Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 351 - 274: A Blood Incident Triggered by a Pus Sore

Chapter 351: Chapter 274: A Blood Incident Triggered by a Pus Sore

"You take the knife and walk towards the corpse."

"You want to dissect it to study its structure."

"Although it’s dangerous, it clearly means a lot."

"Pan Hao cowers nearby, having never seen such a righteous person before—except for Saints, of course."

"Pan Hao claims that if you die heroically, he will immediately flee back to the temple and wait for your regal return in the next Reincarnation."

"You readily agree, saying that after you die violently, you’d lie in bed for a year, until you felt comfortable enough to stage ’Return of the Dead: Season Five.’"

"Ha ha, the two of them even start arguing."

Wang Hao gets a bit nervous, glued to the screen.

Sure enough, the plot starts getting bizarre!

"You and Pan Hao continue to bicker, but you don’t stop your work. Its skeleton does resemble that of a human, with extremely developed muscles, its organs connected by tough fascia, the tensile strength of which far exceeds that of ordinary animals. You even suspect its physical strength is much superior to that of any animal."

"Finally, you start dissecting its brain."

"Suddenly, your hand trembles, and you stop."

"You find large Pus Sores inside its head? The pus inside them exerts a soul-level attraction on you, like the mysterious fragrance of orange juice, filling your brain, compelling you to eat it. [Photo]"

"You keep swallowing saliva to resist this mental temptation. Do you want to eat it? Yes/No."

Wang Hao can’t help but swallow too.

"No," right? Eating it would mean death.

He continues to read.

"You endure the temptation and do not eat."

"But just then, someone snatches the red sore and swallows it whole!"

"It turns out it’s Pan Hao!"

"He couldn’t resist the temptation and ate the Pus Sore."

"You are shocked and choose..."

"1. Kill him."

"2. Observe him."

"3. Insult him: ’You’re such an idiot!’"

"4. Take him back to the temple and give him some hot water, after all, hot water cures everything."

"This plot is so freaking awesome!" Wang Hao is stunned, hardly knowing how often he’s said this.

He clicks on the photo again, takes a glance at this red Pus Sore, so disgusting, and they could eat it raw?

Just then, the subway jolts.

Wang Hao snaps out of it, realizing he’s still on the subway.

"Ding-dong~ Next stop, Shangri-La Station, please be careful when exiting and watch your step."

Wang Hao can only put away his phone and step off the subway.

"Play more later!"

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"Why did you eat that thing? You said so yourself!"

Li Qingshan feels his scalp tingle and quickly drags Pan Hao, who is writhing and convulsing on the ground, into the broken temple.

Pan Hao’s body starts sprouting colorful Pus Sores, red, green, yellow, purple... endlessly emerging from his skin!

Just seeing these things triggers Li Qingshan’s trypophobia.

His scalp tingles as he instinctively tightens his grip on the Rune Blade.

"Ah... ah! It hurts so bad!"

Pan Hao, in a state of breakdown, constantly moans, his body twisting like a crawling slug, a large amount of mucus seeping from his skin.

In a blink of an eye, Pan Hao’s outer skin starts to peel off, like a snake shedding, his whole human skin nearly falling off.

"Turned into a monster?"

Li Qingshan holds his breath, fully focused, intending to give Pan Hao some relief.

But for some reason, the colorful Pus Sores growing on Pan Hao surprisingly give him a very delicious, strange illusion.

So, he decides to wait and see!

This accursed place, death at every turn!

The more you die now, the fewer Investigators will die later.

"Hey, are you still alive? Can you talk? Need a shot?"

Li Qingshan can only inject him with some painkillers to alleviate the current pain.

"I, I... it hurts so damn bad!"

"If it’s unbearable, should I give you relief? Want me to end it?"

"Don’t, don’t!" Old Pan, afraid of death, desperately persists, "I can still... endure! Water, give me water, hot hot hot water!"

After God knows how long, Pan Hao slowly recovers from that agonizing state, his body covered in a wet, sticky substance. The colorfully strange Pus Sores eerily heal up.

Touching his body, a layer of human skin peels off directly.

"I’m okay?" Pan Hao startles, rubbing his hands together, skin falling off like tree bark.

But beneath the old skin, new skin, like that of a young person’s, fair and tender, as if he were thirty again.

"I’m okay now? I’ve come back to life!" Pan Hao starts questioning life.

"Are you Pan Hao?" Li Qingshan, holding the knife, asks, "Report the passphrase! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll stab you."

"That, umm... root of 1354? What is that again, let me calculate." Pan Hao picks up a stick and starts doing math on the ground.

It is a simple and effective way to confirm one’s identity.

is the current time on a mechanical clock, and "square root calculation" is purely a mathematical problem.

Algorithms are deeper memories, more difficult to access than regular memories, a high crystallization of rationality.

Some weird Supernatural Abilities can access human memories, but they struggle to access "algorithms" and understand them, even if they do.

Pan Hao scribbles on the ground with the stick, and finally reports the result: "36.7967, I should be right, right?"

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