Above Destiny

Chapter 518 Scars
I have to say that although some old people do nothing every day and look old, weak and sick and are disliked by everyone, they don't slack off too much after all.

Occasionally it is used for apex.

Once you get used to the terrifying mobility of the Rabbit Hole in this dream, you can't live without it anymore.

Ignore all situations at any time and anywhere, pull away and jump down, and return to the city instantly.

As long as the entrance of the cave is pulled back in time, even if the other side is already in chaos, it will not matter here.

Ji Jue suspected that this old guy still had some good stuff in his pocket, but unfortunately, he couldn't find a chance to squeeze it out.

What's even more regrettable is that the advantages of Qi Tan's creations are that they are spiritually active and have the ability to think independently, but their disadvantages are also the same. Even if you kill him and he explodes, if he is not willing to give it to you, you still can't use it.

Ji Jue even suspected that the old man knew that he was aware of this, so he kept hanging around him with an annoying smile every day.

At this moment, the two had just returned to the camp when they heard cheers and shouts that were like thunder, endless.

Every face flushed with excitement, as if they had witnessed what had just happened. The entire camp was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Shouting their names in unison.

In the crowd, Bao Dacai grinned, watching them being engulfed and lifted up by the joyful crowd, and made a thank you gesture to Ji Jue.

Right in the center of the camp, the scene in the void was still frozen at the moment when Wen Wen killed the saint. Under the projection of the Elf's Eye, all the scenes were reflected in front of them.

I never imagined that one day I would be able to witness such a scene.

Even though he had already experienced the changes brought about by Ji Jue and had felt the hope and possibility of success, when he witnessed the death of the saint with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to restrain his excitement and excitement.

Before this, everyone either lived in agony, prepared to be burned in prison forever, and fought in vain. Or they gradually gave up and became numb, avoiding the final outcome like ostriches, and suffered day by day.

When dawn comes, everything is still hazy and confused, but when the sun really rises before our eyes, tears and cheers can no longer be stopped.

The entire camp had never been so excited.

The banquet started again. Unlike the previous difficult situation, thanks to the generous sponsorship and help from many high priests, the supplies in the resistance camp were unprecedentedly abundant. There were even members who had worked as chefs and cooked on the spot. The fine wine that was once reserved for the upper echelons of the cult was distributed in unlimited quantities.

Except for the necessary sentries, almost everyone was drunk. But even if they were almost unconscious, there was still a large group of people crowded around Ji Jue, asking persistently when they could participate in the action and when they could take revenge, even if it meant carrying supplies and serving as cannon fodder.

At this time, Yan Fei next to him suddenly became proud, raised his neck, and pretended to be an expert without saying a word - I am Mr. Ji's bodyguard, do you know what a bodyguard means?

Rounding it off, Mr. Ji and I scored a total of 90 points!
Although the position of bodyguard seems to be self-appointed, Mr. Ji has no objection to it!
"Don't worry, there will be opportunities, and they will come soon."

Ji Jue raised his glass with a smile to boost morale.

As the atmosphere gradually became lively, he got up and left while others were not paying attention.

Perhaps it is because I am used to the quietness and tranquility of the workshop, and it is always difficult to get used to an environment that is too noisy and bustling, and at the same time, it is difficult to integrate into it.

Instead of staying and disturbing the atmosphere, it’s better to hide away and have some peace and quiet.

By the way, satisfy your curiosity.

Why did the person who should be most accustomed to such a lively atmosphere and most comfortable in it disappear after the banquet started for a while?
He didn't knock everyone down and then take the opportunity to show off all the alcohol reserves?

Are you quitting drinking?
Or is the sun rising from the west?

Ji Jue knocked on Wen Wen's door, and then, without any courtesy, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Sister Wen, are you there?"

There was a series of ding-bang-bang noises from the direction of the bedroom, as if someone was startled. Soon, the sound of a shower was heard, but then, as if it realized that this was a stupid excuse, it turned it off again.

Soon, Wen Wen finally poked her head out, wrapping her hair in a pretentious manner, and looked at Ji Jue sitting in her messy living room. She suddenly couldn't hold it anymore.

"Ahem, Ji Jue? What's the matter? I just fell asleep."

She coughed twice and put on a serious expression: "We are all familiar with each other, but you ran into my room. If you don't explain it well, I won't let you go so easily-"

"How's the injury?"

