Chapter 58. Purifying Yasuo
“Department Head Anse tests medicine on you over and over again. A’ning begged me in the middle of the night to come save you. Everyone is working hard for you…”
Su Tang’s voice was like a whip, lashing time and again at his softest spot.
“And look at you, hiding here like a turtle retreating into its shell, not even daring to say the words ‘I’ll try’?”
Yasuo’s breathing was completely disordered, his chest heaving violently. The red marks on his face and the bloodshot streaks in his eyes intertwined, making him look like a trapped beast forced into a desperate corner.
He wanted to scold angrily, wanted to refute, but found all words blocked in his throat; he couldn’t utter a single word of refutation.
He understood everything Su Tang said. He just didn’t dare to gamble; he was also afraid.
“I…”
He opened his mouth, his tone so light it seemed as if he were suspended by a single breath.
“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that trying to the end will ultimately result in nothing. I’m afraid that hopes ignited time and time again will always be extinguished. I, I’m afraid… can’t you just let me die quietly?”
Su Tang looked at Yasuo lowering his head, his whole person revealing an almost shattered fragility. She slowly leaned forward, her palm gently covering his sweat-dampened forehead, sweeping the sweat-soaked strands of hair to the side.
The Sentinel’s body temperature was scorching, seeping through the thin skin. The heat also indicated the severe degree of the man’s spiritual riot.
Under her fingertips, Yasuo’s body instantly became stiff.
“You’re afraid of repeated disappointments?”
Her voice was very soft, her fingertips idly toying with the hair at the side of his forehead.
“Then have you ever thought that your giving up and doing nothing like this right now is what truly turns everyone’s efforts into a joke?”
Yasuo quieted down. Su Tang knew he was engaged in his final mental struggle, so she didn’t speak again, waiting for him to give her his final answer.
For a moment, the air was so quiet that only the sound of the ticking clock remained.
“Then what about the second slap?”
As time passed bit by bit, when Yasuo spoke again, he was actually asking this question. Su Tang didn’t react for a moment.
“What?”
“You slapped me twice. The reason for the first slap has already been explained, so what about the second one?”
Yasuo raised his head, his tone no longer as irritable as before, but rather having become calm.
“The second slap, huh…”
“It was purely because I couldn’t stand that look of yours. If it weren’t for A’ning coming to my door in the middle of the night and begging me for a long time with an exceptionally sincere attitude, do you think I’d be willing to come purify you late at night?”
“I came to your door to do a purification for you, and yet you still gave me that attitude. I don’t have a very good temper, and right now I don’t plan to suppress my temper either, so I couldn’t hold back and slapped you. What, do you want to slap me back?”
Su Tang’s tone was faint, stating the reason calmly and collectedly, which terrified A’ning, who was standing to the side with tear tracks still on her face.
When had their captain ever been slapped by anyone? And by a Guide, no less! She was truly terrified right now that the captain, in a fit of rage, would do something to hurt Guide Su Tang.
Unlike A’ning’s nervousness, the moods of the two parties involved present were quite calm.
“I’m not so classless as to lay a hand on a Guide.”
How did she really view him in her heart? Did she lump him together with that bunch of scumbags from the Second Squad?
“That’s good, while my mood isn’t considered that irritable yet.”
“I’ll give you two choices now.”
Su Tang retracted the fingers placed at Yasuo’s forehead. Her fingertips were stained with the man’s sweat drops. Su Tang quite disdainfully rubbed them against the man’s collar.
“Either cooperate with me to do the purification, or I will contact the people of your Fifth Squad right now and let them prepare your funeral arrangements in advance. If there are those who come fast enough, it will also let them see with their own eyes how the captain they view as a role model uselessly dies in a chair for his final journey.”
Yasuo’s fists clenched fiercely, his knuckles turning white.
“…Okay.”
“I will cooperate with you to do the purification, but you must first turn on the protection mechanism on your wristband.”
The protection mechanism on a Guide’s wristband automatically monitors whether the Guide encounters danger. If it determines danger has been encountered, it will immediately release a powerful ray to strike dead the party posing the threat. A wristband’s protection mechanism can only be used once. Once the ray is released, the wristband will also be destroyed.
“Rest assured, I cherish my life quite a bit.”
Su Tang turned on the protection mechanism on her wristband and took a step forward, closing the distance between the two of them.
Standing in front of the treatment chair, she reached out her hand, a faint spiritual power halo gathering at her fingertips.
The soft spiritual power was like soft silk threads, covering his body bit by bit. As soon as the gentle spiritual power threads unique to a Guide made contact with his spiritual power, Yasuo’s breathing abruptly became heavy.
Su Tang’s spiritual power carried an intoxicating warmth. Like an electric current carrying a slight numbness, it shot all the way into his body along his nerves. Being invaded by a spiritual power that didn’t belong to his body caused some initial discomfort, and Yasuo frowned slightly.
That feeling was very wondrous, sour and swollen, yet it made him feel so damn comfortable. It was like a pent-up gloom accumulated over many years was violently torn open, joyfully releasing outward, causing him to uncontrollably tense his spine.
As soon as the spiritual power entered Yasuo’s body, it was like touching a hard barrier, resisting and preventing her from advancing even half a step further.
Su Tang frowned. Yasuo’s reaction was too tense; his spiritual power instinctively tensed up under its master’s influence.
“Relax a bit.”
Su Tang’s voice came through a thin layer of air. The man had his eyes closed, seemingly trapped in a certain emotion, not planning to give her a response. Su Tang let out a leisurely sigh.
Her fingertips pressed gently at the center of his brows. The temperature of her finger pads seeped in through the skin, bringing along that irresistible spiritual power aura. Yasuo couldn’t hold back a muffled grunt and opened his eyes.
“Relax, you’re too tense.”
“Open up to me, let me in…”
Su Tang’s distance from him was so close, so close that between the woman’s breaths, he could almost feel that hot air spraying by his ear.
A gentle touch came from the center of his brows. That touch was terrifyingly delicate, like soft feathers gently tickling the most sensitive part of his body, uncontrollably sending ripples through his heart.
Yasuo’s Adam’s apple began to bob uncontrollably, and even his knuckles flushed a faint red.
Afraid that Su Tang would see something amiss, the man lowered his eyes and gave a soft “mmh.”
Afterward, Su Tang felt the shielding effect of that barrier gradually weaken until it completely disappeared. She then manipulated her spiritual power to continue stretching inward.
The gentle spiritual power acted like a warm stream, beginning to wander everywhere inside his body. Wherever it passed, those ugly black mists that nearly drove him to collapse numerous times were completely dispersed, replaced by a surging feeling that made him too ashamed to speak of.
“Mmh…”
He couldn’t hold back a low moan, the trailing note carrying a hoarseness even he hadn’t noticed. As if unable to believe he could make such a sound, his two hands forcefully gripped the armrests of the treatment chair, his knuckles turning white from exertion.
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