Chapter 125 Rebirth

The "vegetable garden" next to the Late Night Bookstore was a bit too warm, almost like a sauna.

Hei Xiaoniu took off her down jacket, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, but was still sweating.

When Zhou Ze walked in, Hei Xiaoniu was pulling her collar outwards, fanning herself with her hand inside.

Even knowing that Zhou Ze had entered,

she still didn't restrain herself.

A life without curves fears nothing.

Zhou Ze wasn't afraid of the cold, but he was afraid of the heat. He wanted to ask why it was so hot here, but he quickly understood. The small yellow flowers on the vines before had sucked in the white smoke, and it must have been channeled through the Dead Servant and fed into the underground here.

According to Lao Dao, the bookstore wouldn't need to be equipped with any fire prevention equipment or facilities in the future.

"What are you here for?"

Hei Xiaoniu looked at Zhou Ze.

"I want to restore my arm."

"Oh, okay."

"I want it faster."

"How fast?"

"I want it to grow back by dawn tomorrow."

"Okay."

The answer was still very straightforward.

Zhou Ze wasn't pretentious and said directly, "Then let's start now."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Negotiating terms?"

"What qualifications do I have to negotiate terms with you? I'm a person who's afraid of death, and you have my life in your hands. You flatter me too much. I don't have the courage to pull teeth from a tiger's mouth."

"Then what is it?"

"If you want me to help you recover so quickly, it can be done, but just planting you and letting the seeds germinate in your body, that's too slow. It's impossible to complete it within your requested time."

"Tell me the method."

"The method is to have your godson cut off one of his arms and transplant it onto your body.

He's readily available here anyway, and there's no need to worry about rejection. Moreover, his arm will definitely be more effective than a plant arm.

If I'm not mistaken, you want to grow your arm back so quickly because you're going to fight next, right?"

"His arm?"

Zhou Ze looked at the Dead Servant.

The Dead Servant still only had his head exposed above the ground.

Even when Zhou Ze and Hei Xiaoniu were talking,

he still didn't say a word and kept his eyes closed,

as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"You shouldn't have any mental barriers, right? Like human cloning technology, it has a huge value, which is to facilitate organ harvesting for transplantation.

Actually, I'm afraid you're worried that he will take this opportunity to seize your body."

"Do you think I need to worry?"

This wasn't a rhetorical question; it was a genuine question.

Hei Xiaoniu shook her head, looked at Zhou Ze, "How would I know? I'm not a worm in his stomach, haha."

"Come on, what do you need to prepare?"

"You're really decisive," Hei Xiaoniu praised.

Zhou Ze didn't explain. It wasn't about being decisive or anything. It was just that he had experienced too much of this body seizure thing recently. Since Li Xiucheng didn't succeed, he didn't believe the Dead Servant could do it.

If the Dead Servant really suddenly had other thoughts,

the Mount Tai in the depths of his soul

would be enough to crush him to pieces.

Of course, these things couldn't be said too much, let alone bargain over. The thing most feared about human relationships and hearts is actually testing.

"You need to dig a hole first."

Hei Xiaoniu pushed her wheelchair to the Dead Servant, reached out and patted the Dead Servant's head, and said:

"Make a hole."

"Buzz!"

The ground in front collapsed,

and a hole appeared.

"If you think your clothes are very expensive, you can take them off and sit in the hole, and then ask some people outside to watch.

Just in case,

I'm saying just in case,

if he really wants to bite back at you,

to be honest,

I really don't know if I would stop him.

You know,

women often become very blind

for the sake of so-called love.

That's what my mother-in-law told me, and I've always kept it in my heart."

Zhou Ze shook his head.

He didn't notify anyone else to protect him,

walked directly into the hole,

sat down cross-legged,

and then said:

"Let's begin."

Hei Xiaoniu clapped her hands, bent over, and with some difficulty, grabbed a handful of soil from under her wheelchair and sprinkled it on Zhou Ze, as if performing some ancient ritual.

Just like a village would set up an altar to pray for good weather before spring plowing.

"Go ahead, your father is calling you."

Hei Xiaoniu said to the Dead Servant.

The Dead Servant still didn't open his eyes. In his current state, it didn't matter whether he opened his eyes or not.

The vines underground, and even the plants here, were his eyes and his ears. When some functions weren't used, it wasn't to say they slowly degenerated; it was equivalent to being gradually forgotten by oneself.

Legend has it that humans in the most primitive period could run as fast as cheetahs;

but look at now…

Therefore, opening his eyes gradually began to become a social etiquette for the Dead Servant to express respect.

For example, when Zhou Ze came here for the first time after returning during the day,

he opened his eyes and nodded to Zhou Ze as a sign of respect.

The Dead Servant slowly began to sink, gradually sinking into the ground, and the surrounding soil covered him, then slowly filled in.

