sinovels Chapter 224 A Mud Fight in a High-Level Game and an Uninvited Guest
Chapter 224 A Mud Fight in a High-Level Game and an Uninvited Guest
The midday sun was scorching, baking the yellow earth on the wasteland until it emitted white smoke.
The atmosphere at the Renxin Primitive Life Experience Camp was unusually lively.
"Zhang the Fatty, you're stealing pig feed!" Li Jianguo pointed at the chain restaurant tycoon squatting next to the iron pot, holding up a trowel covered in cement.
Fatty Zhang's mouth was greasy, and he held a large, chipped, rough porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained Pierre's carefully prepared "Bordeaux-style mixed vegetable soup".
"Bullshit! How can the cook's food be pig swill?" Fatty Zhang wiped his mouth. "The cabbage is stewed until it's soft and tender, and the rice bran has absorbed the oil. Every bite is full of dietary fiber. I call this tasting the food!"
Pierre, wearing a soot-blackened apron, stood by, jumping up and down in frustration, protesting in broken Chinese: "This is the supplementary food I've prepared for my future piglets! You shameless glutton, you've trampled on the dignity of French cuisine!"
"What's all the noise about?" Wang Minyu stood up from his rocking chair, holding a worn-out red megaphone. "The pigsty isn't even finished, the pigs haven't been bought, and you've already eaten all the food. Manager Zhang, you're punished by having to go to the back mountain and fetch two loads of firewood."
Fatty Zhang put down his bowl, still wanting more, and obediently picked up his carrying pole and headed towards the back of the mountain.
This chubby man, who usually needs bodyguards to help him walk, now walks briskly up mountain paths.
The intense physical labor every day, coupled with Wang Minyu's specially prepared decoction for removing dampness and phlegm, forced him to expel the phlegm and dampness accumulated in his body.
Su Qing sat in the shade under the eaves, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she recorded the patients' physical data.
"Master, these bosses' cyberpsychosis is basically cured." Su Qing looked at the screen. "Their neuronal firing frequency has completely returned to the level of ordinary people. Now, their desire for a cell phone is less than their desire for a white steamed bun."
Wang Minyu leaned against the door frame, watching the group of wealthy people rolling around in the mud.
The system panel is running on the retina, and the progress bar is stuck at 4/10.
The emotions I've been collecting these past few days are mostly conventional feelings like "enlightenment," "relaxation," and "liberation."
It falls far short of the six extreme emotional origins required for the ultimate mission, "Project Mend the Sky."
Those six extreme emotions: pure tears, extreme anger, fearless courage, despairing sighs, fanatical admiration, and selfless love.
This kind of thing is rare and hard to come by.
In the wealthy circles of Changxiang City, there is more calculation and anxiety than purity and perfection.
There was a knock on the street gate.
Guan Shan put down the hammer he was using to forge iron and went over to pull open the door latch.
A woman was standing outside the door.
It's currently the hottest time of the year in Changxiang City, with temperatures soaring to 38 degrees Celsius. Even the asphalt roads are softened by the heat.
The woman was wearing a heavy black knee-length down jacket.
With a hat pulled over his head and a thick gray scarf wrapped around his neck, he was completely covered up, with only a pair of dead fish-like eyes showing.
She wasn't sweating.
His skin was deathly pale, as if he had been frozen in a freezer for months.
"To see a doctor." The woman's voice was dry and thin, like sandpaper rubbing against glass.
Guan Shan looked her up and down, then stepped aside to let her pass.
As the woman entered the courtyard, a chill, visible to the naked eye, spread from her.
Shen Wanshan, who was mixing mud, was startled and stopped what he was doing to look over.
Wang Minyu narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the woman.
Without any system prompts or the need to activate the Qi Observation Technique, relying solely on visual observation and the "inspection" method of traditional Chinese medicine, it was clear that the deathly aura emanating from this woman was so intense it was suffocating.
She walked to the table in front of Wang Minyu and sat down, extending her withered wrist.
"Take your pulse," she said.
Wang Minyu extended three fingers and placed them on her measuring tape.
The pulse was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
It beats less than forty times per minute.
The blood in the veins felt like it was freezing.
This isn't an illness. It's that I've been drained dry.
"What's your name?" Wang Minyu withdrew his hand, picked up the stainless steel tea mug, and took a sip of water.
"Li Shuang," the woman answered mechanically, without even blinking.
"Take off your clothes." Wang Minyu pointed to the down jacket she was wearing.
Without any hesitation, Li Shuang mechanically unzipped her down jacket and took it off.
The bosses working nearby gasped in shock.
Li Shuang's right arm, from shoulder to wrist, was covered with dense scars.
There were cuts from knives, burns from fire, and holes pierced by sharp objects.
New wounds piled on top of old wounds, the skin and flesh rolled back, covered with dark red scabs.
An ordinary person would be writhing in pain on the ground after suffering such an injury. But she remained expressionless, as if displaying a piece of clothing.
"Doesn't it hurt?" Wang Minyu asked.
"I don't feel anything." Li Shuang's tone was flat. "Cold, hot, pain, itching, I don't feel anything. Happiness, sadness, fear, none of that either."
Su Qing typed on the keyboard and pulled up a top-secret document.
Those were fragments previously intercepted from the S organization's data center.
"Master," Su Qing said in a low voice, "the characteristics match. A failed experiment by the S Organization to strip away emotions. Code name 'Icefield.' They attempted to artificially remove all human perception and emotions to create an absolutely rational machine. The subjects' central nervous systems were locked by a special biological enzyme, completely losing their feelings and sense of pain."
Wang Minyu looked at Li Shuang. She was like a rag doll whose battery had been forcibly removed. She had been exploited to the fullest by the S organization and then thrown back into society like trash.
The star panel suddenly began to flash violently, and a line of golden text appeared:
[A carrier of extreme emotion: a latent host of the Sigh of Despair has been detected.]
[Mission Update: Unlock the host's emotional channels and collect the Origin Crystals.]
Wang Minyu's gaze shifted from the panel to Li Shuang's lifeless face.
"Others pay for treatment, but I suffer the consequences." Wang Minyu opened a drawer and took out a row of silver needles of varying lengths. "Your illness can't be cured with conventional medicine. We need strong medicine."
"As long as I can feel even the slightest thing." In Li Shuang's lifeless gray eyes, there was no expectation, only a numb statement, "Anything will do."
Wang Minyu turned to look at Pierre, who was peeking around curiously.
"Pierre, go to the warehouse in the backyard," Wang Minyu ordered. "Take out the Carolina Reaper Capsaicin concentrate I extracted last time. Add two pounds of ginger and half a pound of Sichuan peppercorns. Simmer it into a soup."
Pierre's eyes widened: "Boss, the Scoville rating of that stock solution exceeds two million! It's used to make biological weapons! It'll cause perforations!"
"Go boil it. Once the water boils, only take the top layer of red oil." Wang Minyu picked up a seven-inch-long acupuncture needle and heated it over an alcohol lamp. "I'm going to use fire to melt this block of ice."