Chapter 4: I Think I Can Still Be Saved

Inside the cremation furnace, dozens of high-temperature flame nozzles erupted with surging azure flames, directly engulfing Ren Jie.

Within seconds, the clothes he wore turned to ashes and blew away.

Yet strangely, Ren Jie's body was untouched by the thousand-degree flames, completely unharmed.

Even the Monkey King in the Supreme Old Lord’s alchemy furnace wasn’t this unscathed, was he?

Blood-red demonic patterns began to grow from Ren Jie's chest, spreading all over his body.

These patterns resembled fiery cloud motifs—bold and wild!

The flame-cloud runes started absorbing the furnace’s fire, repairing his injuries, healing wounds, and reconstructing bones.

His heart even began beating anew.

“Thump… thump… thump…”

Half an hour passed. The atmosphere inside the crematorium remained heavy, punctuated by occasional sobs.

Wei Pingsheng stared fixedly at the ceiling, the cigarette butt in his hand emitting yellow smoke, burning almost to his fingers without him noticing.

At that moment, the staff responsible for the cremation were stunned, staring in disbelief at the furnace’s control panel.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t it burning up?”

Half an hour of scorching flames exceeding a thousand degrees—steel bones would have melted into molten iron, and any normal corpse would have carbonized long ago!

Yet the sensors still detected something inside?

A team member complained, “Still not done? Are you guys even capable?”

The staff glared back, “Hah! I’ve cremated more bodies than you’ve eaten meals. You can doubt me, but don’t question my professionalism!”

Tian Yu rubbed his eyes weakly:

“Ah, Brother Jie sacrificed himself heroically to save others; that’s a great merit, right?”

“Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Legends say those with great merits become immortal golden bodies after death, their corpses uncorrupted for a thousand years.”

“Do you think Brother Jie’s cremation will produce two catties of relic beads?”

Wei Pingsheng glared and smacked Tian Yu hard on the back of the head.

“Relic beads, my foot! What, you wanna string them into a necklace?”

Zheng Ying grew anxious too—payment was received, and the cremation service had to be flawless.

He immediately intensified the fire, running the furnace at full power.

But just then, a faint knocking sound came from the furnace...

“Knock... knock... knock...”

In the silent crematorium, everyone’s eyes widened, faces paling.

Where was that knocking coming from? No one moved—was it just a hallucination?

Or...

Everyone’s gaze instinctively fell on the cremation furnace...

“Knock!”

A louder knock resounded, and the furnace door seemed to tremble with the impact.

Faces drained even paler. It was confirmed—the sound was definitely coming from inside the furnace.

Jiang Jiuli’s eyes widened in disbelief.

She had never witnessed anything so eerie before.

Sweat beaded on Zheng Ying’s forehead.

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