Chapter Forty-two: Change of Clothes

  Yan Feng licked the blood on his lips and still stared at Cui Meng, "You promised to say it out loud, so just say it!"

  "I'm not afraid of you knowing, because when I take your body, it's when you see King Yan. " Cui Meng said viciously: "The reason why I can have the opportunity to reborn is that my father turned his blood, essence, magic and witchcraft into this witchcraft flower pot. This flower pot makes me immortal, plants the seeds of my life, and can also bring me people who contribute their bodies!"

  "What will you do?" asked Yan Feng.

  "It's a very strange and complicated process." Cui Meng's ferocious expression instantly transformed into a triumphant smile, his emotional changes were multifaceted, making people feel that his mind was no longer quite normal. "We'll go one by one to that lawn, as long as one foot steps on it, you'll be out of control. Don't rush, we'll line up, first is Wura, because beauties always have priority; then Linglong, then me, and finally our Commander Yan. Are you ready? Let's start."

  "Wait, you still haven't admitted it, you're the one who killed him."

  "Didn't you already know? Why do I need to admit it? Delaying the inevitable is useless, do you think you're Superman? You can't wriggle free from the rope, your ex-girlfriend has got you tied up tight!"

  "Aren't you born with magical powers? Why are you still afraid of delaying for a few minutes? I found a hair at the first crime scene, which was not Linglong's, nor the deceased's, nor the shop owner's family. When I suspected you and had it tested, it proved to be your hair, and there were also eyewitnesses who saw a short and fat person entering that farmhouse courtyard on the day of the incident, was it you? Why did you bury the body there? Was choosing Linglong intentional? Previously, you disguised yourself as Cheese and deliberately organized an online group tour to go there, what was your purpose?"

  "That's right, I'm the one who killed her. Do you know why?" Choi Mung glared at Ula sideways. "Because she was going to turn everything back around. What you said earlier is good, we people with different heads and bodies are like a chain, one on top of another. This person is the last link." Choi Mung pointed to the flower pot with magic, "Things started with me and ended with him. But if I let Ula turn things back around, then what's 'planted' in the flower pot would be my head."

  "You didn't have a body to begin with, why are you trying to occupy someone else's?"

  "Spare me the lecture. If you want to pursue this, the real culprit isn't me. You have the ability to catch the one who slaughtered eleven innocent villagers back then, and return my body to me." Cui Meng felt no remorse, and ignored Yan Feng from then on. He nodded at Wula, then covered the man's severed head with the white cloth embroidered with curses once again.

  Wu La slowly got up and walked towards the lawn, her footsteps heavy, as if she was afraid to go back to that flower pot again.

  "Wu La, don't do that, or you won't be able to turn back!" Yan Feng cried out anxiously, quickening his movements to save himself.

  Wu La stopped and didn't look back, standing quietly for a few seconds. He muttered: "I won't be able to turn back anymore."

  "You can turn back, I promise, even if you are like this, I can still accept you. Ula. Don't make the same mistake again, hurting yourself and then going on to hurt others, you won't be able to go back to the past, but we can start anew!"

  "Alright, I'll listen to you." She still didn't turn around, her voice full of bitterness and mockery. "But I want you to prove it, prove that you can accept me. Kill Cheng Linglong, and then I'll go back with you."

  Yan Feng couldn't answer, and subconsciously looked at Ling Long, only to see her standing quietly there. Although the thing covering her mouth had been removed, she still didn't make a sound, with her head hung low, her pale face illuminated by the firelight like it was transparent. Yan Feng knew that wasn't despair, but trust in him; if he really killed her, she would also believe it was just an expedient measure.

  "You don't want to kill her, do you?" Ula finally turned around, expressionless, with a pair of beautiful black eyes shining with an unfamiliar light that Yanfeng was not familiar with. "I didn't want to kill people either, but I did, and more than one. Can I turn back now? Won't you arrest me? Am I going to be sent to prison by the person I love most?"

  "Well, at least... this is a strange case, maybe there's another way out."

  "Other ways to solve it, huh? What's that supposed to mean? Send me to a lab and treat me like some kind of guinea pig? This is witchcraft, black magic. When all this can't be explained, how will I be treated as the test subject?"

  "In fact, this explanation makes sense. Or rather, it's reasonable from a macro perspective." Cui Meng suddenly interjected, "This is the reason I studied forensic medicine after changing my identity. From a medical standpoint, the brain relies on blood supplied by the heart to sustain life. If this flower pot is equivalent to the human heart and can continuously provide 'blood' to the body, it can explain why a person's head can survive in the flower pot. However, as for how it achieves this and how it performs automatic head transplantation, that's ancient science, just like how people in the past could accurately predict earthquakes and create wooden puppets that could walk automatically without any power source, but modern people can't replicate it."

  "I don't care whether it's science or superstition, the point is everything starts with you, now stop instigating Ula!" Yanfeng was furious.

  Chui Meng burst out laughing, with a scornful expression. "So I should say you deserve her torment, did I instruct? Ask her what she wants to do?" He glanced at Wula.

  Wu La looked at Yan Feng, and for an instant, his eyes revealed a complex expression, as if it was resentment, yet also determination, wanting to speak but stopping himself, and finally turned around, gritting his teeth, and stepped onto the lawn.

