Under the bright lights adjusted specifically for the livestream, Xu Yintang diligently provided special service to the guest.
He was an excellent service provider, tirelessly sawing through the body of the guest over and over again, without any shortcuts due to repetitive labor, striving to make both the guest and the audience behind the livestream feel that they were getting their money’s worth.
But this was an exceedingly greedy customer; even after having their heart dug out, their throat severed, or even being sawn in half—under fatal injuries that even someone with Xu Yintang’s heavily super recovery ability might not survive, the customer repeatedly resumed breathing.
No, it wasn’t resuming breathing.
Xu Yintang leaned in to carefully observe the state of the customer’s erratic existence on the brink of death, correcting his own statement.
The premise of resuming breathing is to stop breathing, which can be understood as a synonym for resurrection, and throughout the past two hours of service, the customer had not truly experienced “death” even once.
The wounds were not “healed”—Xu Yintang possessed a strong self-healing ability, so he was well aware that even so-called instantaneous healing still followed the basic rules of healing. If you slowed down the process by hundreds or thousands of times, the entire process was no different from an ordinary person’s healing process.
And even the most perfect healing was just patching up on a damaged basis, impossible to achieve flawlessness. If your vision was as excellent as the moon and you could closely scan the skin that had been treated, you would find subtle color differences in many areas of Xu Yintang’s skin, and the feel of the skin in areas with frequent injuries was also different.
But the situation with the young man was completely different. His wounds didn’t “heal”; they “disappeared.”
Like Xu Yintang saw Tiantian using something called a digital tablet to draw, the wounds… their existence wasn’t on the same layer. At the moment of approaching death, some kind of force, like an eraser, was activated, erasing the wounds—
No.
Xu Yintang looked at his hands, the feeling of holding a beating heart still vividly present in his palm, the blood spurting to the ceiling when he cut the artery—although the ceiling was clean now, such a spectacular scene once seen would never be forgotten.
Similarly, even though at this moment a heart was clearly beating in the young man’s open chest, the same temperature, weight, and the intense feeling of holding something foreign like an alien parasite in his hand, once you felt it with your own hands, even the marrow would remember the taste.
The chest was still open, the fractured shape of the ribs resembling bird wings.
These small injuries that would have healed in seconds on Xu Yintang’s body stubbornly remained, even though he kindly helped the young man put his bones back in place and stitched up the wounds, it only made the young man let out more painful screams.
The bloodstains on the ceiling had indeed disappeared, but there was more blood that hadn’t. If it hadn’t splattered onto the ceiling, Xu Yintang might not have even noticed that some blood had disappeared.
The minor injuries became apparent after being washed away, some dislocated bones and detached fingernails had not disappeared.
Xu Yintang confirmed his speculation.
What was erased was “death.”
“Immortality, huh…” Xu Yintang muttered absentmindedly, his gaze on the young man’s eyes. When he said the word “immortality,” the young man’s pupils subtly contracted, proving that he still retained a perception of the boundaries.
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But because he was a deity, such malice appeared pure and immaculate.
Ah… Ah…
The young man’s eyes widened suddenly, emitting a sharp, inhuman scream from within his body. His body convulsed violently, the sounds of fractured bones and ruptured organs mingling with the screams, creating a bizarre symphony.
It’s here!
Xu Yintang swiftly switched to a chainsaw and retreated, keeping a close watch on the writhing and deforming shadow of the young man, while the corner of his eye confirmed that his shadow wasn’t connected to any other shadows.
Second Treasure appeared behind Thomas, his tail flicking to drag this human into the depths of a dream from which even death couldn’t awaken.
In the moment Thomas lost consciousness, Xu Yingtang’s shadow began to sway irregularly. An eerie, deathly silence filled the air, almost sweet yet almost foul, heavy yet light as it wandered in the shadows. Soon, besides Xu Yintang’s shadow, all the shadows in the space began to sway and deform, creating an auditory hallucination of heavy breathing.
Third Flora shrieked sharply, and all the butterflies spread their wings to guard the mother nest in the shadow of their mother’s figure. The nearing scent of death was so intense, the excessive sweetness overlaid with fermentation, that it too smelled what Fourth Joy perceived, a stench akin to excrement.
It “saw.”
Through the blood-red moonlight in the depths of his eyes, Xu Yintang “saw” too.
It was a different kind of strangeness from Third Flora, not the “something” existing in the shadows.
It was the darkness that swallowed light, the inconceivable vastness born from the annihilation of all things. If one were to explain it in more understandable terms, they were the “hounds” before the deity of “death.”
This wasn’t something with substance. Xu Yintang put away the chainsaw and hugged Second Treasure, his eyes reflecting the light of the blood moon.
The crimson veins spread on his body, the blood-red crescent dim and drooping, but reflecting, in reverse, the looming, massive full moon that seemed to want to devour everything.
