Chapter 757

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Chapter 757: Reagents in Hand

An Qingyu stood to the side, waving her hand to stir the surrounding purple mist, sending the enveloped plague upwards into the sky.

Although the plague had fallen into a coma, the viruses contained within the miasma still existed. If the plague were allowed to spread unchecked, not only would Lin Qiye and the others be affected, but nearly one-third of the city’s population would fall seriously ill.

The best solution was to wrap that mass of gas and elevate it to a high altitude, then use an explosion to completely eradicate the viruses within.

Meanwhile, sitting beside the comatose plague, Uncle Jingjie tightly gripped his golden long knife, his eyes closed, beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, his face extremely pale.

He was activating the “Illusory Eye,” creating an illusion for the comatose plague.

Before him, the plague lying on the ground showed slight changes in expression—sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, sometimes confused, sometimes joyful…

The plague was gradually succumbing to the illusion.

“An Qingyu, is there anything else you need me to do?” Jialan asked, holding a golden spear, puzzled.

An Qingyu glanced at the two people in the distance for a moment and shook her head. “No need. Their grievances should be handled by themselves.”

Jialan nodded and looked up at the thunder beast roaring at the ground amidst the thunderclouds, lost in thought.

Time passed second by second.

Uncle Jingjie, sitting on the ground, began to tremble uncontrollably, as if every muscle in his body was straining. His eyes had opened, now shimmering with a mesmerizing golden hue, fixed intently on the plague before him.

At this moment, he was not merely creating an illusion for the plague; the body of the Oracle was modified, a combination of flesh and machinery. Although the plague was in a coma, the backend system in his left eye was still operational, constantly monitoring the plague’s physical condition.

To make the plague completely fall into the illusion, he had to simultaneously hypnotize the plague’s will and the electronic machinery in his left eye.

Uncle Jingjie was nearing his limit.

Just as he was about to collapse, the comatose plague slowly sat up from the ground.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something delightful. His hands slowly rose, rubbing together in the void.

Points of deep blue light emerged from his palms, gathering towards the center of his hands. Countless pathogens were deconstructed and reassembled, gradually solidifying into a small mass of deep blue liquid, suspended in the air.

Seeing this, An Qingyu’s eyes lit up. She took out a test tube from her pocket and stepped forward to collect the liquid.

The deep blue liquid swayed against the transparent wall of the test tube. A hint of gray flashed in An Qingyu’s eyes as she began to analyze the data of this liquid. After a moment, she nodded at Uncle Jingjie beside her.

“This is it; it’s sufficient.”

Uncle Jingjie, exhausted and drained, had bloodshot eyes. Upon hearing An Qingyu’s words, a glimmer of joy flashed in his gaze.

But soon, that joy vanished.

The golden hue in his eyes did not fade. He slowly turned his head to look at the plague sitting on the ground, smiling as if in paradise, and his expression gradually turned cold.

Now, the plague had lost its value.

Uncle Jingjie activated the “Illusory Eye,” slowly guiding the plague, immersed in joy, into another illusion…

A cruel, terrifying illusion capable of tearing apart and incinerating the dignity of the Oracle.

The smile on the plague’s face froze.

Then, a look of terror appeared on his face, as if he were enduring some extreme pain.

Uncle Jingjie used the “Illusory Eye” to support his body, unsteadily standing up from the ground, his golden eyes coldly gazing down at the plague, lost in a painful illusion.

He raised his hand, slowly bringing the golden long knife towards the plague’s chest…

“Descend into hell…” Uncle Jingjie spoke coldly.

The moment the blade touched the plague’s body, the plague suddenly awoke from the nightmare, drenched in cold sweat, still dazed. A cold blade had already pierced into his heart!

Uncle Jingjie twisted the “Illusory Eye,” mercilessly stirring the plague’s heart!

The remnants of pain from the nightmare still lingered on the plague’s face. In the next moment, his life was ruthlessly extinguished, his eyes wide with terror, filled with unwillingness and resentment as he stared at Jingjie!

Slash—!

Uncle Jingjie withdrew the golden long knife, casually splattering the blood on the blade onto the ground. The golden hue in his eyes gradually faded.

He had killed the plague.

As the golden light completely faded, Uncle Jingjie swayed, nearly collapsing to the ground. He bent over, coughing violently, each cough bringing forth a large amount of blood.

“Jialan, throw him into the sky, as high as you can.” An Qingyu, not having time to check on Jingjie’s condition, immediately instructed Jialan.

Without hesitation, Jialan stepped forward, grabbed the plague by the collar, and forcefully hurled him towards the sky!

The plague’s body soared into the night sky under the terrifying kinetic energy. The light in his left eye flickered violently, and seconds later, a blinding fireball erupted, illuminating a vast expanse of the sky once more.

Under the surging fire above, Uncle Jingjie stood up from the pool of blood, sheathing the “Illusory Eye” and walking towards An Qingyu.

“It’s the γ serum, and there’s plenty of it.” An Qingyu handed him the test tube in her hand. “After your son drinks this, it will allow him to maintain his condition for a long time. Once I thoroughly research and resolve his genetic defects and develop the corresponding serum, this issue can be addressed.”

Uncle Jingjie took the serum, remaining silent for a moment, his eyes filled with complexity as he looked at An Qingyu.

“Why are you helping me so much?”

An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. “Helping you is also helping myself. After all… I am quite interested in the so-called God-making experiment.”

Before Uncle Jingjie could change his expression, An Qingyu continued, “But rest assured, I am not as deranged as the Oracle. I will only conduct experiments on myself; I will never touch your son, at most just need two vials of his blood.”

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jingjie finally relaxed.

“Moreover… I also have a father.” An Qingyu paused for a moment before speaking again. “Although I can’t save you, at least I have the ability to keep your son alive.

What I can do for a ‘father’ is only this much.”

Uncle Jingjie looked into An Qingyu’s eyes, and after a long while, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Uncle Jingjie took a deep breath, tightly gripping the test tube in his hand, and turned to walk towards a certain direction in the city.

“Come with me; I’ll take you… to meet my son.”