Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

On the first day of October, everyone finally saw Gong Jingming, who had been missing for a long time.

The first person to find him was Song Qiming. The red-haired boy was just trying to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator when he noticed someone huddled in a corner nearby. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Gong Jingming.

So he started shouting, and that's when everyone noticed him.

In just over half a month, the once spirited summoner looked as if he had shed a layer of skin, his face was pale and ashen, and he was terribly thin.

He stared blankly at the sunlight on the ground, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for three days staring at a fragrant steamed bun, his Adam's apple bobbing with hunger.

Everyone then gathered around, but none of them dared to get too close to him.

He seemed unable to withstand any more fright; any suspicious noise would make him grit his teeth and tremble, curling up in a corner like a stray dog ​​that had been beaten and was in shock.

“Brother Jingming…” Yao Yue’s lips trembled.

She didn't know what could drive someone to such a point; such a thing was beyond her comprehension.

In her view, the worst thing that could happen was losing an arm or a leg, or dying. How could it have turned out like this?

"Hey bro, what's wrong with you?" Song Qiming exclaimed, trying to get closer to see what was wrong, but Tan Ling grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back.

She warned in a low voice, "Fool, don't provoke him."

Bai Wendong said somewhat seriously, "Let's stay away from him and not get too close."

He knew more than these young people.

Are you watching the giant pandas?

A familiar and crisp voice rang out, and Miao Yin appeared behind them at some point. She had her hands behind her back, smiling, with You Wenwen and Ling beside her.

At the same time, everyone heard Gong Jingming's breathing suddenly become heavier and his teeth chattering.

Miao Yin tapped the ground with her toes, and a message was conveyed. Gong Jingming, who had been curled up, suddenly moved.

He crawled toward her.

The young summoner was thin and bony, the rise and fall of his shoulder blades clearly visible under his white shirt. With each step, his arms trembled violently, his fingertips were bruised, and he dragged his legs as he crawled with difficulty.

It was only then that people realized that both of his legs were broken.

The areas not covered by the shirt were covered with tiny wounds, like those stabbed by a knife. Even the side of his face that was always turned to the side and not exposed had a horrifying scar across it.

An elegant and noble young woman walked gracefully, her exquisite attire contrasting with the invisible chains that bound her to the gladiatorial arena, pulling her step by step behind her.

He climbed quite fast, following behind Miao Yin, covering almost half of the living room before stopping at the sofa.

He was panting, having exhausted himself trying to keep up with Miao Yin's pace. Fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, his eyes were dark and his lips were cracked.

But Miao Yin didn't seem satisfied. She slowly crossed her legs, placed her hand on the sofa, and said, seemingly unintentionally, "Why are you so slow?"

Gong Jingming trembled, as if his breath had stopped for a few seconds, before he apologized fearfully, "I'm sorry... I... I'll do better next time... I'm sorry..."

No one can imagine what Gong Jingming has gone through these past few days to transform from his indifferent demeanor to his current cowardly and fearful state.

He has become a completely different person.

Miao Yin opened her palm to him, and he obediently leaned his head in, rubbed his palm against hers, and bent down to sit close to her.

This bizarre scene sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Alright, since you've been so good, I'll give you a little reward."

Miao Yin touched his chin sparingly, then withdrew her hand and glanced at You Wenwen.

Yu Wenwen understood immediately and used his special ability on Gong Jingming.

A green halo spread out, gently enveloping Gong Jingming, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

Except for his two legs, Yu Wenwen quickly healed all his injuries.

“Just like before, his bones are not shaped right, so I can’t heal them,” You Wenwen said to Miao Yin.

"It's been broken for too long, and it's already grown into new bone. Just break it again so it can grow back."

“This…” You Wenwen bit her lower lip, not daring to make a move.

"As long as it's broken, that's fine, right?" Bai Wendong asked.

"Yes."

“I’ll do it,” he said without hesitation.

A hint of amusement flashed in Miao Yin's eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"

“I’ve done it before, so I know what it feels like. I’ll be more accurate when I take action,” he analyzed rationally.

Miao Yin naturally didn't mind: "Then let's begin."

Unlike Tu Hao, Bai Wendong doesn't have the strength to crush human bones; he can only rely on his own special ability.

With a series of powerful strikes, an invisible force was unleashed on Gong Jingming's legs.

Bai Wendong: "Sorry, you'll have to bear with it."

Gong Jingming kept his head down and remained silent.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones breaking struck everyone's heart, instantly sending shivers down their spines.

Gong Jingming grunted and braced himself on the ground with both hands. If it weren't for the sofa in front of him, he would have collapsed onto the floor in his current physical condition.

He gritted his teeth and didn't let out a scream of pain.

Because Miao Yin had said that the room's soundproofing was poor, the sound should be "restrained".

"And now?" Miao Yin looked at You Wenwen.

“It’s ready.” You Wenwen stretched out his hand, and the emerald green power caused the broken bones to regenerate.

At least from the outside, Gong Jingming is still the same flawless summoner.

Miao Yin smiled at You Wenwen: "Wenwen, it is because you are here that I can always feel so at ease."

"...I feel very safe with Sister Miao Yin." You Wenwen finally relaxed her other hand, which had been curled up behind her back, and Ling patted her head.

Miao Yin nudged Gong Jingming, telling him to stay away, then looked around at the people in front of her and said, "Since you're all here, let me tell you to get your things ready. We're going to the Dream City base in a couple of days."

"Go to the base? Are you going to abandon this outpost?" Bai Wendong asked.

The base has a diverse population and strict rules. With a large number of people, there is basically nowhere for everyone to stay, so it is nothing compared to the small manor.

"What are you talking about? We just have something to do. We'll be back once we're done, but only if... you're still alive," she said casually.

The group exchanged glances but remained silent.

Tu Hao, who was furthest away from them, leaned against a pillar, squinting his eyes as if he were used to it, like a wolf resting after hunting: "Miao Yin, where's your pretty boy?"

"Xiao Zhou? He went out with Lady White Snake."

"What's wrong? Did your date not go well?" he said sarcastically.

Clearly, the commotion at night had woken him up. Although he didn't hear anything further, he knew that Miao Yin had dragged Yan Shuzhou out late at night just to avoid him.

Today they suddenly said they wanted to go to Dream City, so it seems they've already discussed it.

Thinking about this, he felt inexplicably annoyed at being kept in the dark.

"It went very smoothly, but he said he wanted to get stronger, so he didn't sleep all night and still wanted to go out. There was nothing I could do," Miao Yin said helplessly, spreading her hands.

At this point, her gaze fell on Gong Jingming again. He was sitting with his head down, motionless, like a soulless walking corpse.

"Tu Hao, if you're free, get him something to eat, or he'll starve to death here."

"Tsk." Tu Hao glanced at the guy on the ground with disdain.

"I'd rather starve to death."

If you've lost your personality, what's the point of living?

Ji Yuanzhou sighed: "Leave it to me."

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