Dvalin, I'm Here to Negotiate (Continued)

Guizhong, who was eating a flatbread, quickly floated over.

"What happened? Did you cut yourself?"

"No... I won't get hurt even if I cut myself. I'm a Demon God, after all, Sister Guizhong."

"Hehe! It's mainly because you look too weak that it's easy to forget that."

Guizhong scratched his head, still happily chewing away.

The cooking utensils and seasonings on this table were all brought by Heulia, while the ingredients were carefully selected by Guizhong. Naturally, it was Guizhong, who had a sweet tooth, who suggested cooking a meal for everyone.

Heulia puffed out her fair cheeks and gave Guizhong a disgruntled look.

"Instead of laughing at me, Sister Guizhong, you should hurry up and figure out this spatial magic!"

"I'm working on it, I'm working on it, don't rush me."

Guizhong turned around and flew to the edge of space again, drifting around and observing, while constantly calculating something with his fingers.

While the brutes of the fighting faction were doing the hard labor, these two Demon God naturally weren't slacking off either, each doing their best in their respective roles. Just as during the Archon War, Maria was fighting, while they always managed to handle various logistical and defensive tasks, never merely serving as decorative objects to be protected.

"Ah!!!"

Fushé struggled fiercely, and at the same time, dense black energy erupted from his body, like some kind of out-of-control pollution source.

The three Yaksha holding him down maintained a firm gaze and never loosened their grip.

Even though the filth emanating from it was so thick that even Yaksha would be terrified, seeing the Salt King with his hand on Fushé's chest and his calm, unwavering gaze brought him peace of mind.

Soon, Fushé's grayish-black skin gradually returned to a healthy flesh color, starting from his chest.

"We did it! Hang in there a little longer!"

A smile appeared on Yingda's face.

But even without her reminder, at the most crucial moment when they could save their brother, neither Fanan nor Xiao could afford to relax in the slightest.

Maria ignored the three men's reactions. She could easily subdue Fushé herself; she had only sent the Yaksha to satisfy their urgent desire to save their brother. At this moment, she was focused on assessing Fushé's physical condition—a rare opportunity to openly operate on the Yaksha, so she naturally wanted to observe him carefully and synchronize the relevant data to the Anqi Network.

As long as new knowledge isn't at a high level like the Pseudo-God Mode or the Cocoon of the Finality, which could directly threaten the Anqi Network, then the Anqi Faction will never have too much.

"Fushé, you held back for the last moment."

Maria did not deliberately delay; after the blood transfusion was basically completed, she injected a large amount of her own blood one last time.

"Bang!!!"

A cloud of blood mist burst from Fushé's body, instantly tearing his skin apart. This washed away the rotten wounds, flesh, and branches that were shrouded in Abyss power, and he quickly regenerated in the blood.

"Spread."

"Yes!" ×3

The Three Yakshas obeyed completely and retreated instantly.

Maria also withdrew her hand and took two steps back.

The gentle and considerate Fanan immediately took a water-moistened towel and came over to carefully and respectfully wipe the Salt King's hands.

On the ground, the struggling, writhing Fushé were visibly regenerating their skin and limbs amidst a blood mist.

"Ahhh... Uh!"

After one last painful arching motion of his back, Fushé, now fully recovered, collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Yaksha Faction indeed tough-skinned and generally very tolerant of pain.

But Fushé had endured five hundred years of hardship, resulting in immense mental exhaustion. Furthermore, the pain of his flesh and blood being replaced and regenerated was far beyond what ordinary injuries could cause, so he fell into a coma.

Fanan wiped Maria's hands clean and straightened her sleeves, then the Three Yakshas stared at her with expectant eyes.

Maria smiled gently.

"He's cured. Now we just need to wait for him to wake up."

"Thank you Salt King!" ×3

The three bowed deeply in gratitude. Even the most reserved Xiao wore a relieved and joyful smile.

At the same time, the aroma of food wafted from the open-air stove not far away.

When Fushé woke up, the sisters Fanan and Yingda were squatting on either side of him, sometimes poking his face, sometimes moving his arm, as if they were checking on his condition.

Fushé sat up straight, scratching his head with one hand and touching his chin with the other, as if deep in thought.

"So, I didn't die, I'm alive again... Don't burn it! It just grew back! If you burn it, you'll go bald!"

"I told you long ago, big brother, you'd be perfect with a shaved head. This is the perfect opportunity for you to experience whether you're truly dead or not!"

"Hey! Is this how you treat me after all this time we haven't seen each other for so long?"

Fushé used all four hands to help his head, staring at Yingda whose hands were burning.

Yingda, of course, glared back defiantly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Then two girls, one in red and one in blue, pounced on Fushé and hugged him tightly.

"Brother Fushé..."

"Ah, I'm alright now. I know you must have been worried about me, right?..."

Fushé held down his two younger sisters' heads, his honest face showing a tender smile that belied his tough nature.

Then he looked at Xiao standing to the side and opened his remaining two hands.

"Jinpeng, you can come and hug me too, I still have hands!"

"... Let's skip it."

Xiao scratched his face, reluctant to admit that he had actually had a fleeting thought just now.

Fushé blinked, then kicked Xiao in the shin.

Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao's body swayed, a pair of strong, iron-like hands grabbed him and pulled him into their arms without warning.

Fushé held his younger siblings and let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's so good to see that you're all still here."

After enduring five hundred years of darkness alone, Fushé's first concern was not for himself, but for his seemingly healthy younger siblings.

This is the elder brother's duty.

"Hey, isn't this Fushé? Long time no see, let's chew~~"

"... Dust King!?"

"That's right, it's me, the smart and adorable Guizhong! Aren't you surprised?"

"Yes, yes, Dust King, and Salt King!"

Fushé then fully remembered his rebirth process, and looking ahead, he saw a black figure sitting alone drinking tea.