September 17, 2023 by Wyrd
In the blood vessels, there were parts with vines and parts without vines, which were very different.
The blood vessels with vines protrude in a terrifying manner.
Their bodies have been modified, with the blood vessels becoming both hard and resilient.
During the growth of the vines, they could not remain thin all the time; they became thick, causing the blood vessels to become rugged and uneven.
From Fang Qi’s heart, it extended all the way to the junction of his arms and shoulders, then continued to grow along his arms, possibly extending indefinitely, even breaking through his fingertips.
This shocking scene made one’s blood vessels ache.
Especially when looking at the rugged parts of the blood vessels.
The blood vessels were too tenacious.
So was this body.
New players entering the Flower God’s temple all look at this high school student, including Ning Su.
After all this, Fang Qi only stiffened a bit. His breathing became unstable, but he could still walk over from the bed.
He looked at Ning Su, breathing heavily and slowly, as if every breath was pulling at his scarred heart, “I’m okay. The pain was only on the first night when my heart was pierced and shattered.”
Ning Su made a sound in response.
Fang Qi continued, “Besides me, three other players came to the Flower God’s temple. One is Dai Dong, and there’s also a couple.”
They knew about the couple, as Jia Chensheng had told them, they were from his courtyard.
“One of the couple died, and the other is also in a critical condition.”
The group was taken aback.
Fang Qi struggled to raise his arm and pointed to someone, “It’s the one huddled with her legs crossed. Her name is Meng Linjia.”
The five players followed his finger and looked over.
Indeed, there was a woman on the corner bed, huddled with legs crossed, arms wrapped around her knees, swaying slightly from the waist up, her messy hair falling on both shoulders, her eyes unfocused.
Ning Changfeng said, “Her physical condition seems okay. Why do you say she’s about to die?”
The others looked at him in surprise, wondering why he was suddenly asking questions.
They were also curious why Fang Qi said this.
Fang Qi suppressedly said, “Because she’s on the verge of going crazy, about to lose her sanity.”
Before the others could continue asking, he looked out at the moonlight coming through the window. “It should be soon.”
“What’s coming soon?”
They didn’t know why Fang Qi didn’t continue, instead; he hurried to speak about other things. “Once they were brought upstairs by the Holy Maiden, I don’t know what happened exactly, but Meng Linjia transplanted the sacred flower into her boyfriend’s body. That night, her boyfriend couldn’t hold on and died.”
Fang Qi still remembered the sounds of sorrow and despair that night.
Several people knew about the two of them; Jia Chensheng had mentioned it.
Two people had secretly loved each other for many years, and finally, when they found out their feelings were mutual, just a few days later, they had to face such a situation.
One person holding a knife, the other person’s chest pulled, and the heart cut open.
And the other person hadn’t even survived, as if she had killed him with her own hands.
That person must have felt so desperate.
Just thinking about it could make one shudder.
Ning Su pressed his chest, unsure if it was because he heard this story or for some other reason, but his heart ached a bit.
Fang Qi continued, “The morning they confirmed her boyfriend’s death, the Holy Maiden immediately transplanted the sacred flower into her.”
“Wait,” Ning Changfeng said with an unpleasant expression. “Isn’t it supposed to be five days later to transplant the sacred flower into the surviving partner?”
Fang Qi drank half a cup of holy water again. “That’s the premise if the person receiving the sacred flower survives. It’s a five-day interval because that person needs a five-day recovery period. Only when they’ve recovered and can stand up can they help with the transplantation. If they didn’t survive, would there still be a need for that five-day wait?”
It made sense, but they still wanted to curse.
What a bewildering rule.
“Meng Linjia received the transplant successfully. The head of the Haobei family, Haobei is the family that bought them as flower attendants, visited her every day for the next two days. She hadn’t come in these past few days.”
“People from the Flower God’s temple God are trying to save her.”
Save what?
Fang Qi didn’t say it; there was no need.
Two people dressed in black pushed open the door and entered, one of them carrying a sack.
They walked to Meng Linjia’s bed, opened the sack, revealing a face covered in blood and flesh.
In the grand hall, there were over a hundred flower attendants, except for a dozen or so who looked anxious. Everyone else watched quietly.