  She stepped onto the lawn and seemed to have her consciousness sucked away, her expression dull, her movements stiff. She slowly walked up to the stone pedestal, knelt down, pressed her head against the "head" planted in the flower pot, as if the two were kissing through the white cloth.

  Choi was excited but also terrified as he stood by and watched, while Yanfeng and Linglong were completely stunned. Just then, Wura stood still for a moment, like a statue, before a faint black mist suddenly appeared around her. The cave was windless, but the black mist seemed to be blown by something, swirling around the two heads. After another ten or so seconds, the white cloth on the flower pot suddenly moved, slowly unfolding like a large wing.

  The white cloth was placed on the flower pot and was pulled down by Cui Meng. It seemed not to be that big, but at this moment it was fully stretched out, and it was actually one meter square. Like a large tablecloth, it covered Ula's shoulders and the broken head in the flower pot, and then slowly fell down.

  "With a thud." Ula fell to the ground, then seemed to be pushed forward. Rolled into the inner side of the cave, out of the lawn's range. It wasn't until now that Yanfeng saw clearly that this person was no longer Ula, because Ula had a thick, dark brown long hair, but this person's hair was short. All of this indicated that the head swap was successful, or rather, the body swap was successful.

  That person stayed on the ground for a while, then slowly sat up. He was a man, with a man's head and body, just the last link in the human chain, that unlucky guy, Urna had taken his body, now returned it to him. He seemed unable to adapt to his own body for a moment, sitting on the ground.

  "See that? The miracle created by the great magic and secret art!" Cui exclaimed excitedly, looking a bit like a crazy scientist. "In medical terms, a successful 'head transplant' would at least allow the patient to breathe on their own, have an autonomous heartbeat, and even move on their own, but no one in the world has been able to do it yet. Do you know? The central nervous system that controls breathing and heart rate is not located in the brain, but in the medulla oblongata, at a high position in the neck. Sometimes when police officers use a certain technique to subdue an enemy, they hit them in the neck, which affects the medulla oblongata. Currently, medical science believes that the nerve fibers within the medulla oblongata are irreparable. So, I've done what cutting-edge medicine can't do!"

  "It's not you, it's your father. Where is he?" Yan Feng asked coldly, his heart unexpectedly calming down, but he didn't dare to look in Ula's direction.

  Chui Meng seemed to understand his psychology, and suddenly tore off the white cloth, Ula's severed head suddenly appeared in front of Yan Feng, causing Yan Feng to uncontrollably retch several times.

  Those days, he saw her corpse, now he sees her severed head, although she's not dead, how can he bear it?! He's heartbroken, he's guilty, he can't stand her disfigurement, but all of this, in Ula's eyes, seems like disgust and rejection, further solidifying his determination to go down the wrong path. A pair of eyes stared widely, making Linglong feel a chill from the bottom of her heart.

  At this time, the man who had regained his body recovered. He stood up in surprise and disarray, with his whole body stuck to the rock wall, pointing at Yanfeng: "You are a policeman. Save me――save me!" The experience of changing bodies must have given him a great shock, he completely lost his judgment and courage, in fact, the exit was right next to him, he just had to crouch down to leave this earthly hell. But he didn't dare take a step on the lawn, nor did he dare look around, he just stared at Yanfeng in horror.

  Chui Meng bent down, picked up the clothes he had taken off, pulled out a gun from inside, and aimed it at the man. "What's your name?" he asked in a low voice while taking aim.

  "Zhang... Baoqiang, Zhang Baoqiang." The man stuttered in response, who was the last missing person from the Two Stages Mountain.

  "Run quickly, what are you standing there for? There's a cave on your left, get in!" Yanzhong shouted, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

  But it was too late, two gunshots rang out, Zhang Baoqiang's left eye and heart were hit, and he died on the spot. However, he seemed to be unaware of it, still standing close to the wall, with a large blood hole on his left cheek, like a wax figure that had been burned.

  Linglong burst into tears, she was frightened. In her simple world, she had never seen such a brutal, cruel and eerie thing.

  "You're really twisted." Yanfeng was furious, but calmed down, "One shot to the head, he's already dead, why bother with a second shot?"

  "You don't understand, I'm not wasting bullets for fun, there are only five rounds in here. His head and body used to be separated, belonged to two different people, so I have to kill him twice. How's my marksmanship? Hehe, I've practiced shooting seriously, unfortunately this is a black gun, the sights are no good."

  "Stop showing off in front of me, I swear I'll make you pay!"

  "Don't struggle! Be careful not to hurt my body." Cui Meng gently stroked Yan Feng's chest, "But you reminded me, we should continue playing the game. Whose turn is it next? Ah, it's our lovely and innocent Cheng Lingjiao Miss Cheng." Cui Meng maliciously asked himself, and walked forward to untie Lingjiao.

  Linglong didn't want to wait for death, so she struggled desperately. Cui Meng's strength was great, but Linglong's struggle still made it impossible for him to push her smoothly to the edge of the lawn. So he simply let go of Linglong and turned his hand to point the gun at Yanfeng's head: "You've seen my marksmanship, do you want me to perform again?"

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