"He fainted from exhaustion?"
The seventh seat and the third seat looked at the ninth seat being carried to bed by Shen Qingzhu, with some surprise in their eyes.
Shen Qingzhu nodded, "We were smoking in the yard. As soon as he stood up, he staggered and fainted."
The third chair walked to the bedside, put his hand on the forehead of the unconscious ninth chair, felt for a moment, and nodded slightly.
"His mental strength is indeed severely overdrawn."
"Tch, this idiot, is he crazy? He is so desperate?" The seventh seat put away the fan in his hand and rolled his eyes, "Master Yayu is not here, so who can show him such desperate posture?"
Shen Qingzhu raised his head and stared into the eyes of the cheongsam woman in front of him, with a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Woman, please be more respectful with your mouth. It's because of sneaky people like you that our progress is so slow..."
The seventh seater narrowed his eyes at Shen Qingzhu, "Hey, you two have such a good relationship? Are you starting to stand up for him? Newcomer?"
Shen Qingzhu's eyes became colder.
"Okay, stop talking." The third seat said quietly, "Everyone go out and let the ninth seat rest for a while... By the way, the food in the manor is almost finished. The tenth seat, you and the seventh seat go out to buy some. Come back, you don’t need to buy too much this time, just a few days’ worth, go and come back quickly.”
The seventh seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu, snorted coldly, and walked out of the room.
An undetectable flash of light flashed in Shen Qingzhu's eyes.
"Okay... Sir Third Seat."
…
laboratory.
The pale golden sunlight shines through the window and casts a faint halo on the silver-white test stand. A young man wearing a coat stands beside the stage, carefully cutting open the skin of the body with a tool.
Jiang Er, who was wearing a white dress, was sitting in the corner, looking at An Qingyu's movements with doubts in his eyes.
She gently floated down from the bookshelf, landed in front of An Qingyu, and blinked.
An Qingyu came back from work and looked into Jiang Er's eyes. He was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and smiled and said:
"I forgot you can't speak, wait a minute..."
He turned and walked out of the room.
When he came back, he had a small dark blue MP3 player in his hand.
In this era, MP3 can already be regarded as an antique. An Qingyu rummaged through all the debris in the attic before finding this rare thing.
He turned on the MP3 player, adjusted the volume, and placed it next to the test bench.
"The sound quality of this thing is much better than that of old TVs. It should be closer to your own voice." An Qingyu said with a smile.
Jiang Er stared at the MP3 and gently raised his palm.
Sizzle...
A faint sound of electricity came from the MP3.
"Welcome to FM101.1, this is... zizi... Welcome to the lunch story session. The last book said that the ninth emperor of the earth, Ji Qianming, crushed the world of gods, and then... zizizi... Follow my left and right hands in slow motion... zizi Zhi…
You... Zizi, what are you doing? "
The disturbance of the magnetic field caused the MP3 signal to continue to be interfered. After debugging for a while, Jiang Er finally connected it to his own channel.
Different from the voice that came out on the old TV before, her voice now is more real. It is the unique voice of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, green and full of youthful atmosphere.
An Qingyu held the scalpel in his hand and smiled, "I'm helping you repair your body."
"Repair the body?" Jiang Er looked at the complete corpse, "Didn't you already help me put it together?"
An Qingyu shook his head, "That's just to facilitate transportation. Just putting the limbs together is not enough. Your body has been exposed to the air for so long and has rotted extensively. I want to help you restore your body to its original state... Restoration become what you were when you were alive.
I want to erase all the wounds on your body, restructure your muscles, resurrect your cells, and make your skin glow again...
Although I can't revive you,
But I will make your body as beautiful as before. "
Jiang Er was stunned.
"Is this... really possible?"
"I can do it." An Qingyu pushed up his glasses, "Perhaps I am the only one in the world who can do it."
Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu's eyes and bit his lip, "Why do you want to help me?"
"In order to preserve the physiological functions of your brain, I will completely seal your body with ice soon. Not only your brain, but your entire body and appearance will be frozen in ice...
I think your appearance should be fixed at its most beautiful moment. "
An Qingyu smiled slightly, "Besides, bringing a dead body back to life is a very challenging thing. I have always wanted to try it."
His smile was very simple and quiet, like the sunshine falling from the window, and there was no trace of distracting thoughts in his clear eyes.
Even though he was holding a knife and standing next to the corpse, it didn't make people feel gloomy or dark at all, but instead gave him a feeling of spring breeze.
Jiang Er looked at his smile and felt a little dazed.
"Thank you… "
After a long time, her voice slowly came out from the MP3.
"You're welcome."
An Qingyu lowered his head and continued his repair work. In his hands, the body covered with corpse spots and blood scabs was returning to its original appearance little by little...
Jiang Er sat silently, watching his body come to life in the young man's hands. It was a wonderful feeling.
"Am I... really going to live forever?" Jiang Er asked softly.
"Do you want to live forever?"
"...I don't want to." Jiang Er was silent for a moment, "I can only move within one kilometer around my body, like a bird trapped in a cage, like a fish in a tank... If I lose my freedom, even if I can No matter how long it exists, it is just a prisoner of eternal life.
I don’t want to be a prisoner…”
An Qingyu nodded, "I can understand how you feel. In fact, it is not rigorous to say that it is eternal life..."
He raised his head and looked into Jiang Er's eyes, "It should be said that as long as I live, you will not die."
Jiang Er looked at the young man's face and froze on the spot.
"My ice will seal your body. As long as the ice is still there, your [Psychic Field] can continue to operate, and you can continue to exist...
If one day I die, the ice and snow will melt,
After three days, you will completely dissipate. "
The breeze blew slowly from the window, lifting a corner of the white curtains and blowing across Jiang Er's empty body.
She stared at An Qingyu for a long time, a helpless and bitter smile appeared on her cold face.
"So, my fate is already tied to you?"
"Um."
"But, I don't know your name yet." Jiang Er lifted the black hair from his ears, stretched out his white palms, and spoke softly,
"My name is Jiang Er, Jiang from Jianghai, Er from Erhai."
"My name is An Qingyu." He said with a smile, "Yu'er's fish."
His palm passed through the pale golden sunlight and gently held it together with the empty hand.