Chapter 81: Incident 2

The movement in the mental picture continued, and Lin Yao went in to take a look every day.

That night, when Lin Yao went to check as usual, the tightly packed bulge seemed to have received some instructions and slowly relaxed.

The layers moved away to the sides, revealing the contents of the package.

It wasn't some rare treasure that Lin Yao had guessed, nor was it some secret weapon.

A bunch of unpretentious banyan fruits can also be said to be banyan flowers, because when the banyan tree blooms, the flowers are the fruits and the fruits are the flowers.

Of course, apart from the various colors, the rest was no different from the old banyan trees blooming and bearing fruit that he had seen on Earth before.

He couldn't help it and started mumbling in his mind:

"No, I was trembling outside, afraid that some pirate would get carried away and drag me into a fight.

You've blossomed a string of colorful banyan blossoms for me in my mental vision? Or are they hidden fig blossoms?

As soon as the words fell, the bunch of fruit flowers seemed to understand and shook gently.

The golden-red vine next to it also came over, holding out a leaf bud to him, as if to say, "Look how beautiful it is!"

Lin Yao was choked by this scene, and the complaint that was about to come out of his mouth got stuck in his throat.

After holding it in for a long time, he said, "Can I eat it?"

Lin Yao regretted the moment he said it. He just said it casually, how could he really eat something that grew out of his mental picture.

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the golden-red vines next to the bunch of fruit flowers moved "whoosh".

I saw it picking fruits back and forth on the bunch, and then it twisted it gently and actually picked a fruit.

The fruit was twisted off, and there was a gap in the originally crowded fruit bunch, but the next second the same fruits quickly grew back.

The fruit was as big as a persimmon, but the skin had an indescribable magical quality.

On the deep blue-black background, swirling bright yellow and star-like silver-white are splashed.

It was like Van Gogh's "Starry Night" was kneaded into a physical entity, emitting a fine luster in the dim light of the spiritual sea.

The golden-red vine held the fruit and eagerly handed it to Lin Yao. The tip of the vine rubbed him gently, revealing an eagerness to "taste it quickly".

Lin Yao was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand formed by consciousness to take it.

The fruit is warm to the touch, and the skin feels a bit like ripe berries, soft and a little elastic.

He held the fruit and looked left and right, his brows furrowed into a knot, and he couldn't help muttering:

"You...are not going to poison me to death?"

Although this was something Shasha had created by accumulating energy over the past few days, it still looked a bit unreliable like an "experimental product".

If he really took a bite and made himself mentally ill, that would be unfair.

The ice-blue vines beside him seemed to have sensed his hesitation and gently wrapped around his wrist.

It moved closer to the fruit and rubbed the receptacle against the surface of the fruit, as if to guarantee that it was "non-toxic".

Even the bunch of unpicked fruit flowers swayed gently, as if joining in the singing.

Lin Yao looked at the colorful fruit in his hand, then looked at Shasha's "eat quickly" posture, and for a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or worry.

He hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the anticipation of killing the monster, so he lowered his head and took a small bite tentatively.

The flesh is very soft and tender, with little residue when eaten.

A sweet feeling spread along my consciousness. It was not the kind of sweet that makes you sick, but a kind of mellow sweetness with a hint of coolness.

As the sweet feeling came over Lin Yao, his mind buzzed and Ye Heng's face flashed through his mind in an instant.

That person really liked sweets, and later on, when he was eating something sweet, he would come over and take a bite, then laugh softly and say, "Why didn't you call me if you wanted to eat sweets?"

The two then exchanged a wet kiss.

He was stunned for a moment, and his fingertips unconsciously pinched the fruit.

The next second, juice oozed out of the bitten flesh. It was not the light yellow or light red of ordinary fruits, but a rich and indissoluble deep blue.

It flowed down through his "fingers", but strangely did not spill out, just hanging there, emitting tiny rays of light.

Lin Yao suddenly came back to his senses, staring at the dark blue juice, his brows furrowed again.

This fruit...I'm afraid it's not just sweet.

Shasha has been accumulating energy for so long, hiding it until it blooms, and creating this starry sky-like skin. Even the juice inside is unusual. How could it be just a "sweet fruit"?

He raised his hand to wipe the "juice" from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the fruit flower that was still swaying next to him.

The soft feeling in my heart caused by the sweetness faded a little, and I felt more thoughtful.

Before he could sort out the thought that "this fruit is definitely not simple", the mental picture in front of him suddenly shook.

Shasha's body retreated as if blown away by the wind, and the ground beneath his feet gradually became transparent.

In the blink of an eye, the forest completely disappeared, replaced by an endless starry sky.

The dark blue background was dotted with swirling bright yellow and silver-white, exactly like the skin and juice of the fruit. Even the air was filled with a faint sweet fragrance.

