Chapter 133
He had done his best to hold off the general-level demon dragon for so long. Once he dealt with things here, he would go to the funeral home to see him one last time.
…
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Chen Huai'an shivered all over and slowly regained consciousness.
A gloomy sky, shattered streets, scattered pieces of flesh, a throng of onlookers, dazzling police lights, and a swarm of police cars. In the distance, tank missile vehicles flickered in and out of view.
Chen Huai'an was bewildered.
What was going on here?
Wasn’t he receiving treatment underground?
Was he sure this wasn’t a Godzilla movie set?
And what about the armed men around him, all looking so vigilant?
He wasn’t Godzilla!
“Chen Huai'an, do you understand what I’m saying?”
A middle-aged man with a bare torso and fiery fists waved at Chen Huai'an.
Chen Huai'an pointed at himself, “Wait, what? What’s the script here? What are my lines? Am I supposed to understand this?”
The fiery fist frowned, speechless for a moment.
This kid had no idea what he had just done?
“Just tell me if you are Chen Huai'an.”
“Yeah, that’s me, no doubt about it.”
“Give me one piece of evidence to prove your identity.”
Chen Huai'an thought for a moment and blurted out, “I’m wearing blue boxer shorts today, with a banana print on them.”
Fiery Fist: “??? ”
The demon-slaying team: “…”
Fiery Fist picked up the walkie-talkie, his expression serious: “Captain Zhao, I think Chen Huai'an’s mental state might be unstable. I recommend implementing a forced containment plan!”
Zhao Ying: “Hand the walkie-talkie to Chen Huai'an. I’ll talk to him.”
Fiery Fist cautiously moved closer and carefully tossed the walkie-talkie to Chen Huai'an, his demeanor as if he were facing a demon king.
Chen Huai'an took the walkie-talkie.
A cold female voice came through.
“Chen Huai'an, I’m Zhao Ying, an officer from the Demon-Slaying Division in Province C. Lao Luo, the one with the beard, and Xiang Xiaoyuan are my subordinates.”
Chen Huai'an: “Nice to meet you.”
“...Okay, now I need to tell you some things. Brace yourself!”
Zhao Ying began recounting the events, starting from the out-of-control demonization of the cancer cells, to Xiang Xiaoyuan being knocked away, the cancer cells transforming into a demon dragon, Lao Luo dying in battle, the demon dragon continuing to wreak havoc on the streets in search of blood, the arrival of reinforcements from the Demon-Slaying Division, and the ethereal figure of a female sword immortal who would slay the demon dragon… every detail was laid bare.
At first, Chen Huai'an remained calm.
But as she spoke, his face grew paler and more ghastly.
Looking at the ruined streets around him and the fearful gazes of the demon slayers and guards, Chen Huai'an found it hard to believe.
“Did I… do all of this?”
“Exactly.”
“I… I hurt Xiang Xiaoyuan, and I killed Uncle Beard?”
“Not quite. It was the uncontrolled demonized cancer cells inside you that harmed them. You can’t take the blame for this.”
Zhao Ying watched as Chen Huai'an squatted on the ground, at a loss, and felt a slight sense of relief.
His every expression and action reflected that of a young college student struggling to accept such a sudden and shocking reality, assuming one overlooked the blue banana-print boxer shorts.
It was time to announce the containment plan.
“Due to the risk of a resurgence of the cancerous demon dragon within you, you will be regarded as an unstable factor and temporarily contained by my Demon-Slaying Division. We will conduct a comprehensive physical examination and reassessment, and the containment will last until the threat you pose is eliminated.”
Zhao Ying took a deep breath, her gaze fixed intently on the young man at the center of her vision.
With their current strength, they were not qualified to contain Chen Huai'an; at least two general-level demon slayers would be needed for a successful containment.
But right now, Chen Huai'an was in a special situation where he had self-control.
So they could attempt containment.
She waited for Chen Huai'an’s response.
“Am I going to be locked up in a prison?”
Chen Huai'an stared at the ground, his pale face reflected in the pool of blood, his voice trembling slightly.
