The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 427 Give it back to me

Li Miao gripped An Qisheng's neck, and from the crack that opened in his palm, countless tentacles with sharp teeth writhed and tore off flesh and blood, pulling it back into his body.

As a result, An Qisheng's neck became increasingly slender.

Judging from his eyes, he seemed somewhat panicked.

But Li Miao knew that he wasn't afraid of death.

Not to mention that what exists in Li Miao's mind right now is only An Qisheng's "sex" and not his true form, so the concept of death doesn't apply to him. An Qisheng himself is a celestial being who has grown through countless battles over a thousand years. In an era before the art of sexual cultivation was completely lost, he assassinated the ruler of the world several times and faced enemies far superior to him in both quantity and quality dozens of times.

He couldn't possibly be like the emperor, terrified of death.

His panic stemmed from the memories that Li Miao had taken from him.

Everything in the mind is composed of "sex". There is no superiority or inferiority between the nails and the brain. Each part carries independent emotions and memories.

Those memories that Li Miao took away truly disappeared from An Qisheng's heart.

An Qisheng's panic stemmed from the fact that his already vague and scarce memories of "Father-in-law on the River" were dwindling until all that remained was the concept of "Master".

The reason he has held onto for thousands of years is disappearing from his mind.

This is what he fears most.

As Zheng Qi said before his death, everyone has something they are attached to in life. If a person is not afraid of death, it must be because he is more afraid of the consequences of losing other things.

From the moment he made the choice a thousand years ago to establish Yingzhou and extend his lifespan through "reincarnation," An Qisheng's greatest fear was that as he reincarnated more and more, his memories and emotions would become increasingly thin and eventually disappear completely.

He cannot die before he finds his "master".

Even knowing that he was just a clone used to seize Li Miao's body, and that his death would not affect his real self, the same emotions brought with them the same fear that could not be suppressed by reason.

An Qisheng's expression changed.

Li Miao's smile grew increasingly sinister.

He could already grip An Qisheng's neck with ease. As he watched An Qisheng's eyes gradually lose their composure, he slowly increased the pressure on his neck.

The next moment—plop.

An Qisheng's neck was broken.

His body fell to the ground, and his head was held in Li Miao's hands.

"Actually, I've been thinking about something."

Li Miao weighed An Qisheng's head in his hands, as if he were weighing a ripe watermelon.

“In the mind, everything is made up of ‘sex’. You could say that every part is the same, without the concept of a vital point. But when you and I are fighting, you will still protect your head.”

"Since you say you've already engaged in mental image battles with several people, with your talent, you should have long been accustomed to this kind of battle without any real threat, and you shouldn't be making an instinctive defensive reaction."

"So, there are still differences."

Li Miao's fingers slowly burrowed into An Qisheng's skull through the severed opening below his neck. The tentacles beneath his skin wrapped around his flesh, and the fear in An Qisheng's eyes intensified.

"This part of your head carries the memories and feelings that are most important to you, and you are afraid of losing it."

“You have been reincarnated too many times. This part of your memory is your anchor. If you lose this anchor, you will completely lose yourself.”

Li Miao kicked An Qisheng's chest flying.

Then he brought the head close to his eyes.

His fingers had already burrowed behind An Qisheng's pupils. As the tentacles grasped, An Qisheng's head became increasingly thin and transparent. Li Miao could vaguely see his waving fingers through his eyeballs.

"Having lived for a thousand years, it's time for you to die."

puff.

Li Miao's fingers pierced through the top of his skull.

An Qisheng's eyes became muddled.

In his last moments before losing consciousness, he heard Li Miao's cruel laughter.

"Your physical body will also die."

“If your master is still alive, I will send him down to see you as well—just wait down there to see him, no need to thank me.”

An Qisheng wanted to speak up and rebuke.

But the organs that could produce sound were gone. The next moment, everything went black.

The last drop of black liquid slid down Li Miao's fingers, and as it reached his forearm, it was suddenly pulled into the crack by a tentacle that appeared and disappeared.

On the dark beach, only Li Miao and a headless corpse remained.

Apart from the sounds of the waves crashing and the sea breeze blowing, there were no other sounds; it seemed that everything had come to an end.

But Li Miao remained focused and attentive.

He had no premonition that he was about to regain consciousness; his spiritual awareness was still being disturbed, and his condition had not recovered.

This battle of perceptions is not over yet.

Li Miao stared at An Qisheng's chest, which he had kicked away.

There was some faint movement there.

As An Qisheng's head disappeared, the protective aura surrounding his body not only did not vanish, but instead expanded even further. At the same time, an extremely eerie aura emanated from the body.

The next moment, the child's fingers twitched.

Then it spread to the arms, shoulders, and neck, like a chain reaction, eventually evolving into bizarre and violent convulsions.

"Uh-uh-"

With emphasis, it sounded as if the screams, wails, cries, and roars of dozens of people were mingled together and emanated from that cavity.

The sounds grew louder and more devastating.

It's becoming increasingly clear.

"Uh—I—"

"who I am--"

"Give me back—my body, my—"

Li Miao pursed his lips and clicked his tongue.

"I knew it."

The body in the mind's image has no vital organs.

Even if An Qisheng's head was absorbed by Li Miao, it should have grown back immediately in the next instant.

But like Li Miao, An Qisheng is also special.

His "sex" is not that of one person, but rather the product of the fusion of dozens of Zheng Anqi's bodies that he possessed over the past thousand years.

The emotions and memories stored inside his head are An Qisheng's greatest obsession. They are the anchor that allows him to maintain his identity even after possessing and being reborn dozens of times. Therefore, An Qisheng will protect his head.

Now the anchor point has disappeared.

What will happen to the rest?

The convulsions in the headless cavity stopped.

Clothing, flesh, and hair gradually melted away, eventually turning into a pool of sticky black water that spread out on the ground and then bulged up from the center.

Dozens of faces gradually emerged from the pool of black water.

Whether old or young; male or female; they all have an extremely similar face.

They emerged from the black water, and as soon as they took shape, they instinctively opened their mouths and let out a shrill wail.

"Ancestor/Island Owner/An Qisheng——"

"Give me back my body!"

"No, I don't want to become you... No!"

The next instant, as if wild beasts had caught the scent of their prey, dozens of faces turned toward Li Miao in unison, their eyes filled with the same venomous resentment.

"Give it back to me!——"

Give me back my body!!!

(End of this chapter)