The young man, already devoid of life, was devoured to the brink by the shadows climbing onto his body, and Xu Yintang saw grotesque bite marks reminiscent of a corpse. Those shadows were equally vigilant, and in the blink of an eye, they spread to his shadow, just a hair’s breadth away.
Every lamp shone into the dazzling bright space, abruptly creating an illusion of darkness engulfed by thick shadows. In the tiny gaps of Xu Yintang’s shadow, the phosphorescence of butterfly wings was the only source of light in this space.
Xu Yintang’s lower abdomen suddenly felt a tingling pain, a desire for reproduction so familiar to him conflicting with the disgust and vigilance that also came from Daeis.
Cubs!
The sudden palpitation forced Xu Yintang to ensure the safety of the cubs, much like a mother hen facing an eagle spreading its wings, hiding the consciousness of all the cubs under his own consciousness. In the depths of his consciousness, the light of the full moon intensified, and the viscous, blood-red moonlight surged toward the bodies of the cubs.
The dark monster voraciously devoured his mother body, but the cubs were an easier target.
Fourth Joy, who had not yet fully born, was the first to be protected, and Xu Yintang still had a connection with it. The moonlight dyed Fourth Joy into a red ball without any hesitation. Fourth Joy led the moonlight to flow to the border between its and Third Flora’s territory, allowing more moonlight to shine into Third Flora’s nest.
The situation for Third Flora, nestled in the shadows, was the most dangerous. It was almost like building a nest in the mouth of a predator; while the butterflies could pierce the predator’s defenses, they were also teetering on the brink of being devoured.
As soon as the moonlight surged into the nest, the butterflies immediately cooperated to guide the moonlight into every corner of the nest. They abandoned the round cocoons in the brood chamber, drawing out a pool of gem-like water reflections. Amidst the mingling moonlight and water reflections, all darkness had nowhere to hide.
Meanwhile, Second Treasure cleverly turned all of its eyes into reflectors, grabbing handfuls of dream fragments like shattered glass, focusing the moonlight into a spotlight effect. Its eyeballs rolled and flowed agilely within its smoky body, accurately striking at the shadowy figures creeping in.
Pah!
Bad things!
Only Little Darling, whose body existed in reality, found it difficult for the moonlight to penetrate the barrier of reality. It could only try its best to shrink its body, pressing tightly against its mother’s body, and huddle its core flesh together when attacked by darkness that it couldn’t see or touch.
It tried to actively attack the surrounding shadows, but like offering food to a door-to-door service, its tentacles were swallowed up before it could react, several tentacles being devoured before it could even spray venom. The venom had no effect on the darkness, and it only managed to hit something a few times by chance during an attack.
Xu Yintang grabbed the bunched-up Little Darling, tore open his lower abdomen, and forcibly pushed the cub into the uterus. The frantic and painful uterus rejected the already born cub, causing Little Darling to cry out uncomfortably, yet it was a safe haven beyond the reach of the shadows.
Xu Yingtang’s eyes hurt so much they could hardly be opened, the intense feeling of a foreign object making it seem as if his eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets. All he could see was the full moon that he repeatedly crashed into the barrier of reality, the intense blood-red color flooding into his consciousness.
[*$#$%# Sanity Check ^$$#)(%^)]
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The mechanical sound of the system was once again shattered by the moonlight. The crimson veins wandered and spread on the skin, extending a sense of presence in the form of tentacles.
No…
One eye couldn’t bear the burden and exploded into a mass of liquid, the murky red fluid smearing his face, making it impossible to discern that it was once an eye. The void of the eye socket was instantly captured by darkness, and Xu Yintang felt as if the left side of his face was forcefully torn from his body, instantly losing all sensation.
Think… Think quickly…
The copy of Silence, what he had done…
Daeis’s blood moon…
The roots of Feir’s seedlings…
The cubs… Second Treasure in the dream, Third Flora in the shadows… their projections in reality…
And his other self…
…
He had become like…
They needed a common… anchor… medium…
No, no…
Xu Yintang stared fixedly at the surging shadows in the darkness, plucking out his other eyeball and groping to stuff it into the swallowed left side of his face.
Ah… I actually forgot…
The more disadvantaged you are, the more you should take the initiative to attack.
The eyeball that fell into the darkness, along with the arm, was gladly swallowed up, but at the deepest part of the single eyeball, the image of the blood moon was vivid.
A crimson full moon suddenly shone brightly in the darkness.
Author’s note –
Mother Xu Yingtang: Don’t touch my cubs!
Cubs: Whimper whimper whimper [Weak · Pitiful · But Brave]
Noooo I was so freaked out when little darling got hurt 🙁
The cubs are in danger!!
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR BEING AWESOME
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