Defeating Magic Chapter 18: The Primitive Way of Greeting

Chapter 18: The Primitive Way of Greeting  

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

The smell of blood gradually filled the room, but after the initial bad association, Luo Futu had gradually gotten used to the smell and scene. He watched Zhou Yan cut the two mystic corpses one by one, and he actually began to be happy.

Compared to those omegas who screamed at the sight of blood, Zhou Yan had a talent to adapt to his world: he and he were the same kind.

In fact, looking carefully, Luo Futu found that the dissection did not seem to be explained simply with the word “cruel”. Zhou Yan was not simply cutting the corpse, but was very organized; dissected organs and tissues were also laid out in an organized manner.

Interesting.

The temperature here in the basement was very low, but while Zhou Yan concentrated on cutting for a while, sweat actually seeped out of his forehead, and even visible to the naked eye, there was steam, which was somewhat comical.

Luo Futu became more and more curious about Zhou Yan’s previous affairs, including his strange weapons, those strange potions… His body, as if hiding the secrets of another world.

Zhou Yan opened up “Yellowie” to check the internal organs, and seemed to be a little tired. He straightened up to take a rest, and casually threw aside the clothes stripped from them. But at this moment, something suddenly fell from the black robe and fell on the floor.

When Zhou Yan picked it up, Luo Futu also noticed what was happening. He glanced at the plate in his hand and took the initiative to explain, “That’s their Fate card.”

“Fate card?” Zhou Yan repeated in confusion. He flipped the green jade token back and forth and looked at it, only to see a snake totem engraved on the back, and the word “Saint” engraved on the front.

Zhou Yan frowned. “How can they call themselves saints? What kind of people are they?”

Luo Futu smiled. “Look through it again and see if there is anything else on him.”

Zhou Yan hesitated, but searched both mystic’s bodies as Luo Futu said, but found nothing. Luo Futu looked a little disappointed. “The people of the Holy Spirit are so poor, they don’t even carry life saving pills with them.”

Zhou Yan then realized that Luo Futu wanted to find “life saving pills” from them, after all, he was also injured now, so maybe he could use them too.

Zhou Yan searched the other mystic’s clothes, but only found a plaque, and did not find any medicine.

“It seems you’re not very lucky, there’s nothing on this one either… But what’s the Holy Spirit?”

Luo Futu said casually, “That’s their faction. You don’t even know mystics, naturally even more don’t know mystic faction.”

Zhou Yan shook the card in his hand at Luo Futu. “Then explain it to me.”

“Mystic faction is divided into three factions: witch, saint and immortal, and the one you are holding is the fate card of the Holy Spirit faction. The so-called life card is something that can be used to protect your life, but also can be used to send messages to the sect. This is attached to spiritual power. Once the person holding the fate card dies, the spiritual power on the corresponding fate card of their headquarters will disappear, and the living soul will return to the fate card. But just now a big lightning struck down, their souls were struck on the spot and dissipated, so do not worry about the message being passed back.”

Zhou Yan listened to the story as if it were a myth, and he looked at Luo Futu. “So you are a Witch Spirit?”

The two men said, “The Witch Spirits are dead and the mutineers are mutineers,” which means Luo Futu’s faction was the Witch Spirits. It turned out that all his men had been killed.

Luo Futu asked instead of answering, “Did you hear that?”

This was obvious, Zhou Yan not only heard about his dead men, but also heard that they were catching him all over the world, and once caught, they would drag him back to the wheel.

Thinking of his wretched appearance being seen by Zhou Yan, Luo Futu could not face up. “These people are not good.”

Zhou Yan had doubts about this. “Just from the name, wu… This word, compared to the other two, instead of sounding good…”

He was a saint and an immortal, but him? He was a wizard, the blackest of all black wizards.

Luo Futu sneered, seemingly not bothering to argue, and Zhou Yan asked, “What about the other faction? The spirits are also your opponents? You won’t be pinned down by the two factions.”

“They are also worthy?”

Zhou Yan was curious. “What’s wrong with them?”

Luo Futu looked at him with a very strange smile. “I annexed them five years ago.”

“…”

Zhou Yan raised his head to look at him. “You are really a big devil.”

Luo Futu had long been accustomed to this kind of comment, but for some reason, he felt it was especially harsh when it came out of Zhou Yan’s mouth. Luo Futu stared at him and narrowed his eyes, silently angry: This guy Zhou Yan was getting more and more incoherent, we must teach him a lesson.

Zhou Yan was unaware of this, throwing the green jade plaque in his hand into the pile of clothes and continuing the dissection work in hand. In fact, he understood that Luo Futu should hold a sect leader-like role. But this world was not also the government and other institutions, how to hear him describe it as if it were a martial arts world.

“Huh? What is this?”

Luo Futu reflexively looked over and saw Zhou Yan gently picking out a fluorescent blue band of light about ten centimeters from the back of the neck of the corpse on the surgical bed. Zhou Yan grabbed the band of light with his hand and pulled it out. Luo Futu was about to say something to stop it, but the band of light was already ripped out with a snap, and then fell softly into Zhou Yan’s palm.

“…”

Luo Futu let out two weird low laughs, but no emotion could be heard.

Zhou Yan, however, was very happy as he handed the shiny object in his hand to Luo Futu. “Do you know what this is? Should there be such a thing in humans?”