Ji Jue interrupted her and asked directly, causing her expression to stiffen for a moment. She hesitated, widened her eyes, and asked blankly: "What's the injury?"

Ji Jue sighed helplessly.

"Sister Wen..."

"Ah? Hmm? What's wrong?"

"…Has anyone ever told you that you are really bad at lying?"

Ji Jue shook his head and asked bluntly: "It's actually quite tiring to cooperate with your acting skills. We are all so familiar with each other, why not just let me see the condition of your injury?"

Wen Wen glared: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Please don't hide your right hand behind your back when you talk, okay? And how can you wear a whole layer of clothes under your pajamas?"

Ji Jue raised his hand and pointed out the doubts one by one: "I won't tell you what you wanted to do by turning on and off the shower just now. Even if you knocked over the wine bottle, the smell of blood can't be covered up in a hurry. If I were you, I would at least cover it up with perfume, but you don't have such a thing - poof!"

Before he could finish his words, he was beaten.

No surprise!

I can only say that Huangxu’s mouth is as hard as his fist. If you don’t intend to accept one of them, then you have to taste the other!

Then, the scars on the palms could no longer be concealed.

Wen Wen's wrist was grabbed.

Forced the fingers apart.

The wound cut by the Thunder Sword has not healed until now. The white wound is slowly oozing blood, seeping through the bandage.

Deep bones are visible.

After such a long time, there is not even a single sign of recovery. This does not seem like a chosen one at all. Not to mention other things, just in terms of healing ability, he is inferior to other ordinary people.

The moment he felt the wound, Ji Jue understood something.

No, it would be better to say that there was a kind of sudden realization and regret of a guess being fulfilled - just as Wen Wen instinctively resisted this fantasy dream. Although all the interference in the dream could hardly affect her, all conveniences were also out of her reach.

You won't lose any of your self, but you won't gain anything either.

Including this one has the magical effect that even if it is cut into pieces, it can be sewn back together intact.

For her, all injuries are a loss that is difficult to recover from.

However, she has always been too strong, so strong that she has ignored this weakness, and such a situation has never occurred.

To the extent that even Ji Jue had no expectations.

At this moment, after a brief moment of astonishment, Ji Jue's eyes twitched and he sighed silently:
"At least sew it up."

Wen Wen hesitated for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Things have come to this point. I had been hiding in the bedroom for a long time, practicing with a needle, and finally prepared myself mentally. But I found out that I didn’t know how to sew at all, and the needle couldn’t even penetrate the body. I can’t even say it out loud!

"By the way, you didn't hide in your bedroom and practice with a needle for a long time, and then - poof!"

Ji Jue's eyes went dark, he was dazed and angry: "Why are you hitting me for this?!"

"... Sorry, it was just a coincidence." Wen Wen awkwardly looked away and tried to pull her hand away, but she found that it was being held tightly, and then, it hurt sharply.

"hiss--"

"Sorry, no anesthetic will work on you. Please bear with it."

Ji Jue had already started stitching without any notice. The moment he grasped Wen Wen's hands with both hands, he started the physical stitching!

To be precise, it is spiritual welding!

Blood is directly drawn from the wound as material, and under the operation of alchemy, the broken palm is directly reshaped and reconstructed!

The first step is to repair the cracks on the bones, and then force the wounds on both sides together, piece together the broken texture and flesh, reconnect them, and supplement the missing parts.

Starting from the palmaris longus tendon, the opponens pollicis, the first, second, and third lumbrical muscles...be meticulous and careful to ensure that the function of the muscles will not be hindered.

Strands of silver light flickered and shuttled between the wounds, like a stitch, reintegrating everything that was torn apart, repairing it without leaving any stitches or traces.

After the repair is completed, fluid alchemy is used to drive the strengthening of the external form through the inner spirit to completely eliminate the last hidden danger.

Ah, it seems I forgot to cut off the nerve transmission... But it doesn’t matter. As strong as Huangxu is, he will definitely not care about such a small pain.

No, I really care!
His expression was completely wrinkled, he kept twitching, and he gritted his teeth to endure.

But at this point, I can no longer bring myself to say anything that can relieve the pain.

Soon, Ji Jue's hands slowly loosened. Wen Wen was still gritting her teeth and enduring, her expression twitching. She didn't notice at all that it was over. When she noticed it, she found that it didn't hurt anymore.

The wound disappeared, leaving only a faint red mark. Soon, after moving a few times, the blood clots under the skin also dispersed, and no trace could be seen at all.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to have this skill!"

