Chapter 1505: My Karma

"Heart 8 is the most brilliant neurosurgeon of this era."

"Perhaps she found me too pathetic at the time, so she begged a human puppet from Plum Q and tried to transplant my brain into it... but the surgery ultimately failed."

"Human brain transplantation is an almost impossible technology; at least, she couldn't do it before she reached the Eighth Order. At the time, my brain and the human puppet rejected each other, and my life was slipping away rapidly..."

"But unexpectedly, while on the verge of death, I stepped onto the Path of the Medical God."

"The [Blood Butcher] path is extremely rare in human history. Only those who already possess immense talent for the Path of the Medical God, under the influence of impending death and extreme unwillingness, have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of manifesting it... And the gift of stepping onto [Blood Butcher] is one, and only one, [Rebirth]."

Under the effect of this skill, my human puppet body began to regenerate flesh and blood, while simultaneously completely erasing the rejection reaction...

And so, I was reborn."

Chu Muyun looked down at his own body, a flash of memory crossing his eyes:

"I still can't forget the look on Heart 8's face back then—she looked like she’d seen a ghost..."

"Afterward, I stayed in her safehouse, slowly getting used to this newborn body. It wasn't until a month later that I could control it and move freely."

"I heard from Heart 8 that Chu Wenbin had actually developed a miracle drug to combat the plague, saving thousands of people. He went from an obscure, unlicensed physician to a so-called 'miracle doctor'..."

"I knew he must have used someone else for that cruel experiment again, and succeeded."

"I couldn't forgive everything he had done to me. My hatred kept me awake all night... That night, I took a scalpel and knocked on his door."

"By then, I had been reborn—new body, new appearance. I knew he wouldn't recognize me. I planned to wait for him to open the door, then catch him off guard, use brute force to kidnap him, torture him, and make him give me an explanation no matter what... and then, I would kill him with my own hands."

Chu Muyun’s chest rose and fell slightly, as if he were completely immersed in that painful memory...

And Jiang Xiaohua watched him quietly, saying nothing.

"But I knocked on his door for a long time that day, and no one answered."

"I sensed something was wrong. I thought he had fled in advance, so I broke in..."

"But what I didn't expect was... he was already dead."

"He died right next to that operating table, his skin festering, covered in blood. His eyes were wide open, staring in one direction, as if he had seen something truly terrifying..."

Chu Muyun slowly closed his eyes, his emotions finally settling, and he spoke softly:

"His death remains a mystery to this day."

"Although his death was a cause for celebration, for me, everything just came to an abrupt halt... I couldn't put a proper period on that past, nor could I give myself an explanation."

"So... is the reason you came to the Ancient Ghost Path Treasury to find him and get an explanation?" Jiang Xiaohua asked gently.

"...One of the reasons, yes."

Chu Muyun didn't want to say more, instead turning his gaze toward Suxi, who was being held down in the River of Oblivion.

"Now, can you find him?"

Suxi, gritting his teeth, was extremely reluctant, but as Jiang Xiaohua gave the chains on his body a sharp tug, he swallowed his pride, lowered his head, and began to search carefully.

To find the person Chu Muyun was looking for, Suxi had to filter through the more than six hundred "Chu Wenbins" one by one, locking onto him through their life trajectories... This would indeed take some time.

Just as Suxi was struggling to find the person, the outline of the opposite bank began to emerge before Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun.

"We're reaching the other side?" Chu Muyun looked back at the River of Oblivion they had already crossed. "This speed... is a bit too fast."

Jiang Xiaohua shook the chain in his hand:

"We're lucky; we have a mount."

Suxi: ...

Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun stepped onto the shore one after another. With Suxi there, they didn't need to stay in the River of Oblivion. After all, with Suxi's authority in the Ancient Ghost Path Treasury, he could summon Chu Wenbin's ghost to the shore with a single thought.

Chu Muyun looked at the ghost city before him, which was no different from the one on the other side, and then gazed further back. Behind the ghost city, the faint outline of a temple loomed.

"Is that the Temple of the Dead..." Chu Muyun muttered to himself.

*Whoosh—*

Before he could finish his sentence, a faint metallic hum cut through the air!

A streak of cold light flashed through the streets of the ghost city like lightning, shooting straight from the deep darkness toward Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun. It was so fast that the naked eye couldn't even distinguish what it was.

But Jiang Xiaohua’s reaction was equally swift. The moment the cold light flashed toward them, he raised his left hand like lightning, catching it between his index and middle fingers in mid-air...

The cold light was caught firmly between his fingertips!

It was a long, thin syringe.

The long needle of the syringe was held between Jiang Xiaohua’s fingers, and blood-colored liquid was still seeping from the needle hole. Inside the syringe, wisps of something unknown were floating up and down in the liquid, looking incredibly eerie.

"This is..." Seeing the syringe, Chu Muyun was slightly stunned.

The appearance of this syringe overlapped with a scene deep in Chu Muyun’s memory. As if realizing something, his pupils suddenly contracted!

He recognized this type of syringe.

Only one person would use this kind of curse-laden syringe.

"Found him."

At the same time, Suxi suddenly spoke.

"His ghost isn't in the River of Oblivion... He is wandering in the ghost city."

Suxi raised his hand, pointing toward the end of the dark street where the syringe had flown from... In the deepest part of that darkness, something seemed to be raging in a frenzy.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!!*

Chu Muyun was about to say something more.

A dense barrage of cold light flashed out like a rainstorm!

Countless blood-colored syringes flew toward Jiang Xiaohua and Chu Muyun, covering the sky. No one knew why syringes would appear on the road, just as no one knew why a tide of coal had appeared earlier... Behind this incomprehensible "coincidence," the sharp killing intent of the Ghost Path was mixed in, and a mysterious, overwhelming pressure enveloped their hearts!

"It’s him!! He’s come to find me?!"

Without a word, Chu Muyun pulled out a blood-colored skull-crushing hammer, ready to charge toward the incoming syringes.

Just then, a hand stopped him...

"No..."

White hair danced, bandages fluttered.

An eerie aura of curses drifted in the air. A complex look flashed in Jiang Xiaohua’s eyes beneath his lowered lids.

"This... is my 'Karma'."