The Tathagata Divine Palm Delivers a Heroic Soul
"It's so impolite of someone from the same hometown to come knocking on the door and then chat through the door."
The Pig Butchering Knife fell repeatedly.
The crisscrossing blades sliced through the bookshelves and partitions, kicking up clouds of dust.
The Blue Oni stood behind the smoke and dust, its head pressed against the ceiling, its two eyes, one higher and one lower, staring ahead.
Sing Sing cleared his throat and said, "Brother Qingshan, it's already dawn outside. We've driven the Japanese devils away too."
"Come home with me! Our land still needs someone to till it!"
The Blue Oni swayed, its two deformed long legs taking two steps in place.
"September 18th, September 18th, from that tragic time..."
The singing echoed down the corridor.
Sing Sing's singing is terribly off-key, and his voice isn't exactly pleasant either.
But a struggle appeared on the Blue Oni, and it held its head in its arms.
"It hurts... it hurts..."
Sing Sing felt a lump in his throat. He switched the Pig Butchering Knife to his left hand and slowly extended his right hand.
"Brother, give me your hand. I'll take you upstairs, and we'll go home and have some dumplings. Cabbage and pork filling, plenty of vinegar, and the money's on Old Goldhead's tab."
The Blue Oni's breathing grew heavier, and one hand slowly reached towards Sing Sing.
Just then, two cracks automatically appeared at the top of the ceiling, and four electrode probes plunged deep into the back of the Blue Oni.
"Sizzle!"
The Blue Oni roared, and the electric shock completely obliterated the newly emerged Qingming.
I'll fuck you!
Sing Sing's eyes were bloodshot.
"You've ruined him like this, and you're still worried he'll remember who he is! You bunch of heartless, childless bastards!"
Those bastards had no intention of leaving Gu Qingshan a way out.
Since things have come to this point, only physical salvation is possible.
The Pig Butchering Knife drew a semicircle, Tianshan Cold Iron emitted a high-pitched, clear sound.
The irrational Blue Oni charged forward, his right arm sweeping out with a whooshing sound.
Sing Sing Chow Divine Movement, Hundred Transformations footwork to lean to the left, just in time to avoid the heavy blow.
He flipped his wrist, Pig Butchering Knife's knife slashed down on the monster's wrist joint.
As before, his wrist quickly regenerated after being severed, and his left hand stabbed straight at Sing Sing's throat.
Sing Sing raised his hand and grabbed its wrist bone, using the momentum to pull it to the side.
The sharp fingernails pierced the wooden door completely.
The Pig Butchering Knife moved continuously along the joint, and the stuck left arm was brutally ripped away to the bone.
The Blue Oni ignored the arm, opened its jaws, and lunged straight for Sing Sing's head.
Sing Sing stepped back to avoid the attack, and three throwing knives slid from his sleeve into his palm, their cold light shooting out like shooting stars.
The throwing knives were arranged in a triangular pattern; two were used to seal the eye sockets, and the last one was driven into the throat.
The monster's massive body was knocked backward.
Granulation tissue quickly swelled up around the wound, and the throwing knives were pushed out little by little by the newly formed tissue, falling to the ground one after another.
The left arm, which had been reduced to a skeleton, was once again covered with muscle.
The Blue Oni recovered even faster.
Each time a wound closes, the purplish-red nodule below its sternum bulges.
Sing Sing's gaze lingered there.
The cross-sectional diagram left by Morikawa Kiyoshi flashed through my mind.
Gu Qingshan's heart and lungs had already failed.
The fusion core below the sternum is responsible for blood supply and energy delivery; all other transplanted tissues depend on it for maintenance.
To keep the core running, Gu Qingshan must remain in this state forever.
Destroy the core, and this body, tormented for years, will also come to an end.
To let him continue living would be the greatest cruelty to him.
"Senior, please forgive me!" Sing Sing tucked the Pig Butchering Knife behind his back. "The person who couldn't take you home back then has arrived today!"
Sing Sing brought his palms to his waist, and the Inner Qi in his dantian was rapidly compressed, surging into his arms along the meridians.
The sleeves of his suit jacket were stretched open by his inner energy, and golden light gathered in his palm.
The outline of a Buddha's palm rose from behind Sing Sing, its golden shadow filling the entire corridor.
The Blue Oni had already rushed towards him.
Sing Sing stared directly at the strangely stitched face and thrust his right palm out flat.
"Tathagata Divine Palm!"
The golden palm strike surged forward.
The palm strike collided head-on with the Blue Oni, the violent force penetrating through layers of proliferating tissue and pressing down entirely on the fusion core beneath the sternum.
Cracks appeared on both sides of the corridor.
The massive body of the Blue Oni was pushed backward by the palm shadows, its two long legs tearing deep furrows in the carpet.
The purplish-red nodule on his chest cracked with dense lines, the energy source shattered completely, and the gene chain that had been forcibly stitched together for decades began to collapse irreversibly.
The purplish-blue skin lost its luster, and the proliferating tissue sloughed off from the limbs, turning into fine dust.
The head, as big as a water vat, grew smaller and smaller, and in just a few breaths, the bluish-purple ghost face disappeared.
Lying quietly in the ruins was a thin young man with a clean-cut buzz cut, wearing a coarse old cotton jacket.
His face was upright, and his eyebrows and eyes faintly revealed a down-to-earth and honest nature, like someone who had worked hard in the fields.
This is the young man frozen in the archival photograph, the real Gu Qingshan.
The sandification of his body had rapidly spread to his neck.
Gu Qingshan opened his eyes, his gaze clear.
He looked at Sing Sing leaning against the wall and gave him a simple, honest smile.
"Take me... home."
These four words carry not a trace of Beast's roar, but only the longing of a wanderer who has been adrift for half a century.
After saying this, Gu Qingshan's mangled body completely turned to sand, turning into fine ashes that fell onto the carpet.
Sing Sing stepped forward, bent down, and pulled out the modified, upgraded Dimension Box from his pocket.
"Open Sesame."
The box popped open, and Sing Sing, who had pulled out a brand-new tin box, knelt down on one knee and used both hands to gather the ashes from the ground, one handful at a time.
A few specks of dust lingered between his fingers, and he took out a sealed bag and a soft brush.
Little by little, carefully and meticulously, they swept the dust from the carpet into the bag, determined not to leave even a trace of the martyrs' blood and bones in a foreign land.
Sing Sing, his ashes completely encased in the box, stood up straight and scanned the corridor filled with shame and bloodshed.
Every brick here is soaked in the blood of the China people.
Sing Sing then pulled out a few more of Wenxi's special bombs from the Dimension Box, expressionlessly turned on the timer, and casually tossed them into various blind spots.
Screw live experiments!
Screw the rules of ghost stories!
He's going to destroy this despicable place that eats people alive today!!
"BOOM!"
The ceiling began to collapse, and the piercing sound of snapping steel bars drowned out the alarm playing across the entire frequency band.
Sing Sing is running wildly against the flow of flames.
He plunged into the abandoned control room he had initially infiltrated; the elevator shaft above him was the only way to survival.
"Go."
He pushed off the ground with both feet, alternating between stepping on the walls on either side of the passage to climb upwards.
The B2 level underneath completely collapsed.
Beneath his feet, the B2 level, which had imprisoned his compatriots for half a century, completely collapsed into a rubble that buried bones.