She laughed, looked at her palm, and patted Ji Jue on the shoulder: "Thank you, I'll buy you a drink later, um, after we get out."

"Sorry, my bad."

Ji Jue lowered his head, finding it difficult to face her gratitude.

If he guessed correctly, Wen Wen would not only find it difficult to enjoy the healing and recovery in the dream, but even if she died, there would be no possibility of resurrection.

From the beginning to the end, she was never able to fully integrate into this dream, but was constantly eroded by its unrequited love.

Endure in silence.

"Don't stutter. It's not your fault that I have a bad temper and confront that guy head-on."

Wen Wen grinned, nonchalantly shaking her fist at Ji Jue, "Don't worry, I'm strong enough, it's just a minor injury." "Is it really a minor injury?" Ji Jue doubted.

"What? Do I look like I'm dying?"

Wen Wen was amused, moved closer, and asked jokingly, "Or do you suspect there are other wounds?"

Those eyes, so close at hand, were flashing with that familiar crystal light.

Ji Jue's face is reflected.

Faint breathing.

It’s a pity that with his current slightly childish appearance, there is a sense of contrast like a child secretly wearing adult clothes.

And Ji Jue did not dodge as she expected.

Instead, he looked at her straight.

Nodded decisively.

“As we all know, our craftsmen cherish their lives and are experienced.

In addition to my research on vortex systems, I am also a certified resident doctor at Quancheng Hospital with extensive rescue experience and wide acclaim. In addition, I have also obtained a first aid certificate in trauma first aid!"

He answered as a matter of course and seriously: "Sister Wen, don't be afraid to see a doctor. If you are willing to check--"

The words stopped abruptly.

The delicate little fist was raised and waved in front of his eyes.

As if saying hello.

"is it?"

Wen Wen's smile remained the same: "Then do you want to talk to it?"

"……useless."

Ji Jue raised his hands, pressed down her fists, forced a smile, stood up and said goodbye: "My intuition just told me that you are very healthy. You can kill a doctor and a craftsman with one punch, so, let's do the check-up another day."

Wen Wen snorted and laughed, watching Ji Jue leave.

"Smelly boy——"

After a long time, he couldn't help but sigh silently.

In the silence, she raised her head and looked at the floor-length mirror in the corner. In the reflection, the fragmented figure was also looking at her and laughing playfully.

How long can you keep lying to him?
The broken reflection seemed to be admiring its own hypocritical appearance through the mirror, and asked mockingly: Wen Wen, how long can you continue to deceive yourself?

As long as you are alive, you will eventually cause disaster and become what he hates the most...

Wen Wen was indifferent. She just picked up the bottle of wine on the table, tilted her head back, and drank the last bit of intoxication.

She didn't try to avoid the reflection, but just smiled.

"Then wait until I die."

After closing the door, Ji Jue walked out calmly as usual.

However, in the silence of the corridor, his expression gradually became gloomy.

Absolutely, there is a problem!

Just when he was stitching Wen Wen up, he could feel the subtle abnormality beneath the swaying spiritual essence, as well as the disharmony and tearing within the soul.

It’s a pity that under her nose, the erosion of spiritual essence could not be done silently and could only be confined to the wound area.

I was afraid that even if I insisted on treating her, it would only arouse her vigilance and resistance.

What a pity! If she was outside, I could secretly install a camera and ask her about her remote control and TV through Deus Ex. At worst, I could trick her into coming to the workshop...

"Hey, young man, you look dangerous."

There was a teasing laugh, Bao Dacai grinned and looked at his young colleague: "Are you thinking about something terrible?"

"Tsk..."

Ji Jue glanced at him and said unhappily, "Yeah, I'm thinking about how to kill you and take the Qi Tan Alchemy for myself."

"You want to learn? I'll teach you! I promise to teach you everything I know without hiding anything." Bao Dacai's eyes lit up, as if he couldn't wait: "Come on, it's a waste if you don't learn. I promise to teach you until you learn it! Let's start right away..."

"forget it."

Ji Jue shook his head, he was too lazy to spend time on a skill that was destined to be insulated.

Not counting the deep stuff, fluid alchemy and Enneagram alone would be enough for him to study for more than a decade. Why would he owe Lao Deng a favor for nothing?
"How cold."

Lao Deng scratched his chin and sighed regretfully: "I have been running around all these days, and I thought there would be something between us... Oh, right, friendship and bond, that's what young people say, right?"