Fang Qi spoke softly with a trembling voice, “That’s his boyfriend.”
Ning Su sensed the tremor in his voice, glanced at him, and then looked at the person inside the sack.
In the five to six hundred square meters grand hall, there was only this one small round window next to them, and the moonlight could only illuminate this area.
To maintain the dark and damp environment suitable for sacred flowers to grow, in the pitch-black grand hall, only a few dim candles were lit, barely providing enough light to see the way and people.
In the black sack, that person had been dead for many days.
Amidst the blood and flesh, one could faintly see dark purple bruises. The eye sockets were two dark holes, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
If it weren’t for everyone having experienced this gruesome scene before, suddenly seeing this face in the dim light would be extremely terrifying.
His body was also strange, too short, and without legs.
A player asked hesitantly, “Why isn’t Meng Linjia reacting?”
Fang Qi said, “She did at the beginning.”
“The first time, she just screamed wildly when she saw his boyfriend’s corpse.”
“The second time, they showed her his boyfriend’s rotten and broken chest, and she cried in pain.”
“The third time, they held her hand to cut open her boyfriend’s chest again, and she struggled madly.”
“The fourth time, they threw her boyfriend’s legs onto her...”
Fang Qi spoke in a low voice, only the area touched by the moonlight in this small space, describing what he had seen and heard in this dark Flower God’s temple.
“Those times, the head of the Haobei family stood aside, laughing with excitement, but later she stopped laughing and didn’t come to see her anymore.”
Why she stopped, they all knew.
Fang Qi had just explained.
In the dark corner, a man pulled out a piece of arm from the black sack and threw it onto Meng Linjia.
Meng Linjia was still hugging her legs, rocking her upper body up and down, showing no reaction to her boyfriend’s severed arm.
The man forcibly pulled her hand, reaching into the chest that had been open for several days.
Meng Linjia still had her other arm wrapped around her legs, her upper body swaying as before, still showing no reaction.
She’s gone mad.
Zhu Shuangshuang said in a crying tone, “What on earth are they doing?”
She felt extremely uncomfortable and panicked.
Fang Qi couldn’t respond to her at the moment.
The two black-robed individuals stood silently by Meng Linjia’s bed, watching her for a while.
During this time, Meng Linjia didn’t have much of a reaction towards them. Occasionally, she would raise her head to look at them, revealing a foolish smile. Snot ran down to the corner of her mouth and, through the gap in her smile, trickled into his mouth.
One of them shook his head. “There’s no hope. Take her away.”
“No hope? Does that mean she’s about to die?” one player croaked.
Fang Qi said, “He must be saying that the sacred flower has no hope and is about to die.”
They were all momentarily stunned.
The player had gone mad, and the sacred flower had no hope.
This suddenly made them think of the failed flower attendant they had seen in Boss Qi’s place before.
She had been quiet all along, suddenly laughing like she had gone mad, and then taken away by the guards from the water prison.
Perhaps she wasn’t laughing like she had gone mad; perhaps she really had gone mad.
A heavy silence filled the grand hall.
Everyone watched in silence as the black-robed individuals carried Meng Linjia on their shoulders, an unconscious failed flower attendant who had gone mad, out of the sacred grand hall where many flower attendants raised the sacred flower.
Meng Linjia was carried away by the black-robed individuals towards the door.
Her head swayed behind the black-robed individuals, moving with their long strides.
In the darkness, when her head swung to the side and the sack caught her eyes.
Clear eyes.
Tonight, or perhaps not just tonight, she looked at the person in the sack who had been dead for a long time for the first time.
A calm and leisurely gaze.
In her eyes, there was only a glimmer, which shone on the blurred face.
The black-robed individuals’ boots made a ‘clack clack’ sound on the black stone floor, echoing in the silent grand hall.
‘Squeak - creak -‘
The heavy black gate opened.
The black-robed individuals’ footsteps fell outside the grand hall.
The light in those eyes disappeared.
Suddenly, Ning Su’s heart skipped a beat, and there was a mysterious pain again.
She wasn’t mad.
The sacred flower just had withered.