“Not a prison, but a relatively free space. To help you adjust, you can take anything from your rental apartment that you can carry. If necessary, we can also customize a similar living environment for you.”
“No need, I just want to take my cat, a pot of grass, and a fish.”
Chen Huai'an forced a smile.
Demonized cancer cells—he never imagined such a ridiculous turn of events in his life.
No wonder he had seen so many strange things in his subconscious.
And the sword-wielding girl Zhao Ying mentioned…
Li Qingran must have really come to help.
No wonder he could touch Li Qingran; they were both in a spiritual state, so feeling the softness of her little hand was perfectly normal, right? That meant Li Qingran was a real person. His companion spirit, that electronic girlfriend game, was connected to a world of cultivation called Cangyun Realm.
He should be happy about this.
But at this moment, he couldn’t smile at all.
Injuring Xiang Xiaoyuan, who had treated him, was already too much.
What he couldn’t accept was that Uncle Beard had died because of him…
He didn’t want to be the savior of the world; he had little affection for this world.
But that didn’t mean he wanted to become a butcher with blood on his hands.
Moreover, Uncle Beard was someone who had genuinely cared for him.
…
Hearing Chen Huai'an agree to be contained.
Zhao Ying’s furrowed brows finally relaxed, and the heavy stone in her heart felt like it had dropped.
Containing a general-level was feasible.
The challenge was how to ensure the general would comply with the containment.
Suddenly, her phone rang. Zhao Ying took it out and was surprised to see it was a call from the funeral home.
With a puzzled expression, she answered the call.
A voice filled with suppressed terror came through:
“Captain Zhao, you need to send someone over right away…
Lao Luo… he’s… he’s come back to life! He really has!”
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Chapter 142: Chen Huai'an, You Are Important! (User 28701564 +1)
“So… you mean… this is Lao Luo?”
Despite confirming it multiple times, Zhao Ying still found it hard to believe as she looked at the bloody, mushy mass in the glass tank.
“Captain Zhao, I wouldn’t lie to anyone but you!”
A pale-faced subordinate, still shaken, patted his chest to assure her: “When Director Luo was brought in, he was just a flattened meat patty. According to protocol, we were supposed to dissect him first and then cremate him. But as soon as the knife went in, the meat patty let out a horrifying scream that scared the forensic girl so much she nearly wet herself.”
Zhao Ying sniffed.
No wonder there was a strange smell in the air.
Someone really did get scared to the point of losing control…
But it was understandable; that pile of rotten flesh was already a test of psychological endurance. The forensic girl wasn’t part of the Demon-Slaying Division, and she was just a delicate girl. It was no surprise she would be terrified to see the rotten flesh scream unexpectedly…
But now, Lao Luo was clearly not in a meat patty state.
The mushy mass had already begun to form structures resembling hands and knees.
“We’ve discovered that Director Luo seems to be reorganizing,” the subordinate explained quickly, noticing Zhao Ying’s confusion.
“Exactly!” A toothless mouth opened in the meat mush, speaking in a vague voice, “I’m reorganizing, so stop stabbing me with the knife, damn it! Doesn’t it hurt?”
“Holy crap! A ghost!!”
Bang—!
Eyes opened in the mushy mass.
Uncle Beard looked at the demon slayer who had fainted after crashing into the glass door and rolled his eyes.
“Captain Zhao, your subordinates really need to toughen up; they need more training.”
Zhao Ying’s lips twitched, a smile creeping into her eyes: “If it were me back when I first started, I would have pulled out my gun and emptied the magazine.”
“You’re really violent.”
“Thanks for the compliment, and… welcome back, Lao Luo.”
…
“Do you remember what my ability is?”
“I remember, cell assimilation.”
In a secluded room of the funeral home.
Zhao Ying sat across from Uncle Beard, whose head had already grown back.
She stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, lit one for herself, took a deep drag, and comfortably leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs: “I remember you were always looking for a suitable assimilation target, so your current situation is that you assimilated that demon dragon?”
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