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Chapter 97 Corpse Flower (Please add to your favorites, read further, and vote with monthly tickets)

"talent?"

He Ao grasped the key words.

"Talent, for example, is the ability used by this magic apprentice in front of you," the middle-aged man seemed a little surprised that He Ao didn't know the concept of talent, but he still patiently explained.

“These abilities do not need to be learned later; they come from a sudden ‘awakening’ where someone suddenly possesses abilities that others cannot learn. We call these abilities that cannot be acquired through learning ‘talent’.”

Then he thought for a moment and added, “Every talent has its own name. The user of a talent must anchor their ability according to this name. Once there is a deviation, it is easy to become distorted and insane, like what this magic apprentice experienced. So in a sense, talent is both a blessing and a curse.”

"So, these talents are arranged in some kind of pattern?"

He Ao asked casually.

“No, we haven’t discovered any potential connection between talents yet,” the middle-aged man paused for a moment, then smiled. “But that’s a good question. I’ve also been thinking about whether there’s some kind of intrinsic connection between these talents, arranged in a certain pattern.”

Looking at the middle-aged man, He Ao felt that he really didn't have any malicious intent, but he was a bit of a know-it-all.

And they know quite a lot.

However, the talents he mentioned seem to differ somewhat from the talent sequence in the dungeon world. The main difference is that these talents do not appear to have a sequential arrangement or numbering.

Just then, He Ao's phone rang. It was a message from Zhang Anxia: "[He Ao, we're almost there.]"

He Ao replied: [Okay, I'm on the third floor now.]

Aren't you going to clean up the contaminants in your hands?

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Holding it like that all the time will affect your mental state."

"Contaminants?"

He looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Upon hearing the question, the middle-aged man paused noticeably, then, realizing that He Aolian didn't even know about 'talent,' he explained in detail.

"The definition of a contaminant is an extraordinary item that is imbued with supernatural power and has special polluting properties. For example, this magician's hat in your hand absorbed the magician's talent and mad will after the magician's apprentice died, and continues to emanate madness. This is a contaminant."

Different contaminants require different containment methods. Contaminants emitting such potent pollution need to be isolated using custom-made mithril containers.

Then, without waiting for He Ao to ask a question, he further explained, "The so-called mithril is a special alloy that mixes four metals, silver, iron, copper, and nickel, in a specific ratio. This alloy can effectively isolate the pollution of the mad aura."

It sounds expensive.

He Ao thought for a moment, "Are those flowers outside also pollutants?"

"That's a corpse flower, a mutated plant."

The middle-aged man explained.

"Is that a corpse flower?"

He Ao was taken aback.

“Yes,” the middle-aged man said, somewhat puzzled as to why He Ao was so surprised, “this flower grows on human corpses.”

It grows by nourishing itself on human souls and flesh, and also attracts other passersby to become its nourishment. However, its petals, ground into powder, can help restore a person's soul and enhance their resistance to pollution.

"Is it valuable?"

"valuable."

"Can we just pull them up directly?"

"Yes, the main useful component is the petals. As long as the petals are intact, it's fine. However, the spirit of the corpse flower will be lost within a day after it is picked. It needs to be sealed in ice and frozen for storage. This can slow down the loss of its spirit and extend its lifespan to about six months."

"Ok."

He Ao immediately jumped off the third floor.

The middle-aged man walked curiously to the edge of the stairwell and peered down. He saw He Ao roll to the ground and then quickly pluck all the corpse flowers below. He even picked up the one he had thrown away and held it in his arms.

Then he quickly went upstairs.

The middle-aged man looked at the large, densely packed bouquet of flowers in his arms and chuckled to himself.

Just as he was chuckling, a corpse flower was handed to him.

"This is?"

He was a little confused.

"remuneration."

He Ao said calmly.

Knowledge itself has value.

“This knowledge is rather common, not worth that price, probably worth…” The middle-aged man glanced at He Ao in surprise, then reached out and plucked two petals, “worth this much.”

He Ao didn't stand on ceremony; he took the remaining flowers back and asked softly,

"Can this flower be effective for elderly people whose health has been eroded by pollution?"

"So you were waiting for me here," the middle-aged man glanced at the two flower petals he was holding and chuckled again. "How old are you?"

"Over eighty years old."

He Ao remained expressionless.