September 17, 2023 by Wyrd
In the blood vessels, there were parts with vines and parts without vines, which were very different.
The blood vessels with vines protrude in a terrifying manner.
Their bodies have been modified, with the blood vessels becoming both hard and resilient.
During the growth of the vines, they could not remain thin all the time; they became thick, causing the blood vessels to become rugged and uneven.
From Fang Qi’s heart, it extended all the way to the junction of his arms and shoulders, then continued to grow along his arms, possibly extending indefinitely, even breaking through his fingertips.
This shocking scene made one’s blood vessels ache.
Especially when looking at the rugged parts of the blood vessels.
The blood vessels were too tenacious.
So was this body.
New players entering the Flower God’s temple all look at this high school student, including Ning Su.
After all this, Fang Qi only stiffened a bit. His breathing became unstable, but he could still walk over from the bed.
He looked at Ning Su, breathing heavily and slowly, as if every breath was pulling at his scarred heart, “I’m okay. The pain was only on the first night when my heart was pierced and shattered.”
Ning Su made a sound in response.
Fang Qi continued, “Besides me, three other players came to the Flower God’s temple. One is Dai Dong, and there’s also a couple.”
They knew about the couple, as Jia Chensheng had told them, they were from his courtyard.
“One of the couple died, and the other is also in a critical condition.”
The group was taken aback.
Fang Qi struggled to raise his arm and pointed to someone, “It’s the one huddled with her legs crossed. Her name is Meng Linjia.”
The five players followed his finger and looked over.
Indeed, there was a woman on the corner bed, huddled with legs crossed, arms wrapped around her knees, swaying slightly from the waist up, her messy hair falling on both shoulders, her eyes unfocused.
Ning Changfeng said, “Her physical condition seems okay. Why do you say she’s about to die?”
The others looked at him in surprise, wondering why he was suddenly asking questions.
They were also curious why Fang Qi said this.
Fang Qi suppressedly said, “Because she’s on the verge of going crazy, about to lose her sanity.”
Before the others could continue asking, he looked out at the moonlight coming through the window. “It should be soon.”
“What’s coming soon?”
They didn’t know why Fang Qi didn’t continue, instead; he hurried to speak about other things. “Once they were brought upstairs by the Holy Maiden, I don’t know what happened exactly, but Meng Linjia transplanted the sacred flower into her boyfriend’s body. That night, her boyfriend couldn’t hold on and died.”
Fang Qi still remembered the sounds of sorrow and despair that night.
Several people knew about the two of them; Jia Chensheng had mentioned it.
Two people had secretly loved each other for many years, and finally, when they found out their feelings were mutual, just a few days later, they had to face such a situation.
One person holding a knife, the other person’s chest pulled, and the heart cut open.
And the other person hadn’t even survived, as if she had killed him with her own hands.
That person must have felt so desperate.
Just thinking about it could make one shudder.
Ning Su pressed his chest, unsure if it was because he heard this story or for some other reason, but his heart ached a bit.
Fang Qi continued, “The morning they confirmed her boyfriend’s death, the Holy Maiden immediately transplanted the sacred flower into her.”
“Wait,” Ning Changfeng said with an unpleasant expression. “Isn’t it supposed to be five days later to transplant the sacred flower into the surviving partner?”
Fang Qi drank half a cup of holy water again. “That’s the premise if the person receiving the sacred flower survives. It’s a five-day interval because that person needs a five-day recovery period. Only when they’ve recovered and can stand up can they help with the transplantation. If they didn’t survive, would there still be a need for that five-day wait?”
It made sense, but they still wanted to curse.
What a bewildering rule.
“Meng Linjia received the transplant successfully. The head of the Haobei family, Haobei is the family that bought them as flower attendants, visited her every day for the next two days. She hadn’t come in these past few days.”
“People from the Flower God’s temple God are trying to save her.”
Save what?
Fang Qi didn’t say it; there was no need.
Two people dressed in black pushed open the door and entered, one of them carrying a sack.
They walked to Meng Linjia’s bed, opened the sack, revealing a face covered in blood and flesh.
In the grand hall, there were over a hundred flower attendants, except for a dozen or so who looked anxious. Everyone else watched quietly.
