Celestial Human Diagram

Chapter 345 - 76: Possession

Chen Chuan arrived at the small cabin’s door, took out his key, unlocked it, and pushed his way inside, heading straight for the inner room.

There was little furniture inside. A man lay on the floor, bound tightly from head to toe with rope, his mouth sealed with duct tape.

The man looked to be in his fifties, with thinning hair. The glasses he had been wearing had fallen to the floor. Seeing Chen Chuan approach, he immediately began to squirm and struggle, making muffled whimpering sounds.

Chen Chuan walked over, picked up the glasses, and placed them back on the man’s face. He said calmly, "Mr. Feng, no need to worry. You’ll be free soon."

A terrified look filled the man’s eyes. He struggled desperately, as if begging for his life.

But Chen Chuan felt no pity. This Mr. Feng Gai was an Implant doctor, but he had a peculiar hobby. He believed the internal organs and bones of the human body possessed a unique beauty—a beauty that could be extracted.

He had established a human farm in his clinic, "raising" people he had selected and abducted from the Lower City District.

Periodically, he would relish the process of harvesting their tissues and organs.

To ensure the organs remained viable and to satisfy his personal desires, he would use drugs and hypnosis to keep them alive during the procedure. The victims were forced to watch the entire process. Afterward, he would encase the organs in a special biofilm, creating a crystal-like effect, and display them in a showroom.

The man had been sued and arrested several times, but with his connections among the upper-class, he always escaped judgment with the help of a Litigation Master, at most paying a fine.

Not long ago, he had even held a "Crystal Organ Exhibition," inviting a group of people to admire his "collection."

Chen Chuan had learned of this man from the fringe channels. Although the fringe channels were generally reliable, he had still gone to verify the information himself. After confirming the situation was true, he decided to use this man as a sacrifice.

This time, he had Wubei directly paralyze both his and his security’s Realm Tokens and interfere with the security team’s Implant Domain exchange, making it easy to abduct him.

Feng Gai was now desperately trying to shout. If one could make out the sounds, they would know it was something like "I have money, let me go," but with his mouth sealed, all that came out were muffled, unintelligible noises.

Chen Chuan didn’t waste any more words on him. He lifted the man with one hand and walked out of the cabin.

He opened the trunk of his car, placed the man inside, then took the Raccoon Cat Stone Token from his pocket and tossed it onto the man’s body before slowly closing the trunk.

He returned to the driver’s seat. While fastening his seatbelt, he made one final contact with Gao Ming and Wubei before leaving the city. Then, he started the car and drove out of town.

Feng Gai was plunged into darkness. He knew Chen Chuan was about to make his move. The uncertainty of where he was being taken filled his heart with dread and terror for the unknown.

But soon, he wouldn’t need to think about that anymore. After a short while, his eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a piercing scream. Though his mouth was taped shut, the intense pain still caused him to make a tremendous noise.

He felt something burrowing into his stomach and gnawing away wantonly. As an Implant doctor, he could feel and precisely identify which part of him was being devoured at that moment, which only deepened the torture, driving him to struggle with near-madness.

He thrashed and rolled frantically, his entire body looking as if it would burst out of the trunk. In just a moment, a large pool of fluid appeared beneath him.

Chen Chuan felt the commotion coming from the trunk but ignored it. The car soon left Central City and turned onto the westward National Path. After about ten minutes of driving, the sounds from the back finally ceased.

He slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out, and walked to the trunk. He reached out and opened it. Feng Gai was dead inside, his face twisted in a silent scream, his eyes wide open.

There were no external wounds on his body. All the damage was internal. His brain, organs, and muscles had been completely devoured, leaving his limbs and torso shriveled. Only a complete layer of skin and his skeleton remained.

He had become the very kind of art he himself had so admired.

Chen Chuan retrieved the Stone Token. He glanced at his watch. The Lianwei Zhongyu convoy had been gone for about forty minutes. Based on the convoy’s standard speed, it would be out of the anomaly’s range in another ten to twenty minutes. It was time to act.

He brought the Stone Token before him and knocked on it with his knuckles.

You Xing needed to kowtow when activating it because he himself was part of the sacrifice during the initiation, a subordinate in the ritual. But Chen Chuan didn’t need to. He was merely demanding the anomaly fulfill the ritual’s terms.

After he knocked, the Raccoon Cat Stone Token vibrated lightly. Immediately, his Second Self showed clear signs of becoming ethereal.

He looked up, gazing down the National Path. ’The ritual has begun,’ he knew.

Within the Lianwei Zhongyu convoy, Zhao Qian sat in his private car. He was currently speaking with the security team members via his Realm Token. He hadn’t participated in company operations for nearly half a year, and now he needed to remind these people of his presence.

