Controlling the Five Thunders and the Two Worlds

Chapter 316 Unable to withstand the methods of their own ancestors
"Ahhhh!"

Kishimoto Yuichi and Ogasawara Hayato awoke with screams, their vision still filled with the dark dungeon, the cold-glowing bars, the dim electric lights, and the exposed wires.

"Celestial Master! Celestial Master, spare my life!"

"We won't dare again, we'll never dare again, please let us out!"

The two looked up at the sky, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy repeatedly.

But as soon as they finished speaking, the door at the end of the dungeon passage clicked open, and several soldiers and a middle-aged man in a white coat walked in.

Kishimoto Yuuki and Ogasawara Hayato couldn't help but hug each other, shrinking into a corner of the dungeon and trembling.

But no matter how they tried to hide themselves, those men still came to the cell door, turned to them, and said with a sinister look, "Just the two of them."

What experiment are we doing today?

"Human body water content test".

"What do you mean?"

"It's about steaming a person dry and seeing the ratio of the mummified body's weight to its original weight," the doctor in the white coat explained gently. "Data on the water content of the human body is very important; it's the foundational data for many human experiments."

"Swoosh!"

"The water content of people of different genders, ages, and even different conditions is different. We need to use a massive amount of data to conduct this basic experiment."

The doctor in the white coat smiled gently and calmly, "Fortunately, these roads are numerous, plentiful, and inexpensive, so we can conduct experiments at will."

"no, do not want!"

"Get out! Get out of here, you devils!"

Despite Kishimoto Yuuka and Ogasawara Hayato's resistance, they were still tied up and taken to a special laboratory, stripped naked, weighed, and then thrown into a steamer.

"Ahhhh!"

When they awoke again, they were still greeted by the same dark dungeon.

……

"Ahhhh!"

At the main gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion, all the tourists saw these two people, whose names sounded like they came from Yinggao, first stare blankly, then their eyes turned bloodshot, and they rolled on the ground, screaming in agony.

"Ya Butterfly!"

"Bagya Road!"

"Ahhh, Tass open!"

Besides the common phrases that most people in Tianxia could understand, they also uttered a series of Yinggao language phrases that ordinary people couldn't understand, but those who could understand Yinggao language were shocked.

“They are shouting, don’t inject them with horse blood, they are also Cherry Blossom people, not Maruta.”

"What the hell?"

"And another thing, they said that their body water content is only 64 percent, not like those little kids with 78 percent water content, so they don't need to keep drying themselves out."

"This experiment sounds a bit like..."

"They were begging for mercy, saying they didn't want to be vivisectioned or frozen anymore. They were calling the other side devils, and those names were all very familiar."

"Holy crap, what's going on?"

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, but seeing the two men suddenly acting erratically, they dared not approach. However, a few others nearby, after listening for a while, noticed their expressions change and angrily stepped forward to pull the two men off the ground.

"Are you guys pretending to be haters?"

"Get up! Stop pretending to be Cherry Blossom People! Don't think we can't see through your act!"

"You little trolls, don't spout nonsense about things that have no evidence whatsoever, and don't try to make a scene here!"

However, before they could pull the two up, the two opened their blood-red eyes and bit into their bodies. Those blood-red eyes revealed endless fear, hatred, anger, and madness that had long since become instinct.

"Ahhhh!"

Several tourists had flesh torn off of them while they were still alive, and they screamed in agony.

The crowd scattered in a panic, and then they all called the police.

A moment later, after watching the security guards arrive and take away the two people with cherry blossoms and the tourists they had bitten, Gu Zhaocai and the two old Taoist priests appeared at the entrance of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"them……"

"They're insane." Gu Zhao shook his head indifferently. "It's a pity they didn't make it through."

From their cries, Daoist Zhiqing and Daoist Zhixiu knew what they had been through, and shook their heads, saying, "I'm afraid not many people can make it through."

Gu Zhao smiled and said, "My two senior uncles, please get ready and wait for me at the Yangcheng Taoist Research Institute. I also need to go to Sanmao Mountain to pick up Daoist Hanzheng and Daoist Hanxuan."

The two exchanged a smile, bowed, and said, "Yes!"

Just then, a short man slowly walked over from not far away, bowing with each step. He would occasionally look up, his eyes filled with longing and anticipation as he looked at the three of them.

Gu Zhao glanced at him indifferently, and then disappeared from his sight.

The man was momentarily dazed, but when he regained his senses, he realized he couldn't remember what the young man looked like.

Master Zhiqing and Master Zhixiu also looked at him, meeting his fearful yet devout gaze, and shook their heads indifferently, "We can smell the blood on you. The Celestial Master's Mansion cannot tolerate you. Please leave."

Master Zhixiu gave a soft snort, the sound of the fire making the man's heart skip a beat. "Don't cause trouble in the country."

The man was shaken, filled with shock and fear. Thinking of the fate of the two cultivators who had just been attacked, he bowed deeply, showing no sign of resistance. "Yes..."

……

Meanwhile, Gu Zhao flew from the Celestial Master's Mansion to Sanmao Mountain. With a sweep of his divine sense, he found Abbot Han Zheng of the Shangqing Sect's Wanfu Palace. At that moment, he was with Abbot Han Xuan, receiving guests in a room in the backyard of the palace.

"I see."

"I never imagined that Master and Mr. Chen had such a past." Master Hanzheng held the hand of an elderly man. "Thank you, Mr. Chen, for still thinking of Master. It's a pity that Master is no longer on the mountain."

"It's no pity, no pity." Although the old man's eyes were already cloudy, he was still in good spirits and chuckled. "Knowing that Daoist Shenhao is still alive and can still go down the mountain, I am satisfied."

"As expected of a Taoist master, he is truly remarkable!" the old man exclaimed.

"Mr. Chen fought bravely on the battlefield for the country; that's what's truly admirable," Master Hanzheng said solemnly. "Compared to him, we only did what we could. You are the backbone of this nation."

Mr. Chen waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not that great, my comrades were the real heroes, what a pity..."

Surrounding the old man were men and women, middle-aged and young, all dressed simply, and listening to him speak with solemn expressions.

"Back then, I was seriously injured, but I was saved by Master Shenhao, which is why I have my future. Unfortunately, my comrades were not as lucky as me."

Mr. Chen sighed, then smiled and said, "But they are also returning to their hometowns in batches to rest in peace. I witnessed the prosperity of our motherland on their behalf, and I will have something to brag about to them after I go down in the world."

(End of this chapter)