Shushan: Extinction

Chapter 1 Prologue The younger brother who ate his brother

This is a common village in western Thailand, poor, backward and quiet.
The air warmed by the sun was filled with the subtle fragrance of Burmese osmanthus.

In the night, a dark-skinned young man was listlessly playing with his mobile phone.

The young man was wearing a pair of tattered slippers made of discarded tires, dirty saffron shorts around his waist, a mao kun on his head, and paba knots on his arms, which were typical features of a Muay Thai fighter.

He was leaning against a Sukhothai stone stele, his brows furrowed, and it was obvious that he was worried about something.

The boy's name is Songprachai. Because he lacked some skills when he was reincarnated, he only had two choices after he was born:
1. Be a Muay Thai boxer.

2. Be a shemale.

In the end, he chose to be a Muay Thai fighter, but although Songprachai tried very hard, he was recently far ahead on the road to elimination.

This means that he is getting closer and closer to the profession of shemale, and this is also the reason why he is worried here.

In addition to the necessary software, Songbachai has downloaded more than a dozen games on his mobile phone, because this is the cheapest and most convenient way for him to relieve stress - no doubt about it.

But now, it is obvious that the decompression effect of the game is not obvious.

After a long sigh, Songbachai closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the stone tablet beside him. He felt tired physically and even more tired in his heart. He even had the urge to cry.

After all, he was only less than 20 years old, and he was about to say goodbye to his younger brother who was born on the same day of the same month as him. Who the hell could bear this?
Because he had no pockets, Songprachai put his phone aside.

The phone screen glowed faintly, showing the year, month, day, and constantly jumping time numbers.

Suddenly, a strange light flashed across the sky, and the time-related numbers on the mobile phone screen changed and jumped violently, as if responding and resonating with the light.

Then the light changed direction and flew towards this side, falling into the mobile phone.

The phone suddenly began to flash non-stop, and some rapidly appearing garbled characters appeared on it, such as 彡A, 柒K, 滅0S, which looked like a chaotic combination of ancient seal characters and JAVA language, and Arabic numerals and hourglasses kept appearing, as if something was rapidly merging with it.
Songprachai had his back to the sky the whole time, so he had no idea what was happening. All he saw went dark and he fell to the ground. At the same time, a red mole appeared on his earlobe.

***
ten years later,

Songprachayi is already a famous sorcerer, and is also respected as the King of Ghosts!

Ever since he fell into a coma next to the Sukhothai Stele, Songprachayi's life has changed dramatically.

He is now well-known in Southeast Asia, and his stories have even begun to circulate in Europe and the United States.

However, he always carries the mobile phone with him, because as long as he has it with him, Songbachai can occasionally get some magical hints, which is also the real reason why he has achieved such great success.

At two o'clock in the morning, it was raining heavily. Songprachayi, who had obviously gained weight, stood quietly at the door of his mansion. He was wearing a golden Nehru-style five-button jacket. He looked majestic, confident and calm.

In the distance, a long line of luxury cars came through the rain and fog, and in the center, protected by the luxury cars, was an ambulance with flashing red and blue lights.

Soon, a stretcher was pushed into the center of the brightly lit lobby, with a stream of blood flowing down the stretch and landing on the luxurious and smooth Mason volcanic stone floor, looking even more shocking.

Songprachai walked quickly forward, reached out to lift the sheet covering the stretcher, and found that lying on it was a pregnant woman who was completely unconscious.

The pregnant woman's belly was very large, and her skin was translucent, with blue veins running under the skin. He frowned and said in a hoarse voice:
“Who’s in charge here?”

An old man in his sixties came over. He was wearing a tuxedo and a bow tie. He was very polite and looked like a British butler. He bowed slightly and said:

"Master, I am the butler Ming Bo, what do you want me to do?"

Somprachai said:

"The pregnant woman was carrying twin boys. You brought them here too late. I can only save two of the three lives, so I have to sacrifice one."

Then he added indifferently:
"You have ten minutes to make a decision. If you exceed the time limit, you will have to collect the body."

Ming Bo's expression suddenly changed. He immediately took out his phone, spoke a few words, and then said to Song Bachai:

"Master, save the mother first. As for which one to sacrifice, it's up to you to decide."

Songbachai nodded, took out a strange metal jar the size of a tomato from the side, closed his eyes and stood still for more than ten seconds, then gently tapped the edge of the metal jar with his fingers.

Oddly enough, the tapping seemed to be silent, but after five or six seconds, a unique metallic buzzing sound slowly spread in the air.

The sound was mellow and rich, as if the whole world was gently wrapped in it, and all the noise and disturbance quietly dissipated at this moment.

