Number 35 noticed Jiang Jiuguo's new round of changes.
"Hiss!"
The roommate from Room 14 beside him sharply inhaled.
Wide-eyed, he pointed at Jiang Jiuguo inside the glass window.
He was stunned: "Can someone survive that? This is..."
Before he could finish, Number 35 shot him a cold glance, scaring him into promptly shutting up as he remembered they couldn't make loud noises.
He quickly covered his mouth.
But his gaze never left Jiang Jiuguo inside the room.
Inside the 'Number 14' Numbered Room.
Jiang Jiuguo lay in a pool of blood filled with his own skin and flesh.
The scene was ghastly and horrifying.
He lay motionless, only a slight twitch of his blood-and-flesh-covered brow indicating he was still alive, still had a chance of being saved.
But Number 35 had no intention of entering to rescue him.
He stood quietly watching by the door.
Because he saw Jiang Jiuguo's body undergoing another change.
Jiang Jiuguo's skinless body was shriveling.
The speed was rapid.
His fingers, arms, toes, and thighs all simultaneously caved inward and deflated, becoming as flat as clothes ironed by a press.
This sight was both eerie and astonishing.
It was as if something inside was absorbing the blood and flesh from his body, causing the interior to collapse and flatten.
"No!"
Number 35's eyes gleamed, and his heart suddenly tightened.
Jiang Jiuguo wasn't shriveling from being absorbed.
"Is it his bones?" Number 35 narrowed his eyes, focusing on Jiang Jiuguo's sunken arm.
The arm had sunk from its central position.
At first glance, it seemed like the flesh and blood inside had been sucked out, but upon closer inspection, it was clearly the bone's position that had caved in.
Evidently.
It was his entire skeleton that was shriveling.
The human body has 206 bones, forming the skeleton that supports human movement.
Now, the skeleton supporting Jiang Jiuguo was undergoing a strange transformation, becoming flat, losing the shape bones should have, making his body appear sunken.
Finally.
Even Jiang Jiuguo's skull flattened, tightly collapsing against his brain.
At this moment.
Without skeletal support.
Jiang Jiuguo's body looked as flat as a dry-cleaned garment, the contours of his internal organs visible beneath the bones in his chest cavity, the heart faintly rising and falling under the flattened, collapsed bones.
The Room 14 roommate couldn't help but turn away, unable to bear watching such a bloody, bizarre scene.
"Will I have to endure this kind of pain in the future? If so, can I hold on?"
Fear and anxiety churned incessantly in the roommate's heart.
Even Number 35 frowned.
"Is he still alive?"
The Room 14 roommate learned his lesson, no longer making loud noises, and quietly asked Number 35.
"The transformation from ingesting the Ghost Sequence is a change from human to ghost. Ghosts themselves are full of bizarre mysticism."
Number 35 didn't look at him but still gave an answer.
"Jiang Jiuguo should still be alive. Wait a bit longer. If there are no other changes, he will die."
The Ghost Sequence transformation is brutal.
Once there's no reversal, only the bizarre transformation, the result is only one—
Transformation failure!
Currently, everything about Jiang Jiuguo was bizarre transformation, with no sign of the reversal behavior typical of the first transformation.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... ten minutes, twenty minutes, Jiang Jiuguo showed no change whatsoever.
Only the rise and fall of his chest gradually weakened.
Not a trace of reversal trend was seen.
"Did the conversion fail?" Number 35 murmured.
He glanced at his watch; half an hour had already passed.
If not for Jiang Jiuguo's chest still rising and falling, he would have wanted to open the door and collect the body.
"If there's no change in 10 minutes, Jiang Jiuguo will basically die."
Although Jiang Jiuguo was still alive, Number 35 wasn't optimistic; this trend was just futile death throes.
No reversal.
Meant failure.
After all, this was only Jiang Jiuguo's second Ghost Sequence conversion; he couldn't possibly survive in his current bodily state.
Suddenly.
Number 35's expressionless face froze: "That's..."
An unexpected scene appeared inside the room.
On the left side of Jiang Jiuguo's chest, more precisely, something was moving on the left side of his clothes.
Not long after.
Something flew out from the clothes—two bright red little red flowers.
"Number 47's little red flowers?" Number 35 was astonished.
He thought his eyes were playing tricks.
Upon repeated observation, he confirmed he wasn't mistaken. The little red flowers fluttering like butterflies above Jiang Jiuguo in the room came from Number 47.
This was one of Number 47's quirky hobbies.
Number 47 knew people in their line of work didn't live long; they might earn money but not necessarily have the life to spend it.
So Number 47 chose the paper little red flowers kindergarten teachers award to students, personally funding them as lecture rewards. One flower represented ten thousand yuan, awarded to Jiang Jiuguo and the others.
"What's going on? Is there a problem with the little red flowers? Or is it Jiang Jiuguo's problem?"
Number 35 determined it was the latter.
Number 47's little red flowers probably weren't ghost objects or ghost materials; otherwise, however quirky he was, he wouldn't generously give them away. Those things were more valuable than money.
"Is this a characteristic of Jiang Jiuguo's Ghost Sequence? Or an unconsciously revealed ghost ability?"
Number 35 couldn't figure it out.
There were too few clues now, making it difficult to judge.
Just as he was puzzled.
Number 35 had no time to think further, discovering that inside the room, it was as if time was reversing.
The blood that had flowed from Jiang Jiuguo's body seemed alive, flowing back, returning to his body.
Then his shriveled skeleton inflated like a balloon, swelling up, returning to its original bone state.
His flattened body was once again supported.
The scene was bizarre.
Within three or four minutes, Jiang Jiuguo's body had already recovered.
Apart from the little red flowers dancing above and the torn skin scattered everywhere, Jiang Jiuguo's human characteristics were reviving. The rise and fall of his chest normalized, his breathing became steady.
Then... Jiang Jiuguo's flesh and blood surged all over, regenerating a layer of skin.
Human skin has a self-healing function, but healing is relatively slow; even a small skin wound takes days to heal.
But Jiang Jiuguo accelerated this process by thousands of times.
In just four minutes.
His entire skin regenerated, smooth and delicate, the skin quality all girls dream of.
Jiang Jiuguo also opened his eyes at this moment... Today.
The fifth day since Jiang Jiuguo's second transformation.
He was still staying in the 'Number 14' Numbered Room.
The physical toll this time was unimaginable; it took five days to recover enough to move a finger and open his mouth.
"Judging by your recovery, I think by this afternoon you should be able to get up and walk."
Number 35 scooped porridge from a bowl and fed it to Jiang Jiuguo.
To ensure he didn't miss any details of the fourth ghost sequence keystone's ghost formula ingestion, he had personally cared for Jiang Jiuguo these past days.
"You don't want to kick me back to Room 15, do you? Is a neighbor in Room 14 so heartless?"
Jiang Jiuguo grinned teasingly.
Number 35 truly lived up to being a 'mother hen'; his care these days was more professional than a nanny's.
He quite enjoyed being waited on by Number 35.
"No."
Number 35, accustomed to Jiang Jiuguo's mouth, chose to ignore it and continued.
"I wanted to ask if you're going to attend Number 47's lecture. If so, I'll prepare a wheelchair for you. Your current condition shouldn't affect listening."
"I'll go. Otherwise, I'll fall behind in the course again."
Jiang Jiuguo said, drinking the soup Number 35 fed him.
He then inquired: "By the way, how is Zhou Fengchun? Ah, what a pity. Several days have passed since I woke up. I originally wanted to ask him to go to my home and check..."
"Zhou Fengchun is dead."
Number 35 coldly interjected...