Chapter 342: Chapter 243: Lily’s Generous Bosom and the Gentle Black Hand
The nameless bald man and the strange person opened their eyes.
It was a familiar ceiling.
But wasn’t he dead?
He struggled to get up from the ground, but found that he couldn’t move at all. Silver needles, crudely inserted, pierced into his various acupoints.
He wanted to shout, but could only make a weak sound like that of a mosquito.
He tried to activate the Magical Artifact on his body, but his Divine Sense was like mud sinking into the sea, with no response.
Even trying to counterattack was impossible; at this moment, his Spiritual Qi was almost depleted, and even a single thought would cause it to run amok like chaotic whirlwinds, impacting his meridians.
And that pervert named Liu Fengxian was squatting in front of him, holding his knife, measuring bit by bit.
"What are you going to do?" the bald man asked the strange person.
"Nothing much. Don’t you like playing games? I’ll play a game with you. Rest assured, I’ve already checked: all the people around have been driven away by you. Even if you yell until your throat breaks, no one will come to rescue you," Zhang Ze said.
The bald man saw this person’s actions, sometimes quick, sometimes slow. Occasionally, he would stare into space as if communicating with another soul within his body that didn’t exist.
Just as he was about to make some tough talk, that Liu Fengxian spoke up.
"You must be wondering what I did. Let me mercifully tell you, the moment I saw you, your downfall was already determined."
When Zhang Ze saw this person, he noticed something off about the bald man. After observing for a while, he found that the bald man’s wounds were self-inflicted, not from someone else’s attack.
And when it comes to such self-destructive acts, Zhang Ze has quite an authoritative voice. After all, in the system’s use space, he has experimented with the Heart Method, leading to his own death countless times.
As the saying goes, an old hand makes a good doctor. In the field of Mental disorder and severed meridians, he can call himself an expert among experts.
Once a weakness was identified, the rest was mere strategy. All that needed to be done was to close in and pierce a sharp tool into that deadly acupoint.
This task was entrusted to Li, and Zhang Ze was quite confident with her handling it.
Because that acupoint was fragile as a bubble, breaking with the slightest prick.
Moreover, failure was not a big deal. After all, if it failed, it wasn’t Zhang Ze who would suffer...
Li probably felt Zhang Ze’s heartfelt trust because that stab was both steady and ruthless, plunging the bald man into a state of feigned death.
"That’s how it is, so you need to practice more. Read more books, read more reports. Just because a noble person saved you from a cultivation mishap, don’t think you’re invincible in the world."
"By the way, buddy, if you do me a favor, I’ll let you go and help heal your hidden injuries. What do you say, a fair deal?"
As Zhang Ze rambled on, he wiped the long knife in his hand with a silk cloth.
"Don’t try to fool me. You want me to exchange what’s in my Storage Bag for my life, right? Dream on, I..." the bald man responded disdainfully.
"You’re overthinking it. I’ve already opened your Storage Bag myself; look."
With that, Zhang Ze took out a shriveled bag from his waist. With a flip of his hand, the Storage Bag disappeared, replaced by several empty porcelain bottles in his palm.
"You!"
Seeing the throbbing veins on the bald man’s ugly face, it was clear those pills in the bottles were valuable.
"Don’t rush. I’m telling you, stay calm for a bit."
Zhang Ze casually reassured him, "Honestly, with all this talk, I just want you to relax. The things to come require a calm mindset."
"Liu Fengxian, you @ your %&*..."
Hearing the nameless bald man’s foul language, Zhang Ze felt immensely grateful for having the foresight to steal Lily’s vest.
Li didn’t care either. After all, it wasn’t her being cursed at.
She acted as if she hadn’t heard, continuing with her work.
And because the bald man needed his full energy to curse the lineage of his ancestors, he used most of his strength on his mouth, causing his neck to relax. He could only lie down, looking at the familiar ceiling.
When he finally tired himself out and closed his mouth, Zhang Ze’s crude surgery was complete.
"Done." Zhang Ze, holding the bloody knife, stood up.
The forearm, which had been placed under Restriction, had been cut off by him and inserted into the wound on the bald man’s waist.
At the junction of the two wounds, black threads wriggled, trying to return to Zhang Ze’s body but falling short, eventually, in their desperation, entering the bald man’s body before they withered.
As the black threads grew, spread, and ravaged, the bald man’s skin twisted and darkened, eventually covering him entirely.
This time, he was truly dead.
Lily and Brother Feng were only half right. What sealed their cultivation was not the Ghost Face Array on the arm but the black threads beneath the Array.
The Array’s function was not to suppress cultivators but to restrain the Gu Insect shaped like black silk, preventing its rapid occupation of the body...
This was why it was buried in the forearm.
Forcing a cut would only lead to loss of control over the Gu Insect; Zhang Ze could smoothly cut off his arm, thanks to the Pill Medicine gifted by the bald man.
Those top-grade Pill Medicines numbed the Gu Insect and stopped the hand’s wound from bleeding.
Under Zhang Ze’s gaze, there was no longer any human shape in front of him, only a mass of black, venom-like threads writhing together, soon withering away and turning into black ash.
Flexing that good hand and feeling the temporarily returned strength as the Restriction disappeared, Zhang Ze walked away.