The people around felt as if their distracting thoughts and minds were cleansed in an instant, and they showed expressions of relief and ease.

The breathing of the unconscious pregnant woman gradually became smooth, and her frowning brows relaxed a little.

This is the secret of Songprachayi’s singing bowl!
This peculiar little metal vat is called the Himalayan Singing Bowl. It is a remarkable ritual implement. It is made entirely by hand from seven metals: gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, lead and mercury, which are smelted and refined from meteorites in the Himalayas.

Tapping it with different strengths and rhythms can awaken and regulate the seven major chakras in the human body, thereby producing certain mysterious effects.

After tapping his fingers seven times in a row, Songbachai showed obvious signs of fatigue. He closed his eyes and took a breath for a while, then put his hands together in front of his face and began to recite a spell silently.

While he was reciting, someone nearby had brought a copper basin and placed it on the shelf. Inside was dark green boiling medicinal juice, which was emitting bursts of mist.

After Songbachai finished reciting, he pressed his hands into the basin. The medicinal juice could be seen bubbling up and dark red fragments similar to internal organs could be vaguely seen inside. Everyone present felt a creepy feeling.

After a few seconds, Songbachai took out his hands and pressed them wetly on the pregnant woman's belly.

At the moment when the skin touched, it seemed that there was a gleam of light that entered the pregnant woman's belly.

If anyone paid attention to Songprachayi, they would have noticed that the red mole on his earlobe was gradually disappearing.

At the same time, Songprachai frowned suddenly, because an ominous feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if something vital had left him.

This feeling is certainly not pleasant, but now is the critical moment of performing the black magic, and Songbachai cannot give up halfway. He can only continue the spell, immersing his palm in the medicine juice again for a few seconds and repeating the previous action.

After doing this three times, the dark green color in the medicine juice actually faded away and turned into light red blood.

Seeing this, Songprachai sighed tiredly and said:
"All right!"

Then he waved his hand, signaling the medical staff next to him to take over, and he turned around and left very tired. He even staggered after taking a few steps and had to be supported by the servant next to him.

Ming Bo bowed slightly, watched Songprachai leave, and immediately came to the medical staff. Before he could ask any more questions, the medical staff exclaimed:

"Blood pressure and heart rate are starting to rise!"

"Keep on transfusing blood, keep on transfusing blood!"

"Another shot of Nozick."

"Miracle, this is truly a medical miracle. I have found my next paper. The Lancet will definitely be interested." "What a bullshit miracle. Master Sompracha created this miracle himself."

***
Three days later,

BNH Hospital, Bangkok,

Intensive Care Unit,

Rather than a ward, this is more like a suite in a five-star hotel.

A pale pregnant woman was leaning on the hospital bed. She was the pregnant woman who had been treated by Songprachayi before.

A doctor next to her had just finished examining her and was bending over and saying to her respectfully:
"Mrs. Gong, that's basically it. Your condition is very stable and you are out of danger now."

The pregnant woman did not feel any joy from escaping death. Instead, she looked at the doctor and said sadly:
"Doctor Bangcha, is there really no other way? Is it really impossible to save the other one?"

Doctor Bangcha shrugged, spread his hands and smiled bitterly:
"Madam Gong, just thirty hours ago, many professors from the Mayo Clinic and the Royal Free Hospital in London were at a loss as to what to do with your condition. In fact, if they saw your current condition, they would definitely praise the Lord's greatness and allow medical miracles to happen again."

Madam Gong sobbed in pain:
"But...but this is too cruel! This comes at the cost of sacrificing another child!"

Dr. Bangcha demonstrated his professionalism:
"Ma'am, in clinical medicine, it is very common for twins to devour and kill each other."

"In nature, there is a law of natural selection, survival of the fittest, and humans are no exception."

"In the mother's body, a strong fetus will absorb the weaker fetus in order to take in more maternal nutrients. The weaker fetus is completely unable to resist and can only face this cruel devouring in a parasitic way."

Madam Gong's lips trembled a few times, and she wanted to say something but no sound came out.

Dr. Bangcha continued:
"According to the latest journal report, a mother named Qixibel from Ranchi, India, was horrified to find that eight cysts of varying sizes were removed from her three-week-old daughter's body. These cysts contained teeth, hair, spine, and eyeballs."

"To put it simply, each cyst is theoretically an independent fetus, which means that this three-month-old baby girl ate eight brothers and sisters in her mother's womb."

The doctor adjusted his glasses:
"Of course, Ms. Qixibel's experience is very rare and an isolated case, but in 2011, doctors in JJ City, China, removed a headless fetus with intact upper and lower limbs from the abdomen of a one-and-a-half-year-old boy. His head was eaten by his brother."

