AGTCTCC Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Only endless entanglement can be fun…

Chapter 53: Chapter 53 Only endless entanglement can be fun…

A light blue halo enveloped Chu Qi’s entire being. Inside the mechanical Healing Pod, his already sharp features appeared even more ruthless, as if frozen for a millennium.

Yan Zhou Ping and Yu Han looked at Chu Qi’s body report, a headache brewing.

Yu Han sighed, slamming the report onto the table. “I’m a scientist! I’m an invincible mech designer! Am I here to treat illnesses?”

Although he said that, when he caught Xiang Li’s gaze, he guiltily picked up the report again, muttering under his breath, “I’m very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied!”

The blue holographic eyepiece Yan Zhou Ping wore automatically cycled through a series of numbers and lines. His brow hadn’t unfurrowed since he first saw Chu Qi.

He nudged someone who had been staring at Chu Qi from the beginning, finding him obstructive.

“Don’t block the view here. Staring at him won’t wake him up.”

Yan Zhou Ping: “Instead of that, you might as well go find trouble with Qi Xiao and the others.”

Xiang Li’s eyes darkened.

“I can’t figure out Fan Yuan Ying. What is his role here?”

Xiang Li: “Old Yan, do you know about Experiment Body Number 053?”

Yan Zhou Ping stared at every fluctuation in Chu Qi’s data, pondering for two seconds upon hearing this.

“Number 053? Don’t know. You weren’t the earliest to come to the lab among us.”

Xiang Li lowered his head and turned to leave.

Yan Zhou Ping: “Where are you going?”

Yu Han fiddled with the instruments in his hands. Although he didn’t say anything, he secretly glanced in Xiang Li’s direction.

Xiang Li: “To find trouble with Qi Xiao.”

Yan Zhou Ping: “I was just saying it casually. Do you even know where they are?”

His words faded as Xiang Li’s back disappeared from sight.

Naturally, Xiang Li couldn’t find Qi Xiao and the others, but that didn’t stop him from running rampant on the Main Star.

The Polluted Entities were clearly terrified of Xiang Li. Wherever Xiang Li appeared, you couldn’t find a single living Polluted Entity within a kilometer radius. But after a day or two, the corpses of Polluted Entities piled up outside the barrier gradually surpassed the top of the barrier.

A few meters behind Xiang Li, behind a pile of Polluted Entity corpses, Xian Peng Peng and Bai Yan hid, watching Xiang Li’s every move.

Xian Peng Peng: “Not bad. At this rate, he’ll wipe out the Polluted Entities in a year or two.”

After speaking, Xian Peng Peng stroked his chin, pretending to be profound.

“Now the speed at which the Polluted Entities are being polluted can’t keep up with the speed at which Xiang Li is killing them, hahaha.”

Bai Yan glanced at him askance, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

“You just had your hand on that pile of corpses, right?”

Xian Peng Peng looked down at the barely noticeable slime on his palm, then looked up at the dark Bai Yan in front of him.

Xian Peng Peng: “?”

Xian Peng Peng: “Were you infected by Hill?”

Bai Yan ignored his nonsense and leaned forward to look for Xiang Li.

“?”

Bai Yan: “Where’s Xiang Li?”

As soon as Xian Peng Peng heard this, he immediately reacted and shirked his responsibility: “It’s not… ah, did you lose him?”

Bai Yan ran out and looked around, not finding anyone. He clicked his tongue.

At this time, Xiang Li looked at the building that suddenly appeared in front of him, narrowed his eyes, gripped the black Spiritual Power staff in his hand, and lowered his eyebrows.

Ning Li An stood at the door, his emotionless eyes staring at Xiang Li. He stood at a high place, but at this moment he felt that Xiang Li’s aura was even higher.

Ning Li An took a step back and reached out. The door behind him was opened, revealing the misty interior.

Ning Li An made a “please” gesture, his eyes staring at Xiang Li, who stepped onto the steps without hesitation. The sound of footsteps falling on the marble slabs.

When passing Ning Li An, he didn’t even turn his head. The staff in his hand fell from a high place.

Ning Li An was split in two, and then the whole person scattered like smoke.

