Defeating Magic Chapter 17: Anatomy

Chapter 17: Anatomy  

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Zhou Yan half-assisted, half-carried Luo Futu out of the secret passage. The basement was almost destroyed, and the chair he usually sat on was half blown away.

Luo Futu lamented, “Phew… I’m still sitting comfortably.”

It’s not his fault that he sensed that Zhou Yan was standing behind him, but he didn’t fully trust the “magic weapon” that he had never seen before, which could create lightning. So while Zhou Yan was doing it, Luo Futu also released a thunder spell with all his might. He thought that even if Zhou Yan’s “magic weapon” did not work, at least it would deter the two mystics.

However, the moment he released the thunder spell, the power Luo Futu used to suppress the soul fire weakened, and without his own spell to suppress it, the soul fire in his body instantly burned rampantly, blocking his meridians again. If he was not the big devil that others talked about, a black wizard, he was afraid that he would have died long ago.

Plus he just took that mystic move hard and was indeed injured.

Zhou Yan found a thick blanket for Luo Futu to drape over himself from the basement top cabinet, and took out the medicine box—because these things were placed higher, and not affected. Zhou Yan put on latex gloves, crouched in front of Luo Futu, and said, “Put your hand out.”

Luo Futu did not move, Zhou Yan then reached out to pull his left hand over. Once the sleeve was lifted up, Zhou Yan realized that Luo Futu was more seriously injured than expected. His arm was bruised and battered: from the palm to the top of the arm, the flesh was split open and still dripping blood.

“The injury is so serious and you still say it’s fine.” Zhou Yan frowned at Luo Futu, his tone was a bit reproachful. “Don’t cause trouble for others, okay.”

Luo Futu raised his right hand to support his jaw, the corners of his lips were hung with a smile, and he raised his eyes at him, “It did not hurt the bones, so it’s just a superficial injury.”

The injury to the spirit body was more serious than the injury to the physical body. But if Zhou Yan wanted to bandage his wounds, so be it, Luo Futu found himself enjoying his worry.

Zhou Yan seemed to sense what was on Luo Futu’s mind and pressed a cotton swab into his wound. “I’m just worried that the wound will get infected and then I’ll have to waste my medicine!”

“Hiss…!”

Zhou Yan helped him to dress briefly, then turned around and left. Luo Futu also did not know what he went to do, and only pulled the blanket on his body up. The basement was a bit cold, but Zhou Yan didn’t seem to want to take him up there.

Not long after, Zhou Yan pushed a cart out of the secret passage. The two mystic’s bodies were stacked on the cart. Luo Futu then said, “I thought you could not kill, not afraid of that McMahon Treaty?”

“Self-defense, that law does not apply to criminals who break into people’s homes,” Zhou Yan said indifferently, while putting the cart away. Then he reached out and grabbed one of the bodies on the ground, pulled it up, and heaved it onto the operating table. The body was not as tall as Luo Futu, so it was not heavy to drag.

But Luo Futu couldn’t understand what Zhou Yan was trying to do, and the dust he raised hit Luo Futu’s face, so he couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing?”

Zhou Yan patted the dust on his hands, his eyes were staring straight at the corpse on the operating table, and he circled around the table. “Finally getting my autopsy.”

He had been thinking of playing with these two corpses before, and now that he could finally do it, he wanted to move fast.

“…”

Luo Futu was stunned for a moment. “Autopsy?”

Zhou Yan looked back at him at that moment and said, “Originally, you were the subject of my autopsy, but you survived and I missed a valuable opportunity to dissect a mystic. Thank God for the mercy of God for actually sending two more over.”

Is that how the word “mercy” was used?

“It’s cold now, and they’ll probably freeze overnight, and it’s a little tricky to study bodies that aren’t fresh… So I need to do it as soon as possible,” Zhou Yan said while taking out tools from the cabinet under the operating table. He put on latex gloves, then picked up a tag and stabbed it into the earlobe of the corpse, as if marking the pig to be slaughtered. 

