Yang Zicang’s form rippled with a frenzied, swirling void behind him; his rage was palpable, yet he dared not make a move as he hissed:
“You intend… to hand it to someone else to use as the body’s substitute, then carve his flesh apart, don’t you?!”
The bandage-wrapped figure sought to birth a legion with no shadow to trace!
Thirty to forty people let out gasps of shock. In that moment, the horror of the bandaged doctor materialized before their eyes.
{Isn’t this a good method?}
The bandaged doctor looked up, grinning as he spoke:
{So, Yang Zicang. As long as you accept my surgery, you can possess two models. The only downside is that you’ll have to live with a new face from now on. So, you’d better find a handsome g… guy, or a lady, it’s fine too.}
The group backed away, their scalps tingling with fear.
Some found it terrifying and macabre, while others felt that the being before them was not even human—this lunatic was a heartless criminal devoid of humanity!
But, as the hall fell silent for a few seconds, certain individuals suddenly felt… that perhaps it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
“What am I thinking…”
They frantically tried to suppress the notion taking root in their minds.
Yet… some felt an oppressive tightness in their chest, a parched thirst in their mouths, an irresistible temptation they couldn’t deny.
Subconsciously, they turned their heads toward Yang Zicang, a glint of longing emerging in their eyes.
“You beast!”
Yang Zicang’s gaze brimmed with fury and madness.
{No one here has clean hands, so why put up a pretense?}
The blade slid again as the raised figure in bandages looked around.
{My patience is wearing thin. Whoever gives me the Ability Sphere will receive this promise. With my current surgical success rate, all of you present have a good chance to gain the second model’s ability.}
“Who dares!”
Morris and Boboli roared in outrage.
Young Master Wang and Captain Qin and the others also stared wide-eyed, looking around them.
But everyone present was someone who could stabilize an A-level anomaly zone; now, with such a tremendous temptation before them, who could still be deterred by mere hollow titles?
“Forgive me, everyone, but the world has already changed,” a person said as he stepped forward, trying to sound righteous. “Master Zicang, though this is quite embarrassing… but haven’t you said before that when we’re in trouble, you would do everything in your power to help us…”
“Lao Zhou! Get back here!” a member of his small team called out.
Lao Zhou glanced around; though some glared at him with fiery eyes, no one truly stepped in to stop him.
“Master Zicang, please grant us this wish! Rather than letting the invisibility ability fall into unknown hands, we might as well… sha… share…”
The tall, thin man’s chest trembled several times as he finally shouted it out: “…share it!”
“Lao Zhou, how dare you!”
“You, you scoundrel—do you truly mean what you’re saying!”
The crowd erupted like boiling water; some hurled curses, others glanced nervously about.
Yang Zicang stared blankly down at the people with whom he had just been drinking moments before.
“Yang Zicang, maybe we can find a way to counter the invisibility, just like your incense pills counter illusions, right?”
“You despicable beasts! Do you even hear what you’re saying right now!” a person in the crowd shouted.
“How noble, how exceptional you are! Then why doesn’t Yang Zicang save the Rose Queen? Xu Aiyuan is not only beautiful but also shelters countless girls—how could he not save someone like her? Is he reluctant to give up just an Invisibility Orb?”
“Do you want to save someone, or are you after the Invisibility Model?”
“I want both, what’s it to you!”
*Bang! Bang!* The two started brawling.
But no one paid them any attention; everyone else was busy guarding against the surrounding commotion falling on them, and calculating Yang Zicang’s floating height and angle.
“Stop it!” Yang Zicang raised the Ability Sphere tremblingly, gritting his teeth. “Bandage, I want to see you use this Model with my own eyes!”
As long as the “Time Shift” Ability Sphere is used, it could replace the other Time Sequence models inside Bandage.
At least one Invisibility ability could make a perverted Dissection ability disappear.
Xu Aiyuan looked up at the man standing on the edge of the floating giant carpet, ripples stirring in her eyes.
Bandage the surgeon admired,
{Heh heh, fine then, just toss your Ability Sphere down here.}
Morrie clenched his fists and looked up angrily, gritting his teeth; Bubuli cried out “Ah!”—they both knew this wasn’t the right move, but at that moment, no other choice remained.
“Wait…”
Just as Yang Zicang was about to drop the Ability Sphere, preparing to launch a surprise attack amidst the gap when Bandage used it to replace the models, Xu Aiyuan’s gentle voice suddenly rang out.
“You’ve made a mistake, Mr. Bandage.”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the kidnapped woman.
Xu Aiyuan revealed a relieved look in her eyes as she said,
“A true rose never lets itself be plucked.”
The red modal aura on Xu Aiyuan’s chest flickered. She moved her neck, and as her body rapidly aged, she abruptly rammed her neck into the blade that had already been stabbed into it.
“Pity that I can’t leave this world gracefully…”
Yang Zicang suddenly felt a tearing pain in his heart.
