pjbooks Chapter 37 This Time, Dad Will Take You Away
Chapter 37 This Time, Dad Will Take You Away
Looking at the distraught old man before her, Xu Yuan felt a complex mix of emotions.
Now he finally understood why Nurgle's power had targeted Zhang Quanfu, this kind-hearted old man...
The power of the Four Gods requires extreme emotions!
Even the most intense love, amidst heartbreak and despair, can be twisted into the most fertile soil.
Zhang Quanfu refused to accept the fact that his son was dead...
Ultimately, they could only rely on the power of Negri to manipulate microorganisms to maintain the illusion that their son Zhang Jian was still alive.
Even if Xu Yuan didn't want to uncover this fragile facade, he had to do it.
Xu Yuan didn't want to be the one to pop the bubble, but he had no choice. The fungal carpet continued to expand, and the lives of millions in Rongcheng hung by a thread. This wasn't a philosophical dilemma of killing one to save ten thousand; it was the bloody reality he had to face.
Looking at the old man still lost in his dream, Xu Yuan sighed silently, her voice low yet exceptionally clear: "Uncle Zhang..."
Zhang Quanfu paused almost imperceptibly while stirring the large pot.
"Your son, Zhang Jian," Xu Yuan's gaze shifted to the corpse outside the window, "he's not asleep, he... he's dead."
The air seemed to freeze. Only the viscous liquid in the large pot continued to gurgle, and the seemingly endless whispers outside the window.
Zhang Quanfu did not turn around; his hunched back seemed to bend even more.
He remained silent for a very long time, so long that Xu Yuan thought he would completely break down and go insane.
Just as Xu Yuan was concentrating on preparing to deal with the infected's counterattack.
Zhang Quanfu finally spoke.
"...I know." His voice was hoarse and heavy.
Just three words.
This left Xu Yuan stunned.
Did he know?
But if he knew...
"The gym is so cold, I knew it wouldn't get warm no matter how I tried to cover it up." He continued stirring the thick pus in the pot.
The voices began to become calm, as if they were discussing today's weather.
"Later, my body started to itch, and these green things grew on it. My mind also started to malfunction from time to time, and that's when I realized what was going on."
"I can even feel that blanket outside. It's growing, it keeps growing. I'm trying so hard to hold it down, but... I can't hold it down any longer. I know that if you hadn't come today, we would have really made a huge mess!"
His voice finally trembled slightly.
"I just... can't bear it. Xiao Jian was so young, he... shouldn't have died like this..."
Zhang Quanfu finally turned around. In his cloudy old eyes, there was no madness, only sadness and weariness hidden deep beneath the dark green.
He turned his head and glanced longingly at Zhang Jian in the courtyard.
"Let me have one last meal with Xiao Jian, just one."
Xu Yuan fell silent.
If the other party were begging for mercy or threatening him, he would not hesitate to act. But at this moment, facing his father who was consciously walking towards destruction, he could not refuse this final ritual.
The Dragon Soul team hadn't arrived yet.
Xu Yuan didn't say anything, but simply nodded and stepped aside to make way for her.
A smile appeared on Zhang Quanfu's face.
He reached into the large black pot and scooped out two bowls of green, unidentified viscous liquid, then walked to the table in the yard.
He placed one bowl in front of himself and the other in front of Zhang Jian.
"Dumplings before boarding, noodles upon arrival. Dad cooked dumplings for you, eat up... After you've finished eating, let's travel together."
Xu Yuan glanced at the thick, unidentified liquid in the bowl.
The influence of the filthy forces on Zhang Fuquan has distorted his perception.
Zhang Fuquan took the first bite, as if he were savoring the most delicious food in the world, tasting it in small bites.
Meanwhile, Zhang Jian, sitting opposite him—this corpse—was also mechanically picking up a spoon and continuously feeding it to his mouth under the control of the fungal carpet.
Zhang Quanfu smiled contentedly only after Zhang Jian had finished all the food.
