Chapter 246: Order of the First Emperor

Xie Qingcheng sits still in his cell.

His eyes were covered with snow-white bandages, which were still oozing blood.

The cook who had been in charge of his diet had come to bring him another meal, and this time he finally had a bowl of porridge.

Halfway through the congee, the door to the cell was opened, and in came some of Mandela's lab technicians, who this time didn't bring any blood-taking tablets, but said directly to Xie Qingcheng, "Time's up."

"...... Oh." Xie Qingcheng remained calm, "Is it finally confirmed."

"......"

"There's still some porridge left." He said faintly, "I'll finish it and leave."

Strangely enough, it wasn't something that had to be agreed to, but the researchers couldn't refuse to face this man who didn't show the slightest bit of weakness even after his eyes had been dug out.

They stood still and waited.

A little while later, He Yu finally came here in person.

"Mr. He."

"Hello Mr. He."

The researchers, who were not as advanced as He Yu, immediately bowed their heads and lowered their eyes when they saw him, and greeted him.

Xie Qingcheng's hand, which was holding the porcelain spoon, also paused slightly.

He Yu ignored the researchers as he walked into the room, his eyes landing on Xie Qingcheng.

He saw the man who was about to become a living donor, sitting upright at the table. Because of the loss of light, Xie Qingcheng's movements in drinking congee became very slow, and he slightly turned his face sideways, and his thin face appeared as pale as jade under the cold-colored light.

Xie Qingcheng is completely blind.

He Yu looked at him, and inexplicably, his heart was suddenly very dull, as if he had been pierced by a hard awl - but he didn't know why.

The man just sat there quietly.

It is an old saying that deaf people are fools and blind people are wise, because deaf people who cannot hear voices will always shout and appear reckless, whereas blind people, who cannot see, tend to concentrate and behave in a cautious and quiet manner, and He Yu has seen a similar expression in the Chun qin shi (Transcription of the Spring Harp).

He also remembers the Chunqin copy, and also remembers once learning from the male lead in the Chunqin copy, massaging Xie Qingcheng's feet and tucking them into his arms for warmth. He also remembers Xie Qingcheng, remembering all the things that happened, but his mind has been controlled and forcibly implanted and remodeled, and he doesn't have the slightest affection for Xie Qingcheng.

That tenderness should all be gone.

There was a constant voice inside his head telling him what to do, and he felt vaguely resistant to it, but the voice was like a giant beast holding down the fort in his chest, weighing him down completely.

He just looked at the blindness.

Numb.

Suffocated.

He wanted to cry for some reason, but his heart felt like it was frozen again and no tears came out.

From the beginning to the end, there was dead silence.

After finishing the remaining bit of porridge, Xie Qingcheng slowly put down the spoon and raised his head, roughly facing He Yu's direction.

It was Xie Qingcheng who finally broke the silence.

"So it was you who came to see me off." That voice was calm and peaceful, as it had been in the past.

He Yu: "Uh-huh."

There was a pause of a few seconds, "Is there anything else you want to say."

"......" Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a while, he seemed to be trying to say something, but in the end, he only smiled lightly, that smile was too light and too gentle, like a peach blossom jellyfish floating by, on his bloodless face, so transparent that it was almost invisible.

At the end, he and the man said, "It's okay, it's nothing."

He said, standing up himself, roughly judging the direction, and taking two steps forward.

He Yu frowned, and some emotion seemed to be tugged heavily in the depths of his brain. He thought to himself how this person was still so superior even after all this, so used to being independent that he even had to walk on his own when he was blind.

Just as he was thinking, Xie Qingcheng accidentally touched the corner of the table and tilted his body.

"Beware."

"......"

By the time He Yu himself reacted, he was already holding the man's hand as if it were a habit deep in his bones.

But in the next second, He Yu felt a sharp pain like a crack inside his skull, and some kind of punishment mechanism seemed to have been turned on in his brain, so he couldn't help but let go of his hand, took a deep breath, and turned his head to the scientific researcher who stood by the door and said, "Take him downstairs. I'll be right behind you."

"Yes!"

Xie Qingcheng, surrounded by researchers, brushes past He Yu on the wrong side.

When the two crossed paths, Xie Qingcheng stopped and after a pause, he said, "...... Kid ...... Thank you."

Thank him for what?

Why thank him after losing your sight ...... Why thank him when he's sending him to surgery?

Why call him a brat after all this ...... Why ......

Just by thinking about it, He Yu felt his soul hurt as if it had been cut open! It was as if the soul wanted to break away from the bonds of this body and violently embrace this man who was drifting away from him from behind. Hold him so that he doesn't go away.

Don't go.

A fine shiver ran through his body, his molars cackling as he endured the inexplicable pain that tore through him.

