Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 155 Groundbreaking Wisdom
It was midday, and the sun was at its zenith.

A convoy of more than a dozen green off-road jeeps lined up and struggled through the rugged mountain forest.

The road was full of ditches and tree roots, and even with a relatively reliable guide, Li Junguo still had some doubts.

He wondered whether he was walking on a path cleared by hikers heading up the mountain or a trail made by wild animals in the forest.

The tall weeds and shrubs, some even taller than a car, make it hard to believe that there used to be a road here.

Fortunately, it was just weeds and didn't affect the progress of this military-grade off-road vehicle.

At this moment, in the back seat of an off-road vehicle at the end of the convoy.

Jiang Shengping, now codenamed "Blind Jiang," has removed his face covering.

Now, her face no longer looks like a dried-up corpse, but is rosy and full.

He was driving with the window down, squinting, looking like he was really enjoying the mountain breeze.

This also caught the attention of a round-faced, bespectacled female student who went by the pseudonym "Ling Niao'er," who stared at the scene with great curiosity.

In the end, I couldn't help but ask.

"Blind Jiang, what happened to your face? Weren't you supposed to look like a raisin?"

Hearing his companion ask this question, Jiang Shengping smiled and looked away from the car window.

Anyone could tell that he was in a very good mood, and even his tone of voice was raised three degrees.

"Aha, it works pretty well, doesn't it? It was a method I suddenly came up with last night at the hotel just before we were leaving."

He spoke in a cheerful tone, and even turned his head to wink at her.

"How about it? Want to know my brilliant trick? Let me tell you, most people would never think of it."

Meanwhile, the bespectacled junior "Ling Niao'er," who was sitting in the back seat, looked at Jiang Shengping, whose appearance had recovered but whose movements and expressions had changed drastically, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Before all these things happened, Jiang Shengping was a sycophantic and hypocritical person.

Apart from Professor Gu, who was being deceived, everyone around him was annoyed by him.

Even if they don't say it out loud, they secretly feel contempt.

But look at the present.

The green mountains and clear waters outside the car window are bathed in bright sunshine.

This hypocritical, seemingly refined scoundrel, who had spent most of his life feigning sophistication, was now smiling purely and brightly, as if he had become a completely different person.

He seemed to have seen through something and let go.

Perhaps this is their true personality?

After experiencing those things, everyone in the team has changed to some extent.

Jiang Shengping is arguably the one who has changed the most. He has lost his former mercenary air and is no longer so annoying.

Before I knew it, so much time had passed since that harrowing experience of going down into the tomb.

I wonder what Yang Ping is doing? Is he still writing textbooks?
While he was lost in thought, Jiang Shengping, who hadn't said a word, curiously came over.

"Hmm? Why are you suddenly thinking about something so serious?"

"Could it be... that he's thinking about Daoist Yang Ping? Hehe..."

Upon hearing this, the spirit bird was stunned for a moment, and then its lips twitched.

Taking advantage of his short stature, he raised his leg and slapped the big man's face as he approached.

"Paji!"

"roll!"

"How did someone who was once so well-dressed become so sleazy!"

Meanwhile, Jiang Shengping, who had been kicked and knocked back against the chair, wasn't angry. Instead, he sat up with a sheepish grin on his face.

The four members of the team were used to this kind of unrestrained interaction.

After being transformed into zombies, they lost the ability to feel pain. Many serious injuries felt like mosquito bites to them.

Over time, they lost their sense of rhythm and strength in their movements.

"Oh dear, don't be so formal, don't be so formal, and it's not really a miniature version of what you meant by Master Yang, is it? We all understand what you mean by Master Yang..."

His words, mumbled and unclear, fell to the ground.

Seeing that the bespectacled woman in front of him already had a gloomy face and was reaching for a knife, he quickly waved his hand to indicate his surrender.

"Alright, alright, alright, I'll stop hiding then."

As he spoke, he skillfully raised his hand and snapped his dislocated jaw back into place with a crack.

Seeing that he had given in, Lingniao'er did not continue to attack, but just snorted and said nothing more.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Jiang Shengping simply pulled open his sleeve.

He handed it to the other person while speaking in a mysterious tone.

"Alright, alright, I was just gossiping. Weren't you curious about how my skin got better? Look here."

The spirit bird, who was turning its head to the side, couldn't help but turn around and look when it heard this.

They discovered that on the inside of the other person's forearm, where the sleeve had been pulled open, there was a small tube protruding from the outside, while the other end seemed to be buried under the skin.

Seeing that he had successfully piqued the other party's curiosity, Jiang Shengping chuckled.

He pulled the plug off the flexible tube on his forearm.

As he made this movement, a clear, light pink liquid slowly flowed from the opening of the tube embedded in his skin.

This scene completely stunned Lingniao'er, who didn't even notice that her glasses had slipped down her nose.

However, after looking at it carefully for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he turned his puzzled gaze to Jiang Shengping.

"Hehe, didn't understand?"

Noticing that he had enlivened the atmosphere, Jiang Shengping carefully plugged the opening of the hose again.

He sat up straight, speaking with a proud expression.

"This is a method I invented myself. Let me tell you, look how rosy and plump my skin is now. I feel like my skin is even better than before I became a zombie..."

Seeing that he was about to start teasing her again, Lingniao'er had already expected it.

He simply took the short knife from his side and slammed it onto the seat between the two of them.

"Snapped!"

"If you don't tell me, I'll dissect yourself right now and see for myself."

Interrupted by this cold voice, Jiang Shengping smiled helplessly, no longer keeping the other party in suspense, and spoke directly.

