Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 749: Chapter 747: The Curse of Destruction (Part 6)_1 Chapter 749: Chapter 747: The Curse of Destruction (Part 6)_1 By the time Fu Qian and his companion arrived, the scene was already bustling with activity.

The one who had fallen this time was a young man, even younger than Kamakura Guizhi appeared to be.

But his condition was much more severe, his body lying rigid, with smooth and even wounds slowly but steadfastly blooming along the trails of blood on his body.

Despite initial bandaging, there were no signs of healing, and the wounds even continued to multiply.

A glance was enough to see that the stark white sheets were now a swath of blood red.

“What’s his name? What was he doing just now?”

Professor Ni seemed to be among the earliest to arrive, standing to one side and seriously practicing auscultation.

In response to Cass and Fu Qian entering later, he merely glanced over.

“Kamakura Shinji. He was alone in the room earlier; what he did might only be known to himself.”

Kamakura Si had clearly already questioned others and was now slightly frowning.

“What were you doing just now?”

Kamakura Guizhi also bent down and softly inquired into Kamakura Shinji’s ear.

Uh… Heh…

The latter was clearly still conscious, his eyes filled with terror as he tried to respond, but the effort only caused a spray of blood from his throat.

A shocking wound had rendered him voiceless.

“Open your mouth.”

Witnessing this scene, the female instructor who had previously scolded Cass and his companion stepped forward and directly produced a copper-colored cylinder.

She seemed decisive in her actions, noticing the patient’s struggle and his mouth opening slightly; she did not bother to wait any longer and went straight to work, grasping firmly.

With force in her right hand, one end of the cylinder was twisted open to reveal a bottle of medicinal concoction.

Unfortunately, not only was there no label, but it also gave off a strange scent.

The next moment, the unbranded medicine flowed into a golden thread, poured directly into Kamakura Shinji’s mouth.

From the female instructor’s expression, this medicine was apparently quite precious.

She only poured about half before quickly pulling back, carefully capping and stowing it away.

“His body can’t take any more.”

After a brief explanation, the female instructor intently observed the treatment’s effects.

Despite being an unmarked product, it was clear that it was no ordinary concoction.

As soon as the medicine was ingested, Kamakura Shinji lying on the bed breathed more easily, and a sparkle returned to his eyes.

Not only that, but at the neat incisions all over his body, one could faintly see pink granulation tissue stretching out and quickly weaving together to try to cover the wounds.

“Calm… mind…”

As soon as there was a slight improvement, Kamakura Shinji spoke with difficulty.

“Calm mind?”

As soon as he spoke, Kamakura Si next to him couldn’t help but slam a hand down on the table, erupting with anger.

“Haven’t I given strict orders that no one is to practice swordsmanship at the moment?”

It seemed he was informed and knew this issue was related to the Tomb Guardian’s gift.

His actions were decisive, showing a strong will to survive.

Observing the scene, Fu Qian silently offered his assessment.

“I didn’t… practice. I was just calming my mind…”

Confronted with Kamakura Si’s thunderous wrath, Kamakura Shinji strenuously defended himself.

Just calming the mind…

Without practicing swordsmanship, he nevertheless suffered intense backlash.

Fu Qian seemed to hear a collective gasp.

Even Kamakura Si appeared momentarily stunned.

Did that mean that even without using this “gift,” one couldn’t escape this fate?

“Before that, what else did you do?”

Professor Ni, squinting, continued his questioning, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. He did not seem quite satisfied with the answer of calming the mind.

“Before that…”

Kamakura Shinji’s eyeballs were spinning frantically, seemingly struggling to recall.

However, just as he was about to speak again, his body shook violently, and his throat issued only a vague whimper.

The wound that had already knitted into a membrane was visibly bulging.

And with the sound of tearing parchment, neat and smooth cuts appeared at the same spot again, as if blades from the Void were slicing through.

Compared to before, the speed of the tearing was more than double, and blood spurted out in an instant.

Pop!

Facing this sudden change, Ni Huayuan did not step back to dodge but instead leaned forward and snapped his fingers.

Kamakura Shinji instantly became more alert, his body still writhing in pain but his mind miraculously calming down.

“What did you do just before?”

Ni Huayuan asked again without any emotion.

His method was akin to a forced mental soothing, which could hardly be said to have any effect on the wounds.

But unlike the female instructor, he clearly valued the answer more.

Seeing Kamakura Shinji’s skin splitting and flesh bursting open rapidly, the other members of the Kamakura Family clearly felt some compassion, but Kamakura Si said nothing, and the group ultimately remained silent.

“Before that, I think I was watching… ”

Finally, under Ni Huayuan’s persistent effort, Kamakura Shinji, who seemed almost at death’s door, finally recalled something.

“…watching television.”

Amidst the spray of blood, he finally gave a strained answer.

Unfortunately, this answer was quite different from the significant clues typically found in stories.

…

Never expecting such an outcome, even the intense Ni Huayuan was stunned for several seconds.

Once he came to his senses, he found the peculiar looks from the onlookers, especially President Cass’s, deeply uncomfortable.

Such decisive and swift action, and all for this kind of response?

It felt like an anticlimactic contrast, similar to eight bodyguards clearing the way for a visit to a public restroom.

Looking at Kamakura Shinji, now convulsing all over, he even felt a faint urge to slap him to death.

“Professor Ni can continue to ask him, like what program he was watching just now.”

Just then, the always quiet Cass spoke up, his sarcasm palpable.

“After all, he might have been bewitched, forgetting the real killer.”

…

This timely sneer was undeniably devastating, and Ni Huayuan’s face was almost dripping with embarrassment.

But having gotten nothing from his forceful interrogation earlier, he truly had no ground to lash out.

“So, President Cass, do you have any solution? I am all eyes.”

“Even Teacher Chang’s potion could not save him, it appears to be a very high-ranking power, almost ignoring biological laws.”

After mocking Ni Huayuan, Cass looked quite satisfied and switched to a serious demeanor in a heartbeat, observing Kamakura Shinji.

He even unwrapped the bandaged wounds, not overlooking any detail.

The condition of Kamakura Shinji worsened accordingly, clearly in his last throes.

“From what I understand, most of your past opponents ended up like this too, right?”

Cass ignored the tragic scene and turned to Kamakura Si.

“…Yes.”

Kamakura Si hesitated slightly.

“This is indeed the family’s Cursed Swordsmanship, with no deviation.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am sure.”

“Then good.”

Cass straightened up and looked towards a corner of the room.

“Is there a way to save him? Ah Kai.”