Luo Futu stared at him for a long time and whispered, “For some reason, I think your expression now is even scarier than a black wizard.”

Zhou Yan glanced at him and ignored him; Luo Futu grabbed the blanket and frowned. “I don’t care about you, but take me up first, it’s so cold down here.”

Zhou Yan ignored him, just putting on the mask, gloves, and white coat. “No time, you are so heavy, carrying you up is too much time.”

“…”

“I’m not mentally ready to face the mess up there.”

Luo Futu was not sure. “What do you mean?”

Zhou Yan squeezed the shoulder of the corpse with his hand and looked up at Luo Futu. “Don’t say you didn’t think of it. With all this mess, it’s probably pretty much destroyed up there.”

Luo Futu instantly understood that he was talking about his house. Luo Futu looked at Zhou Yan and sighed slightly, although not nodding, it was already equivalent to the affirmation of Zhou Yan’s statement.

“I don’t care about the house… The most important thing is my reagents, drugs, instruments… I just made a super telescope, still in the attic, I guess it can’t stay down.”

The two sons of bitches had made a mess of the ground floor, so he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep those things, and Zhou Yan didn’t have the courage to face that scene, so he chose to escape from reality.

Luo Futu saw Zhou Yan’s face obviously become not very good, and also was silent for a moment. He suddenly asked Zhou Yan, “Do you regret?”

“Regret what?”

“If you hadn’t taken me in, you wouldn’t have suffered all these things, and your home wouldn’t have become like this.”

Zhou Yan glanced at him. “What do you think?”

Zhou Yan was very depressed about the destruction of his baby, but if he were to ask him if he regrets picking up Luo Futu, there was no such thing.

An adult should be responsible for his own actions, Luo Futu fell into his house in that way, he had long guessed that his identity was not ordinary, he must have a series of troubles behind him. So in deciding to leave him behind, Zhou Yan acquiesced to the danger that Luo Futu would bring.

This was not a sign of noble sentiment, but a gamble paid to satisfy his curiosity. He wanted to know what the world behind Luo Futu was like and wanted to explore the secrets of the new world. Previously, even if he speculated wildly that there was no second set of viable theories in this world except for the scientific outlook in his hands or not, he could not find any evidence, but now he saw hope in Luo Futu.

This was more important to Zhou Yan than those reagents and instruments.

Luo Futu stared at Zhou Yan for half a day, then suddenly hooked his lips and said, “You don’t seem to be as angry as I thought.”

“Hm.” Zhou Yan touched the shadowless lamp on the operating table and turned the switch on. The bright white light shone on his face, making him look more and more indifferent. “I’m naturally angry for destroying my things, but I’m more curious about what happened today than…”

Luo Futu was surprised. “You do not believe it?”

“The facts are in front of me, and to say that I don’t believe is to deceive myself and others.” Zhou Yan’s tone was very calm, he seemed to have compromised on his worldview and was severely impacted by the matter. Zhou Yan, because of his high curiosity and fascination with science, now for the same reason wanted to explore the idea of mystics. It was not that he had changed, just because the environment in which he was in had changed.

Or to put it another way, Zhou Yan was surprised to learn that there were really such possibilities as spirits, souls, and magic, and that this was a whole new world for him—an unrecognized world that he wanted to explore in depth.

Zhou Yan suddenly looked up at Luo Futu. “I have a lot of questions that I need your answers to.”

“With pleasure.” Luo Futu’s voice was very elegant. “But once you decide to come to my world, there is no chance to escape.”

These words, which seemed to be flirtatious, were said by that face, adding a bit more temptation. However, Zhou Yan was not the kind of person who could understand the situation, so he only listened to the literal meaning: Luo Futu wanted to tell him that his world was dangerous. He gave him an expressionless look, raised his hand and stripped the black robe off the corpse, casually balled it up, and tossed it aside. “This is my own choice, no need to promise anything.”