Xiang Li’s footsteps didn’t stop, as if he had expected this result.

Under the gloomy white light, countless glass jars were placed on the ground, embedded in the walls, and hung upside down from the ceiling.

The glass jars contained countless corpse limbs, wrapped in yellowish liquid.

They seemed to be alive, and facing Xiang Li, this “invader,” they held great curiosity, uniformly lying on the glass close to Xiang Li to observe him.

They had no eyes, and no one knew what they were using to observe.

Xiang Li ignored them, stepping on the jars and walking forward. At the end, there was a room door.

There was an information scanner on the door frame.

Xiang Li raised his hand, and one end of the staff was thrust into the instrument, which emitted “buzzing” orange sparks.

The door in front of him opened from the middle to both sides. Before entering, Xiang Li used force, and the glass jars under his feet shattered in response.

The moment the corpse limbs inside came into contact with the air, they began to swell, and white slime flowed down from the ruptured skin.

At this time, Xiang Li had already stepped into the door with both feet, and the door behind him slowly closed again. Through the gap that had not yet closed, he could see clearly.

The limb swelled and burst through the other glass jars, ten in a row, a series of defeats. In the last second before the door closed, it exploded with a “bang.”

Very little of the liquid was splashed in front of Xiang Li, disgusting and sticky, as if it had life. The slime grew eyes and mouths and wriggled slowly.

Xiang Li lowered his eyes, looked at the puddle of liquid, and tapped the ground lightly with his staff. A black Spiritual Power burned along the ground onto the liquid.

The pus let out a burst of “ooh-yah” struggling sounds.

In the blink of an eye, the puddle of pus was burned clean. Xiang Li looked up and truly began to examine the structure of the room.

The room continued the pure white of the outside. The center was a cold, pale white round table.

— Four chairs.

Xiang Li narrowed his eyes, lifting his eyelids slightly, looking around. When the staff hit the ground, it revealed the complex and intertwined interior wiring.

“Hmph.”

Xiang Li sat down in one of the chairs extremely naturally.

The moment he sat down, figures began to vaguely appear on the other three chairs.

Qi Xiao and Ning Li An sat on either side of him.

Xiang Li stared at the chair in front of him. The moment the figure fully manifested and he saw that unfamiliar face, Xiang Li slammed his palm on the table and rushed over like a “whoosh.”

As expected, it was the same situation as with Ning Li An before.

Xiang Li, with his back to them, clapped his hands, and in the instant he turned around, he stretched out his leg to step on the chair with the unfamiliar face.

“Get down. I want to sit in this seat.”

Xiang Li added, “Change one. I won’t sit where you’ve sat.”

The person didn’t seem to have the slightest unwillingness. The holographic virtual figure stood up and naturally walked to the chair Xiang Li had just been sitting in.

Xiang Li threw a ball of Spiritual Power over, and the chair he had just sat in exploded.

The unfamiliar face didn’t reveal the slightest emotion, just waved his hand, and then a circle appeared under the chair, automatically replacing the chair.

Xiang Li sat down on the newly replaced chair, leaning back against the chair. The unfamiliar face sat down and introduced himself.

“Hello, Number 054. I’m Wu Xing.”

Xiang Li chuckled: “What number are you?”

Wu Xing only said, “You can guess.” At this time, Xiang Li noticed the dragonfly gently flapping its wings on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

The dragonfly seemed to sense the gaze on it, flapping its wings even more violently, moving from Wu Xing’s shoulder to his hand.

Wu Xing tapped the dragonfly’s head with his fingertip and looked at Xiang Li again.

Wu Xing: “I can heal Upper Colonel Chu.”

He observed Xiang Li’s subtle expressions. Ning Li An and Qi Xiao, who were sitting on both sides of Xiang Li, suddenly rose into the air, their heads lowered, like soulless puppets.

Wu Xing: “I can also give you the traitors of C079.”

Xiang Li: “What do you want?”

The questioned Wu Xing clapped his hands. The two people in mid-air returned to their seats.

“I want control of the Main Star.”

Wu Xing: “Wu Zhen, don’t you think we are in the same group?”