"In the same year, Nefertiti in Cairo, Egypt, gave birth to a two-headed baby. The baby had two heads. The facial features of the second head were fully developed, but the skull was hollow. This is also a typical fetal phagocytosis phenomenon. The brain and body of the younger sister became the dessert of the older sister."

"If you want to find similar examples, there are many more. I can say responsibly that hundreds of thousands, or even millions of similar phenomena occur around the world every year."

"So please don't be sad or blame yourself, ma'am. This is a natural phenomenon, just like wind, rain, and thunder."

"In fact, this child is very great. He sacrificed his life to save his mother and brother. Madam, please mourn for him and make sure not to waste his sacrifice."

After hearing what Dr. Bangcha said, Mrs. Gong stopped sobbing a little. Perhaps she was a little tired, and she leaned against the head of the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Bangcha saw that his psychological massage was effective, nodded with satisfaction and walked out.

Then he took the elevator to the smoking lounge on the tenth floor to relax. There were already a few people standing there in groups of three or four, puffing away.

A middle-aged man saw Bangcha and immediately waved to him:

"You're here."

The two were obviously good friends. Bangcha caught the cigarette thrown by the middle-aged man, lit it, took a puff and said with emotion:

"Suang, Master Songprachai's magical powers are truly boundless. The patient in Ward 7 was actually saved from a fatal situation!"

"The master chose to sacrifice one of the fetuses to save the mother and the other fetus. This black magic is truly miraculous!"

Suang sighed:
"If the master didn't have such strength, how could he have shocked Hollywood? I heard that his deeds have been made into a movie and will be released next year!"

Just as the two were chatting, Suang's phone suddenly made a buzzing sound.

After he picked up the phone, he hummed a few words, and suddenly he froze for a few seconds, with a look of disbelief in his eyes:
"what?"

"Emergency rescue? The patient needs to be admitted to the ICU?"

"The rescue target is Master Songprachai!!!"

***
Three months later,
Mrs. Gong gave birth to a baby boy who was white, chubby and very cute. She named him Gong Mingzhen, and there was a strange red mole on his left earlobe.

But when Gong Mingzhen was one and a half years old, doctors diagnosed him with intellectual disability.

When Gong Mingzhen was three years old, he suddenly fell seriously ill and it took him two full months to recover.

The key is that modern medicine can't tell what disease he has. It's just that he suddenly became weak, lost weight, fell into a coma, had a high fever, and muttered in pain.
When he was seven years old, he fell ill again, but fortunately this time the recovery time was shortened to three weeks.

Gong Mingzhen is now fourteen years old, but his intelligence is still at the level of a two or three year old. He is 1.64 meters tall, but weighs 80 kilograms. His most common expression is a silly grin.

Gong Mingzhen's father is Gong Yunyan, a tycoon with connections in both the black and white worlds.

He openly runs several shipping companies, but his real pillar industry is still gray smuggling: arms, banned lathes, high-end chip technology, etc.

Therefore, Gong Yunyan is very successful in Africa, Southeast Asia and Central Asia, and has a considerable fortune.

So when Gong Mingzhen was diagnosed with intellectual disability, Gong Yunyan simply ignored this son and only transferred a sum of money to Madam Gong's card every month to pay for his own three seconds of happiness.

That morning, after getting up, Mrs. Gong lit a stick of incense in front of the Guanyin statue at the entrance according to her long-standing habit. Then she stood there in a daze for a while, feeling sad.

Because there is a small spirit tablet next to the Guanyin statue, on which is written a name:
Gong Tianwu!
Madam Gong had this name calculated by a master in order to commemorate her son who died in her womb.

The one who was willing to sacrifice his own son to save himself and his brother!
For some reason, she always felt that her son was still alive and would return to her one day.

Even this tablet was made by Master Songprachai at a huge cost.

Suddenly, Madam Gong heard a scream and was immediately startled. She quickly walked towards the second floor of the villa, and then she heard Aunt Wu jogging over from a distance, saying in panic:
"Madam, madam, there is something wrong with the master."

Mrs. Gong became even more nervous. Although her husband disliked this silly son, he was her support. She immediately trotted over.

Then Gong Mingzhen was seen curled up in the quilt, his chubby face was flushed red, his whole body twitched from time to time, and he was covering his head with his hands in pain.

"Again?"

This thought suddenly emerged in Mrs. Gong’s mind.

Because Gong Mingzhen's performance at this time was exactly the same as when he had a serious illness at the age of seven!
The red mole on Gong Mingzhen's earlobe was so bright and juicy that it seemed as if it was about to bleed.

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