56: Chapter 56 This is electrotherapy

Mo Zixing walked over slowly.

He squatted down.

Then, he reached out a finger and poked the skin that had been scorched black by the explosion.

"Hiss, that looks painful."

Mo Zixing clicked his tongue, but his face wore an expression of pity and compassion, as if this matter had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"If I say I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?"

"Believe you? Like hell I would!"

Song Cheng's half-scorched face contorted as he howled in pain and threatened:

"Just you wait, the Qingyun Sect won't let you off!"

"Sigh, if you don't believe me, then fine, but why bring up the Qingyun Sect to pressure me?"

Mo Zixing picked his ear, his peripheral vision calmly sweeping over Hu Jiuying beside him, before continuing:

"You're lucky you ran into me. After all, I'm a good person, so I won't hold your dishonorable sneak attack against you."

"You're heavily injured and in dire need of treatment right now."

A dangerous-looking arc of lightning flickered from his fingertip as he spoke serious-sounding nonsense:

"Medicinal Pills and the like take effect too slowly; by the time they kick in, your corpse will already be stinking."

"It just so happens that I've recently self-taught an electrotherapy method. Not only is it fast-acting, but the results are also exceptionally good."

"Most importantly, I've never received a negative review."

"As long as you can endure until the end, you won't feel a single bit of pain in your entire body anymore."

Song Cheng wanted to say something more, but Mo Zixing didn't give him the chance to speak.

Zzzt!

The lightning arc surged through his flesh.

"Aghhhhh..."

Song Cheng's entire body began to twitch violently.

He was like a fish thrown onto the shore, unable to breathe, flopping frantically on the ground.

It was incredibly comical.

Hu Jiuying watched blankly from the side.

She had already been fuming with anger at Song Cheng.

But she never expected that this guy who had suddenly appeared would be even more ruthless in his actions.

He was clearly torturing someone, yet he put on a serious act of saving lives.

This sense of contrast made her feel a bit creeped out, yet for some reason, it was also strangely stress-relieving.

It felt so good.

She simply couldn't look away.

Mo Zixing didn't notice her subtle expressions for the moment.

At this moment, he was staring at the System panel in his mind, his brow slightly furrowed.

For someone like Song Cheng who didn't possess destiny luck, his hatred level wouldn't be directly displayed to him.

It was very user-unfriendly.

Only after the hatred level reached its maximum value would the System provide a notification, telling him that he could draw a trait.

And from the beginning until now, he had already shocked him for two full rounds.

Why hadn't the System issued a notification yet?

Though he was thinking, the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Another arc of lightning struck Song Cheng.

Seeing him twitch even more violently, he slowly asked:

"electrotherapy is still a bit painful. Do you hate me?"

Song Cheng was dazed from the shocks, his consciousness nearly fading, only hearing the words "hate or not."

Who would dare say they hated him?

Driven by the desire to survive, he cried out intermittently:

"No... I don't hate you... please let me go..."

"I feel like you're lying to me."

Mo Zixing straightened up and shook his head with a serious expression:

"You deserve punishment."

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Song Cheng let out a shrill scream, his whole body curling up like a shrimp as black smoke rose from him.

Even agreeing with him didn't work.

He used the last of his strength to roar out:

"I'm not lying... I hate you... I hate you to death!"

"I'm kindly treating you, and you actually hate me?"

Mo Zixing frowned, but his tone shifted as he sent another arc of lightning over:

"You deserve punishment."

Hu Jiuying, who was watching intently, couldn't help but let out a snicker. It took a moment before she belatedly wiped the expression off her face, keeping her small face tense as she pretended she hadn't heard anything.

Zzzt.

The lightning arc surged.

Song Cheng twitched violently, finally realizing that Mo Zixing wouldn't leave him a way out. The hatred in his eyes finally broke through the critical point completely.

[Detected that the target Song Cheng's hatred value toward the host has reached maximum.]

[trait Seizure function unlocked.]

[Potential traits that can be drawn are as follows:]

[[Enemies on All Sides (Blue)], [Burning Flame Body (Purple)], [Little Alchemy Boy (Green)]]

"Finally done. Let's draw."

The corners of Mo Zixing's mouth curled up slightly as he immediately commanded in his mind.

Little did he know how terrifying his smile, combined with his actions, appeared in Song Cheng's eyes.

On the panel.

The dice spun rapidly.

Mo Zixing held his breath, praying frantically in his heart.

Please don't let me draw those two useless traits.

The dice slowed to a stop.

It seemed it was going to freeze on [Enemies on All Sides].

Mo Zixing's heart leaped into his throat as he cursed his bad luck.

But in the next second, the dice spun again.

It finally landed on [Burning Flame Body].

Purple light filled the panel.

[trait successfully drawn.]

[Target trait has been removed from the opponent's panel.]

[trait has been transferred to the host's panel.]

[Activate now?]

I got it!

Mo Zixing was overjoyed and commanded without hesitation:

"Activate!"

[trait successfully activated.]

Along with the activation of the trait.

A strange sensation surged through his entire body. The originally scorching heatwave now became incomparably mild.

The surrounding fire-attribute spiritual energy naturally drilled into his body, flowing docilely along his Meridians.

What was even better was that the companion spirit fire not far away also seemed to sense a kindred aura and actively drifted toward him.

This trait drawing is so satisfying!

On the other hand, looking at Song Cheng on the ground.

He could vaguely feel that his innate control over fire-attribute spiritual energy had vanished.

The surrounding violent earth-fire spiritual energy backlashed against him. His Dantian had completely become a dead sea, unable to manifest even a single spark of flame.

Mo Zixing looked down at him.

Since the trait was already in hand, Song Cheng was now completely useless.

He reached out and grabbed Song Cheng's only remaining arm, effortlessly dragging him toward the edge of the Earth Fire Pool.

The scalding heat hit him in the face, and Song Cheng instantly realized what he intended to do, struggling frantically:

"Don, don't kill me!"

"Please, I beg you, don't kill me!"

"I don't want the fire seed anymore!"

Mo Zixing didn't even lift an eyelid.

With a slight exertion of force, he lifted Song Cheng's entire body.

With a casual toss, he threw the man into the churning Earth Fire Pool.

There was a soft splash.

Song Cheng didn't even have time to scream before he was instantly swallowed by the earth-fire.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to nothing but ash, leaving not even a trace behind.

Perfect.

Mo Zixing brushed the dust off his hands.

There was no faster way to destroy a corpse and remove all evidence.

He turned around and looked at Hu Jiuying, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Mo Zixing put on a serious expression for her, blinked, and spoke with absolute sincerity:

"You saw it just now."

"This Fellow Daoist from the Qingyun Sect accidentally slipped and fell into the lava himself, right?"