Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

The middle-aged man could no longer hold back, and all sorts of horror stories he had read in the past flooded his mind.

With a heart-wrenching scream, the middle-aged man sat down on the ground, then turned and fled towards the cemetery gate on all fours.

Qi Yan's hand, which was halfway raised, froze in mid-air.

"What's going on?" he muttered to himself in confusion. "I was going to show him another Qi Yan's tombstone. That unfortunate kid died suddenly, and Qi Lin deliberately ignored this kind of thing. In the end, I had to do it myself."

Beside Qi Yan, two tombstones stood side by side.

One piece speaks in unison, and the other piece also speaks in unison.

Qi Yan withdrew his gaze, shrugged indifferently, and put the strange middle-aged man behind him.

He blew away the dust left from chiseling the tombstone, looked at the tombstone he had modified, and nodded in satisfaction.

Two tombstones with the exact same name were carefully engraved with two different epitaphs.

If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now.

'Go downstairs and open an account for both of us, then come to me in a dream, and I'll burn paper money like crazy!'

"Mr. Qi Yan, you really are... as humorous as the rumors suggest."

A deep voice came from behind Qi Yan.

Qi Yan turned his head and saw a Zalak wearing a face mask. Even though it was the middle of the night, the man insisted on wearing sunglasses.

Qi Yan glanced at the newcomer's headscarf.

“Red headscarf, you are an elite member of the Gray Tail Squad under the Rat King, the Gray Tail Incense Master.” Qi Yan revealed the newcomer’s identity.

The Gray-Tail Incense Master showed no surprise that Qi Yan recognized his identity at a glance.

"It is an honor for us that Mr. Qi Yan knows the names of our Gray Tail unit."

"No need for that, you're making me sound like someone important," Qi Yan chuckled. "What brings you here?"

"...The Rat King said that if you want to make a purchase next time, you can just tell me directly. Don't go around scaring people with the photo of him and you. The Rat King's identity is quite secretive, so it won't be very effective," Graytail Incense Master answered honestly.

Qi Yan chuckled dryly, "This was my oversight. I should have asked Lao Wei for a photo together."

His words were just empty talk, but they were taken aback and interpreted by Ashtail Incense Master.

Before Graytail Incense Master took action, the Rat King personally instructed him that when facing Qi Yan, he must carefully consider the deeper meaning behind his words, as a seemingly casual remark might represent some crucial information revealed by Qi Yan.

At this moment, Qi Yan used the photo of the Rat King, but the effect was not satisfactory, and he said he was going to find Governor Wei.

Ashtail Incense Master's mind raced.

They're unhappy with the Rat King's hospitality and want to go find Governor Wei to reason with him!

The master of the gray-tailed incense was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

Last time Qi Yan went to Wei Yanwu to reason with him, he beat up the superior of the Yan Kingdom's Supervisory Department and even demolished a large number of buildings in Longmen.

This is a threat!

The master of the gray tail quickly assessed the 'situation' and then said urgently, "Mr. Qi Yan, please calm down. If you don't mind, I can stay by your side and do my best to meet any of your needs. Moreover, I will never disturb your enjoyment without your permission."

"I'm not angry," Qi Yan said, puzzled.

"Yes, it was a slip of the tongue."

The master of the gray-tailed incense quickly changed his tune.

"Neuropathy."

Qi Yan muttered something to himself, stood up, and walked behind the tombstone, feeling around for a moment.

Then, to the astonishment of the Gray Tail Incense Master, Qi Yan pulled out a shovel and began digging in the soil on his own.

Greytail Incense Master tentatively asked, "Mr. Qi Yan, what are you doing? If you have any needs, please feel free to ask, and I will do my best to meet them."

"Didn't you say you wouldn't bother me without my permission?"

Qi Yan quickly adopted the persona of a powerful figure, mimicking the tone of a gangster boss from a movie he'd seen before, and snorted:

“You’re an official in Longmen, you’ve made a fortune, and you’re living a good life. With Lao Wei and the Rat King protecting you, you didn’t need to come to me. But now you say you’ll satisfy me. You don’t respect me, you don’t treat me as a friend, and you’re not even willing to call me Godfather.”