Furthermore, during the quarterly performance reviews, these security guards would also fill out a feedback form on their superiors. In most cases, their opinions didn’t matter much; the attitude of the company’s upper management was what was truly important.

But by winning them over, he could at least avoid being an unpopular figure, giving his competitors one less pretext to use against him.

After finishing his conversation with the main security team members, he checked his watch. They had been on the road for just under an hour. So far, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

He had his assistant open the storage compartment and pour him a "Pure Blood" drink, thinking a glass would help him feel more alert. But just as the beverage entered his mouth, a gut-wrenching pain erupted from inside his body.

He let out a grunt, and the hand holding the glass trembled, spilling the drink onto the front of his shirt.

He clamped a hand over his mouth, but the red liquid still seeped through his fingers, making it impossible to tell if it was real blood or the drink itself.

As the pain intensified, his pupils dilated, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. He could clearly feel an invisible entity wantonly gnawing and gouging out his Mutated Organization and internal organs.

The assistant noticed something was wrong. He had never seen Zhao Qian in so much pain before and asked with a mix of panic and concern, "Manager, are you... feeling unwell?"

Zhao Qian didn’t know what was happening, his mind instantly racing through numerous possibilities. As a Third Limit Fighter, his mind could remain clear even under such an attack. He lowered his voice and said, "What are you panicking for? Get me the emergency medicine I prepared."

"Oh, yes, yes."

The assistant quickly retrieved a medical kit from another storage compartment. Zhao Qian took out a few cyan pills and swallowed them in one go with the remaining half a glass of the drink.

This was an emergency medicine made by the Cyan Bag Jade Workshop for Fighters, the best on the market. In this regard, it was even better than what Celestial Hundred Herbs produced. It could stimulate his Life Force, allowing his Mutated Organization and injuries to recover rapidly in a short time.

And with the abilities of a Third Limit Fighter, as long as he could endure this immediate crisis, he could even regenerate all his missing parts on his own, provided he received enough nutrients afterward.

However, to his surprise, his actions seemed to excite the invisible force even more. It stopped gnawing on other areas and instead specifically targeted the rapidly regrowing tissues and organs, tormenting them repeatedly.

Zhao Qian’s face suddenly turned pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He realized something was terribly wrong. If this continued, he could die right here.

Suppressing his voice, he said to his assistant, "Don’t make a scene. Go get Mr. Chi."

"Yes, yes." The assistant quickly used his Realm Token to contact him.

A moment later, a car drove up, pulling alongside Zhao Qian’s vehicle. The person inside rolled down their window. The window of Zhao Qian’s car also lowered, revealing his face.

The moment Chi Duan saw Zhao Qian, he was taken aback.

Zhao Qian’s aura was incredibly weak. A Third Limit Fighter’s Life Force was exceptionally resilient, so his current state indicated that the situation was extremely serious.

In truth, the anomaly had inflicted immense damage on Zhao Qian, destroying nearly half his organs and internal tissues in one go. If not for the fact that Fighters of his Limit possessed two sets of organs to sustain life, he would already be dead. Even so, if he hadn’t taken the medicine, he wouldn’t have the strength to speak at all. He was merely holding on by a thread.

Chi Duan asked, "Mr. Zhao, what’s the situation?"

Zhao Qian said, "Someone must have ambushed me. I’m not sure what method they used, but I can’t go on. I have to return to Central City for treatment."

Chi Duan said, "Mr. Zhao, do you need the convoy to turn back?"

Zhao Qian said calmly, "That’s impossible. I can only go back on my own. But I suspect the person who ambushed me may have more than one plan in motion. There could be trouble on the road. I need you to escort me back."

Chi Duan replied without hesitation, "I can do that." He was only responsible for Zhao Qian personally; the convoy was not his concern.

Zhao Qian then instructed his assistant, "Go inform Captain Peregrine Falcon."

The assistant quickly contacted the security captain with his Realm Token. Once connected, he said, "Manager Zhao has fallen suddenly ill. It’s very likely he was poisoned. He needs to return to Central City for treatment immediately."

Peregrine Falcon’s stern voice came through: "If Manager Zhao is unwell, he may leave the convoy and drive his own vehicle back."

The escort route and schedule were strictly planned. They would not turn back for one person. Besides, it was Zhao Qian’s own problem; it was impossible to make the entire team take responsibility for it.

The assistant said hastily, "We also need the manager’s security detail to leave with us."

Peregrine Falcon replied in the same emotionless tone, "I’m sorry, you cannot take the security detail with you."

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