Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 625 - 627: Look, the excitement is here, isn’t it?

Chapter 625 -627: Look, the excitement is here, isn’t it?

Checked tickets, boarded the train; the one-stop service came to an end. On the train, Qin Muye was holding two pieces of human skin, which did not match any stitch parts—it was the kind that just wouldn’t fit together.

“You’ve been looking at them for two hours now; did you figure anything out?” Sun Zhen asked.

“I did find out; these things are very tough,” Qin Muye said seriously.

What else could he find out? They were just scraps of skin, top to bottom, just human skin with no other impurities, no so-called resentment or energy, just plain skin, not any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures or top-tier Divine Artifact.

It’s not that he found nothing—the things were really tough. He didn’t know what a piece of skin went through to become so tough, but he knew that they were fireproof and impervious to swords. If he gathered three to five hundred pieces to make some armor, it might survive a dip in lava without breaking.

But being scorched to death by lava was another matter; the skins were fireproof but couldn’t block heat, so theoretically, as long as one didn’t mind getting scorched, one could swim in lava.

The same concept applied to water; wrapped tightly, water couldn’t seep in, but the skin could do nothing about pressure and hypoxia.

It was almost the same case with blades; a hit might not injure one, but it sure would hurt.

“Want one? We could gather some and make you a set of armor that’s impervious to water and fire, tough against the sword. Let me put it this way, bullets can’t pierce it, and even missiles can’t destroy this human skin,” Qin Muye said only half-jokingly. Bullets wouldn’t penetrate these two pieces of human skin, true, but the force of a bullet would still be felt on the body, and while missiles couldn’t destroy the skin, the energy released could kill the wearer instantly.

“No thanks, I’m not interested; this thing is human skin,” Sun Zhen said with a look of disgust on his face; he was a normal person, not like Qin Muye who didn’t care about anything.

A look of regret appeared on Qin Muye’s face: “That’s really too bad. With my skills, what I forge would definitely be a Divine Artifact.”

After all, he was part of the Titan Divine Race, so calling his creations Divine Artifacts wasn’t a stretch.

“So, what exactly are you?” Sun Zhen followed the topic to probe into Qin Muye’s identity.

For a long time, he found that he knew very little about Qin Muye, only that he had a low presence and possessed superpowers. However, the incident of hand-making the basement made him realize one thing—this person was not ordinary.

“Me? That’s a long story. In the ancient times, in the Kingdom of Aolai in the Dongsheng Divine Continent, where the ancestral veins of the ten continents and the dragons from the three islands converged, a Spirit Mountain hung, named Huaguo Mountain…”

Qin Muye rambled on, shifting the topic, while Sun Zhen looked puzzled, “So, you are that monkey?”

“Oh, no, I was just brushing you off. Just take it as a story to listen to,” Qin Muye said after finishing the first chapter of Journey to the West, directly making clear that he wasn’t going to reveal his identity.

Sun Zhen naturally understood the implication and did not probe further. If Qin Muye didn’t want to say it, asking wouldn’t yield any results and might even offend him.

“Can’t you put it more mildly? Such a straightforward rejection doesn’t seem very nice,” Sun Zhen commented.

“You do have a point, but as a big shot, you should mind your own business. Is that subtle enough?” Qin Muye found this young man quite interesting; at least he was very self-aware and knew how to use retreat as an approach to advance their relationship.

“This is even more straightforward than before; all right, I won’t ask anymore,” Sun Zhen said somewhat speechlessly, but he also heaved a sigh of relief, knowing he hadn’t offended Qin Muye.

Having spent some time together, he had picked up a bit of Qin Muye’s character; being willing to have a casual conversation meant there wasn’t much to worry about, but if it came to formal talk, it meant there was a big problem.

Furthermore, the other party was somewhat unpredictable and liked to meddle in everything, always wanting a hand in the biggest issues but never showing face, always hiding behind the scenes, and ready to flee at the first sign of trouble.

He wasn’t sure whether to call the other person a coward or rash.

The two chatted sporadically; otherwise, they were just idling, and this definitely wasn’t a plane ride that could reach its destination in three hours.

Suddenly, a loud argument erupted from outside.