“An elderly man in his eighties cannot withstand such a strong medicine. Take half a petal, grind it into powder, mix it with one liter of purified water or boiled water, and give him about 100 milliliters for the first time. After he wakes up, give him 100 milliliters every day, and his soul will probably be fully restored.”

Ordinary people cannot resist madness through external forces; they can only rely on the strength of their own souls, and the Corpse Flower happens to be able to restore a person's soul.

The middle-aged man said softly.

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded.

"What?!"

Hurried footsteps came from downstairs. Zhang Anxia rushed up, noticing the blood and flesh left behind by the dead pigeons on the way. "Are you alright?"

Then he saw the middle-aged man chatting with He Ao.

He had just opened his mouth when the middle-aged man winked at him. He then turned his gaze to He Ao, and after confirming He Ao was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a hint of helplessness,

Didn't I tell you not to act impulsively?

He Ao naturally saw the interaction between the two. The middle-aged man didn't want to reveal his identity, so he didn't ask any more questions. He shook his head and said, "I didn't act impulsively. Those pigeons attacked me on their own initiative."

"A pigeon? A magic apprentice? Where is he?"

Zhang Anxia was somewhat surprised.

He Ao turned around innocently and pointed to the skeleton nailed to the ground by steel bars, "There it is."

"died?"

Zhang Anxia was taken aback.

"justifiable defense."

He added.

Throughout the entire process, He Ao only made one and a half moves against the magician. That half move was when he initially used the steel plate to defend against the flock of pigeons. After He Ao revealed his strength and his willingness not to fight, the magician continued to attack him, seriously endangering his life.

So, in order to protect his own life, he launched a defensive counterattack. His original intention was not to kill the magician, but to use steel bars to immobilize the magician. However, he did not expect that the magician had turned his own flesh and blood into a flock of pigeons. His body was in very poor condition, and the blow caused his death.

As for why he didn't run away, it's because he had already been spotted by the flock of pigeons, which had shown a strong aggressive attitude. If he ran away, innocent passersby might be injured or even killed.

Of course, there is another reason: He Ao felt he could play, as he said, there are risks and rewards.

He's actions are heroic, while the magician (trickster apprentice) is a dangerous wanted criminal who may endanger the safety of those around him at any time.

Furthermore, He'ao only attacked once, which, according to the laws of the Middle Kingdom, would generally be considered legitimate self-defense.

In China, such clearly defined legitimate self-defense would not result in arrest.

Of course, the situation of superhumans may be special, but the regulations protecting superhumans cannot be more favorable than those protecting ordinary people.

“I can testify,” the middle-aged man beside him suddenly said, “that this young man was indeed forced to defend himself.”

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After spending half an hour taking detailed notes, Zhang Anxia patted He Ao on the shoulder and said, "Your self-defense should be fine. Keep your phone accessible. I'll contact you when the results are out. Don't be so impulsive next time."

Then he walked up to the magician who was already dead.

At this moment, a woman dressed in a long blue dress walked up. She glanced at everyone present and walked to Zhang Anxia's side.

"Is the investigation clear?"

Zhang Anxia looked at the woman in blue.

“Yes,” the woman in blue nodded slightly. “This magic apprentice’s real name is Ou Zhuo. He was born abroad and is an overseas mercenary. Although his talent is that of a magic apprentice, he has always considered himself a magician and denies the title of magic apprentice.”

The woman in green raised her head and looked at Zhang Anxia. "According to Bull, before joining Dawn, he killed people in chaotic areas abroad to use as magic materials. His abilities are stronger than Bull's. However, this time, the reason why we arranged for the three of them to kidnap Liu Nan, but Bull was put in charge of the kidnapping, is probably because we are afraid that he will suddenly kill Liu Nan."

“The discrepancy between perception and reality will gradually lead him step by step into the abyss of madness,” the middle-aged man beside him pondered. “Perhaps he has already gone mad, but he could barely maintain his humanity before. After his teammates were captured and he lost control, he completely lost control.”

"possible."

Zhang Anxia nodded, stood up and looked at He Ao, "Anyway, you've solved a big problem for me. But now I finally understand why Captain Liu told me not to remind you to be careful."

Because He Ao simply wouldn't listen.

"No need to thank me," He Ao said, turning around and stuffing the flowers he was holding into Zhang Anxia's arms. "Help me take care of them, put them in ice, and freeze them."