"Friendship? Bond? Between craftsmen?"

Ji Jue's eyebrows raised in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

"Alchemy is not as cruel as modern alchemy. It emphasizes an innocent childlike heart and a gentle and kind soul. Long live love and peace!"

Bao Dacai gave a thumbs up and praised: "To be honest, I can tell at first glance that you are definitely a good candidate!"

Ji Jue was almost amused: "How am I innocent, gentle and kind?"

"No matter how cold a person is, there is always a warm place in their heart~" Lao Deng's smile became more and more annoying, "If you don't try, how do you know the other side of your heart?"

"I'm sorry, but my other side told me that eyes are useless and can be used second-hand. He has no love and no peace."

He was already beginning to regret telling this guy about Qi Tan Alchemy.

As soon as he heard this, Lao Deng was like a sticky candy, pestering him. He almost took out a book of magical skills and stuffed it into his arms, asking him to practice it quickly and try it out.

Nothing can be done.

Ji Jue could only raise his hands in surrender: "Can we talk business? If you come to me to talk nonsense, then I have to say goodbye."

"Didn't you start this?"

Lao Deng held the strange hat in his arms, stroking the fur like a pet, and suddenly asked during his casual walk:

"It just feels like you're being a little too hasty."

"Ah?" Ji Jue was puzzled.

"Hasn't the Holy Seal just been spread? Generally speaking, shouldn't it be spread gradually and gradually?"

Bao Dacai sighed: "I used it to bait the water. Although I caught a big fish, I wasted such a good opportunity and alerted the cult in advance. It's a pity."

"There's nothing to regret. If something like the Holy Seal spreads, it will definitely arouse the cult's vigilance. We might as well take advantage of the opportunity to grab some.

Besides, its principle is not complicated, and it is also very easy to copy. As long as it is spread out, people will naturally use it and grab it... There is no need for us to promote it. As long as the cult still uses faith to measure believers, there is no possibility of dispelling the poison of the Holy Seal. "

Human laziness is innate, and the pursuit of convenience is the instinct of living beings.

After getting used to the convenience of the fully automatic prayer machine, how can you endure the long and boring meditation and prayer? Once you try it, you will never forget or give it up.

What's more, its mechanism is exactly the same as the cult's prayers, so it would be a fantasy to really want to block it.

At best, what Ji Jue provided was just a more comfortable method, a more convenient option.

Just as all depravity is rooted in laziness and luck, of course, some people can resist temptation, resolutely refuse all conveniences, endure boredom and suffering, and persevere in maintaining this belief... But among the countless believers, how many can really do this?

Apart from the fanaticism of being completely possessed by the Holy Spirit, how can a person who is able to exercise self-discipline and perseverance to this extent, after realizing the essence of faith, view the "merciful and generous" Holy Spirit?
This is destined to be an unsolvable problem.

In time, even without Ji Jue's promotion, it would be enough to catalyze a huge uproar that would truly shake the cult.

Unfortunately, Ji Jue couldn't wait 'for some time'.

How long would it take for such a wave to brew and ferment? Ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years? Too long. He joined this inexplicable game not to provide ranking experience for Wen Sheng.

On the contrary, he is better at making everyone lose the gaming experience.

This is just the first step.

In contrast, he was more concerned about the discoveries made during this operation.

To be precise, it was the message revealed by the reaction of the cult...

“Although saints are important, this kind of thing that is created by divine grace, the Holy Spirit can catalyze dozens or even hundreds of them at any time if he wants, right?

To the cult, saints are certainly unattainable beings, but to the Holy Spirit, they are merely one of the seven tools, nothing more. Although they are a bit troublesome, they can be replaced at any time.

In comparison, in this system centered on faith, the loss of believers should be the truly irreparable loss, right?"

"Well?"

Bao Dacai raised his eyebrows, looking puzzled: "What do you want to say?"

“Not equal.”

Ji Jue said decisively: "Just because they lost a saint, the church went to great lengths to send the core of the entire eastern diocese, at least one-third of the believers in one diocese, to prison.

Picture what?
Even if it was to vent anger or give a warning, they should have seized the opportunity and come after Sister Wen and me, but in fact, in terms of the order of countermeasure execution, we have become secondary—"

He raised his head, looked at Lao Deng in front of him, and suddenly asked:

"——Then what is the first priority?"

(End of this chapter)