northernbook Chapter 210 The End of the Road
Chapter 210 The End of the Road
"Oh, is it five hundred jin?"
"Including wheelchairs and robotic arms."
The three of them gasped; something was wrong.
"Is there something wrong with the surrounding restrictions? How come they're so much heavier than us?"
Zhong Ming shrugged. He didn't know either. He had even considered having all his dentures pulled out, but then he felt he shouldn't.
Although his dentures were fancy, they weren't anything particularly rare. Oxygen stones, mid-grade spirit stones, storage stones... what contraband could they possibly contain?
So someone is deliberately targeting me? That's unlikely.
Zhong Ming's first thought was the Yan family, but did the Yan family have the qualifications? Last time they were sneaking around during the secret realm assessment, would they dare to be open and aboveboard this time?
Before he was certain that the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Jade Flower seed was truly in his possession, he didn't believe that these people could detect the spirit nursing home that had already been refined and was still stored in his storage bag.
Then it can only be your own problem.
He cursed under his breath, "Damn dragon soul, what realm were you in your previous life? Golden Core? Nascent Soul? Am I carrying the weight of a Nascent Soul cultivator?"
He gasped for breath, then gave Chen Dahai a bitter laugh, "Brother Chen, if I can't hold on any longer, you'll have to help me out."
"Of course, that goes without saying." Chen Dahai patted the wheelchair twice, indicating that his master's wife's craftsmanship was excellent.
Zhong Ming began to take steps forward, as if his feet were wrapped with hundreds of pounds of sandbags, making it difficult to lift his legs, but he still walked with difficulty.
"Captain, keep going! If you really can't manage, I'll carry you up."
Xuanjing chuckled, but he was actually already sticking travel talismans onto his arms and legs.
"Here, put them on first." He also put two stickers on Zhong Ming.
The effect of the travel talisman was not as good as expected. The pressure around him was not reduced at all. It only reduced the strength required to lift his leg, which made Zhong Ming's walking posture more normal.
"Thank you."
"Hehe, my talisman, all wrapped up."
After walking for a while longer, Zhong Ming became increasingly exhausted, his whole body covered in sweat. If someone had been pressing hard on his muscles earlier, now his internal organs were being squeezed so tightly they were practically being squeezed to death. He wasn't even sure if he would die on the spot if he took a few more steps.
The bone looks like it's... cracked?
Xuan Jing quietly circled around to Zhong Ming's back. Seeing him walking unsteadily, he sensed something was wrong. He made a snap decision, seized the opportunity, suddenly hugged Zhong Ming, half-squatted down, and forcefully hoisted Zhong Ming up onto his back.
"Hehehe, Captain, you're not heavy either."
"Hmm...it seems...weight...cannot be conducted."
The pressure on an individual is not passed on to the person carrying them. For Xuan Jing, it simply means there is an extra person's weight, while the pressure borne by Zhong Ming is not passed on to him.
This is the oppression of the Great Dao, as if it were going to crush Zhong Ming directly. He is still alive now only because he has transcended the physical body of an ordinary person.
"Captain, if you really can't take it anymore, just quit." Xuan Jing's voice trembled slightly. He didn't understand why his captain was suddenly dying.
We're almost at the summit. As the announcement said, the difficulty has decreased significantly, and we still have some time to spare.
"Put me down." Zhong Ming's voice was weak, but a firmness emanated from his voice and from the depths of his soul.
On the path near the mountaintop, Zhong Ming's eyes were glazed over. The already transparent road gradually blurred in his eyes, and the beautiful mountain scenery on both sides vaguely turned into two green mountains behind Qingxi Town. He walked forward on the small mountain path, crying.
The excruciating pain throughout his body made it difficult for him to breathe. He looked at his hands; the veins were clearly visible, bluish-purple in color.
Oh, right now?
Zhong Ming looked up and exhaled, even though he couldn't open his eyes.
I was bitten by a venomous snake while playing in the mountains, and my ankle swelled up like a ball.
He remembered that he staggered into the town entrance and was taken to the clinic by an uncle from the pastry shop he had met before.
It's nothing serious. These snakes aren't fatal; you'll just feel swelling and pain after being bitten.
He walked slowly, dragging his feet, and vaguely saw that there were quite a few people ahead of him.
Hey, the town entrance is just ahead, just one more step, just one more step!
Zhong Ming shuffled forward a little further, as if he were getting closer to the bustling crowd. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but after a few movements, no sound came out.
Just one more step, just one more step!
His heart was screaming, but there was no power to respond. His limbs seemed to have completely disappeared, and he could not sense their existence. His spiritual power was dormant in his dantian, and everything in his body was silent.
Suddenly, a face came close.
Oh, the uncle is here.
The person's face gradually became clear. Zhong Ming had just relaxed when he saw the other person and suddenly snapped back to reality.
Gao Jin! You damn Gao Jin!
His face was filled with an arrogant smile, and he spoke in a voice that sounded like he was looking at a pig, his arrogant voice making my eardrums ache.
"Gao Jin!" Zhong Ming's body twitched, the only remaining strength he had was his mouth, revealing his snow-white teeth as he prepared to bite fiercely.
The other party did not back down, but instead lingered a few feet in front of him in a mocking manner.
An indescribable hatred surged into his heart.
Give me strength, give me strength! I need strength, I want to tear them apart!
The roar of the bell echoed within his body; it was a powerful obsession of the soul, and a deep-seated hatred flowed within him.
The spiritual energy did not respond to him, nor did the blood.
The only response he received was from that hidden dark power.
Above the lake of the heart, the long-absent dragon soul raised its head again, coldly looking at the lake surface and the struggling soul beneath it.
So, accept it.
I give you strength.
The flesh and blood of the mortal Zhong Ming were completely locked up, but the dragon flesh began to move slowly, gradually encroaching on the untouched areas, like inserting thin strings into the limbs of a puppet, occupying the original positions of the bones, and slowly pulling the flesh and blood to move.
Zhong Ming got up, two forces were clashing fiercely within him: the dark belief of hatred and the primal warning of his heart.
He was catching up; Gao Jin was right in front of him.
Suddenly, for some reason, he had a premonition that if he took one step forward, he would no longer be an avenger, but like hundreds of townspeople, an ordinary body that had been corrupted into a puppet after eating dragon meat, a puppet to be manipulated at will.