Chapter 35: Fireworks’ Bottomless Stomach

“Oh, this is also my corpse. There’s nothing different about it compared to the others.”

Yan Hua’s consciousness spoke in a flat tone, as if describing something ordinary.

“But I always feel… it’s dangerous.”

Mu Chenxi hesitated, her fingertip still hovering in midair.

“I don’t know why either.”

Yan Hua blinked, her tone filled with confusion.

Mu Chenxi gritted her teeth, but in the end, she pressed her hand onto it.

The next second, the familiar scene struck her again.

It was still Liu Ruyan’s face, the one that made her soul tremble.

The torment of these past days had long left a shadow in her heart.

Just seeing Liu Ruyan made her nerves involuntarily tense.

This time, she was pinned in place by Liu Ruyan, unable to move at all.

Liu Ruyan held a cold, gleaming dagger, and walked towards her step by step, then used the blade to slice off bits of flesh from her body, little by little.

This was clearly to execute her by slow dismemberment!

But this was only the beginning.

Just as the stripped flesh tried to recover through the Indestructible Constitution, Liu Ruyan scattered a kind of black powder onto it.

The black powder corroded the flesh, sizzling as it burned.

The severed flesh was eaten away, completely stopping any sign of regeneration.

The meat couldn’t rejoin, exposed in the air, still twitching slightly.

Even the bones were crushed bit by bit.

In the end, all that was left of Mu Chenxi’s body was a lonely Stomach Pouch.

Only then did she understand the origin of this strange Stomach Pouch.

Yet even as pain pierced to the bone, she still forced herself to endure.

She could feel clearly that her soul, under this ultimate torment, was condensing and growing at an unprecedented speed.

Next, Liu Ruyan stuffed the sliced flesh into the small Stomach Pouch, piece by piece, until the pouch bulged full.

Finally, even the exposed bones were crushed and packed inside.

Liu Ruyan tied the Stomach Pouch into a tight knot.

The torture that followed was even longer and more horrifying.

Inside the pouch, mysterious digestive fluids began to secrete, burning the mangled flesh and bone within.

Agony surged like a tide, drowning Mu Chenxi’s consciousness again and again.

Mu Chenxi was enduring a torture she had never known.

This was torment of both spirit and flesh.

In this extreme pain, she felt her consciousness sinking into endless darkness, as if falling into a bottomless, pitch-black abyss, endlessly descending.

“Junior Sister, wake up. Don’t fall asleep.”

Yan Hua’s consciousness suddenly called out, pulling her out of the nightmare.

As soon as she escaped the illusion, Mu Chenxi felt a tearing pain in her soul.

If Yan Hua hadn’t woken her in time, by the time she awakened beside Bai Yue, her soul might have already suffered severe trauma and backlash.

Luckily, Yan Hua saved her.

Thinking this, Mu Chenxi looked at Yan Hua’s consciousness, full of disbelief.

Yan Hua had gone through so much inhuman torment, yet could still maintain her sanity before her.

It was unbelievable.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Yan Hua, how did you stay sane through all that torture?”

She vaguely sensed that perhaps this was the key to strengthening the soul.

“No need to make an effort.”

Yan Hua blinked, her tone innocent, looking at her in confusion.

“I didn’t think it was torture, so I didn’t have to force myself to stay awake.”

“You didn’t think it was torture?”

Mu Chenxi drew a sharp breath.

Only now did she realize that Yan Hua’s very perception was fundamentally different from others.

Endless death and pain—had she grown numb to it long ago…?

Yet even so, she could still maintain a relatively normal state.

It was truly strange.

“Actually, this Stomach Pouch torture method was my own invention.”

Yan Hua raised her hand and touched the twitching pouch, her voice tinged with pride.

“Junior Sister, aren’t I amazing? In Master’s words, this is called ‘Original Soup Returns to Original Food.'”

Her words made Mu Chenxi’s scalp tingle, her heart trembling.

She had misunderstood.

Yan Hua hadn’t become numb.

She had… broken.

Mu Chenxi couldn’t help but press further.

“Yan Hua, you… don’t feel pain?”

“I can feel it, but I got used to it quickly.”

Yan Hua replied lightly.

“Later, it got a little boring, so I made up new methods myself.”

Mu Chenxi was shaken again.

She had a faint sense that the countless torments had taken something from Yan Hua.

But she couldn’t name what was lost.

After all, she wasn’t Yan Hua, couldn’t experience it, and couldn’t follow such extraordinary thinking.

As Yan Hua and Mu Chenxi grew more familiar, she also began to speak more, proactively sharing her own story.

“But my lovely Stomach Pouch was also the last game.”

Yan Hua said, her voice tinged with regret, then turning faint.

“That boring woman later went mad at my flesh and blood, smashing the Stomach Pouch I invented with a single punch. Then she devoured my flesh, went insane, and left. After that, I wandered outside, living on Spirit Fruits and Wild Vegetables, until I met Master.”

She paused, her tone turning sweet.

“After meeting Master, I was never bored again.”

As soon as she finished, Yan Hua seemed to remember something.

“Oh right, Junior Sister, your soul seems injured. Since the wound happened in my Sea of Consciousness, Master certainly wouldn’t blame me, but as your Senior Sister, I can’t ignore it. I know a way, the most effective and comfortable, let me heal you!”

Saying this, Yan Hua raised her hand and pointed above the Sea of Consciousness.

“Junior Sister, look over there.”

Mu Chenxi followed the direction she pointed, puzzled.

She saw a faint light slowly expanding, and Bai Yue’s figure gradually emerging.

She wore a pure white dress, surrounded by a soft glow like moonlight, gently illuminating the dark and bloody Sea of Consciousness.

The light was like a thin veil, gradually dispelling the cold in the Sea of Consciousness before softly settling onto Mu Chenxi’s soul.

In an instant, Mu Chenxi felt her wounded soul enveloped by warmth, as if soaking in a gentle spring, or nestled in Master’s embrace, all the pain slowly fading away.

“Junior Sister, can you feel it? Isn’t it warm?”

Yan Hua said proudly.

What happened next shocked Mu Chenxi even more.

The Sea of Consciousness underwent a bizarre change.

The scattered broken limbs and body remnants of Yan Hua began to stretch.

Chests rose and fell, letting out sighs of satisfaction, and from countless childlike mouths came faint murmurs.

“So comfortable, so warm…”

“So warm~ So warm~”

“I love this feeling…”

“Master is the best~”

Mu Chenxi was rendered speechless by the strange scene.

Only now did she truly realize that Yan Hua might have always been in a broken state.

Fortunately, Master Bai Yue, like a gentle moonlight, continually nourished the empty space in her heart, soothing her shattered spirit.

“Junior Sister, why aren’t you talking? Not even thanking me, just spacing out.”

Yan Hua’s voice came again, tinged with confusion.