Luo Futu grunted. “How ruthless.”

But it wasn’t until the moment Zhou Yan took out his scalpel that Luo Futu understood that an autopsy was about cutting up a corpse like livestock. The thought that he had almost become his autopsy subject made Luo Futu’s body ache. He had done many unforgivable things before: torturing, betraying mystics in public, burning his opponent in the art formation to the point of disintegration… Luo Futu was so ruthless and vicious, that within a few years of his debut, he had become a fearsome demon to the entire mystic community.

But even so, he had never tried to cut people into pieces with his own hands.

Luo Futu originally wondered if Zhou Yan was deliberately taking revenge for the two people who broke in and ruined his home, but after watching for a while it seemed like Zhou Yan didn’t have that much of a personal agenda. His expression was calm and serious, as if what he was doing was not a terrible thing at all, and the human corpse seemed no different to him than beef and pork. He should be used to doing this, but what would be used to dissecting a person?

Luo Futu couldn’t help but frown and pull the blanket up on his body seeing Zhou Yan running his beautiful hands over the corpse, looking at Luo Futu made him very uncomfortable, although he wore latex gloves and spaced out, but felt that those beautiful hands shouldn’t touch something dirty like a corpse.

Especially the corpse of Thomas’ dog.

Zhou Yan suddenly asked at this point, “Do you know him?”

Luo Futu froze for a moment. “First time we met.”

“What’s his name?”

Luo Futu shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Then his name is Blackie No. 2,” Zhou Yan said and pulled up the tag that was stabbed on his earlobe to write his name on the tag. 

Luo Futu froze for a moment and then angrily called out to him, “…Damn you don’t think I’m number one, do you? Change the name!”

Zhou Yan was puzzled. “Why do you mind so much? You’re not really called Blackie… Okay, okay, his skin is more yellow than yours, so it’s Yellowie, okay?”

“…” This guy’s style of naming was powerless to spit.

Luo Futu watched as Zhou Yan wrote the word “Yellowie” on the tag, and his heart was very complicated. Forget it, Yellowie was Yellowie, but it was better than Blackie No. 2.

Zhou Yan put on the mask and bowed towards the corpse, thanking him for the contribution he was going to make to the scientific community, which brought back bad memories for Luo Futu. Zhou Yan had done the same to him when he was in a coma. In other words, if he hadn’t woken up, what had happened to Yellowie would have happened to him next.

…

When he thought about it, he suddenly started to hurt!

Luo Futu’s face became very bad, but Zhou Yan could not understand his mood. Luo Futu watched him put a knife into “Yellowie’s” throat, clean, and without hesitation, and his blood also immediately went up high.

“…” Luo Futu felt phantom limb pain for the first time.

Zhou Yan seemed to have sensed something. While he was cutting down with the knife, Luo Futu was looking at him. “What is it? What’s with your expression?”

Luo Futu frowned. “You are horrible.”

Zhou Yan expressionlessly replaced the knife, pressed the corpse down, and pressed hard, only to hear a click. “Yellowie’s” sternum was cut open. “You’ve said it once.”

A large streak of blood gushed out, over his body, and then along the operating table drainage tube which led to the bottom of a bucket, causing a dripping sound. Luo Futu listened to the sound, then felt his scalp go numb. It was not that he was not used to seeing Zhou Yan kill people—or that he was happy to see him kill people. Luo Futu’s own hands were not clean, but because of the preconceived notion of being a “corpse”, Luo Futu felt very uncomfortable.

Zhou Yan noticed his expression and slightly hooked the corners of his lips up. For some reason, his heart was pleased. “If you are afraid, close your eyes. You are not invited for this.”

Luo Futu pulled up the corner of his mouth stiffly. “Me? I’m scared? Ridiculous… It’s just disgusting, and you’d better not touch these two dirty things again.”

Zhou Yan nodded at him. “Then get over it.”

“…”