Chapter 489
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Chapter 489: The Fish of the Fish
“Is he fainted?”
The Seventh Seat and the Third Seat looked at the Ninth Seat, who was being carried to bed by Shen Qingzhu, with some surprise in their eyes.
Shen Qingzhu nodded, “We were smoking in the yard at the time. He just stood up and then swayed before fainting.”
The Third Seat walked to the bedside, placed a hand on the unconscious Ninth Seat’s forehead, sensed for a moment, and nodded slightly.
“His mental energy is indeed severely depleted.”
“Tch, this idiot, has he gone mad working so hard?” The Seventh Seat put away the fan in his hand and rolled his eyes, “The Lord of Murmurs isn’t even here; who is he putting on such a show for?”
Shen Qingzhu raised his head, staring into the eyes of the woman in the qipao, a cold killing intent flashing in his gaze.
“Woman, mind your words. It’s because of people like you who are sneaky and cunning that our progress has been so slow…”
The Seventh Seat squinted at Shen Qingzhu, “Oh, you two seem to have a good relationship? Already starting to stand up for him? A newcomer?”
Shen Qingzhu’s gaze turned even colder.
“Alright, enough talk.” The Third Seat spoke softly, “Everyone go out and let the Ninth Seat rest for a while… By the way, the food in the manor is running low. Tenth Seat, you and the Seventh Seat go out and buy some back. This time, you don’t need to buy too much, just enough for a few days. Hurry up and come back.”
The Seventh Seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu, snorted coldly, and stepped outside.
A barely noticeable glint of determination flashed in Shen Qingzhu’s eyes.
“Understood… Third Seat.”
…
Laboratory.
Soft golden sunlight streamed through the window, casting a faint halo on the silver-white experiment table. A young man in a lab coat stood at the edge of the table, carefully using tools to cut open the body.
Jiang Er, dressed in a white long dress, sat in the corner, watching An Qingyu’s movements with a look of confusion in her eyes.
She gently floated down from the bookshelf, landing in front of An Qingyu, blinking her eyes.
An Qingyu snapped back to reality, looking into Jiang Er’s eyes, first stunned, then as if recalling something, he smiled and said:
“I forgot you can’t speak, wait a moment…”
He turned and walked out of the room.
When he returned, he held a small, deep blue MP3 player in his hand.
In this era, MP3s could already be considered antiques. An Qingyu rummaged through all the clutter in the attic before finding this rare item.
He turned on the MP3, adjusted the volume, and placed it on the edge of the experiment table.
“This thing has much better sound quality than an old television; it should be closer to your own voice,” An Qingyu said with a smile.
Jiang Er stared at the MP3, gently raising her palm.
Zzzz…
A faint electric current sound came from the MP3.
“Welcome to listen, this is… zzzz… Welcome to the afternoon story session. Last time we talked about how the Ninth Emperor of Earth shattered the divine realm, and then… zzzz… follow me, left hand, right hand, a slow motion… zzzz…
You… zzzz, what are you doing?”
The disturbance in the magnetic field caused the MP3 signal to be continuously interrupted. After a moment of adjustment, Jiang Er finally connected it to her channel.
Unlike the voice that came from the old television before, her voice now sounded much more real, a unique tone of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, fresh and full of youthful vitality.
An Qingyu held the scalpel in his hand and smiled, “I’m helping you restore your body.”
“Restore my body?” Jiang Er looked at the intact corpse, “Haven’t you already pieced it together for me?”
An Qingyu shook his head, “That was just for convenience in transport. Simply piecing the limbs together isn’t enough. Your body has been exposed to the air for so long that it has decayed extensively. I need to help you restore it to its original state… to how you looked when you were alive.
I will erase all your wounds, restructure your muscles, bring your cells back to life, and let your skin regain its luster…
Although I can’t bring you back to life,
I will make your body as beautiful as it once was.”
Jiang Er was stunned.
“Is… is that really possible?”
“It is possible.” An Qingyu adjusted his glasses, “In this world, perhaps only I can do it.”
Jiang Er looked into An Qingyu’s eyes, biting her lip, “Why do you want to help me?”
“To preserve the physiological functions of your brain, I will soon use ice to completely seal your body. Not just your brain, but your entire body and appearance will be frozen in that state…
I believe your beauty should be preserved at its most beautiful moment.”
An Qingyu smiled slightly, “Moreover, bringing a dead body back to life is a very challenging task. I’ve always wanted to try.”
His smile was pure and gentle, like sunlight streaming in through the window, with no trace of distraction in his clear eyes.
Even though he was holding a knife and standing next to a corpse, it didn’t feel gloomy or dark at all; instead, it gave a refreshing feeling.
Jiang Er looked at his smile, feeling a bit dazed.
“Thank you…”
After a long while, her voice slowly came from the MP3.
“No need to thank me.”
An Qingyu lowered his head, continuing his restoration work. In his hands, the body covered in corpse spots and blood scabs was gradually returning to its original form…
Jiang Er quietly sat aside, watching her body come back to life under the young man’s hands. It was a very strange feeling.
“Will… will I really live forever?” Jiang Er asked softly.
“Do you want to live forever?”
“…I don’t want to.” Jiang Er fell silent for a moment, “I can only move within a kilometer of my body, like a bird trapped in a cage, like a fish confined in a tank… If I lose my freedom, even if I can exist for a long time, I would just be an eternal prisoner.
I don’t want to be a prisoner…”
An Qingyu nodded, “I can understand your feelings. Actually, saying it’s eternal life isn’t precise…”
He looked up, meeting Jiang Er’s gaze, “It should be said that as long as I am alive, you will not die.”
Jiang Er stared at the young man’s face, frozen in place.
“My ice will seal your body. As long as the ice remains, your [spiritual field] can continue to operate, and you can continue to exist…
If one day I die, the ice will melt,
And three days later, you will completely dissipate.”
A gentle breeze blew in through the window, lifting a corner of the pure white curtain and brushing past Jiang Er’s ethereal body.
She stared at An Qingyu for a long time, a helpless and bitter smile appearing on her cold face.
“So, my fate is already tied to yours?”
“Yes.”
“But I still don’t know your name.” Jiang Er tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, extending her fair hand, and softly said,
“My name is Jiang Er, Jiang from Jiang Hai, Er from Er Hai.”
“My name is An Qingyu,” he said with a smile, “Yu as in fish.”
His palm passed through the soft golden sunlight, gently clasping the ethereal hand.