"Well, I'll just say it then."

"I added antifreeze!"

Upon hearing this, not only was the spirit bird who was speaking to it stunned, but the driver in front and the other accompanying personnel were also stunned.

"Wha...what? What do you mean by antifreeze?"

The spirit bird, unable to contain her curiosity, recalled the pale pink, translucent liquid that had just flowed from the tube on the other person's arm. A bold idea formed in her mind.

He then looked at the smug Jiang Shengping with a look of horror and disbelief.

"Shouldn't you..."

"That's right!"

Seeing the other party's surprise, Jiang Shengping stopped pursuing the case and revealed his brilliant idea.

“Last night, I was looking in the mirror and a thought suddenly struck me. You said that since I did it because my body couldn’t produce blood.”

"Then why don't I just add something else into my blood vessels?"

"Adding animal or human blood will definitely make it smell bad over time, but antifreeze won't."

"And there are various colors to choose from!"

"I tried it, and this pink one looks best on my skin tone when injected into my body."

As he spoke, he grinned and showed his teeth.

"Then I bought a medical syringe overnight and injected two bags of antifreeze weighing 6 kilograms into my body."

"And this is the result we see now. How about it? Pretty good, right?"

"... "

The spirit bird remained silent in response to his final question.

This level of innovation and creativity cannot be explained by inspiration alone.

Now, Lingniao'er is worried about another issue.

Does becoming a half-zombie mean you're further away from humans and closer to the underworld?
This doesn't seem like something that could be done on Earth under the sun.

...

but…

Ling Niao'er glanced at Jiang Shengping, whose skin was plump and smooth, standing to the side.

Then he looked down at his own hands, which were already slightly wrinkled.

fell into silence.

Although it's a bit hard to understand, the effect seems pretty good?

After turning into a zombie, my heart stopped beating, and the blood in my veins became just decoration.

In addition, the long-term testing, which lasted for more than a month, consumed a considerable amount of blood.

Without new revenue streams, it naturally becomes somewhat deflated.

Although not as severe as Jiang Shengping's case, there were still some changes in appearance.

Considering the composition of antifreeze, it actually seems quite perfect.

It won't freeze in blood vessels like water in cold weather, nor will it react and expand in blood vessels in hot weather.

Moreover, it comes in a variety of colors, making it seem like a really good alternative.

"I might give it a try if I have the chance..."

"Otherwise, with more battles in the future, injuries and bleeding are inevitable. Once the blood dries up, I'll probably look really ugly..."

After thinking about it, I realized that Jiang Shengping used to have to cover his face all the time, and his appearance was like a big raisin.

She couldn't help but shiver.

If things really turned out that way, even if I had the chance to go on a date with Master Yang Ping, I'd probably be mistaken for a dried-up corpse and stabbed to death with a peach wood sword.
Just imagining that scene completely dispelled my initial resistance to antifreeze.

He raised his head and looked at Jiang Shengping with a serious expression.

"Your method is brilliant, a genius idea."

Meanwhile, Jiang Shengping didn't know why the other party, after a period of silence, affirmed his groundbreaking innovative idea.

But soon, he put that doubt behind him and instead continued to talk to the spirit bird about the wonderful uses of antifreeze with a mysterious look on his face.

This time, however, the spirit bird was listening intently, nodding occasionally.

"Let me tell you, the brand of antifreeze..."

"... "

The two were engaged in a heated exchange, but the other members of their entourage who had been listening to their conversation didn't share that view.

From initial confusion to surprise, and then to terror.

Listening to the two of them still having a long and enthusiastic discussion, I didn't know what to say.

The accompanying civilian scientific expedition team served both as a technical supplement and as guides familiar with the local terrain, leading the team forward.

At this moment, a young team member wearing a wide-brimmed outdoor sun hat and brown mountaineering clothing appeared.

He looked terrified and exchanged a glance with the captain beside him, both seeing the complex emotions in each other's eyes.

"Captain, are all these superhumans...so different from ordinary people?"

Upon hearing the young team member's words, the bearded leader of the Beijing investigation team remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that his question had not been answered, the young man wearing a wide-brimmed hat turned around and looked at the back row from the middle of the seats.

There were three people wearing Special Operations Bureau uniforms.

These three individuals, known as the strongest superhumans in the bureau, were drawn from the exploration team formed in the capital to serve as protection for the under-resourced investigation team.

However, the three of them also heard the horrifying conversation between Jiang Shengping and Ling Niao'er through the walkie-talkies they were carrying.

They were all silent at this moment, sitting without saying a word.

The tallest of the three, a bald man sitting in the middle, noticed the person peering ahead and looked at his young research team member.

Recognizing the look in the other person's eyes, as if they were looking at a monster or something twisted, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not from the same branch office as the people in the car behind me."

He uttered these words lightly, but then felt that he hadn't expressed himself clearly enough, so he added another sentence.

"We can't be as... well... advanced as they are."

Upon hearing the tall, bald man's explanation, the young team member wearing a wide-brimmed hat, half-believing, pulled his protruding upper body back into a seated position.

After a moment of silence in the car, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, sitting to the right of the bald, muscular man, couldn't help but speak in a low voice.

"I had heard on the data network that the branch in Wushan was the first to form a superhuman force, and its members were all extremely ruthless and fierce."

"I never expected him to be this ruthless. Not only is he decisive and ruthless as the legends say, but he's also ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself..."

The soft murmur faded away.

Both the bald, burly man leading the three-person team and the short, thin young man on the other side nodded vigorously in agreement.

"really…"

(End of this chapter)