Chapter 98: Surprise Hygiene Inspection
The moment she saw the wounds of No. 5 and No. 6, Tang Xinjue was reminded of the people who were also cut by the red thread.
Both her intuition and experience told her that the exams had always been very “fair” when it came to pitting candidates.
With almost all of them doing the same things and having the same experience, why were the only ones whose wounds had mutated were No. 5’s dormitory members? Tang Xinjue didn't believe it was just a coincidence.
There must have been some kind of variable that was triggered just now in three people, while the rest of the people passed by-
The attack of the black liquid!
After smashing the wall and smearing the black liquid on her hands, Tang Xinjue did see the expected sight.
Her wrist had been eroded out of a horrible wound at some point, only temporarily compared to the 5th several people are still relatively shallow, but the same exceptionally bizarre: belonging to the position of the blood vessels as if out of thin air missing a piece, was cut open but no blood sprayed out, and can even be a normal force movement.
Only the sense of pain returned after the perception shield was broken, a burst of pain traveling along the nerves into the brain, causing people to subconsciously tighten their brows, reminding her of the existence of the wound.
Seeing Tang Xinjue already starting to sweat on her forehead in the blink of an eye, Guo Guo and the three of them, Zhang You, rushed to pounce over, fearing that she would also vomit blood like No. 5’s group of people - fortunately, Tang Xinjue did not have any unusual symptoms, and even rejected her roommate's idea of helping to bandage her wound.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed down hard along the wound!
Fresh blood immediately gushed out from her wrist, dropping drop by drop onto the ground, a stark and piercing contrast to the black liquid that had originally splattered on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Tang Xinjue breathed a sigh of relief, “The situation hasn't worsened yet.”
She could still feel her body and flesh and blood, though instead of mutating into a gushing red line.
The crowd saw Tang Xinjue eat a few more tablets of medicine, the wound suddenly grew new buds of flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye, and began to gradually heal under the powerful medicinal effect, only to be torn open by some unseen force at the moment the new blood vessels were coalesced, and the blood briefly gurgled for a few seconds, and then dried up again...
The process of healing and tearing was repeated until the effect of the drug completely disappeared.
This weird and horrifying scene that gave people goosebumps fell into their eyes, and everyone seemed to feel that their flesh was also torn apart, and they felt the pain again and again, and a chill rose from the back of their heads.
Tang Xinjue used a piece of gauze to cover the arm that she just tested on, nodded to Guo Guo who was holding back tears, and said softly, “It's okay, I just shielded myself from the pain.”
Fortunately, by adding the spiritual skill, although it only shielded a tenth of this intense pain, it was still better than nothing.
Jiang Lan averted her gaze from the wound, found her voice, and said with certainty, “The medicine you used just now... worked.”
Even though the process was excruciatingly painful, in the end, the tear in Tang Xinjue's wrist was significantly shallower, and even if it would slowly deepen in the next few days, at least the time of safety had been prolonged.
Tang Xinjue affirmed this guess: “That's right. But it's only limited to now. When the wound becomes so deep that you can see the bone, these ordinary recovery medicines will be useless.”
But the reverse would also be true. As long as they could rush to remove the shielding in time before it worsened, discover the wounds and take the medication, they could stop the mutation from continuing!
Without saying a word, No. 7, who had been silent, picked up a piece of black ice and hammered it into her arm on the spot, letting the slush splatter onto her body, and sure enough, after a few seconds, she saw the actual wound as well.
The others followed suit, and before long hissing sounds rose up in the corridor. The crowd looked at the wounds on their bodies, both shocked and grateful.
“Zhang You, that, do we have enough medicine?”
Guo Guo spoke in an astringent voice.
“Don't worry, it's enough for the four of us to eat for several rounds.” Hoarding fiend Zhang You patted her pocket and comfortingly sent the pills to Guo Guo's hand, “Eat it.”
Guo Guo really cried this time, “I asked for painkillers!”
After the “treatment” began, they realized that the wound itself was no longer scary. The really terrible thing was the process of enduring the severe pain that was stretched and repeated. This kind of pain seemed to directly penetrate the nerves of the brain, and even painkillers could not completely block it.
What was even more desperate was that when Guo Guo sadly wanted to find the same timid, pain-fearing companions to comfort each other, but she found herself surrounded by ruthless people.
There was no need to talk about Tang Xinjue who directly used herself as an experiment. Zheng Wanqing, who had absolute trust in Tang Xinjue, almost immediately took her arm and opened the knife, and she didn't even make a sound even though her teeth were chattering in pain.
Guo Guo: “Da xiaojie, you're not the Guan Gong* whose bones got scrapped! Pain is something you can shout out!”
*From Romance of the Three Kingdoms, there is a story of the general Guan Yu (Guan Gong; Lord Guan) being hit by a poisoned arrow and Hua Tuo scraping the bone to treat poison. This sentence became a praise for a good man with a strong character.
