Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1665: Chapter 881: The Black Knight’s Secret

Countdown to return: 16:00:00.

In the dim dungeon, He Jinqiu slowly opened his eyes.

He had a very long dream.

In the dream, he was still that rookie, just arrived at the recruit camp, running the five-kilometer cross-country for the first time and vomiting halfway through…

He also dreamed of the first time his squad leader took him to the shooting range. He thought he could finally touch a gun, but all the rookies stood in a military stance for four hours with unloaded guns.

The squad leader called it a way to train their patience, saying that soldiers shouldn’t just think about touching guns all the time; they should first hone their will.

At that time, everyone really wanted to die.

In the dream, He Jinqiu dreamed about all the things he hated the most back then.

Yet somehow, those things are now sweet as sugar.

How strange.

His hands were still bound with vine ropes, and someone had used an iron hook to pierce through his clavicle, suspending him in the air.

His entire weight pressed on his two clavicles, and he felt intense and piercing pain… but it was nothing compared to the pain of constantly dividing and melding cells.

Even stranger was that the wound at his clavicle wasn’t bleeding.

He hung his head, looking at his gray body, then raised it to reveal his fangs and roared at Lao Wu sitting in front of him.

Yet the sound was no longer human; it was more beast-like.

He Jinqiu’s brown eyes had turned into beast-like vertical pupils, and everything was developing in the worst direction.

Lao Wu sat before him, idly saying, “I thought the Kyushu’s boss He would give me some unusual surprise after the injection, but he just turned into this beast-like ghost form. What a pity.”

He Jinqiu seemed not to understand what he said and kept roaring, as if he had lost his memory.

Lao Wu laughed and said, “Bring in a dead rat, let’s see if he, like other gray-skinned monsters, eats any flesh and blood.”

A soldier cautiously approached with the rat, extending it to He Jinqiu’s mouth. But in the next moment, He Jinqiu swung his legs forcefully in the air, swiftly drawing near the soldier and clamping him between his legs.

Lao Wu was stunned as he saw the gray-skinned monster clamp the soldier with his legs and bite off a chunk of the soldier’s neck flesh.

Ignoring the soldier’s death, Lao Wu applauded, “Wonderful, wonderful, even when restrained by vine ropes, it still has such strong physical power, and it chooses its food! Interesting!”

However, that’s the end of it.

Lao Wu stood up, “Since you’ve become a beast, you have no value anymore, wasted my trip… If it weren’t for capturing you, Joker might not have to let the third brother possess.”

Thinking of this, Lao Wu got enraged and whipped He Jinqiu repeatedly.

The whip was made of soft metallic threads, leaving deep gashes on He Jinqiu’s body with each strike, though the gashes oozed transparent fluid rather than red blood.

Lao Wu vented his anger by whipping dozens of times, then turned and left.

With a bang, the dungeon’s door closed.

He Jinqiu swayed lightly, suspended in the air, his drooped face showing eyes that had returned to normal from vertical pupils.

He was still himself; earlier, he simply couldn’t be bothered with Lao Wu, letting him think he was a mindless beast, so that he would underestimate him.

Boss He was still boss He, he was not planning to sit and wait for death. As long as there’s a chance, he would kill his way out.

Yet, why hadn’t he become a monster? He didn’t even long for the feel of flesh.

Just like a normal human.

As if coexisting with cancer cells, he had entered some magical realm…

In the dream, he was dangerous.

If anyone in the dream had told him to give up, to regret, he would have collapsed into a monster.

But the old squad leader always had simple, crude ways to pull him out of depression.

Don’t want to run five kilometers, ten kilometers? The old squad leader dragged him to run, couldn’t stop even if wanted.

Don’t want to stand in military posture? You’ll be beaten first.Don’t want to fold blankets? Do a hundred squats first, then keep folding blankets.

Don’t want to train on the single bar? Then go run ten kilometers!

He Jinqiu felt like he was trapped in a loop in the dream, with the old squad leader’s shadow haunting him, not letting him give up.

Whenever he says he doesn’t want to be a soldier anymore, the guy trains him to the point of vomiting, leaving no time to think about these things…

He Jinqiu’s psychological shadow from enlisting, eighty percent came from Zheng Yuandong…

Eventually, on the afternoon he was to go to the Peacekeeping troops, he packed up and was ready to leave when Zheng Yuandong suddenly came to ask, “Any regrets now?”

He Jinqiu replied he didn’t regret it anymore, didn’t dare to regret.

The dream ended here.

The pain and beauty in the dream helped him keep his mind.

Or accurately, the old squad leader helped him keep his mind.

Incredible.

He Jinqiu examined the differences in his body, long and sharp nails, fangs in his mouth.

There was still a heartbeat within his body but very weak.

He couldn’t sense the Jade Heart Sword’s presence, but he felt extraordinary power within his body, perhaps stronger than before if he escaped the ropes and the hook in his clavicle.