Can a corpse feel pain if it contains a soul?
Wang Xiaomie couldn’t answer that question. He didn’t know if he could be considered a zombie or a living dead.
He could feel warmth, eat normal food, and possess human emotions and a soul. However, he was aware of his changes, not to mention the strength and other abilities coming from his body.
One part of his emotions was deteriorating — a sentiment that could be described as awe and fear towards things and beings.
For example, when a regular person encounters a vicious criminal or a corpse, their inner panic and fear would be overwhelming. In Wang Xiaomie’s case, he was relatively calm in this regard, though still experiencing some fear, but it was much milder.
Perhaps it was due to his own transformation, or maybe it was influenced by memories from his previous life.
After all, in his past life, he lived in an era where life and dignity were not highly valued.
Lying on a cold iron bed, Wang Xiaomie took off his upper garments. However, a piece of cloth, used as a cover, was laid on his body from the chest downwards. Anesthetics didn’t work on him, so Yi Yan, with a bruised and swollen face, happily took out a small incense burner from the cabinet.
A faint purple smoke curled up from the numerous small holes in the incense burner, climbing slowly into the air.
Wen Fengjin wrinkled his brow, held his breath, and looked at Yi Yan: “You actually have this.”
“After all, I’m in this business. Over time, you accumulate some good stuff.” Yi Yan took out a cloth soaked in some liquid, covering his mouth and nose. With a fox-like smile, he added, “But know that the price after using this won’t be the same. This is such a rare item, you know.”
“Hmm.” Wen Fengjin indifferently said, “Use it anyway.”
His tomb palace was piled high with treasures, and many sought-after treasures that people spent their entire lives pursuing were a dime a dozen in his hands. That’s why the tomb palace drove countless people crazy.
Yi Yan’s slender eyes curved up, sharp, “As one would expect from you. Looks like I can make some profit today.”
Wen Fengjin ignored him, his long and straight back bending down. As a result, his silver hair slid down his back and hung down to Wang Xiaomie’s belly. Underneath his proud and indifferent expression, a hint of faint tenderness was concealed. He looked at Wang Xiaomie on the bed, “Are you scared?”
Wang Xiaomie pursed his lips tightly and shook his head.
After shaking his head, his face was covered by the cold hand. The thumb pressed down on his lower lip, and Wen Fengjin locked eyes with him, “Speak.”
“A little scared.” Wang Xiaomie sniffled, looking at him with wide eyes.
Wen Fengjin let out a low laugh, “Then I’ll stay here and let you watch me, okay? Hmm?”
“Okay.”
Wang Xiaomie sniffed the fragrance on the tip of his nose, not knowing what kind of substance it was. Even anesthesia didn’t seem to have much effect, but now he felt drowsy. His head didn’t hurt, and the sensation of Wen Fengjin’s palm stroking his face had disappeared.
To say he was terrified was a lie, and to say he was fearless was also untrue.
From childhood to adulthood, he had never even had an appendix surgery. Getting injured in ancient times was one thing, but being held down in a ‘black clinic’ by a weirdo with a knife was an entirely different experience!
Honestly, he just couldn’t trust Yi Yan. Some people might look at each other and know at first glance, “Not my type.”
Wang Xiaomie always felt that Yi Yan was strange, living freely and elegantly but cruel and decisive.
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Once such a person was convinced of his theory, even if you tried to communicate with him, he would politely serve you tea, patiently listen to everything you had to say, and then turn around to continue doing things at his own pace.
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Yi Yan had called her over, and Wang Xiaomie was curious about the relationship between this girl and Yi Yan but didn’t dare to ask.
The girl, without making a fuss, held a tray and quietly began to mix various things.
She looked very skilled and professional.
Wang Xiaomiao stared at Wen Fengjin’s face, growing more and more sleepy. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he closed his eyes. Before falling asleep, he heard Bai Yu encouraging him loudly from outside the small cubicle.
… … …
The surgical light cast down, making the already fair skin on the bed even paler.
Wang Xiaomie’s eyes were closed, and small shadows were cast from the corners of his eyes and the lashes below. Wen Fengjin stood quietly in his previous position, holding his hand that hung down, silently observing his face.
Yi Yan’s slender eyes scanned over, and the smile on his lips deepened. He turned his head and took a bottle of transparent liquid from the tray held by the girl.
The pointed glass bottle tilted, and a few drops of liquid fell on the exposed left chest area of Wang Xiaomie.
The talk about dissection earlier was just Yi Yan teasing Wang Xiaomie. Extracting the feather pattern was actually very simple, at least before it was transferred to a second host.
As a few drops of colorless and odorless liquid penetrated the surface of the skin, the previously pale skin suddenly turned a large-scale blood-red. Clusters and patches of feathers wildly grew, and it seemed like there was some kind of reaction, causing a surge!
More and more liquid poured from the bottle, and an increasing amount of medicine dripped onto them.
The red lines that had only just begun to grow on the skin were now sprouting out like heads!
The red feathers, like threads or insects, drilled out of the skin. Because of the medicine, the red stuff was twisting, swaying like a drunk person.
“Oh my, this is even more exaggerated than I imagined.” Yi Yan was momentarily stunned, then said with a hint of deep meaning, “It seems that this body is indeed more suitable for this little thing than Yan Chun’s. Look at how it’s growing; it’s almost reaching the cheek.”
