Chapter 92 Sword Dancer

Xu Yan remembered this scene firmly in his mind.

"Jelly" keeps moving forward.

The next room is the pharmacy.

Perhaps it is because the medicine needs to be stored at low temperatures and cannot be disturbed by the outside world.

Above this vent, there are two fixed card readers installed, with six freezing cards and stabilization cards inserted, and even a warning card to monitor any movement in the surrounding area.

Xu Yan vaguely sensed the ripples of the residual soul inside.

He knew that the card was likely to contain the remnant soul of the old hound.

At this critical juncture, the passive skill of "Jelly" "being ignored" played a key role.

It stealthily squeezed into a tentacle not much thicker than a hair, and tiptoed around the fixed card reader without arousing the vigilance of any of the old ghosts.

The pharmacy is not large.

In addition to conventional medicines, it also stores a large number of homemade secret medicines and rare materials collected from the depths of the wilderness, emitting a similar murderous aura as the "burning capsules".

The strong scent was like a girl's slender jade fingers, teasing Xu Yan's nerves and making his heart flutter. He could hardly control himself and wanted to rush into the pharmacy to feast on it.

Xu Yan carefully wrote down the coordinates of the pharmacy and directed "Jelly" to move forward.

This level of exploration has reached its end.

The ventilation duct in front bends downward ninety degrees.

From the depths of the darkness, there were faint inhuman roars and the "clattering" sounds of metal rubbing against each other and violent collisions.

"Jelly" is like a fluffy and transparent feather, sneaking silently into a deeper shelter.

After passing a rumbling blower with four huge fans, a cage suddenly appeared under the ventilation duct in front.

Behind the tempered glass, between steel bars thicker than arms, a terrifying monster is imprisoned.

It has a human head and body, but starting from the elbows and knees, its limbs have turned into scimitars and swords.

His originally delicate facial features were now filled with frantic murderous intent, making him look extremely ferocious.

Deep in those blood-red eyes, the most primitive predatory desire shone, without a trace of humanity.

Accompanied by a beast-like roar, the monster jumped up and down, turned and moved, and even used the sharp blades at the ends of its limbs to perform a dazzling set of sword techniques.

Although its mind has long been confused.

This set of sword techniques is meticulous and well-formed. Compared with many entry-level sword techniques in the world of cultivation, it has more exquisite changes.

"Jelly" observed for a full five minutes.

The half-human, half-sword monster showed no signs of stopping to rest. Instead, it danced faster and slashed more and more wildly.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

When the sword technique was used to its full potential, the monster's skull exploded.

Deep between his eyebrows, a bloody blade actually emerged, as if a sharp horn had grown on his forehead.

The monster felt pain and suddenly accelerated, and the ends of its limbs turned into four sharp arcs of light.

Four arcs of light entangled together, like lightning tearing through the sky, and struck fiercely on the steel bars that imprisoned it.

Sparks flew between the steel bars, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared.

The attack card hidden under the cell was immediately activated, and the attack array containing the power of the past began to operate frantically.

From the floor to the steel bars, and then to the two iron chains deeply embedded in the monster's shoulder blades, a series of electric arcs suddenly emerged, condensing into dozens of dark blue and dark purple poisonous snakes, which drilled into its body in an interlaced manner, electrocuting its skin and flesh to the point of burning, foaming at the mouth, and bursting its eye sockets. Blood flowed from the corners of its eyes, mouth, and ear canals.

However, the monster seemed to feel no pain.

Even the "jelly" couldn't help but tremble slightly when it smelled the burnt smell of protein, but it acted as if nothing had happened and even became more crazy.

After twitching for only half a minute, he started from the beginning and once again displayed his extremely gorgeous yet strange sword skills.

"This is the clinical response of the terminal stage of spiritual erosion."

Xu Yan thought to himself, "This guy must have accidentally contracted a remnant soul from the past whose lifespan far exceeded his own—a divine weapon from the Second Era, a sword spirit awakened amidst countless battles in the yellow sands, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood.

"With his soul strength, even if he reluctantly signed a contract with the Ancient Sword Spirit, he would not be able to perfectly control the extremely violent ancient sword intent.

"Unknowingly, his soul was eroded by the ancient sword will, leaving it riddled with holes. Not only did his limbs undergo irreversible organic changes, but even his self-perception was distorted. He could no longer tell whether he was a human living in the Age of Heroes, or a sword spirit of the Super Martial Civilization."

Soul erosion has entered its terminal stage. Not only is it incurable, but it is also highly uncertain in terms of danger and spread.

The only "treatment method" is to use a special soul-catching instrument, insert it into the brain through the nostrils, and try to extract all the residual souls that have invaded the human brain and seal them into the spirit card.

But this practice is very harmful to the brain tissue and the soul.