Close your eyes ......

"Click."

The door, finally, closed behind him.

As the sound of footsteps slowly disappeared, He Yu leaned against the door of this cell as if he had lost his strength, and his gaze was still directed at the place where Xie Qingcheng had been sitting with his eyes downcast just a moment ago.

There was still a beam of light shining down there, but the emaciated man under the beam was gone.

He Yu raised his hand, fingertips cold and shaking, and touched his heart--

Mandela's dogma is supreme.

Any sacrifice is worth it.

There is no such thing as an irreplaceable person.

The words tightened on his soul like a spell, fiercely sealing and imprisoning the dragon that hissed and wailed in his heart.

With a bang, the auger sank into the abyss!

He was greeted with even greater numbness after the great pain in his heart, and the last wisp of warmth that escaped from his heart was the words that Xie Qingcheng, sitting across from him on his twentieth birthday, calmly said to him through the haze of the hot pot-

"Happy Birthday."

He tilted his head back and gasped, the controller in his chest radiating a fluorescent red light, a gentle wish from long ago that eventually spread like ripples, slowly ......

It's back to dead silence.

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Xie Qingcheng was eventually taken to the bunker lab through a secret passage.

This deepest part of Mandela Island was heavily guarded, and in his wheelchair, he was pushed all the way down, eventually passing through three thick alloy blast-proof doors to the overstuffed basement.

The last of the doors closed behind him.

Xie Qingcheng is thrust into the center of the underground lab.

There stood two riot transfer pods made of special glass that looked like giant capsules. The device looked simple, but it was so secure that few weapons could destroy it and harm its contents.

This is where the brain transplant is about to take place.

Duan Cuizhen was already lying with his arms wide open in one of the capsule chambers, the other empty chamber was for Xie Qingcheng. Behind this device, a group of reformed people and reformed hyenas stood in blackness, they were responsible for guarding the entire ceremony and were currently all on standby, the control rings on their foreheads flickered like pairs of red eyes, illuminating countless dark red stars in the darkness.

Anthony and several other senior researchers are busy in front of the large and complex device, and Anthony is currently making the final calculations on a sample of Xie Qingcheng's DNA.

Duan Wen was sitting in the same chair that Duan Cuizhen had been sitting in before, and behind him stood Li Yun, who was expressionless, as if he were in a state of suspended animation.

He watched as the researcher pushed Xie Qingcheng all the way closer, eventually stopping at the bottom of his steps, a few meters away. Opening his mouth, he said, "You're here."

"I'm coming."

"Any last thing you want to account for."

"No." Xie Qingcheng said, "It's time you honored your promise."

Duan Wen: "......"

Duan Wen was not so convinced that Xie Qingcheng had really been captured, and up to this moment he was still wary of him, despite the fact that a full-body scan in the basement would have identified even a single piece of shrapnel of less than 0.5 millimeters inside and outside of his body, and he was still wary of him.

Duan Wen slowly got up, walked to Xie Qingcheng face, condescendingly looked at him. Look at his sick and rotten face, snow white gauze, blood oozing out of the gauze, sunken eyes under the blood.

That's weird ......

Why did it make him feel so uneasy when he was obviously crippled like this.

Why did it still make him feel so dangerous when there was obviously no metal on him except the shackles that held him in place?

Duan Wen did not relax as he told Xie Qingcheng, "I will honor my promise to release He Yu and remove his mind control. Please go into the bio-pod first."

Xie Qingcheng, however, said, "Please release him first. When he returns, you contact the commander of the Dream Breakers in front of me and explain the situation, and when I confirm that he arrived safely, I will voluntarily enter the pod to cooperate with your operation."

"......"

"This is the order we agreed on before, Duan Wen."

Duan Wen did not answer, but Duan Cuizhen's voice rang out.

She was already in the cabin, her voice coming through the cabin's loudspeaker, her brittle childish voice sounding strangely eerie at the moment.

"Chou Huang, now that's a change in circumstances." Duan Cuizhen said, "We have to perform the surgery first, and He Yu has to stay here until it's done, unless you have what it takes to get those Dreambreakers outside who escaped the prison to stop attacking."

Xie Qingcheng finished listening to Duan Cuizhen's words, but did not look up in Duan Cuizhen's direction, his face was still facing towards where Duan Wen was standing, "Are you going to go back on your word."

"...... Don't worry, I'll let him back in once the surgery is over."

Xie Qingcheng was quiet for a moment, "Li Yun speaks with a power you will never understand, Chen Lisheng."

"What Chen Lisheng, his surname is Duan!" Duan Cuizhen said in a stern voice, "Alright, no need to be so wordy, Duan Wen, bring the people here, let's begin!"

Duan Wen took a step forward.

However, Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, and his tone was as cold as ice on a cold day.

"Duan Wen, you remember what I told you. As long as I don't want to, even if you guys get my body, the power of the First Emperor will end."

Duan Wen's footsteps suddenly lurched.

This time even Duan Cuizhen didn't dare to rush things any further, her eyes wide and her expression twisted and tense as she stared around the cabin.

"Just stand there and don't take another step forward or I will destroy my power immediately."

"......"

Perhaps because Xie Qingcheng is in a wheelchair, followed by the researchers escorting his wheelchair, and because he is so calm and collected, no less so than Duan Wen, he looks like a big brother who can compete with them on equal footing and does not back down in the negotiating table.

"You do what we initially discussed." Xie Qingcheng's voice carried an undeniable oppressive force, "I am here for him. In this matter, we have no discussion."

Duan Wen stared at Xie Qingcheng's face, speculating on his every word, staring at the details of any of his facial expressions. However, Xie Qingcheng's words did not have any logical problems, Xie Qingcheng also did not temporarily raise any excessive requirements, as for the expression, it was even more calm as an ancient well, and could not find the slightest place worthy of suspicion.

He turned back, glancing toward the taiyoukai shrouded by the biohazard.

Duan Cuizhen's face was tense, she had seen the choices she had to make, there was really no turning back, Xie Qingcheng was holding the weight of the "ability to self-destruct the First Emperor", they appeared to be in control, but in fact, until he voluntarily went into the warehouse, and then was anesthetized, they were passive.

Duan Cuizhen finally coldly removed his eyes from Duan Wen's face.

It's a sign of tacit approval.

Duan Wen said, "Yes."

"Then, as soon as He Yu comes over, please order him to leave Mandela and go back to the Dream Breakers."

After about ten minutes, He Yu returned from his cell.

The door to the underground laboratory reopened and closed as he entered. He Yu made his way to the large test bench, this time he didn't look at Xie Qingcheng anymore, he would be heartbroken at the sight of the man, and as Mandela's guardian, he didn't want to be. But when he came in, he found that everyone seemed to be waiting for him.

He paused, "Why."

Duan Wen raised his hand and did not explain much, but directly gave an order to He Yu, who was waiting by the door, "The mission is over, you can return to the Dream Breaker headquarters."

As soon as the words left his mouth, He Yu's controller emitted an even stronger glow, He Yu was stunned, but the mechanical power was simply too strong, enough to brainwash hundreds of people, and no one could withstand it. He didn't have time to think, his gaze had become suddenly lax.

Duan Wen: "Satisfied?"

Xie Qingcheng, however, said, "You need to order this better."

Any loophole is impossible to hide in front of Xie Qingcheng, Duan Wen remained silent for a short while and continued to fill in the blanks, "When you return to the Dream Breaker's headquarters, you are not allowed to carry out any attacks on the people there, and they are allowed to remove the blood compulsion mechanic in front of your heart and destroy it without having to resist."

Xie Qingcheng nodded slightly as he thought about it.

Duan Wen then dropped his hand and finally said to He Yu, "Go. Right now."

He Yu, by now in a state of complete control, took the order with an expressionless face, stood up straight and headed for the door, gave them one last look back, pressed the button with a dripping click, opened the alloy door and stepped outside.

A few seconds later, the alloy door closed behind him.

Duan Wen said, "Are you satisfied?"

"It's okay."

"So--"

Before Duan Wen could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by a panicked voice coming from the large test bench, "Wait!!!"

It's Anthony!

Anthony hadn't been a part of their conversation earlier, as he'd been scrambling at the test bench to finalize the results of Xie Qingcheng's set of DNA analyses, and that algorithm had jumped out at him the moment He Yu had turned around and walked out the door!

"Dropping ......"

The alarm was spinning. At the same time, a bright red value signifying a certain fact stung into Anthony's peach eyes.

The blood rushed towards his heart so fast that Anthony's brain almost exploded inside his head, his sweaty hairs stood on end, he was creeped out, he was scared to death, and he screamed out in a harsh voice: "Don't let He Yu go! Let him come back! Xie Qingcheng is lying to us - he doesn't even have the ability to self-destruct the Primordial Emperor Alien Ability! We can just perform the surgery!!! There's no need to ask for his permission! And I found it in his blood-"

It's too late.

He hadn't finished.

Sitting in a wheelchair, the thin man whose eyes are destroyed and seemingly useless has opened his mouth, and he is waiting for this moment, the moment he is closest to Duan Cuizhen, to hide the blood parasites! This woman, usually there is no way to approach, until now ......

Instantly, in a very firm voice, he ordered sternly, word for word:

"All present, drop your weapons and sit on your knees, on my command, do not - resist - !!!"