Luo Futu hooked his lips. “How should I know? I’m a demon who has never cut people into pieces.”

Zhou Yan heard that he was degrading himself and didn’t really want to pay attention. “Then do you know what’s special about mystics?”

Luo Futu nestled his jaw in one hand and tilted his head to look at Zhou Yan. “There is a place on mystic’s body where meridians come together, called the meridian, which is the key to the output of spiritual power.”

Zhou Yan nodded thoughtfully. “The meridian is the source of generating spiritual power?”

“No, it’s just the method of outputting spiritual power, as for how spiritual power is generated, that’s something mystics know innately, no need to deliberately study or learn.”

When he said this, he saw Zhou Yan had found a glass jar and put it inside, writing the word “Yellowie” on the jar with a marker.

Luo Futu was finally shocked. “Why don’t you throw that dirty thing away but prepare to make wine with it?”

Zhou Yan glanced at him and put the glass jar in a high cupboard. “How can I throw away such a precious sample? I have to study it carefully… It looks like it’s some kind of connective tissue, or maybe some kind of nerve cell mass, so I’ll do a biopsy later to check.” Zhou Yan finished and asked, “But is the meridian located at the back of the neck? It’s very close to the gland.”

Luo Futu said calmly, “No one has ever looked deeper, using spiritual power is mystic instinct.”

Zhou Yan gave him a look and sounded a bit dissatisfied. “Empiricists really like the style of primitive people.”

“Oh… What other words can you use to describe me, primitive man, devil… If it was known that you dissected mystic corpses, you’d be treated like a demon.”

After all, they were living in different times, even he tried to dissect a carrier pigeon before and was treated as a monster by Xiao Ban, let alone dissecting a human.

Zhou Yan did not refute him, he put the glass jar away and then did the same with the other mystic corpse, and found the same thing in the same part of the other corpse, which confirmed Zhou Yan’s suspicion. If all mystics have this kind of thing in their bodies, it would be too abnormal. Zhou Yan was very happy to cut off another strip of light, find a jar to save it, and named it “Yellowie No. 2”.

After all this, Zhou Yan pulled on his clothes and said to himself, “It’s a little cold.”

Luo Futu said coolly from the side, “It took you so long to feel the cold, you seem to really like dissecting, so focused.”

He has always spoken in a strange way, and Zhou Yan was used to it, so he just glanced at him. “Can you move yet? There are still some things to be done here, if you can move, go up first.”

If he were to freeze him again, he’d have to treat him himself.

“What else is not finished? Isn’t it all dissected?”

It seems that he still can’t move.

Zhou Yan took out the needle and thread and began to sew the two bodies back together. “Finishing up.”

Zhou Yan was used to doing this; his needle and thread work was very good, the technique was clean and sharp, and in sewing the body, one could hardly see the flaws.

But as for his behavior, Luo Futu did not quite understand. “Why go through so much trouble? They destroyed your home, you should hate them, just throw them anywhere. There are many mountains here, throw them into the mountains and the beasts will take care of it for you.”

Zhou Yan dressed the two mystics and tidied up the remains. “Of course not, this has to be seen separately. It’s wrong for them to break into a home, but it’s wrong for me not to sew them up after the autopsy.”

Luo Futu’s voice was conspiratorial. “To be so nice to two mourning dogs…”

—but called him a devil? Could he be sympathetic to that fool Thomas?

Zhou Yan was strange, he had such a clear line between love and hate: hate was the hate part, love was the love part. As a human being, it was too sensible. Luo Futu was the exact opposite: if he hates a person, he will kill everything related to that person.

Zhou Yan finished all this, the blood-stained gloves, mask, and apron were tossed inside a metal bucket in the corner, and then he walked to Luo Futu. With his back to him, he crouched down. He patted his back and gestured for Luo Futu to come up. “Come here, I’ll carry you up.”

Luo Futu stared at the white back of Zhou Yan’s neck for a long time, and then suddenly let out a low laugh of uncertainty. He leaned down and hugged Zhou Yan’s body tightly.

Zhou Yan climbed the steps with Luo Futu on his back, he hesitated and asked, “By the way, what’s a high priest? It sounds like a title that would appear in the foolish people policy…”

Well, not only did he call him a devil, but now he’s calling him a fool! Luo Futu stared at Zhou Yan’s neck for a long time, then suddenly opened his mouth and bit down on it.

Zhou Yan, unprepared, screamed and then almost fell on the floor. Luo Futu was firmly stuck to his back, so he clenched his hand and did not drop the bastard to his death.

But he was already heavy, and Zhou Yan lost his center of gravity for a moment, so he had to kneel on the floor to hold his body up so he wouldn’t fall.

“…What are you doing?!” Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and squeezed a few words out of his teeth.

Luo Futu lay on his back and licked gently over Zhou Yan’s glands. “Saying hello to you.”

“…” What?!

Luo Futu’s voice came over coolly: “This is how primitive people greet each other. I heard a lot of words for me, and I was very frightened inside, so I wanted to get along with you in this way.”

Only then did Zhou Yan realize that Luo Futu was not trying to get along with him, he was taking revenge because he had a problem with what he said.

After Luo Futu finished, he turned his head sideways and stared at Zhou Yan’s face and asked, “How about it, are you happier?”

Happy my ass!