Zhou Ze continued to sit there cross-legged, without any movement.

Hei Xiaoniu leaned on her face and watched from the side. Outside, it started snowing again, but here, it was as warm as spring.

Vines emerged from the soil around Zhou Ze, and they carefully climbed onto Zhou Ze, mostly concentrated on the position of Zhou Ze's only remaining arm.

They began to circle,

very gently.

Inside the pit,

a liquid exuding a fresh aura began to spread out, gradually accumulating into a small puddle. The liquid was green. Zhou Ze didn't know what it was, perhaps a nutrient solution?

Or, was it the secretion of these vines, or even the Dead Servant himself?

It was sticky, but not unpleasant. If you closed your eyes at this time, you could completely imagine yourself wandering in a sea of flowers based on the smell.

"Hiss..."

A burst of tingling came from the arm,

as if the mouthparts of mosquitoes were piercing into his skin,

and then began to gradually spread and expand.

Zhou Ze had experienced a similar situation last time in the burrow where he encountered the ferret. That time it was very domineering, but this time, it was very gentle.

It was as if this son of his was really afraid that his old man would suffer even a little bit of pain.

Itchy,

so itchy,

a burst of soreness came from the white bone hand,

as if from the depths of the white bones,

that heart-wrenching itch!

The corner of Zhou Ze's mouth began to twitch unconsciously,

and the skin on his body also trembled from time to time.

He was enduring it,

after all, even though there were no other people "watching" beside him,

if he moaned comfortably,

he himself would feel extremely ashamed!

Layers of gelatinous material began to cover Zhou Ze's white bone hand, along with green thin stems that, like blood vessels, re-covered the top.

After that,

the liquid in the puddle below was sucked up,

and these green thin stems began to squirm,

flesh,

blood vessels,

skin,

actually began to be reborn in such a strange way,

or it would be more appropriate to call it "repair."

Hei Xiaoniu had been paying attention to the changes and progress here. So far, no accidents had occurred.

In fact, this method couldn't be used by many people. One was because of the Dead Servant's uniqueness, which made it the most appropriate medium, and the second was that Zhou Ze's body, no matter how broken it looked, was of really good quality, so it could withstand it.

For ordinary people, this spectacle of white bones growing flesh would not be possible.

The originally white bone hand was gradually filled and covered with flesh.

Zhou Ze gently clenched his fist,

and it was no longer uncomfortable.

He could feel the warmth of the flesh,

but this hand was still a bit fragile,

that is, a bit tender,

like the skin of a newborn, breakable with a puff, not rough at all.

In his heart, there was a sudden sense of loss.

The scene he had imagined of iron gauntlets matched with a white bone hand, or drilling a jade beauty on his white bone hand at night, teaching her to play the flute,

would no longer be possible.

The white bone hand was restored,

but this was just a small test.

Next,

the biggest problem was the regeneration of that severed arm!

If it was an ordinary person, such as a factory worker who accidentally had their fingers, palms, or other parts severed due to improper operation or accidents, if the severed limb could be properly protected and sent to a qualified hospital in time, there would still be a high probability of being able to reattach it.

They might not be able to engage in fine work in the future, but at least they could minimize the inconvenience in life.

An lawyer and the others hadn't failed to think of this at the time, but Zhou Ze's severed arm was grabbed by the Scabby Monk and chopped into渣渣 with him.

"Get ready, it might hurt a little bit next," Hei Xiaoniu said with some schadenfreude, "If there's flow, there's no pain; if there's pain, there's no flow."

Zhou Ze didn't react.

Hei Xiaoniu seemed to be addicted to commentary, feeling that it would be a bit too regrettable not to find a sense of presence at this time, and continued:

"At first, it was extremely narrow, only enough for one person to pass through. After walking dozens of steps, it suddenly opened up."

The vines that had been wrapped around Zhou Ze's white bone hand began to slowly recede.

Purple flowers, eerily beautiful, grew around the pit.

The soil behind Zhou Ze began to loosen,

and the Dead Servant's head slowly poked out from it,

He still kept his eyes closed,

and slowly probed to the position behind Zhou Ze's back.

This piece of soil was like a pond belonging to him, and he was the most comfortable koi in this pond.

He came,

he opened his hand,

his fingertips,

facing the position of Zhou Ze's neck.

Zhou Ze seemed to sense something, but didn't turn his head,

just opened his mouth and said:

"Konbanwa." (Good evening)

The Dead Servant's body trembled,

He slowly opened his eyes,

his gaze clear,

and a smile appeared on his lips,

much more restrained than his previous fondness for silly smiles,

His lips moved a few times,

and he responded:

"Konbanwa…"

He seemed to hesitate for a moment,

but still added:

"Otōsan." (Father)

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This is the fifth update today!

There will be more tonight!