His words seemed to carry the charm of a certain drug, extremely attractive, each word and sentence was clearly bitten, methodical, and extremely annoying, but it made people unable to stop listening.

“Chu Qi’s situation is very Tough, right? Polluted Entities or something, are the most violent.”

Wu Xing: “The future should be ours, we, me — and — you.”

Xiang Li lifted his eyelids and lazily glanced at him.

“?”

Wu Xing thought for two seconds: “If possible, I don’t mind having one more of your little boyfriend.”

Xiang Li glanced at him and snorted.

“Why do you think I can give up Old Yan, Bai Yan, Xue Hu Su, Ning Le for a Chu Qi —”

When he said Ning Le, he clearly looked in Qi Xiao’s direction.

Qi Xiao didn’t raise her head, only her trembling body could be seen.

Xiang Li continued: “And many, many more.”

Wu Xing didn’t care at all. “It’s okay, I don’t care if it’s one more or several more.”

“Everyone won’t die. Only endless entanglement can be fun.”

Wu Xing: “I’ll give you time to consider. I hope you can still think rationally. After all, I’ve thought about it and I think this is the best ending for us.”

Xiang Li lightly tapped the cold white table with his index finger, looking like he was seriously thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, Xiang Li’s voice rang in the pure white room.

“Okay.”

…

Yan Zhou Ping’s house.

Hill sat on the sofa quietly drinking tea. Bai Yan, next to him, was half-dead, slumped on the back of the sofa chair. Xian Peng Peng didn’t know how to place his hands and feet.

Different from the quiet atmosphere of their group, the instruments in front of Yan Zhou Ping were about to emit smoke.

The moment Xiang Li opened the door, all eyes in the room (except for Chu Qi, who was still in a coma in the Healing Pod) looked over.

Bai Yan dragged out his voice: “You’re ~ back ~.”

Xiang Li nodded, walked in, and didn’t close the door. Another person walked in behind him.

Bai Yan’s head was upside down. When he saw the person, he sat up straight with a “swoosh” and turned to look.

After seeing the person clearly, he frowned: “Who is this?”

Bai Yan’s words attracted everyone else’s attention again.

Xiang Li walked straight forward, clearly not intending to take the initiative to introduce.

Wu Xing: “Wu Xing.”

After a sentence, he walked to Yan Zhou Ping’s side.

“Which is the numerical manipulation panel in Chu Qi’s Healing Pod?”

Yan Zhou Ping glanced at Xiang Li. The latter didn’t stop him, and seemed to be fiddling with something. Yan Zhou Ping pointed his index finger.

Wu Xing stretched out his hand, and his palm covered the panel. A dark green, purplish Spiritual Power gradually spread along the lines of the panel to the Healing Pod.

The liquid around Chu Qi also changed color due to the infusion of this Spiritual Power.

Xiang Li: “How long?”

Wu Xing glanced at Xiang Li, who had changed his appearance: “Three minutes.”

Xiang Li silently counted down from one hundred and eighty in his mind. The little black snake, whose wrist had just recovered, stood up on its upper body and spat out a pink and white letter in an attacking posture.

If Chu Qi hadn’t improved after one hundred and eighty seconds, he wouldn’t mind tearing his face with that something Wu Xing.

One hundred and seventy-nine.

One hundred and seventy-eight.

…

Chu Qi had to soak in the Spiritual Power Nutrient Solution, so the gauze on his chest was removed. The originally bloody and fleshy chest was now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yan Zhou Ping looked at Wu Xing, and then at Xiang Li, who had been staring at Chu Qi. He didn’t understand when Xiang Li had met such a person.

…

Five, four, three, two, one.

At the moment when “one” fell, Xiang Li saw Chu Qi’s eyelashes move in the Healing Pod, and then slowly open his eyes.

Yu Han in the back also widened his eyes in shock, and so did the others. This… he woke up?

The person in the pod seemed to be not used to it, and blinked slowly twice before adapting to the current brightness.

Chu Qi felt the scene in front of him change from blurry to clear. The first thing he saw — was Xiang Li with Wu Zhen’s face.

Xiang Li reached out, gently pressed his palm against the glass in front of him, and looked up at Chu Qi, his eyes full of intense emotion.