I Am Not the God of Drama

Chapter 1499: Chu Muyun's Obsession

Chu Muyun's Obsession

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A pale surgical light turned on, and blinding light flooded the boy's vision.

He subconsciously wanted to use his hands to block the glaring light, but then he realized that both his hands and feet were bound to the operating table. In the vast expanse of white radiance, a gaunt figure wearing a white coat was slowly approaching, holding a syringe.

"Dad... I don't want to..." Seeing the syringe slightly dripping with potion, instinctual fear climbed into the boy's heart.

"Little Chu, you are Dad's good son..."

The white-coated figure rubbed the boy's head with one hand, a demon-like whisper echoing in the white light. "Help Dad out one more time. This experiment is very important to Dad..."

"As long as Dad completes his research, Dad will become the greatest doctor in the Wuji Domain... Come on, let's inject these curses into your body. Dad promises, after the injection, I'll buy you toys..."

Under the pale surgical light, the white-coated figure viciously stabbed the syringe's needle into the boy's body!

Eerie, flocculent substances floated inside the syringe. As the thick needle pierced into his body, they were injected into the boy little by little. The severe pain made the boy let out a shrill, miserable scream. His four limbs struggled frantically, but he couldn't break free from the restraints at all.

Yet the white-coated figure showed no intention of stopping. Looking at the gradually emptying syringe, a look of extreme fanaticism appeared in his eyes.

"It hurts!! It hurts so much!!"

"Dad!!!!"

...

"!!!"

Chu Muyun's eyes suddenly snapped open!

Like a drowning man, he violently sat up from the ground, panting heavily. There was not a trace of color on his pale face. The scarlet blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth had already coagulated and turned black. It was unknown how long he had been unconscious.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze surveying the surrounding Ghost City. Only then did his eyes slowly regain their calm.

"Damn it... Did I fail to hold on and faint again?"

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Leaning against the wall, Chu Muyun staggered to his feet.

After being teleported here by that Special Envoy, Chu Muyun used all his strength to sprint madly toward the location of the River Styx. He wasn't sure if any Special Envoys were chasing after him to kill him. He only knew that given his current physical condition and rank, if he were caught, there was almost no chance he would survive.

But his physical condition was simply too poor. The continuous, high-intensity sprinting caused his body to collapse once again, ultimately rendering him unconscious.

Chu Muyun looked ahead. The breathtakingly beautiful River Styx was already very close to him. He could even see the massive number of ghosts flowing within it...

Forcing himself to look away to avoid having his soul dragged into it, Chu Muyun took a deep breath. He pulled out a small hammer from his clothes and viciously struck himself in seven different spots on his body!

Bang, bang, bang—

Blood splattered, and Chu Muyun instantly turned into a bloody mess.

But immediately after, the wounds on his body began to heal at an even faster rate. The lifeforce hidden within his body seemed to be forcibly stimulated by these few hammer strikes, temporarily suppressing the weakness brought on by his illness. His repaired body regained its color, and the haggard look on his face gradually vanished without a trace.

This secret method of overdrawing his body allowed Chu Muyun to maintain peak combat condition. It was precisely because of this that Chen Ling and the others hadn't noticed he was already severely ill.

Chu Muyun took a step forward again, charging toward the flowing River Styx...

The era of the Ghost City that Chu Muyun was currently in was exactly the era he wanted to go to. This meant that entering the River Styx from here would slightly increase his chances of meeting the person he wanted to see.

The hem of his woolen overcoat danced wildly as he sprinted. Hammer in hand, Chu Muyun's gaze toward the River Styx was firmer than ever before.

"I will definitely find you... Chu Wenbin."

...

Swish— Swish— Swish—

Suxi's figure continuously roamed within the Ghost City. As the aura of the Path of Strategy circulated continuously, his figure was like a phantom traveling through space. The naked eye simply couldn't predict where he would land next.

With white hair fluttering, Jiang Xiaohua stood quietly in place. The ribbons falling from his upper body danced in the void without any wind, resembling a mysterious spider web woven in the wind.

Jiang Xiaohua's mouth opened slightly.

In the next second, he spat out a cross that looked as if it were polished from an animal horn.

This cross was pitch-black throughout, gleaming with a strange matte luster. Its surface was covered with various words and symbols that looked like curses. When it appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply.

"...Hm?"

At the same time the cross was brought out, Suxi seemed to notice something and looked down at his own skin.

His body visibly began to turn gray. Weird, hard lumps grew on his originally soft skin, as if some sort of plague had spread through the air and infected Suxi's body.

Is this... a curse of the Dao of Shamanism?

Suxi looked up at the motionless Jiang Xiaohua, a look of astonishment appearing in his eyes.

He actually hid such a terrifying curse inside his own body? Doesn't his body get affected??

Gripping the cross, Jiang Xiaohua slowly pointed it in Suxi's direction. As the directionality of the curse became more explicit, Suxi distinctly felt his own speed begin to continuously decay. An unbearable pain and itchiness spread from inside his body.

"I can't drag this out any longer!"

Suxi raised a hand, and the phantom of the Path of Strategy behind him also raised a hand. Several white chess pieces were flung from his sleeve!

The aura of these chess pieces was as scorching as the sun, as if they were going to detonate the surroundings in the next moment. And as Suxi activated the Path of Strategy, these few white pieces vanished out of thin air!

Jiang Xiaohua's figure blurred, flashing away from his original spot. In the next second, those chess pieces embedded themselves in the space he had just occupied, and a blinding light abruptly erupted!!

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM—!!!

Earth-shattering explosions swallowed the street. Jiang Xiaohua's figure rushed out from the flames. He opened his mouth again, and a ring fell into his palm. Pointing it at Suxi from afar:

"[Exorcism]."

The flames that were originally burning on his body vanished instantly. A fireball flew from his fingertip, charging straight at Suxi!

Suxi didn't even bother to dodge. With a gentle wave of his hand, the fireball was forced to swap places with a black chess piece several kilometers away. A deafening explosion echoed from the distance.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, once the chess pieces enter your stomach, you are dead," Suxi said coldly.

A crisscrossing chessboard extended from beneath his feet, directly enveloping the rapidly sprinting Jiang Xiaohua. The latter only felt that the surrounding space had been locked down by these lines, and his soaring figure was frozen in mid-air.

"This time... where can you run to?"

Suxi waved his hand gently.

A large handful of chess pieces that were about to explode in his hand vanished instantly.

Swapping the exploding chess pieces for Jiang Xiaohua's internal organs—that was Suxi's original idea. But when he activated the ability of the Path of Strategy to stuff the chess pieces into Jiang Xiaohua's body, Jiang Xiaohua's internal organs did not appear in Suxi's hand as expected...

Instead, replacing them was a handful of bizarre, cursed artifacts of unknown origin.

Suxi: ...?