Chapter 2831: Chapter 2826: Tongue Sword

No wonder Master doesn’t talk much and insisted I come in and take a look myself.

The scene isn’t exactly scary, but it does have a certain...atmosphere.

Having successfully found the source of the sound, Fu Qian rubbed his chin, seriously appreciating the tableau before him.

Dark greenish-black, long and thin with no flesh, each finger sporting four joints.

That hand currently absorbed in its performance really did look somewhat suited to playing instruments.

It’s just a pity, like many geniuses, that it’s heavily limited by circumstances.

The Rebirth Club lot clearly have no sense of aesthetics—none of them thought to bring a piano into the lab.

Fortunately, this area is already fairly close to where the incident happened; you can see damage on some of the equipment.

For example, those bottles and jars that hand is toying with clearly came from beyond the shattered window beside it.

Judging from the size of the gap, it might well have crawled in through there and fished them out one by one.

In short, very full of Spirit—but why?

Fu Qian certainly didn’t doubt that this hand could easily smash glass; one look and you can tell it’s part of the Rebirth Club’s stockpile.

Yes, a segment of Transcendent limb that’s not particularly powerful, originally meant to be grafted onto some lucky client.

But that’s exactly where the problem lies: how did something this flimsy manage to last until now?

Earlier there was Lu Ming and Kikuchi’s insane fusion, sweeping up all of the Rebirth Club’s cherished pieces onto themselves.

Then Old Master Yibu’s thunderous roar afterward—never mind the ones too tough to completely wipe out, the kind of thing that should turn to dust with a wave of the hand still surviving is really hard to explain.

And more importantly, where did this leisurely artistic mood come from?

It’s true that severed Transcendent limbs don’t die entirely, and right now they clearly aren’t being monitored.

But if you say hunting and feeding, that kind of basic survival instinct would make more sense. Having artistic pursuits on top of that—isn’t that a bit much?

Thump! Tap!

While he was musing, the hand’s performance continued, completely ignoring the newcomer, immersed in its own art.

Thump—thump thump!

Fu Qian might not be a professional, but he has, after all, been artistically influenced by both Tan Ying and the Pontiff.

Facing this "everyone else doesn’t exist" attitude, he simply raised his hand and knocked on a pipe beside him.

Turns out artistic communication really does transcend words and language.

Changing from solo to symphony, the hand seemed a bit unable to cope; its movements stiffened at once.

...

This is not a good omen.

One move and he’s already desecrated the art, but Fu Qian felt no sense of achievement—instead, he was even more impressed by how serious the problem was.

This artistic Talent actually isn’t just an act, but comes from real intellect?

If his interference had absolutely no effect, the situation would actually be simpler.

But the hand’s reaction made it feel like there really was a person behind it.

Too much time passed, it evolved and grew a brain?

It’s not an octopus; a hand shaped like this should be lacking the innate hardware, right—clap clap!

Turns out not everyone disrespects art as much as Professor Fu.

Just as Fu Qian silently analyzed this bizarre scene, another sound suddenly joined in, sounding exactly like applause.

Combined with the earlier performance, it was like someone was about to start loudly cheering.

Clap clap——

And from that distinct rhythm, you could hear something rapidly approaching.

Oh?

At a certain moment Fu Qian turned his head, gaze landing on a deformed metal cabinet.

Bang bang!

The next second, sound really did come from there, like a palm missing its mark and slapping thin sheet metal instead—why does this palm only have two fingers?

With a little patient waiting, something finally entered his field of vision.

Two dark red, strip-like things suddenly hooked onto the cabinet’s edge.

Just like someone hiding behind it, about to peer out.

The only issue is, if those are fingers, they’re way too soft and boneless.

No nails, a wet, slick surface—more like two sharp little tongues.

Bang bang!

The next moment that thing really did start slapping continuously on top, proving the sound came from it.

And with that movement, the rest of it was finally tugged into view.

Equally bright red and long, and the two "fingers" even merged into a single strip—so it really is a tongue?

Staring at that classic forked tip, Fu Qian felt like he was looking at a Giant Serpent flicking its tongue.

Bang bang!

Continuing to slap, the thing had now completely circled out from behind the cabinet.

Sure enough, there was only the tongue, no Giant Serpent attached.

...

Also quite logical.

Once he realized it really was a tongue, Fu Qian took all of a millisecond to grant it "perfectly normal human behavior" status.

He still remembered that back on Ye Island, he’d watched a particularly special variety show.

There was a sweet-looking girl on it who performed a stunt where she tied knots in earthworms using only her tongue.

So tongues might be a bit on the freaky side, but it’s not impossible the Rebirth Club had clients with preferences in that direction.

Theoretically it could even enhance tracking abilities.

All in all, this was supposed to be a sealed-off forbidden zone, yet in the blink of an eye it was teeming with life.

The Rebirth Club’s whole stockpile looked like they’d all become sentient spirits—bang!

And his crow’s mouth seemed to kick in.

He’d just finished praising that tongue with the serpent traits for maybe boosting tracking.

Yet despite Fu Qian not making any noise at all, the next second he looked very much "spotted."

The forked tongue’s rhythmic tapping suddenly went chaotic, even pointing straight toward him from afar.

"Nice to meet you, just passing through."

In this situation, not saying hello would be a bit much.

Fu Qian nodded slightly, indicating there was no need to panic, as if there really were a startled person over there.

Vmm——

Sadly, though it was a serpent’s tongue, it shared the same astonishing sensitivity as a human’s.

Before Fu Qian even finished talking, that long strip suddenly stood ramrod straight, even emitting a sound like a sword hum.

Swish!

And not just sound—next second it turned into a Blood Thorn, shredding everything in the way between it and Fu Qian.

It really attacks like a sword? That’s not how snakes do it.

Fu Qian was clicking his tongue in genuine admiration.

The Blood Thorn didn’t even rush in a straight line, but traced a strange arc.

In its elusiveness, there was actually a hint of Swordsmanship Department’s top moves, like there really was a Sword Dao master behind it.

Clang!

Just as he was giving it a mental thumbs-up, a crisp note rang out.

Fu Qian had casually flicked out a finger, landing squarely on the incoming Blood Thorn, and it was like clashing with a real blade, producing a metallic ring.

The Blood Thorn itself skewed off course, directly punching through and burying itself in the wall to the side.

Interesting.

Despite having pulled off such a stylish counter, Fu Qian felt no pride. Instead, he lowered his head to look at his own finger.

From that single collision, his fleshly body—still top-tier even after dropping to Demigod Level—now had a fingernail shattered like a blossoming flower, everything around it a complete mess.

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