As they were talking, Qi Yan dug a small pit in the brand-new grave. He inserted the shovel at an angle and forcefully pried open the stone cover of the grave, revealing the empty grave space below.

Meanwhile, Gray Tail Fragrance Master was already terrified by Qi Yan's joke and broke out in a cold sweat.

Before he could speak, Qi Yan threw the shovel at his feet: "I'm not kidding you, I suggest you stay away from what's coming next, it might make you lose your mind."

"Never mind, just consider yourself a friend seeing him off, so he won't leave too lonely."

Qi Yan tilted his head back and drank a vial of sanity potion, golden light emanating from his eyes.

In the distance, from the direction of the bustling city of Longmen, a dazzling firework shot into the sky, with a certain unlucky guy tied to it.

Accompanied by screams and the sound of fireworks rising higher and higher, the two eventually reached their peak simultaneously, exploding into a sky full of sparks.

"We need to speed things up, otherwise I'll still be lying in the pit when we get to Mosti Malay Cemetery."

Qi Yan chuckled softly, and a bloodline appeared on his wrist as he skillfully cleaved the man's body in two from top to bottom.

Blood splattered on the soil of the cemetery, Qi Yan's smiling face split in two, his two eyes staring at the Gray Tail Incense Master with a smile.

Two heavy, thuds echoed through the silent cemetery as two halves fell into the graves, one arm still draped over the edge, its position slightly off.

Greytail Incense Master's breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes behind his sunglasses were bloodshot, and he was covered in sweat.

"Dead...dead?" Graytail Fragrance Master's throat bobbed. "Why did he commit suicide?"

As the Rat King's private army, Gray Tail Master was not afraid of the dead. He had seen situations even more gruesome than Qi Yan's death, but he had never seen anyone use their own abilities to cleave themselves into such a miserable state.

After hesitating for a moment, Master Huiwei slowly moved to the front of the tomb, wanting to take a closer look at Qi Yan's condition.

Suddenly, the hand that had been resting outside the tomb rose up and gripped Graytail Incense Master's ankle tightly.

"Brother, give me a hand, or these two halves of my body will stick together again."

Chapter 137 Funeral

Graytail Incense Master shuddered and almost kicked Qi Yan's hand away.

At the last moment, with a will that shocked even himself, he forcefully stopped lifting his foot and bent down to grab the blood-soaked arm.

"Hey, no, no, you should help me hold down that half of my body in the pit, and I'll pull the other half out myself."

Inside the tomb, the flesh around Qi Yan's wound writhed, and countless buds of flesh sprouted at a visible speed, attempting to reconnect the wound.

Because of the pulling of the Gray Tail Incense Master, both halves of his body were almost dragged out of the tomb together.

Upon hearing Qi Yan's request, Master Huiwei almost knelt down on the spot.

Qi Yan turned to look at the Gray Tail Incense Master, his almost fully grown head tilting slightly, his eyes full of confusion:

"Didn't you say you would try your best to meet my requests? You even hesitated to help press down the corpse."

As he spoke, Qi Yan shook his head, shaking off some useless brain tissue along with the soil in the tomb.

Greytail Incense Master: "I..."

Finally, Graytail Incense Master took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped into the tomb. Ignoring the slippery feeling in his palm, he pressed down firmly on the half-writhing corpse.

On the other side, Qi Yan lay on the edge of the tomb, and with a strong push, finally managed to pull out the half of his body that he wanted.

Within two breaths, his body was completely restored.

Qi Yan stretched his limbs, bent down, and lifted up the Gray-Tailed Incense Master, who had his eyes closed and looked like he was about to die a martyr:

"Don't be nervous, it's just a corpse that heals its wounds automatically, it won't swallow you."

Also, move to the side and don't peek at me while I'm showering or changing clothes.

