Ning Qiushui was stunned on the spot when he heard that there were three people who had "returned to the soul" from the other party's mouth twelve years ago.
He carefully looked at the rotten man lying on the bed to make sure that he was not joking.
"A total of three people have returned to their souls?"
"Who is the third person, Fang Shan?"
Sun Xun, who was lying on the bed, said:
"not him."
Sun Xuan showed a mysterious smile:
“Let me tell you about ‘reviving the soul’ first.”
"...You can find this place, and you are so sure that I am Fang Shan's teacher, then you should know that one of the functions of "Resurrection" is to help the dying person extend their life."
“There are two special things in the corpse-stitching art of ‘Reviving the Soul’.”
"One is 'meat' and the other is 'pot'."
"The so-called 'flesh' is the human heart, and the 'pot' is a person who can survive without a heart."
"No matter how rotten the 'meat' is, as long as it can be put into a 'pot', it can extend your life by twelve years."
Hearing this, Ning Qiushui frowned slightly.
"Twelve years ago, there were three pieces of meat in a "pot" in the dusk town?"
Sun Falcon:
"Or...three 'pots' appeared in the town."
Ning Qiushui:
"Does the corpse stitcher have a special way to find the 'pot'?"
Sun Falcon:
"Of course, but 'pots' are also divided into real and fake ones. Some of them look like 'pots' but are actually fake."
"Of course the fake pot can also hold 'meat', but... the 'meat' in the fake pot will rot very quickly."
"You're just a fake pot, you know what I mean."
Ning Qiushui was thoughtful and asked again:
"If I find my original heart and put it back in, will I be able to survive?"
A strange smile appeared on Sun Xuan's face:
"No."
"You can only survive by digging out a living heart and putting it back in."
Ning Qiushui:
"And he'll take my place?"
Sun Falcon:
"Is that what that boy Fang Shan told you?"
"Yes, he lied to me?"
"That's not true...but, I lied to him."
Sun Xuan's smile became terrifying.
In fact, with his current level of decay, no matter how warm and amiable his smile was, it would still be ferocious and terrifying.
"If you dug out a living heart and stuffed it into your own chest, it would indeed come alive in your body. You could hear its voice, and maybe it would have an impact on your spirit. Have some influence, but never control your body.”
"You are still you."
Ning Qiushui said:
"You deceived Fang Shan because you were afraid that he would go astray. But now that Fang Shan has not gone astray, you yourself have broken your principles."
Sun Falcon:
"You're wrong again."
One of his fingers moved slightly, which seemed to take a lot of effort.
"The reason I told Fang Shan that back then was because my master told me the same thing."
"I was convinced of it at that time."
"However, in the past twelve years, I have discovered that it was just a lie that my master deceived me, but I can't say that my master was also deceived..."
Having said this, Sun Xuan spit out a truth that made Ning Qiushui feel as if his Tianling Gai was chilling:
"Young man, did you know... In fact, it's not just the "pot" that can extend your life, "meat" can also be used."
After Sun Xuan said these words, Ning Qiushui seemed to have been struck by lightning, and her pupils shrank for a moment.
Meat... can also be used to extend your life?
Suddenly, he thought of the rotten heart in his chest.
Doesn't Mr. Chen's heart rely on "meat" to survive?
Sun Falcon laughed again.
The smile on his face was not only terrifying, but also mixed with a bit of frightening madness:
"... Did you just react?"
"'Meat' can also extend your life, 'meat' can also..."
"The fact that you were able to find me shows that you have some skills. How about guessing how I know?"
In the thick smoke, Ning Qiushui's eyelids began to twitch, and the fingers holding the cigarette remained motionless, as if they had become stiff.
"...Twelve years ago, the third person in the town who "returned to the soul" relied on "meat" to survive until now?"
Sun Falcon said:
"right."
Ning Qiushui looked at him and said after just a moment:
"You're lying to me."
"A heart can only last one day."
"365 are needed a year. If someone relies on a heart to live for 12 years, more than 4,000 hearts will be needed. How many people are there in this small town? 30,000 or 50,000?"
"Even if it's 100,000, these 4,000 lives are definitely not a small number."
"One person dies every day due to an accident. How can there be accidents every day?"
"No matter how stupid the superintendent of Twilight Town is, he should have discovered the problem!"
"The same goes for the residents of the town."
The rotten man lying on the bed suppressed the smile on his face and felt a little unstable.
"Yes, yes..."
"They should have discovered it long ago..."
Sun Falcon murmured softly, as if he was possessed:
"What have I done..."
"It's all because of my greed that I became like this..."
"But no one can stop him..."
Ning Qiushui took a puff of cigarette and endured the stench as she approached Sun Falcon.
"what are you saying?"
Sun Xuan came to his senses, his expression gradually became calmer, and he continued:
"Let me tell you about the second use of 'Resurrection'... Corpse stitchers can use this method to gain power that humans cannot control."
"...When manpower is exhausted, the more you come into contact with the 'weirdness' in this world, the more you will find that if you want to gain powerful power, you must join them."
"Relying on the "pot" to restore the soul once can only extend the life span by twelve years. In addition, there is basically no improvement in the power of the corpse stitcher, but relying on "flesh" to restore the soul is different. Once someone relies on When you use "meat" to rejuvenate your soul, your strength will increase once a day as you eat..."
"The only flaw is that if he doesn't eat for a day, his heart will completely rot."
"You may not quite understand how powerful a corpse stitcher will be after he has been able to regain his soul by eating meat for twelve years..."
Having said this, Sun Falcon's eyes drooped on his chest showed a hint of fear, and his spirit became confused again:
"I was... I really just wanted to survive..."
"But I never thought... I would actually create such a terrifying devil with my own hands!"
"It was me who ruined Dusk Town...it was me who ruined this place..."
"I...I'm sorry for my teacher..."
"Everyone will die in the town..."
PS: Good night, clay pots!
