noffsinger Chapter 733 Departure
Chapter 733 Departure
"Where is this place?"
Chen Yile asked as he struggled to stand up.
"This is a resting place in the underworld. I am the messenger of the King of Hell, and I have been ordered to help you."
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and a young man covered in blood rushed in, his face full of horror.
"Oh no!" the young man shouted, "Another demon soul has escaped!"
Before Chen Yile could react, he saw a black shadow flash past the window.
It was a hand, with nails several inches long, drawing a strange arc in the air.
"Hurry up!" The man grabbed Chen Yile's arm. "It seems the collapse is coming faster than I expected!"
The two of them quickly rushed out of the room and ran down the corridor.
There were bursts of screams and footsteps behind them, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching them.
After turning a corner, Chen Yile saw a huge circular hall appear before his eyes. In the center of the hall stood a huge bronze tripod, engraved with ancient runes.
The man pushed him into the hall and immediately closed the heavy iron door.
The screams outside suddenly stopped, and the entire hall fell into a dead silence.
Chen Yile stood there, feeling the strange atmosphere in the air. He knew that this was just the beginning.
Seeing that the danger had temporarily stopped, the man took this opportunity to tell Chen Yile something important.
"To revive your lover, you bravely ventured into the underworld as a mortal, defying the will of heaven and changing his fate. Even the King of Hell was moved by you and preserved your lover's soul."
"But the rules of the underworld cannot be broken even by the King of Hell. On this journey, you will be trapped in various illusions and encounter all kinds of ghosts and monsters."
"In this illusion, you will forget your own purpose and become part of it like an actor. Only by breaking through these layers of illusion and passing through 108 levels can you reach the place where the King of Hell resides, where your lover is waiting for you."
At this moment, there was a "clang" sound from the door, as if a thousand-pound hammer had hit the door, shaking people's hearts.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the man formed seals with his hands and emitted a special energy that floated into the bronze tripod.
"I have good news for you. You carry an unusual destiny with you. In the underworld, you will not truly die."
The man sighed, "Going against the will of heaven and resurrecting the dead is never an easy path. You'd better take care of yourself."
The bronze tripod received the energy and began to work. Chen Yile felt dizzy, as if he was sucked into the tripod. He was in a daze and didn't know where he was.
In the original hall, the man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Yile's figure had disappeared.
As soon as Chen Yile left, the door was knocked open by a huge black hand. The man no longer hesitated and rushed forward to fight with the black hand...
The scene around Chen Yile suddenly changed, as if he had arrived in another dimension...
Somehow, Chen Yile's back suddenly started to itch.
He leaned against the cold metal back of the clinic's chair, the smell of disinfectant swirling in his nostrils.
The humming sound of the clinic's ceiling fan mixed with the chirping of cicadas outside the window, weaving a sticky web in the sultry July air.
Cold sweat slid down his spine into his waistband, and the cold air from the air conditioner gave him goose bumps all over his body.
"Mr. Chen, how long have you had this symptom?"
The doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses turned away from the X-ray film, revealing a dark brown scar on the cuff of his white coat.
"Three days."
Chen Yile tugged at the shirt stuck to his back. "At first it felt like ants crawling on my skin, then it became like needles pricking me."
As he spoke, he reached out to grab his right shoulder blade, but his fingertips retracted as if they had been electrocuted as soon as they touched the fabric.
There was a hard lump the size of a pigeon egg, which was now slightly hot through the cotton fabric.
The doctor pushed up his glasses, the lenses flashing a cold light under the fluorescent light: "Do you mind if I take a look?"
Before I could reply, the sound of rubber gloves rubbing against each other approached.
Chen Yile unbuttoned his clothes stiffly, and when his cold fingers touched his skin, he heard the doctor gasp.
The doctor's tweezers tips gently pressed on the bump.
“When did these pimples appear?”
Chen Yile stared at the winding blue blood vessels on the human anatomy diagram on the wall: "I found it while taking a shower last night."
He recalled the miserable state of his back in the mirror. There were a dozen dark red bumps along his spine. The largest one was between his shoulder blades. The skin was so thin that it was almost transparent, and he could see the bluish-black shadows slowly wriggling underneath.
The clinic suddenly became eerily quiet.
Chen Yile heard the sound of himself swallowing, the slight vibration of the air-conditioning vent, and the sound of the doctor's leather shoes rubbing against the floor as he retreated.
"Doctor Zhang?"
"I need to give you a detailed examination."
The doctor walked quickly to the locker, the air from the hem of his white coat brushing against the back of Chen Yile's neck. "Go to the treatment room and lie down. I'll have the nurse prepare the anesthesia."
Chen Yile's hand paused as he was buttoning his shirt.
The smell of disinfectant seeping from the crack of the treatment room door suddenly became pungent. At the end of the corridor, the sound of cart wheels rolling over the floor tiles came, like some kind of arthropod crawling.
"If it's just a skin disease..."
He tried to stand up, but found his legs weak.
The door of the clinic was pushed open at this time, and a nurse in a pink uniform came in carrying a metal tray with a scalpel flashing coldly on the tray.
"Mr. Chen, please come this way."
The nurse's voice seemed to come from far away.
Chen Yile noticed a circle of dark red marks on her neck, which moved on her pale skin as she spoke, as if... as if there was a breathing living thing buried under her skin.
The fluorescent tubes in the treatment room were crackling. Chen Yile was lying on the stainless steel bed with his cheek against the cold leather pad.
When the alcohol cotton ball wiped his back, he heard the nurse gasp: "Oh my God, this..."
Doctor Zhang's voice suddenly became hoarse: "Go out and lock the door."
Amid the clinking sound of metal instruments colliding, Chen Yile felt something cold against the back of his neck.
Just as he was about to turn his head, he heard the doctor's suppressed gasp: "Don't move! They will be frightened."
"they?"
Chen Yile's blood instantly froze. He heard the clicking sound of surgical scissors opening and closing, the sticky sound of peeling from his back, and then the sound of liquid dripping onto the ground.
A strong stench of decay exploded in the air, mixed with a sweet and fishy smell.
"Last year, a truck driver came to see me."
The doctor's voice trembled, and the surgical forceps suddenly made a sharp scraping sound.
"He said his back was itchy. When we cut open the lump, over 300 white larvae emerged, each the size of a grain of rice, wriggling on the operating table, covered in blood..."
The equipment fell to the ground with a clang, and Chen Yile felt warm liquid splashing on his waist.
Chen Yile's throat was filled with sourness. He heard a subtle gnawing sound on his back, like silkworms gnawing on mulberry trees in spring, but with a creepy rhythm.
Suddenly, the skin on his shoulder blade was lifted up, and the intense burning pain made him scream.