radicalducati Chapter 45: The seemingly harmless Minister of Magic is actually quite wicked!
Chapter 45: The seemingly harmless Minister of Magic is actually quite wicked!
Zhang Chulan, whose soul was floating in mid-air, was completely dumbfounded.
He tried to ask what was going on, but his mouth opened and closed in vain, and no sound came out.
He felt like a condensed mass of Qi, or a poorly positioned projection, unable to interfere with reality at all.
The Minister of Magic did mention "abnormal status" before... but this is just too abnormal!
"Zhang Chulan, you're awake?"
The Minister of Magic, with his somewhat naive face, leaned closer to the floating soul, his tone even revealing a hint of... worry?
If you ignore the fact that he was just enthusiastically applying "double the itching" and "MAX pain" to the "Zhang Chulan" on the ground, his expression was practically genuine!
"If you're awake, hurry back into your body," the intelligence chief pushed up his glasses, his fierce gaze sweeping over the lifeless body of "Zhang Chulan" on the ground, where even the last sob had ceased.
"If you stay outside all the time, your soul will dissipate and deteriorate."
He paused, then added, his voice tinged with anger, "As for that 'thing'... it seems to have been 'broken' and doesn't dare to come out for the time being."
Everyone followed his gaze.
The "Zhang Chulan" on the ground had empty, lifeless eyes and a limp body. The strange aura that could dissolve magic power on his body had indeed disappeared without a trace, and at first glance, he looked no different from a dead person.
"Back to the body? How?!"
The spirit form of Zhang Chulan was so anxious that he gestured wildly, trying to express himself through body language.
The Minister of Magic seemed to "understand" his anxiety.
He nodded, a glimmer of light flashing in his innocent eyes: "Don't worry, I'll help you."
The Minister of Magic extended his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the floating soul form of Zhang Chulan.
A soft yet exceptionally refined silver halo swirled around his fingertips, within which countless tiny runes seemed to flow and combine, forming an extremely precise miniature magic array.
The energy emitted by this magic array was not offensive.
Rather, it is a powerful, clearly targeted "traction" force field!
Spatial Anchoring, Soul Returns to Its Place!
An irresistible, gentle force instantly enveloped Zhang Chulan's soul!
He felt as if he were being gently grasped by an invisible hand, and then, in a way that transcended the rules of physics, he was precisely and undeniably "pulled" down towards his limp body!
Just as the soul was about to be stuffed back into the body—
Feng Baobao, who had been quiet like a human backdrop, suddenly raised her head.
Those clear, large eyes blinked, and in a tone that seemed to know everything and was tinged with "shrewdness," they spoke to the Minister of Magic, who was concentrating intently on casting a spell:
"Xiao Bai, have you forgotten something?"
"That 'painful' and 'itchy' spell you cast on that 'idiot' before, it seems you haven't turned it off yet? Zhang Chulan, he..."
Feng Baobao's words were as clear as a thunderclap!
brush--!
Xu San and Xu Si's eyes widened suddenly!
The intelligence chief suddenly realized his mistake.
The Minister of Magic's casting motion... seemed to pause for an extremely subtle moment?
But... it was too late!
The Minister of Magic's traction spell is complete!
With a soft "pop," it was like a bubble bursting.
Zhang Chulan, in his soul form, felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by an indescribable feeling of "falling" and "filling"—he was back!
The moment you regain control of your body, your five senses rush back like a tidal wave!
then……
"Aa ...
A scream, a hundred times more agonizing and a thousand times more tragic than the previous state of being possessed by the old farmer, a heart-wrenching scream that could shatter glass, exploded like the ultimate roar from a loudspeaker, filling every corner of the underground laboratory!
That wasn't the cry of a child in fright; it was the pain of having a volcano erupting with lava forcibly stuffed deep into the soul!
Every cell and every nerve is emitting the most primitive and desperate cries!
The Minister of Magic's dazed face froze instantly, and then he started to panic!
His hands moved so fast that they almost left afterimages!
"Cancel! Cancel! Pain perception enhancement removed! Soul pain connection severed! Itching curse dispelled! Synesthetic residue purified!..."
The emerald green healing light slammed into Zhang Chulan, who was curled up like a shrimp on the ground, convulsing violently, foaming at the mouth, rolling his eyes, and only making hoarse sounds in his throat!
At the same time, a soft blue halo with a strong calming effect enveloped the area—Deep Anesthesia: Soul Soothing!
The Minister of Magic attempted to remedy the situation.
Use the strongest healing and anesthetic magic to counteract the terrifying negative status that has accumulated countless times.
however……
After letting out a bloodcurdling scream, Zhang Chulan, lying on the ground, suddenly straightened up before collapsing completely and becoming still.
Only weak, irregular twitching remained.
Minister of Magic: "..."
The intelligence chief adjusted his magical glasses and began his analysis: "The target's vital signs are present, but the intense pain has caused a protective coma. The anesthesia is in effect, and the enhanced deep perception has been deactivated."
Xu San and Xu Si: "..."
Feng Baobao tilted her head: "...I think I'm... dizzy?"
A deathly silence filled the air, broken only by the faint hum of the instruments and the lingering glow of the Minister of Magic's healing spell.
What lingered in everyone's minds
It seemed as if only Zhang Chulan's silent accusation before he fell into a coma remained:
Zhang Chulan: I don't believe you for a second! You "harmless" Minister of Magic! You're wicked!!!
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On the other side, at the entrance of the Lu family compound.
The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden hue over the rustic courtyard.
Lu Xiaobai stood quietly at the foot of the stone steps, her figure light and graceful, her white trench coat fluttering gently in the breeze. A black taxi was parked quietly by the roadside.
Grandpa Lu Jin stroked his beard, his smile kind and gentle.
"Little Bai, remember to visit the Lu family often when you have time. The Lu family's doors are always open for you."
Lu Lin stood beside the old man and nodded steadily: "Xiao Bai, take care."
"Oh, Xiaobai!" Lu Linglong jumped up to him playfully, her big eyes full of anticipation. "You absolutely have to come to the Luotian Grand Ceremony in a few days! Remember to send me a message when you get up the mountain!"
She waved happily.
Lu Xiaobai looked at the three people in front of him; their concern and goodwill were genuine.
He nodded slightly, his gaze lingering for a moment on Lu Linglong's cheerful smile, as a response to her invitation.
"Hehe," Lu Jin looked at Lu Xiaobai's still aloof and taciturn demeanor and smiled helplessly with a touch of indulgence:
"You're too quiet, you don't have the liveliness that young people should have."
"Old man, I'm really curious. It's only been a few days, but you seem... well, too composed, like a completely different person."
He naturally didn't know.
The unusually "lively" Lu Xiaobai from a few days ago was actually a clone of his former personality.
If he were to see the Minister of Magic "taking care" of Zhang Chulan in the underground laboratory again at this moment... Old Master Lu would probably start to wonder if he had dementia.
Looking at the taxi next to him, Lu Xiaobai said nothing more.
He nodded slightly to the three of them, then turned around decisively, opened the car door, and got into the back seat of the taxi.
The car door closed gently.
The black taxi started smoothly and slowly drove away from the entrance of the Lu family compound.
The figures of Lu Jin, Lu Lin, and Lu Linglong, who were standing in the sunset and waving vigorously, were gradually left behind in the warm light and shadow.
Inside the car, Lu Xiaobai leaned back in his seat, calmly watching the street scene rushing past the window.
The city's neon lights began to illuminate one after another, reflecting the last rays of sunset on the horizon.