Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#526 - Chapter 525: The Strangeness of the Finishing Touch

Fu Yuesheng nodded in agreement, "I know I won't devour his soul. Simply put, a Divine Skill is…"

In the following time, Fu Yuesheng recounted the Divine Shadows, Divine Skills, and the star system above the Nine Forbidden Realms in his own words.

"That attack that imprisoned you was Fang Wan's Divine Skill. With your current strength, facing a Divine Chosen of the Eleventh Forbidden Realm is a dead end. If you encounter one in the future, run if you can, avoid if you can, understand?"

"Understood," Li Chenqiu replied absentmindedly.

Divine Chosen are people chosen by the gods, so am I considered a Divine Chosen...? I am different from ordinary Chosen Ones. My abilities weren't bestowed by heaven but came from a sheepskin scroll.

The sheepskin scroll mentioned a person's name and even the word 'god.' Does that count as being chosen by a god?

If it does... then wouldn't I have several Divine Shadows and several Divine Skills!

But if that's the case, I've already opened my Domain. Why don't I have Divine Shadows and Divine Skills? Could it be because my strength isn't enough, or do I need a specific method to summon Divine Shadows and release Divine Skills?

Thinking of this, Li Chenqiu asked Fu Yuesheng, "Fu Yuesheng, how are Divine Shadows summoned?"

Fu Yuesheng raised an eyebrow slightly, "When the time comes, with a thought, the Divine Shadow will naturally appear."

Li Chenqiu looked expectant, "Then is there a way to test if you are a Divine Chosen?"

"Of course, there is."

Li Chenqiu's eyes suddenly lit up, "What is it?"

"In this world, Divine Chosen can summon Divine Shadows after breaking through to the Eleventh Forbidden Realm. There are almost no exceptions. This is a way to test yourself," Fu Yuesheng replied indifferently.

"The Eleventh Forbidden Realm?"

Li Chenqiu's eyes instantly dimmed, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He's only at the Ninth Forbidden Realm now. How long will it take to break through to the Eleventh Forbidden Realm...?

Fu Yuesheng asked, "Are you asking this because you think you are a Divine Chosen?"

"Yes, I think I'm so special, able to open my Domain before reaching the Eleventh Forbidden Realm. Maybe I am a Divine Chosen," Li Chenqiu didn't deny it.

"Impossible," Fu Yuesheng poured cold water on him, "Resurrectors will never become Divine Chosen. The two are inherently incompatible. You don't need to test yourself.

Like the Divine Names of your Underworld, although they can summon Divine Shadows, they are essentially robbers and have nothing to do with being bestowed by gods."

"I see..." Li Chenqiu's tone was calm, but his eyes couldn't hide his disappointment.

In less than a few minutes, Fu Yuesheng finished drawing the protective talisman, reached out, opened the drawer, and put the brush and porcelain bowl inside.

"Although I have a lot of blood, drawing a protective talisman for you still consumes a lot of me, so don't go looking for death for no reason, understand?"

Fu Yuesheng turned his head, slightly opened his mouth, and pretended to be weak.

Losing a little blood only has a negligible impact on him. The reason he did this was just to prevent Li Chenqiu from doing anything dangerous, relying on the protective talisman.

After all, if something happened to him, it would take longer for him to leave this place.

"Okay, thank you. Um... do you really not need me to bring you something to replenish your blood?" Li Chenqiu asked tentatively.

Fu Yuesheng waved his hand, "No need, it's just a little blood. I'll recover after resting for a year or two."

Li Chenqiu squeezed out a stiff smile, "Uh... then I'll still buy you something to replenish your blood. I feel like I'll be coming here often."

Fu Yuesheng replied with a smile, "Okay, but my blood is hard to replenish. It's useless to buy ordinary food. Borrow some meat from the Northern Yin Emperor, a Resurrector of the Fourteenth Forbidden Realm is enough for me to replenish."

The corners of Li Chenqiu's mouth twitched slightly, "Then never mind. I'm not very familiar with the Northern Yin Emperor. I have a lot of things to do on my end, so I'll leave first."

Fu Yuesheng waved his hand, "Goodbye."

"You're welcome."

After Li Chenqiu put on his clothes, he stepped out of the small wooden house, but before he could take a few steps, he inexplicably returned.

"Is there anything else?" Fu Yuesheng asked with a puzzled look.

"I suddenly have a question I want to ask you. You said earlier that using Soul Devouring Beads carries the risk of schizophrenia, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"You said if I develop schizophrenia or its twin brother, Dissociative Identity Disorder, because of using Soul Devouring Beads, how should it be treated?" Li Chenqiu gestured with both hands.

"Huh?"

Fu Yuesheng was confused by the question.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine!"

"Then why are you asking me this?"

"Just in case, to understand it in advance."

"If you want to understand this kind of knowledge, shouldn't you go to a doctor? Why are you asking me?"

Li Chenqiu was stunned for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully, "That's right. Sorry to bother you. I'm really leaving this time."

After he left, Fu Yuesheng took out a handful of unprocessed meat skewers, walked to the barbecue grill, and muttered to himself, "How strange, asking me about this for no reason..."

His voice suddenly stopped, the movement of his hands also stopped, and his face suddenly froze, as if he had thought of something.

...

"See a doctor?"

Li Chenqiu leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs on the desk, and stared straight at the ceiling.

Can my illness be cured by a doctor?

"Why would I get sick for no reason? I don't have any shadows that I can't face, like they say online. How could I...?"

Li Chenqiu rubbed his temples irritably and sighed with some disappointment.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Just then, the Finishing Touch pen on the desk suddenly trembled slightly.

Li Chenqiu's ears twitched, and he glanced over.

The next second, his whole body straightened up as if he had been electrocuted, and he leaned forward, staring intently at the Finishing Touch pen.

"This is... reacting?"

A smile bloomed on Li Chenqiu's face, and he couldn't suppress the joy in his dark eyes.

...

In a camp area, inside a certain tent.

Beep beep... beep beep...

The heart monitor flashed continuously.

On the clean bed, a patient wrapped in bandages all over, resembling a mummy, lay flat.

At this moment, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyelashes also twitched gently. Anyone who often watches TV knows that this is a sign of waking up.

"Don't... don't fan... don't fan me..."

The mummy patient made a weak sound, his head shaking gently, the amplitude getting bigger and bigger, looking very frightened, as if he was dreaming of something bad.

After hearing the movement, the female nurse sitting not far away quickly put down her phone and hurried to the bed. First, she glanced at the heart monitor, then gently held the other person's hand and whispered comfortingly:

"It's okay, it's okay, you're very safe now, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

The mummy patient's breathing gradually stabilized, his tightly closed eyes gradually relaxed, and then slowly opened.

This person is none other than the only survivor of the Sixth Squad, the driver who looked very festive.