Fang Qi spoke softly with a trembling voice, “That’s his boyfriend.”
Ning Su sensed the tremor in his voice, glanced at him, and then looked at the person inside the sack.
In the five to six hundred square meters grand hall, there was only this one small round window next to them, and the moonlight could only illuminate this area.
To maintain the dark and damp environment suitable for sacred flowers to grow, in the pitch-black grand hall, only a few dim candles were lit, barely providing enough light to see the way and people.
In the black sack, that person had been dead for many days.
Amidst the blood and flesh, one could faintly see dark purple bruises. The eye sockets were two dark holes, and his original appearance was completely unrecognizable.
If it weren’t for everyone having experienced this gruesome scene before, suddenly seeing this face in the dim light would be extremely terrifying.
His body was also strange, too short, and without legs.
A player asked hesitantly, “Why isn’t Meng Linjia reacting?”
Fang Qi said, “She did at the beginning.”
“The first time, she just screamed wildly when she saw his boyfriend’s corpse.”
“The second time, they showed her his boyfriend’s rotten and broken chest, and she cried in pain.”
“The third time, they held her hand to cut open her boyfriend’s chest again, and she struggled madly.”
“The fourth time, they threw her boyfriend’s legs onto her...”
Fang Qi spoke in a low voice, only the area touched by the moonlight in this small space, describing what he had seen and heard in this dark Flower God’s temple.
“Those times, the head of the Haobei family stood aside, laughing with excitement, but later she stopped laughing and didn’t come to see her anymore.”
Why she stopped, they all knew.
Fang Qi had just explained.
In the dark corner, a man pulled out a piece of arm from the black sack and threw it onto Meng Linjia.
Meng Linjia was still hugging her legs, rocking her upper body up and down, showing no reaction to her boyfriend’s severed arm.
The man forcibly pulled her hand, reaching into the chest that had been open for several days.
Meng Linjia still had her other arm wrapped around her legs, her upper body swaying as before, still showing no reaction.
She’s gone mad.
Zhu Shuangshuang said in a crying tone, “What on earth are they doing?”
She felt extremely uncomfortable and panicked.
Fang Qi couldn’t respond to her at the moment.
The two black-robed individuals stood silently by Meng Linjia’s bed, watching her for a while.
During this time, Meng Linjia didn’t have much of a reaction towards them. Occasionally, she would raise her head to look at them, revealing a foolish smile. Snot ran down to the corner of her mouth and, through the gap in her smile, trickled into his mouth.
One of them shook his head. “There’s no hope. Take her away.”
“No hope? Does that mean she’s about to die?” one player croaked.
Fang Qi said, “He must be saying that the sacred flower has no hope and is about to die.”
They were all momentarily stunned.
The player had gone mad, and the sacred flower had no hope.
This suddenly made them think of the failed flower attendant they had seen in Boss Qi’s place before.
She had been quiet all along, suddenly laughing like she had gone mad, and then taken away by the guards from the water prison.
Perhaps she wasn’t laughing like she had gone mad; perhaps she really had gone mad.
A heavy silence filled the grand hall.
Everyone watched in silence as the black-robed individuals carried Meng Linjia on their shoulders, an unconscious failed flower attendant who had gone mad, out of the sacred grand hall where many flower attendants raised the sacred flower.
Meng Linjia was carried away by the black-robed individuals towards the door.
Her head swayed behind the black-robed individuals, moving with their long strides.
In the darkness, when her head swung to the side and the sack caught her eyes.
Clear eyes.
Tonight, or perhaps not just tonight, she looked at the person in the sack who had been dead for a long time for the first time.
A calm and leisurely gaze.
In her eyes, there was only a glimmer, which shone on the blurred face.
The black-robed individuals’ boots made a ‘clack clack’ sound on the black stone floor, echoing in the silent grand hall.
‘Squeak - creak -‘
The heavy black gate opened.
The black-robed individuals’ footsteps fell outside the grand hall.
The light in those eyes disappeared.
Suddenly, Ning Su’s heart skipped a beat, and there was a mysterious pain again.
She wasn’t mad.
The sacred flower just had withered.