He stood up from the stool, carefully wiped Zhang Jian's mouth, and then spoke to Xu Yuan.
"Young man, thank you for listening to me ramble on for so long and for having this last meal with me."
"In my whole life, I haven't accomplished much. All I left my son was this scrap metal recycling station. Now that my son is gone, I'll just abandon the station."
At this point, Zhang Quanfu looked around, his gaze sweeping over the scrap metal recycling station before finally settling on the signboard at the entrance.
——Old Zhang's scrap metal recycling station.
"Alright, let's not cause any more trouble for others!"
After saying that, Zhang Fuquan opened his arms as if to give Zhang Jian, who had already lost all signs of life, one last hug.
Under Xu Yuan's watchful gaze, his body, starting from the edges, gradually became ethereal and disintegrated...
Like firewood that has burned out, it turns into tiny green fluorescent lights that shimmer with a faint glow.
Just before he was about to completely dissipate, Zhang Quanfu turned his head and glanced at Zhang Jian.
"Son, this time, Dad will take you away..."
As Zhang Quanfu, the core source of pollution, completely disappeared, the pale green fungal carpet that covered the entire waste recycling station quickly turned gray and withered... until it turned to ashes.
The pale green color faded.
The sun has finally shone on this land again.
A faint light shone from the center of the scrap metal recycling station and quickly rushed into Xu Yuan's body.
The world's will did not cease responding to the wish simply because Zhang Quanfu chose to self-decompose.
The percentage of the sky also dropped from 87% to 82%.
Another 5% drop!
Xu Yuan stood quietly in place, without checking the world's feedback.
Looking at the now empty and fully restored scrap metal recycling station, he felt not the joy he had felt before, but rather a sense of loss.
Whose fault is this?
Is society to blame? But Zhang Jian's sudden death was caused by his taking on multiple jobs; he only wanted to buy a house for his father's retirement.
Is Zhang Quanfu eccentric?
But he lived an honest life and never harmed anyone just because he was possessed by the power of Nurgle. He even wished that it was true that he actively suppressed the expansion speed of the creep.
Blame yourself?
Then it's even less surprising!
If I don't come, millions, even tens of millions, of people in Rongcheng will die!
There are currently no effective measures to control the spread of the infection.
The power of the Four Gods is a completely foreign realm to human technology.
An unnamed anger rose within him, almost bursting through his chest.
The only thing to blame is the Four Gods!
Oh shit!
It must be Tzeentch's trick!
It's all Jianqi's fault!
Just at that moment.
"Boom boom boom..."
The sound of the propeller cutting through the air rang out.
An unmarked helicopter approached from a distance.
The Dragon Soul team has finally arrived.
After the helicopter landed, Zhao Guoqiang was the first to get off.
Looking at the empty scrap metal yard, he even wondered if he had gone to the wrong place.
It was originally a pale green, and there wasn't a single trace of it to be found!
It's as if nothing ever happened.
But now, the promises made at the center of the scrap metal recycling station cannot be faked.
Has the infected been dealt with?
Zhao Guoqiang carefully examined the surrounding environment but found no signs of a battle.
He couldn't help but gasp.
hiss……
Instant kill?
He did read the information before setting off!
This time, the infected are incredibly powerful!
But now that I look at it...
What's truly terrifying is making a wish...
However, considering that he still had to write an action report and collect experimental materials, Zhao Guoqiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Xu Yuan.
"Um... Comrade Xu Yuan, the infected here..."
"His name was Zhang Quanfu. He's gone to enjoy his life..."
Xu Yuan was feeling extremely upset and had no desire to talk to Zhao Guoqiang.
"You guys clean up the mess first, I'll wait for you on the plane."
He said no more and turned to walk straight toward the helicopter.
The anger inside needs to be released.
If one's thoughts are not clear, one cannot find peace.
Fortunately, he had the most direct solution—
祷！
We must go find that bastard Tzeentch immediately!
Begin the prayer!