Doomsday Roulette

This was the first time Ye Zhongming had seen Red Hair in such a weak state. She lay in the largest experimental pod in the gene laboratory, which belonged to Liu Zhenghong, staring at Ye Zhongming as he entered.

Perhaps she wanted to smile, but her face looked stiff, as if she were making a face at Ye Zhongming.

“When did you wake up?” Ye Zhongming turned to look at Liu Zhenghong.

“A few hours ago.”

“Is it always like this?”

“Yes.” Liu Zhenghong rubbed her eyes wearily. Since Red Hair had fallen into a coma, she hadn’t had much rest. If she weren’t an evolver, she probably would have collapsed long ago.

“What happened? Can we find out? Is it solvable?”

This was what Ye Zhongming was most concerned about. In his impression, Red Hair wasn't invincible, but she had never been knocked down without getting back up, no matter who she faced, even the Holy Father.

Yet this time, she had only killed some monsters that weren't at her level, and yet had been unconscious for so long. This puzzled Ye Zhongming greatly, and he was worried that Red Hair might never get up again.

Although his hands were stained with blood, it didn't mean he lacked emotions. For his own people, Ye Zhongming was always willing to protect them to the greatest extent possible.

This was also the source of the protective nature of Cloud Summit.

Liu Zhenghong didn’t answer Ye Zhongming’s question but pointed to the other side.

Ye Zhongming looked over and realized that on another experimental bed not far away lay the two-faced monster he had seen once before. However, its treatment was far worse. Its body was covered with various tubes, and almost all of it had been dissected open, revealing various structures and tissues that were vastly different from those of a human.

“At that time, Red Hair was only attacked by this monster. The liquid sprayed from one side of its face.”

Liu Zhenghong walked to a machine and continued, “I’ve tested this liquid, but... I’m sorry, at our current level, we can’t determine what it is.”

Ye Zhongming was quite surprised by this answer. In his subconscious, there was nothing in biological genetics that could stump Liu Zhenghong.

“So Red Hair woke up on her own?” Ye Zhongming finally realized that Red Hair had regained consciousness by herself, not because Liu Zhenghong had saved her.

Liu Zhenghong nodded. “Yes, Red Hair woke up on her own. Clearly, she is conscious, but her body cannot move, and she cannot control it.”

He tugged at the newly manufactured Star Battle Armor on himself. The joy he had felt from regaining the Star Spirit's approval had completely vanished because of Red Hair's situation.

“You said she has been awake for a few hours, right? Are there any signs of improvement?”

Faced with Ye Zhongming's question, Liu Zhenghong stared at this man who was like a brother to her and said solemnly, “Zhong Ming, you’re being a bit irrational.”

If it were a normal situation, Ye Zhongming would never behave like this. It was clear that he was anxious.

Ye Zhongming paused for a moment, his expression calming down significantly.

“The time is still too short to determine whether Red Hair can heal herself, but I believe that since she has regained consciousness, the possibility of her returning to normal is very high. The undead fish dragon outside had some fluctuations and was unstable before, but now, although it hasn’t completely recovered, it at least has some combat ability. I believe Red Hair should be similar.”

This answer eased Ye Zhongming's mind significantly. He knew that Liu Zhenghong was only making an educated guess, but it was probably close to the truth.

“Red Hair's situation is not the reason I came to find you today.”

This statement shocked Ye Zhongming again. If it wasn’t about Red Hair, then what was it?

Following Liu Zhenghong’s gaze, Ye Zhongming frowned tightly. “It?”

Sister Hong was looking at the corpse of the two-faced monster.

“Yeah.” Liu Zhenghong’s tone was more serious than ever.