“No!”
Several people nearby rushed over in panic.
[Trajectory Dispatch!]
[Position suppression failed, dispatch ability unsuccessful.]
The moment her carotid artery hit the blade, all the roses in the great hall wilted at once.
Xu Aiyuan suddenly curled her blood-stained lips, her restrained right little finger trembling slightly. “Now’s the time… Don’t waste… the moment…” she said weakly, her body aged.
A single, broken vibrant rose burst forth from her collar, enveloping the human-shaped bandages beside her. Its stem’s thorns, like ever-growing brambles, pierced into the petals.
[Reverse-thorn Rose!]
{So you’re willing to go this far…}
“Ah!”
The air above the great hall exploded with a loud bang.
Several figures nearby no longer hesitated and charged forward furiously.
{What a fun little struggle.}
Gush! The scalpel was fully plunged into Xu Aiyuan’s throat. Her gaze was shocked as she looked at the bandages that enshrouded her body. The bandages, with what seemed like a smiling gaze, watched her gradually lose consciousness.
Truly a pervert…
She felt the cold scalpel become ethereal within her blood vessels…
The ethereal voice gradually faded away… Her consciousness grew dizzy…
Did Yang Zicang… succeed… or not…
Xu Aiyuan’s last thought was seeing a flash of golden-red light instantly pierce through the humanoid bandages beside her.
……
Boom! The long spear pierced through the bandaged doctor, crashed into the rocky ground behind, and blasted countless fragments into the air.
Yang Zicang rushed over like a madman and managed to catch Xu Aiyuan’s collapsing body. Falling beside them were also lengths of surgical gauze.
There was indeed no trace of the bandaged doctor inside them.
Yang Zicang was trembling, the very fingers holding Xu Aiyuan quivering, his eyes rimmed slightly red.
{Do you like her?}
The bandage’s voice sounded abruptly once again.
Yang Zicang jerked his head up to look around, yet could not spot this person.
“He’s still not dead!”
“Where is that beast hiding!”
“Aren’t you the real beast, you son of a bitch? Who were you about to swing that weapon at just a moment ago?”
“Anyway, I’ve already fallen out with you. Bandaged doctor, where are you? I am willing to help you obtain the invisibility model!”
Barely had this man finished speaking, when a booming sound was heard, he was split into several pieces by a single palm strike.
The master chef of Zhenxiu Workshop walked out from the blood mist with a stern face, his sturdy build exuding an oppressive presence.
“If anyone dares to say that again, I’ll make sure they die without a place to be buried!”
The two nearby men glared with fury, their eyes nearly splitting, ready to attack, but Morrie and Boboli immediately stepped forward. The White Shadow Nian Dragon suddenly turned its body, lifting its terrifying, tiger-like gigantic head, and stared deadly at the few who moved to act.
Yang Zicang’s voice was as hoarse as an Asura’s: “I’d like to see who dares.”
Just when those within the crowd who had shown dissent were intimidated by Yang Zicang’s threat and dared not act rashly…
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Several scalpels wrapped in red light shot toward the surrounding crowd. Even though Yang Zicang used his allocation ability to try to alter their trajectories, it was as difficult to succeed as before.
“It’s still rank suppression!”
Wasn’t his own allocation rank already elevated to the thousand-rank? Could it be that the effect of the “Silent Ground” could even influence ranks?!
Thud! Thud! Several figures were instantly struck by the scalpels and fell to the ground in pain.
These instruments quickly writhed under their skin, and within seconds, these people looked up in terror.
“Zi, Zicang esteemed… our bodies… seem, a bit, out of control.”
“Ah!” One person stared at his own hand in fright.
He watched helplessly as his hand, beyond his control, clawed at his own left eye.
Pow!
Eyeballs were gouged out, with bursting blood flowing down through the eye sockets and between the fingers, a horrifying sight to behold.
“What do we do? Zicang’s psychic nightmares can’t drive them all away.”
Without the protection of the psychic roses, everyone’s danger instantly skyrocketed.
The thirty or forty people’s paces kept contracting, forcing the circling White Shadow Nian Dragon to also run laps around them like a revolving lantern, relying on a massive expenditure of sequential time to fend off the approaching psychic bandages.
“Does that lunatic have that much temporal sequence too!”
Boboli watched as Morrie kept swapping various bills and coins in his hands. A large pile of fluorescent banknotes was rapidly depleting, nearly down to nothing.
“What do we do!”
The chance that the Rose Queen sacrificed her life to find failed to kill the Bandage Doctor’s true body; everyone felt a sense of despair.
At that moment, a figure, thin, ugly, like an undernourished beggar, stepped out from the crowd.
“Let me handle the defense.”
Thirty or forty pairs of eyes fell on this man, a previously marginalized menial worker in the palace hall, his face pale with sorrow.
“I… am also a psychic. Let me be the one to protect Lady Aiyuan instead.”
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