His tone was as if he were talking about a chubby child from a relative’s family, gentle yet helpless.
The deep pupils reflected a crimson scene, and Wen Fengjin’s disgust was undisguised.
Yi Yan gently placed his fingers on the red ‘threads.’
“You don’t like it? Actually, this is one of my more outstanding masterpieces.”
“Remove it.”
Wen Fengjin demanded, staring at Yi Yan.
Yi Yan stared back at Wen Fengjin.
“…Your aura has changed.” Yi Yan burst into laughter. “It seems calling him a ‘collectible’ is not accurate. However, this is the first time I’ve seen such a perfectly refined type through sacrifice. His body and mentality is no different from humans, just like the most perfect piece of art I pursue.”
“The child next to me is also my creation.” Yi Yan patted the head of the girl holding the tray. She continued to hold it expressionlessly and emotionlessly.
“The materials are obviously very precious, and it took me so many years of effort to create a humanoid life. I believed that among craftsmen of the same level, this technology had reached its peak.”
“Until I saw your creation…”
“Indeed, the soul is the key…”
Yi Yan said, “Can you let me have it, or lend it to me for research—uh—”
The metal bed frame made a harsh sound against the floor, accompanied by the clattering of items colliding.
Outside the partition, Bai Yu, who was still ogling the rare materials, was startled. He turned to look at the partition, but there were no strange sounds coming from inside.
“Did you accidentally hit the tray?” Bai Yu scratched his head and continued to drool over those precious materials.
So many precious materials, it would be great if they were all mine!
… …
‘Drip, drip’
‘Drip, drip’
Fresh red liquid splattered on the floor, shattering into small flowers.
Yi Yan covered the right side of his face with his hand, blood dripping through his fingers. He grimaced in pain, even his habitual smile disappearing.
His hand and half of his face were sticky with blood. When Wen Fengjin struck, Yi Yan didn’t even see how it happened; he was already injured.
The blurry gaze of one eye reflected the terrifying and oppressive figure opposite him.
“Remember the pain now, don’t do any more unpleasant probing.” The deep eyes stared at Yi Yan’s miserable appearance, a hint of pleasure apparent. The lips curved into a sharp, sinister arc full of killing intent.
Wen Fengjin had no need to conceal himself in front of the unconscious Wang Xiaomie. The once unrivaled ‘Demon Lord,’ despite looking at the same level, exuded disdain and contempt towards Yi Yan.
Wen Fengjin’s power and longevity allowed him to casually control the life and death of others. After all, in the face of absolute power, any calculations were futile.
Do you feel sorry for stepping on an ant?
No, you don’t. So, for Wen Fengjin, killing those who were not needed was just as simple.
“I don’t mind your intentions because I’ll kill you before you play any tricks on my shixiong. By then, I’ll rip out your entire brain.”
“Start removing the feathers immediately. Do you understand?”
“…I understand.”
Yi Yan was still for a moment, then picked up the bandages and medicinal solution beside him. He skillfully dealt with the gruesome wound from the corner of his eye to his chin. The girl standing next to him didn’t move at all, from the moment he was attacked to getting injured.
As if she wouldn’t operate without receiving an order, like a machine.
Once Yi Yan had finished treating his wound, the smile disappeared from his face. He looked at the red lines that had stopped struggling after absorbing the medicinal solution, then took a slender, golden-copper-colored pair of small scissors from the tray. Opening the scissors, he coated them with the solution and stabbed them into the base of the feathers.
A cold force wrapped around Yi Yan’s neck like a poisonous snake. It seemed that if he applied a little more pressure with the scissors, his neck would instantly be crushed, and his head would be torn off on the spot!
And this was just the pressure from Wen Fengjin—
How many people had to die for such a powerful murderous intent? The feathers writhed and smoked like they were splashed with sulfuric acid, emitting a sizzling burning sound.
And the person on the bed remained silent, even as the feathers were completely eliminated.
But he was indeed alive, and even through the scissors, Yi Yan could feel the heartbeat transmitted through his fingers!
In comparison, his proudest creation beside him was nothing short of a failure…
Yi Yan, too, had made human-like puppets through the sacrificial ritual before, but in the end, they either turned into tools for killing people beyond recognition or they didn’t even have the semblance of a human figure.
Special blood…
Truly powerful…
How many years of sacrifice and how much blood was needed for such a perfect creation?
“It’s done.” Yi Yan, expressionless, turned away and walked to the nearby sink to clean the scissors. He hung his head to hide the intense emotions burning in his eyes, and he lightly rubbed the fingers that had just felt the heartbeat.
Things that ordinary people had to strive for their whole lives could be easily obtained by these monsters.
Yi Yan thought: That’s precisely why I hate these creatures so much. These monsters have no right to survive in this world. They are the ones who disrupt the order and rules of existence!
These monsters can surpass others without effort!
“The payment will be in your hands tomorrow,” Wen Fengjin said indifferently. He helped Wang Xiaomie up from the bed, dressed him, and then decisively left, carrying him.
Throughout the process, he didn’t give Yi Yan a single expression.
When something loses its value, it’s ignored.
After the sound of footsteps disappeared downstairs, Yi Yan clenched his fists tightly.
Translator:
Yup! Final Boss alert.
I wanna beat him up 😤