74: Cyborg - Suture Type 2

Shi Yan put away the smile that had been on his face, quietly watched the two figures leave, and put the severed finger into his Portable Space. He didn't have any strange Hobbies; it was just that this severed finger might fetch a good price in the Slaughter Market.

A crystal shimmering with a faint green light floated on the light red round table in front of Shi Yan.

Even if only a partial part was cut, a crystal could still burst out.

He reached out his right hand to touch it, and the crystal transformed into warm currents that flowed into Shi Yan's body.

Ability: Emerald Poison Wind Blade

A piece of information entered Shi Yan's mind.

Emerald Poison Wind Blade, capable of condensing and firing a faint green wind blade, accompanied by a slight numbing toxin.

Shi Yan experimented with the new skill, feeling as if there was something he could manipulate in the air around him.

His thoughts concentrated on the air in front of him.

A transparent, crescent-shaped wind blade, one meter long and faintly green, gradually appeared in front of Shi Yan, from top to bottom.

A sweet scent spread out from the wind blade, and when Shi Yan smelled it, he felt a slight dizziness.

Shi Yan immediately dispersed the wind blade. He hadn't activated his Blood Tattooed Transformation at the moment, and his physique attribute wasn't high, which was why he was affected.

After testing the skill, Shi Yan sat back down in his seat, waiting for the next dispute.

This time, Shi Yan waited for a long time and no one came. He even considered whether to just grab a few random people from outside to fill the void, but after subtly glancing at the small eyeball in the upper left corner of the Management Office, he gave up on that idea.

That eyeball seemed to possess some kind of presence-reducing skill. If Shi Yan hadn't previously covered the entire Management Office with his killing intent and noticed a slight abnormality there, he wouldn't have been able to discover that tiny eyeball at all.

The eyeball was light green and only the size of a grain of rice. When Shi Yan discovered it, its presence-reducing skill failed.

Although Shi Yan had absorbed the crystal in front of that eyeball just now, he wasn't worried about being discovered, because others couldn't see that crystal. The owner of that eyeball would only find Shi Yan's actions very strange.

In the Magic World, there were plenty of strange people.

Time slowly flowed by.

Shi Yan's gaze passed through the Management Office's main door. The sky gradually deepened, and dark, thick mist slowly permeated the area. At this time, visibility was less than ten meters.

From time to time, strange and profound ghosts could be seen floating through the black mist, and a few ferocious ghosts with bizarre bodies slowly crawled across the street outside the door, their red-glowing eyes flickering in and out of sight within the fog.

Streams of eerie, sticky gazes gradually drifted into the Management Office from outside the open door, then rooted themselves on various parts of Shi Yan's body.

It seemed that the night in this area was vastly different from the night in other areas.

Shi Yan's expression showed no change, remaining as indifferent as if he hadn't noticed anything.

The thick mist suddenly bulged outwards, and two tall figures emerged. They moved in strange postures, walking side by side towards Shi Yan's Management Office.

As the two got closer, Shi Yan gradually saw their appearance clearly.

They weren't two people at all.

Instead, they were one person, completely stitched together, but because they had been walking side by side and the dense black mist obscured them, he hadn't been able to tell at first glance.

The person on the left looked slightly Weather-beaten, with a full beard, while the person on the right had a delicate appearance and seemed young. Their left and right shoulders, left and right arms, left and right legs, and heads and necks were all tightly pressed and stitched together.

The scalps and skulls on their brains were gone, and their bright red brains, dotted with blood, were tightly squeezed and pressed against each other.

Looking closely, one could see visible white threads interwoven between them, stitching together all the places where they were pressed against each other, even between their brains.

As they moved forward in unison, their bright red brains jiggled up and down like jelly, making one worry they might pop out of their skulls and fall to the ground at any second.

Their eyes were blood-red, with clear bloodshot veins, as if they were constantly enduring immense pain.

Overall, they looked quite bizarre and abnormal.

Shi Yan used the Information Detection skill.

“Modified Human – Stitched Type II lv40”

“Physique: 5020”

“Soul: 5233”

‘Modified Human – Stitched Type II?’

Shi Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, a profound meaning seemingly hidden within his pupils.

From this name, many things could be inferred, such as who created this kind of monster? Moreover, this type of monster even had clear categories and models, indicating that the other party definitely possessed a mature and superb modification technology.

Heavy footsteps interrupted Shi Yan's thoughts. The Modified Human had already entered the Management Office.

The slightly Weather-beaten Man on the left slowly spoke, his voice deep and hoarse.

“Hello, we have something to ask of you.”

“We need you to separate the two of us.”

The clear-faced person on the right followed immediately, their speech perfectly continuous and natural, as if one person was speaking a single sentence with different voices.

Clearly, their stitching was not just superficial; their thoughts were also interconnected.

“If you can't do it, we will kill you.”

Finally, both of them spoke this sentence simultaneously, their four bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at Shi Yan, and streaks of blood-red resentment steamed up from their bodies.

If Shi Yan were truly only at level sixteen at this moment, he probably wouldn't even be able to speak.

“I can, but I want to know, who stitched you two together?”

Shi Yan said with a deep expression, looking at them with an inquiring gaze.

“It was—”

The clear-faced person on the right said with hatred, their face filled with extreme loathing, but when they tried to say the person's name, no sound came out.

“We cannot express any information related to Him in any way, and we've even lost most of our memories about Him, only remembering His name.”

The slightly Weather-beaten Man on the left said in a low voice, but from the hatred in his eyes, his inner feelings were clearly not as calm as his words suggested.

“…”

Shi Yan was silent for a moment. This was a case of knowing nothing, no wonder they ended up like this.

“Have you tried cutting yourselves apart?”

Shi Yan said in a deep voice, his gaze on the white threads.

“These white threads have completely fused with our bodies. The moment they are cut, they rapidly re-fuse.”

The Weather-beaten Man on the left said.

“Then have you tried killing each other?”

Shi Yan spoke a sentence in a low voice, looking at the Modified Human opposite him with a strange gaze.

The Management Office instantly fell silent, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became oppressive and heavy.