Qi Yan started chasing people away with a look of disgust.

This time, Graytail Incense Master didn't hesitate at all and ran even faster than the middle-aged man before.

The sound of rushing water echoed through the cemetery.

Qi Yan poured several buckets of purified water, bought with shopping vouchers from the Rat King photo booth, over his head to wash away the bloodstains on his body, and then picked up the prepared sportswear and put it on.

The cold weather quickly caused a thin layer of ice to form on the ground.

Qi Yan tossed his hair, completely ignoring the chill.

"Greytail, are you still there?"

They all shouted out in unison.

Greytail Incense Master's shivering figure reappeared in Qi Yan's sight.

"Mr. Qi Yan, what are your instructions?"

Greytail Incense Master's voice was noticeably dry, and his gaze kept drifting uncontrollably toward the tomb.

Inside, Qi Yan's corpse lay quietly, looking almost identical to a living person except for being covered in blood.

"Don't worry about it," Qi Yan explained with a smile. "Based on my experience, he's just a pile of useless flesh right now. Even if his bodily functions are fine, he won't have a chance to come back to life. Once his internal energy is exhausted, he'll slowly rot."

Now, please act as his pastor and pray for him; I want to see him off on his final journey.

"I... okay, okay."

Greytail Priest wanted to say that he was involved in the underworld and was not familiar with priestly affairs; that stuff was more popular in Lateran.

But faced with Qi Yan's request, he dared not utter a single word of refusal.

Previously, it was because of the Rat King's orders, but now it was completely because of the bizarre situation before them that they were so frightened that they lost the ability to think.

The murmured prayers, whether recited correctly or not, echoed through the cemetery.

Qi Yan didn't care about these details. With the background music of prayer in the background, he filled the grave with soil shovel by shovel, then lifted the stone cover over the grave and pressed it down tightly.

"Brother, have a good trip."

Qi Yan planted the shovel in the ground, placed one hand on Qi Yan's tombstone, looked at Qi Yan's brand-new grave, and smiled slightly: "Your sister, I will take care of her, so don't worry."

After finishing his prayer, the leader of the Greytail Incense Clan dared not speak again and silently looked at Qi Yan.

"Why are you looking at me?" Qi Yan turned his head. "To offer incense."

"I...I'll go buy it." Graytail Incense Master turned and left.

"So what's the point of going through the formalities?"

Qi Yan stepped forward, took the cigarettes from Grey Tail Incense Master's pocket, and casually lit one for himself.

The smell of tobacco filled his nose and mouth, causing Qi Yan to frown. He casually stuck the cigarette into the ground.

Following suit, the owner of the gray-tailed incense burner lit an incense stick in front of the tombstone.

The white smoke, like thin threads, rose gently and then dispersed into a jumble of smoke at a certain distance.

Neither Qi Yan nor the owner of the Grey Tail Incense Shop spoke, silently waiting for the cigarette to burn out.

A night breeze blew by, lifting the hem of their clothes.

Two more sets of footsteps passed by them not far away.

Greytail Incense Master subconsciously turned his head to look, then casually looked away.

It's just a strange blue Sarkazhan with a white ghost following behind him; nothing to be alarmed about...

The master of the gray tail suddenly turned his head again, with such force that his neck cracked.

Whether startled by the sight before him or from the pain in his neck, Master Huiwei gasped.

Qi Yan also heard the sound, turned his head to look, and then cheerfully raised his hand to greet them:

"Good evening, you two. Did you also crawl out of a tomb?"

Mostima: ?

She turned her head to look at the white ghost behind her, waved her hand, and explained:

"The friend behind me isn't a ghost, just an ordinary person. It's Requiem Night, and it's just some special holiday attire... But what do you mean by 'also'?"

"Just kidding, I know two people, Messenger Mostima and the young master of Fengchi Logistics, Bison."

Qi Yan smiled and revealed the identities of the two.

Mostima stopped in his tracks as he passed by.