There is a greater than 50% chance that the patient will develop intellectual disability, become a vegetative state, or even die instantly. In other words, it simply turns a "madman" into an "idiot," reducing the patient's harm to society.

However, in what Leiliana called the "underground hospital," even such a simple and crude treatment was not intended to be implemented.

Two thick IV tubes were wrapped around the iron chain that pierced the terminal patient's shoulder blade, continuously injecting a mysterious scarlet drug into his body to maintain his physiological functions and extremely manic spirit, causing his body temperature to rise higher and higher, turning him from a blazing torch into a brilliant firework in an instant.

"He has reached the end of his life."

Xu Yan shook his head slightly. "In a few days at most, maybe not even twenty-four hours, he will be completely burned to ashes in the never-ending sword dance."

Just as Xu Yan was about to bypass this poor guy and continue exploring.

Footsteps were heard in front of the cage.

Several men in white coats surrounded a tall and thin old man and came to the monster.

"Jelly" couldn't see the old man's face clearly.

The scan could only reveal that his body temperature was three to five degrees lower than that of others, and appeared in a strange sky blue color in the "thermal sensing" imaging, like a sharp popsicle.

"How is the condition of Subject 247, 'Sword Dancer'?"

Popsicle put his hands behind his back and asked coldly, "Will Potion No. 5 be effective on him?"

His voice was hoarse and slightly metallic, reminiscent of a sharp scalpel and a craniotomy saw, evoking the pain and hatred belonging to his original self deep in Xu Yan's mind.

The corners of Xu Yan's eyes twitched. He felt the black magma flowing freely between the grooves of his brain, trying to gush out from all seven orifices, turning into a blazing giant hand, dragging this guy into hell.

It is clear.

The original body had heard this voice.

The owner of the voice had left the original body with extremely unpleasant memories.

"Don't be impatient."

Xu Yan could only mutter to himself, "We are very close to our goal."

As he watched, a man in a white coat handed Popsicle detailed experimental data and shook his head, saying, "Potion No. 5 isn't very effective. The increase in Sword Dancer's combat power is no more than 20%, and the duration is only 24 hours. With this kind of performance, it's difficult to weaponize and send into battle."

"That's it..."

Popsicle pondered for a moment and snapped his fingers. "Since we've tried several potions and none of them have been able to prolong the lifespan of a terminally ill patient with Spiritual Erosion, why not try a different approach? Inject a large dose of Potion 11 to quickly burn his lifespan and see if we can increase his combat effectiveness by over 300%, effectively using him as a one-time suicide weapon."

"This……"

The man in the white coat hesitated. "Potion No. 11 is still under development, and many problems remain unresolved. I'm afraid the test subject will explode and die the moment it's injected."

"It doesn't matter. I'll ask the boss to get some more suitable test subjects. No matter what method you use, I just need the data."

Popsicle patted the white-coated man's shoulder and said in an incendiary voice, "Don't be so rigid. This isn't a safe zone. Let your imagination run wild. Use more experimental methods and strive to produce impressive data. This will allow investors from pharmaceutical and card companies to tell more exciting stories in the financial market. That's why we're here. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Director Monk."

The man in the white coat nodded.

Xu Yan's pupils were irritated into two needle points by the four words "Director Monk".

His breathing became involuntarily heavy, and even when he used the "Mimetic Breathing Technique" he couldn't control the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

His temples were bulging high, beating like a devil's heart.

The black magma deep in the brain turned into a raging wave, shattering the defense line that sealed the memory.

Just like receiving the "Remembrance of Dr. Hyde", a series of lights and shadows flashed before Xu Yan's eyes like a revolving lantern.

First picture.

The original body was in a refugee camp with a harsh environment like hell. He was entangled with other refugees like a beast, punching, kicking and even biting with his teeth, just to fight for a few pieces of bread that were trampled and covered with footprints.

When he finally got the spoils and swallowed the bread mixed with blood without chewing, a pair of exquisitely carved leather boots appeared before his eyes.

"You are strong and lucky."

A high-pitched voice said, "Are you interested in a job? We're a large card-making company from the safe zone, and we need a volunteer."

Second picture.

Deep underground, inside the shelter.

The original body was just like the "Sword Dancer" in front of him, with iron chains wrapped around his limbs, and at least seven or eight infusion tubes inserted into his carotid artery and both sides of his spine. Various medicines like ice water, magma, and even sulfuric acid were madly pouring into his body.

The original body twitched as if it had been electrocuted, screaming hysterically and making the iron chains rattle.

Several men in white coats watched and recorded expressionlessly. Seeing that he was struggling so hard, they made a gesture and the gears installed deep in the wall started to turn. The four chains were suddenly tightened, pulling his original body into a "big" shape in the air.

(End of this chapter)

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