"It's that? Where did Mr. Yang get it from!"

"Mr. Yang already brought this serum over while arranging for the helicopter."

"Uh..." Jiang Xiao couldn't help interrupting them, "What exactly is going on, can you explain in detail to me?"

"It's like this..."

Actually, Mr. Yang had already started investigating this incident while waiting for Jiang Xiao to arrive at the school.

As it happened.

Mr. Yang had a best friend who was also a giant in the field of history, but not long ago this friend died mysteriously, and before dying, he sent Mr. Yang a message...

"What message?" Jiang Xiao pressed.

The others shook their heads, indicating that only Mr. Yang knew the content of that message.

"And then?"

"Then Mr. Yang started to become distracted, frantically searching through historical essays and unofficial histories, and even studying theology in detail."

" Keep in mind, before this, Mr. Yang was staunchly conservative, a believer only in official history, considering unofficial histories as mere stories..."

Eventually, after perusing countless resources, he finally proved that there was an unimaginable existence that had always been accompanying mankind.

But it was untouchable, unobservable, and couldn't even be described with language...

Mr. Yang tried to tell them a few times, even at some cost.

Jiang Xiao nodded; no wonder when Mr. Yang had walked in tonight, he felt he looked haggard.

He had thought it was due to a lack of sleep on the plane, but now it seemed it was the "price" paid for their conversation.

But unfortunately, they couldn't hear a thing, and had even nearly forgotten what Mr. Yang had chatted with them about.

At first, Mr. Yang thought this was because that unimaginable existence didn't like being discussed or recorded.

But later he realized...

It wasn't that it didn't want you to talk about it, but that humans, with their thoughts and existence, simply were not worthy enough to touch even a cell of it.

Humans are like a single cell.

And that existence is like a galaxy.

How could a single cell possibly comprehend the existence of a galaxy?

So, in the end, he thought of Jiang Xiao, the "Spirit" the prophecy spoke of who could end the disaster.

"He told us before coming over that he would hide a voice recorder on his body, because he wasn't sure if the communication with you would go smoothly. If there was no result, we could replay your conversation together.."

"Obviously, this method has failed."

"Yes, but just now, not long after Mr. Yang died, I received a message from Mr. Yang."

"What?"

The man is dead; how could he send a message?

"That's the brilliance of Mr. Yang, it was a message he scheduled to send me in advance, look."

"Comrade Sun Sirao, by the time you see this message, I should have already died in the Spirit's room. Please do not be angry or blame him, because this has nothing to do with him. Listen carefully, in my bedroom there is a black box containing a serum. With it, I can live for a few more seconds, so even a god wouldn't guess that I had this 'resurrection' trick up my sleeve, haha."

"The value of this serum... is comparable to the tax revenue of an entire continent for a hundred years! With it, Mr. Yang could really come back to life!"

The strategist uses himself as bait to lure the supreme existence into the game, to make a move, gaining half a point against heaven!

These old gentlemen were immersed in Mr. Yang's great and selfless spirit.

But Jiang Xiao couldn't help asking,

"This serum you're talking about, I think I've seen it before, and I have a whole bucket of it..."

"The one you're talking about is diluted; we've checked, this serum could be diluted to make five of those medical pod nutrient solutions."

Holy shit?

If Jiang Xiao and Shi Shi had some doubts about the efficacy of the serum just now, they were now convinced to a considerable degree.

After all, the infected person in the medical pod was almost completely rotten inside and out yet was still alive and able to make conscious murmurs!

"Then don't hesitate, quick, give it to him while it's fresh!" Shi Shi couldn't help urging.

Everyone: .....

"It's not urgent; it's effective within two hours!"

"Uh, there are maggots on his body, are you sure?"

Ah, this...

Better give it to him quickly anyway!

Sun Sirao carefully picked up the syringe filled with the blue serum.

His hands were trembling slightly, not just because of the value of the serum, but because they were about to witness the birth of a miracle.

And this miracle could very well save all of humanity!

He gently inserted the needle into Mr. Yang's already cold neck, and the miraculous fluid began to flow into the veins.

The serum in the syringe gradually decreased, and Mr. Yang's body started to undergo astonishing changes.

His skin gradually turned from a dull gray to a deep blue, like the corals in the deep sea or the stars in the night sky.

This blue was not sickly, but vibrant, as if containing endless vitality.

Everyone watched in breathless anticipation; at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

"Is it not working?"

"Shut up with your crow's mouth!"

"Quiet, even fever medicine takes time to reduce a fever."

Just when they thought this dramatic attempt was about to end in failure, Mr. Yang's eyelids twitched slightly.

Then, his eyes slowly opened.

"Mr. Yang!" Sun Sirao couldn't help shouting, his voice filled with disbelief and surprise.

Mr. Yang's lips curled up slightly, and although his body was still very weak, his expression was exceedingly determined.

"Heh, God, did you foresee I would speak again? Listen closely, It is the indescribable entity, both god and monster! Named @#￥! It is the plague among them..."

'Bang!'

Suddenly, Mr. Yang's body burst open, flesh and maggots splattering into every corner of the room.

The sudden change frightened everyone.

A few with weak psychological resilience...

Uh, to be more precise, other than Jiang Xiao and Shi Shi, most people ran outside the room and started vomiting profusely.

Well, a few didn't make it outside and yakked right then and there in the room.

Shi Shi, with a darkened face, let out a cold snort, and all the wriggling maggots in the room immediately lost their signs of life.

....

"It failed."

The sky had begun to lighten; a new day was about to begin, but the life of a historical figure will forever remain in this night.

These people gathered together, and of course, they could not continue to stay in Jiang Xiao's room.

Just thinking about that utterly nauseating scene, their stomach acid was starting to surge uncontrollably.

It wasn't that they weren't respecting Mr. Yang; it is human nature. Any person with a normal psyche would be unable to stomach such a scene.

The sickening smell of fresh blood, the decaying flesh, blackened bones, and the sensation of living, wriggling maggots covering your entire body.

How could anyone endure that?

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