Jia’an and Yu Lianyun looked at Xin Junmao, who had suddenly woken up and suddenly become brave, their eyes full of surprise.
Xin Junmao took another step forward, blocking his body in front of Yu Lianyun and He Jia’an, and said in a firm tone: “Those can all start over from scratch. As long as you spare them, I can be your executioner again, help you, and rebuild the damaged palace with you.”
“You will become my executioner, but they must die.” Miss Zhao did not agree to Xin Junmao’s transaction. As she spoke, she extended her right hand. The huge flesh lump behind her suddenly split open, and a massive hand formed from red blood stretched out from the opening, intending to crush He Jia’an and Yu Lianyun in its grasp.
Xin Junmao gritted his teeth and proactively jumped into the attack range of the giant hand. In an instant, the comb in his hand erupted with a flash again. Immediately after, the kind-faced nun bathed in Buddhist light appeared once more, reciting scriptures on one side while supporting an invisible barrier gathered from brilliant radiance, repelling the giant hand.
“You’re lying!” Miss Zhao saw Xin Junmao’s actions and immediately roared in rage.
“I’m serious. I’m willing to be your executioner.” Xin Junmao said solemnly. “But I just don’t want to see anyone else die, so please stop.”
Miss Zhao let out a sharp shriek, leaped up, and jumped onto the Flesh Mountain Monster behind her. Her body slowly merged into the Flesh Mountain Monster’s body, her beautiful eyes filled with malice.
Seeing that negotiation had failed, Xin Junmao reddened his eyes and said somewhat pathetically with a slight sob: “Do I still have to do it this way…”
Watching the huge Flesh Mountain Monster roar at the world, with white human limbs intertwined and writhing on the flesh mountain, wantonly swaying in the air, exuding a disgusting and filthy aura.
“What do you want to do, Xin Junmao?” Yu Lianyun noticed that Xin Junmao’s attitude was a bit strange, like the reluctant feeling when one had no choice but to make a huge sacrifice.
Xin Junmao turned his head, smiling bitterly: “I probably can’t go back anymore. Please tell my parents… I can’t think of anything. Please make something up for me.”
As he spoke, he raised the glowing comb and tremblingly combed it through his hair, murmuring: “Please help me stop It.”
When Xin Junmao’s new wish took effect, the nun’s half-closed eyes suddenly opened. She turned her head to look at Xin Junmao with his eyes closed, silently flew toward him, and cupped his tightly closed eyes with both hands on his face.
Xin Junmao felt the fingers touching his face so warm and moist, like the warmth of the sun, soft like clouds. He couldn’t help but become intoxicated in this touch, his fear melting away like ice and snow. He slowly opened his eyes and met a pair of lovely eyes in front of him.
He blinked, feeling his skin cracking, flesh peeling away, vitality draining bit by bit. He just watched everything detaching from his body slowly gathering, replicating the nun’s form one-to-one.
At this, Xin Junmao chuckled, murmuring somewhat relieved: “It’s okay. This life was yours to begin with anyway. Now I’m just returning it.”
As he spoke, his figure walked toward the dissipating phantom, his form slowly flowing into the comb.
The living person completed the exchange. Just as Lin Ling had said, it seemed that as long as the nun wanted to live and come out of the sealed comb, others would inevitably offer their own lives for her.
Word count not enough for a full chapter… I’ll make up for it this weekend. Too tired and sleepy.
