??Chapter 755: Chapter 537: The Real or Fake “Innate Ashen Holy Body”?_2
Chapter 755: Chapter 537: The Real or Fake “Innate Ashen Holy Body”?_2
His voice suddenly cut off, as if soone had choked him.
The Ashen Holy Body’s face froze, realizing that Colin had appeared beside him at so point, hand gripping his throat.
Colin yanked hard, single-handedly throwing the man down with a “thud” onto the ground, then continued to squeeze his throat while pressing his knee into the man’s chest.
The Ashen Holy Body, subdued by the Arican-style restraint, tried to resist, but found himself completely overwheld, only able to howl in frustration:
“What’s going on, Brother Shunzi, have you gone mad?!”
“You’re putting on quite the act. Let’s see what you really are.”
Having said that, Colin reached out and pinched the face of the “Innate Ashen Holy Body” in front of him, and sure enough, skin and flesh separated easily. His nails caught the man’s chin, and with a forceful tear, the whole face was ripped off.
And what Colin saw behind, made him pause for a second—it looked like a wooden mannequin?
The surface of the wooden mannequin was engraved with various ridian and acupoint diagrams, which looked very much like props commonly found in traditional Chinese dicine clinics…
“Ah, my face, it hurts so much, have you gone mad?!” the wooden mannequin scread in horror, extending wooden arms and exerting terrifying strength, trying to snatch back its face, scalp included.
Colin kicked it away with one boot but didn’t deliver a killing blow.
He was a bit unsure whether killing this thing would affect the real Ashen Holy Body…
‘What’s going on here? How co upon waking up, the Ashen Holy Body seems possessed…’
Colin stood to one side, holding the limp, dripping ‘genuine leather’ face mask, observing the wooden mannequin and pondering the chanism behind this anomaly.
“That thing outside is the real person?” Colin thought for a mont, feeling that the face mask in his hands seed to match up.
But before he could go open the door to let soone in and verify it, he saw the wooden mannequin, stripped of its real flesh mask, shaking off the flas that bound it and rising to launch an attack, but then it suddenly stiffened upon seeing sothing.
Colin followed its gaze and found there was a mirror…
“How is that possible? My, my face, why is it made of wood! That’s impossible! Ah, my hands, how did my hands turn to wood too!”
The wooden mannequin, missing its real skin mask, groped its face in panic, sensing sothing wrong. But as it felt along, it discovered even its hands were off.
“Ah! No, this isn’t my body, you’ve cursed ! Give it back! Change my body back! Give it back to …”
“You’re not Brother Shunzi! You’re a fake, a fake! You damn thing, change
back! Change back!”
The wooden mannequin seed unable to accept its own appearance, suddenly shouting and screaming in a frenzied state, rushing towards Colin with “a face” full of ferocity.
Just halfway through the charge, a giant flaming hand grasped it.
Colin turned his head, glanced at the door, and beckoned with a hand. A surge of flas burst forth, blowing the door open.
The person whose skin had been peeled off from the collarbone upwards rushed in. He opened his mouth wanting to speak, but no voice ca out; he then pointed at the face mask in Colin’s hands, seemingly hinting at sothing.
“Don’t worry yet.”
After taking a look, Colin produced a seal and spoke, “Fire Tree.”
Following that, a large tree of fire erged as a silhouette behind Colin, and upon its trunk, an elder’s face appeared, lowering its head and responding with apparent loyalty:
“I am here.”
“Can you handle this?” Colin pointed at the bloody person, attempting to communicate.
Despite what had happened to him, the response given by Bonfire’s perception confird the person, indeed, was the Ashen Holy Body.
“He’s been hit by so curses, stripped of so flesh and functionality…”
“Can he be restored?”
“Yes, though it involves so high-level trait abilities, the application is very low-level. Just press the stolen flesh back and resolve the source of contamination, and it should be fine.”
“Alright, then start.”
Colin handed over what he held to Fire Tree, which claid to have a senior practitioner’s license from “Bonfire”.
The ‘Fire Tree’s roots, like hands, took the dripping face mask, spread it open for comparison, and then various tendrils rolled up to fit the Ashen Holy Body’s face back on, while fine branches began detailed stitching treatnts…
If a maid did this kind of stitching work, the results would be very good, but unfortunately, she seed not to be around.
During the manipulation, the puppet, suppressed by the Wildfire, struggled furiously, shouting:
“Give it back to ! You damned abnormalities! When Brother Shunzi cos, you’re all going to die! All of you, ah!!”
“You can’t fool him! You bunch of damn heretics and sinners!”
…
‘How is it that this anomaly truly thinks itself the real person?’
Listening to this thing’s words, Colin couldn’t help feeling a sense of absurdity.
Honestly, without the existence of “Fla Bearer” powers, it would have been difficult to discern who was who at first. Even at this mont, if it wasn’t for the reflection of the “Bonfire”, he might have doubted whether the real Ashen Holy Body had his identity usurped and turned into the wooden mannequin…
As the Ashen Holy Body’s body began to heal, the wooden man with blood and ridian and acupoint marks on his body beca increasingly hoarse, eventually disappearing.
The things that had been stolen began to return.
Once everything concluded and Colin confird from Fire Tree there were no issues, he incinerated it to ashes without leaving any remains.
“Phew, Brother Shunzi, thank you…” the significantly recovered Ashen Holy Body said with lingering fear.
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