Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 921 "Creating Humans"

"Brother He, can you do things properly for once? Stop doing these sensational things."

The moment Wang Zizhong saw Feng Shayan being pierced in the head with chopsticks, he quickly pushed out with both hands, and his two streams of Qi suppressed the Feng family father and son.

It's not that the Feng family father and son lacked shrewdness; when their closest relatives had their skulls pierced right before their eyes, no one could remain calm. Even in the world of supernatural beings, this kind of injury would be considered fatal. Only Prince Zhong and those with complete Dual Hands could save them, and even ordinary Dual Hands users might not be able to save them.

Under such circumstances, it's really asking too much of Feng Zhenghao to think that there's a renowned doctor nearby who can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

"Didn't I just say I was going to teach you a set of acupuncture techniques that could open the gates to heaven for people? If you can't remember it, who can you blame?"

With half a pork rib dangling from his mouth, He Songling swaggered over and casually grabbed a handful of spare chopsticks from the sideboard. When he reached Feng Shayan, he shoved two chopsticks into her mouth.

"Who knew you'd use this thing to prick people? You call this acupuncture?" Wang Zizhong curled his lip. "Did you sterilize this thing? Does it meet hygiene standards?"

"What's there to be afraid of? We'll just replace the brain with a new one and throw away any infected parts as well." He Songling didn't care at all, but the Feng family father and son were terrified.

Even with Wang Zizhong's Heaven-Mending Hand technique, it was difficult to suppress Feng Zhenghao's emotions.

"Old Wang, is this really alright?"

"Don't worry, although Lao He is unreliable, it's unlikely that Lao He is unreliable."

In an instant, Feng Zhenghao's gaze toward his older friend, who was much older than him, became very strange. "Old Wang, have you been... working out lately or what? You're talking incoherently."

Feng Zhenghao really wanted to ask if this was a side effect of reversing aging, and whether it would damage his brain, since Wang Zizhong's incoherent statements were very similar to Arnold Schwarzenegger's. However, this was still an area unknown to Feng Zhenghao, and he didn't have the heart to question a Nobel laureate like this.

"What I mean is that although He Songling is a very bad person and does things that are not always reliable, always doing things unexpectedly and making people want to kill him, he is a man of principle. He does not do truly evil things, and he does not boast about things he is not sure of. Sometimes you feel that he has gone too far, but he always manages to make up for it."

Wang Zizhong wasn't annoyed. He carefully explained to Feng Zhenghao, "Think about it, this guy personally went to the battlefield to fight the Japanese back then and provided a lot of logistical support to our army. How could someone like that not be meticulous in his work?"

"Bang!"

He Songling was very cooperative with Wang Zizhong. Before he finished speaking, Feng Shayan's eyes completely lost their luster, and she slammed her head on the table.

"This...this was still part of his plan?" Feng Zhenghao stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Feng Shayan's corpse.

He might not be as good as Wang Zizhong in other areas, but when it comes to confirming whether someone is dead or alive, Feng Zhenghao is confident that he is at least no weaker than Wang Zizhong.

The reason is simple: he can see Feng Shayan's "spirit" floating out, and he can capture it with a wave of his hand.

This is what you call "no problem"?

"Come on, Old Wang." He Songling could obviously see Feng Shayan's soul as well. He had used the methods of Western magicians to summon the ghost of Hu Haiwang, who had been dead for three to five days, back then, so there was no need to mention it now. He reached out and scooped up Feng Shayan's soul, then threw it toward Wang Zizhong.

?

A question mark slowly appeared above Wang Zizhong's head. "What do you mean? What am I here for?"

“Let’s create humans!” He Songling nodded to Wang Zizhong and said, “You can mend the sky, can’t you? That’s all Nuwa’s skill. You should take on the responsibility too.”

"So your so-called acupuncture technique, which claims to open the gates to heaven for people, is just about killing them and then creating a new body?"

Wang Zizhong's lips twitched. "Then what's the point of calling this acupuncture? Wouldn't it be the same if I just chopped someone's head off with a knife?"

“If you want to use a knife, that’s fine too. It’s less bloody and more hygienic than needles. You’ve been a doctor for so many years, don’t you have this basic awareness of aseptic technique and hygiene?” He Songling retorted to Wang Zizhong.

These shameless words even made Prince Zhong laugh.

"You think I don't have any awareness of aseptic hygiene? When you're poking someone's brain with chopsticks, do you have any hygiene awareness?"

Wang Zizhong tapped around his eyes twice, and now he could see Feng Shayan's spirit. He grabbed it in his hand and said, "What do we do? Hurry up, or she'll really die."

"Come."

He Songling waved his hand and took the souls of Prince Zhong and Feng Shayan into the Time Chamber.

Three people... two and a half people disappeared into thin air in the room, leaving only a few people guarding Feng Shayan's corpse, staring at each other in disbelief.

“Ahem, well, President Feng, we…” Zhuge Qing, who had been with He Songling the longest and was also the strongest of the four young people, stepped forward.

Just as he was about to say something, Feng Zhenghao interrupted him.

"Gentlemen, I can't fathom the old immortal's ways, but he may need some more time. Please stay at Tianxia Group for now, and we can discuss other matters after the two seniors bring my daughter out."

Then, without knowing what signal Feng Zhenghao gave, several people entered from outside. These people possessed an aura as deep as the sea, clearly indicating that they were experts in Qi cultivation.

"Although he's not as tall as me," Zhuge Qing thought to himself, then stood up. "No problem, please arrange it, President Feng."

Zhuge Qing is currently the person who understands He Songling's Time Chamber best among everyone present. He knows that He Songling's Time Chamber can be adjusted to an infinite ratio with the outside world; hundreds of millions of years inside would only be a moment outside. It can even be divided into zones to adjust the flow of time.

However, given He Songling's character, Zhuge Qing was certain that he would drag things out for a while, making Feng Zhenghao anxious and causing them to feel uncertain, ultimately leading to their house arrest.

It will probably take at least five to seven days, until Feng Zhenghao loses his temper and starts to turn on him, before this damned deity reappears.

"This old man is worse than a dog." Zhuge Qing shook his head and sighed, then walked up to a member of the World Society: "Brother, please lead the way."

Seeing Zhuge Qing being led away, Wang Ye also stood up and followed. Zhang Lingyu was still a little worried about Xia He, but Xia He didn't care at all. She had gone from a naive girl to one of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, experiencing far more dangers than Zhang Lingyu, the foolish little Taoist priest who had always been on Longhu Mountain under the protection of the Old Celestial Master.

However, He Songling was not about to let them guess. Just one second after they all left, a spatial rift appeared in the sky.

(End of this chapter)