A drop of sweat trickled down from the corner of Zheng Wanqing's delicate forehead, stubbornly saying, “I've already lost a hand, if I can't even get used to this pain, how can I continue taking the exams in the future?”
Like Zheng Wanqing, Jiang Lan Keke, these two people also don't talk nonsense and directly start to engage in. In the middle of the process, No. 7 also handed them a knife: "If the pain is too much to bear, you can use the knife to cut the other parts of the body. I have tested it and it works."
Guo Guo: “...”
She looked around in despair and found a reality: the most timid people all stayed in 919 in the first place, and the three slightly more normal ones among the remaining people had all passed out due to injuries. The ones who are still standing here were all fierce people who fight monsters like chopping up melons and cutting up vegetables, except for herself.
Guo Guo: weak, pitiful, helpless.
She eventually accomplished the feat, even though it hurt so much that at the end she just couldn't take it anymore and asked for Tang Xinjue's spiritual help. After it was over, Zheng Wanqing said to her seriously, “The way you just cried and wailed about how you want to be a Guan Gong as well, you were really heroic, I'm impressed with you.”
Guo Guo's breath fluttered, “... thank you, but I still hope that I won't have this chance to impress you again in the future.”
After everyone had bandaged their wounds, their gazes fell back onto the wall.
This time, their eyes were even more determined and cold than before.
Zheng Wanqing rubbed her iron fist and craned her neck, “Next we're going to smash all the walls.”
Jiang Lan: “Break through all the floors in the shortest possible time.”
No. 7: “Find 919, or find the Academic Affairs Office.”
Guo Guo spat out a mouthful of blood foam, “Or we'll all die!”
Dust rose up and filled the air with a loud noise, and heavy, high-speed attacks rained down. This time no one left any room for error, treating the walls with such ferocity that the black liquid couldn't even make it to the surface in the end before it was sent straight away, taking the whole floor with it-
The hammer fell for the last time, accompanied by Tang Xinjue's calm voice: “9th time.”
This was the last change.
If their previous guesses were correct, then what they would see next was ...
A buzzing sound that was both like a wail and a cry resounded from within the skeleton of the corridor.
In front of them, the concrete and paint blocks began to twist and melt as the black liquid that had been broken up tried to crawl back over with a piercing screech.
It was like the entire corridor was desperately trying to stop this next thing from happening with all its might, but was powerless to resist.
The moment the floors shifted, all the dislocated distortions of material space were replaced with a single click. In their view, the corridor went from neat and cold to ragged and grimy; the walls went from violently demolished rubble to a single piece of intact concrete. Only in the middle of the wall was a gap half a man high and only for passing sideways, through which a shadowed dormitory room could be seen as well as the light spilling out from inside.
The ninth floor!
Not even having time to let out a cheer, the girls had already instinctively dropped their attacks again, directly widening the gap in the wall several times, and immediately saw the stunned expressions of the girls inside.
Jiang tongxue who was discussing gossip with No. 11 and No. 12: “......”
“You guys are back so soon?”
Jiang tongxue sheepishly got up and stood at attention, defending herself: "We didn't slack off* just now, we were protecting your roommates! Hey, what's in your pockets?"
*摸鱼, literally catching fish; to fish in troubled waters, which means to take advantage of the chaos to gain personal benefits. It now also refers to the act of being lazy and not working properly (slacking off).
Jiang tongxue’s eyes pointedly saw the red threads carried by a line of people, and its expression lagged violently.
“This, this is ...”
Her breathing became thicker and thicker, an uncontrollable longing welling up in her eyes, her throat swallowing up and down, her eyes glued to the red thread as she spoke softly, “What is this?”
Tang Xinjue burrowed inside, not giving the red thread at first, but asking rhetorically, “What did you think of when you first saw it?”
Jiang tongxue murmured, “I want to, I want to… I want to eat it.”
As if catching her desire in her unconscious murmuring, her tone became stronger and stronger, her voice became clearer and clearer, “Yes, eat it ... I want to eat it, give it to me, give it to me!”
Being in the body of No. 13 allowed her to still have a trace of sanity left not to directly pounce on her, but the other ghosts of the girls without bodies were not so stable. A whirlwind of ice-cold to the extreme instantly blew in the room, whistling and contracting around the crowd, seemingly wanting to snatch the red threads out of their hands.
In the center of the vortex, Tang Xinjue picked up a red thread and held it in front of Jiang tongxue, pulling the gauze off her hand before the other party could snatch the thread away. The hideous wounds and the thick smell of blood popped out, causing Jiang tongxue to be slightly stunned in her movements, and her pouncing movements stopped for a split second.
Tang Xinjue spoke in a warm voice, “You have a strong desire to devour these red threads because they originally belonged to you.”
“These red threads, they are the flesh and blood in your bodies during your lifetime, aren't they?”
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