“This soundproofing is quite poor,” Sun Zhen commented. He had bought a first-class sleeper, meaning the room was supposed to be for him alone—except for the two beds, otherwise Qin Muye wouldn’t have a place to stay.

“It sounds like it’s just outside the door. Saying that might not be very nice; what if someone hears you?” Qin Muye speculated that this guy really couldn’t help blurting out what was on his mind; anyone else would definitely go have a look.

“Right, from the voices, it sounds like two women—are you interested in taking a look? If they start fighting, you might get to watch a girl fight,” Qin Muye teased.

“Never mind, I don’t want to drag others into this mess. Let them sort out their own fights.”

Sun Zhen outright rejected Qin Muye’s suggestion. It’s better to just behave and not complicate matters further.

But Qin Muye didn’t think so. He felt like some kind of Abnormality was emerging.

“Damn, something has seeped in.” Sun Zhen abruptly noticed a red liquid continuously making its way inside through the gap under the door.

“Your language arts went to waste, can you call that seeping in? That’s squeezing in.” Qin Muye kindly corrected Sun Zhen.

“…” Sun Zhen was speechless. Was now really the time to debate whether it was seeping or squeezing?

“I told you to go enjoy the show earlier. You didn’t, and now the show has come to you,” Qin Muye added this line.

Sun Zhen instantly understood. Was this thing those two women who were arguing outside just now? This was too horrifying from any angle and had to be associated with the word ‘woman.’

“You mentioned just now you wanted to listen to us arguing, right?” The red liquid shifted, forming two female faces, youthful and pretty.

The intense chill made Sun Zhen rigid all over, but the blood within him circulated rapidly, like a train speeding continuously.

At this moment, Sun Zhen wanted to cry but had no tears; it wasn’t even him who wanted to watch the quarrel, yet he was the one suffering.

Oh, because Qin Muye has a low presence, the other party only noticed him. So, he was the one taking the blame for everything.

He wanted to explain, but he couldn’t even open his mouth, let alone move his eyeballs. A layer of frost covered his skin, and the rapid blood circulation made him feel as though he was about to turn into a human skin with Ling Wei and the manager.

Blood began to permeate his skin, mixing with the frost to form a layer of blood-red crystals, which looked particularly disturbing.

“This look seems a bit familiar.” Qin Muye stared at the blood-red icy statue, thinking it resembled one of his old methods, albeit crudely.

‘Stop recognizing it… if you don’t save me now, I’m going to die.’ Sun Zhen’s chillness was the literal kind; the loss of extensive heat along with blood made his consciousness foggy.

Seeing this, Qin Muye first removed the negative effects from Sun Zhen and then resurrected him.

Then he shifted his gaze to the blood-formed faces.

“Not the original, just a derivative, interesting.” He pinched the blood into a ball the size of a thumb. The two faces also twisted together, unable to resist at all.

“Jealousy?”

Qin Muye couldn’t help but smile. He could feel that this thing, once in his hand, continuously wanted to assimilate him. If a normal person took it, their psychology would first be filled with jealousy, and then they would turn into a puddle of blood, becoming one of the faces.

“How do you feel? Recovered yet?” Qin Muye looked at Sun Zhen.

“Good… much better, I was almost gone.” Sun Zhen said somewhat painfully, because it really hurt a lot. Although Qin Muye had resurrected him, the sensation lingered on.

“Alright, since you’ve recovered, let’s go and fight the BOSS. You’ll be the main striker, and I’ll support you,” Qin Muye said, shocking Sun Zhen.

“You supporting me? Aren’t you supposed to be the one causing chaos while I cheer? How come I’m the one who has to take action?!!!” Sun Zhen asked if you could have any shame?

From Qin Muye’s previous action, it was evident that he was a true powerhouse.

“I’ll be cheering you on, you tear through the enemy, isn’t this division of labor clear?” Qin Muye didn’t care about the chaos and killing at all.

“The roles are clear, but you got them wrong, man. I can’t beat them…” Sun Zhen said helplessly. If he had the power to wreak havoc, he certainly would, but he didn’t.

“No problem, I’ll make you some Equipment.” Qin Muye looked at the thumb-sized blood ball in his hand, thinking there probably wouldn’t be too many issues since it counted as a Superpower, perhaps.