Lin Yao was already in a conscious state, and now he felt even more light, as if being carried by the wind into the depths of the starry sky.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab something, but when he looked up, he suddenly stopped!

I don't know when my hands changed. The white fingertips faded into a clear ice blue, and fine lines appeared on the knuckles.

The entire arm turned into a long, thin vine, swaying gently with the air currents in the starry sky.

"..." Lin Yao blinked, and it took him a long time to react.

"No way—"

It's not like he has figured out something, it's obvious that he has been poisoned!

Otherwise, how could such a good spiritual picture turn out like this? How could I become a vine?

It turns out that what Shasha handed over was not a precious fruit, but a poisonous fruit with hallucinatory effects!

Lin Yao tried to move his "vine hand", and his fingertips actually touched a "star" hanging next to him. It was soft and like a candy.

He thought helplessly: It’s really sweet, but it’s also really a scam!

Is Shasha doing this to get back at him for wanting to remove the bulge?

Lin Yao tried to tense his consciousness to steady his body, but the light feeling was like a wind mixed with honey, which made his bones weak and he could not resist it no matter what.

He simply relaxed and let the force carry him away.

The consciousness became more and more scattered, and the body began to become abstract.

The originally thin and long vine arms gradually melted into strands of ice-blue light bands, swaying with the air currents in the starry sky.

He looked down and could hardly tell where he was.

It seems as if the whole person has melted into the starry sky, becoming one of the flickering stars, or a ray of light drifting with the flow.

There's nothing to panic about.

Thinking of this, Lin Yao finally felt relieved.

It's already like this, there's no point in resisting.

He just kept swinging like a rootless cloud.

Sometimes you are swept around by the swirling star energy, and sometimes you bump into a soft "star", which makes you feel sweet all over.

The anxiety in the spiritual sea seemed to be dissolved by this starry sky, and dispersed little by little in the wind along the light band.

In a trance, he seemed to see the string of colorful banyan fruits also floating over and hanging on the stars not far away.

The various colors collide with each other, so bright that it is dazzling.

Shasha also swam over and gently rested on his light belt. Without causing any more trouble, he just swam quietly with him.

Lin Yao thought in a daze: Forget it, I’m poisoned, at least for now... I feel pretty comfortable.

He was swinging in a daze when he suddenly felt the air flow beside him suddenly sink.

The largest vortex star had gotten closer at some point, and the star energy on the edge seemed to have suction, pulling it towards the center with a "whoosh".

He didn't even have a chance to struggle and was sucked into the whirlpool in the blink of an eye.

The dizziness didn't last long, and he suddenly fell into a cold place, as if being gently circled by something, swaying.

"Is this... a change of location?" Lin Yao thought confusedly and tried to probe his consciousness outside.

The tentacles were not as soft as the starry sky, but something cold and smooth, with a slight curve, sticking to his consciousness.

He subconsciously leaned towards the thing and "touched" it carefully.

It is not as soft as skin, nor as rough as vines, but has a fine coolness, as smooth as satin, yet harder than satin.

This touch...

Lin Yao's soft brain seemed to be splashed with a spoonful of cold water, and suddenly became more awake.

It's scales!

Cold scales with a familiar touch!

He rushed towards the scales, his consciousness trembling.

If this isn't Mo Yun, who is it?

What's going on? Why is he here with Mo Yun? Is this poisonous fruit? Or something else?

Lin Yao subconsciously wanted to draw his consciousness outwards. He wanted to be closer to Mo Yun and see through it to see how Ye Heng was doing.

The necklace that Shasha gave to Mo Yun allows both of them to sense each other's condition, so Ye Heng knows that Lin Yao is still there, and Lin Yao also knows that Ye Heng is not really crazy.

But even though I know it, I still have to see it with my own eyes to feel at ease.

He didn't have much hope at first, after all, his consciousness just now was scattered like shattered light, without even any shape.

But the light band on the fingertips actually moved.

The ice-blue light gathered towards the center little by little, with tiny star-like spots of light, dragging out a long tail of light, as if dragging several soft tails.

He gritted his teeth and retracted his thought. After a while, he actually formed a rough outline.

It can't be considered a human form, but more like a floating mist. Only the aura emanating from his body belongs uniquely to Lin Yao.

He was hanging in front of Mo Yun, and he was stunned: It actually worked?

Mo Yun also stopped his movements, his huge snake pupils shrank slightly, and he came closer to take a closer look.

The cold tip of the nose passed through his misty "arm" but didn't touch anything solid. The snake's tongue moved quickly with a bit of confused curiosity.

It recognized the aura as Lin Yao, the person who always liked to tickle its scales with his fingertips and put his warm palms on its head.

But the thing in front of me was very strange. It had no familiar eyebrows or eyes, no curved corners of the mouth, and I couldn't even touch it. It was just a ball of visible light fog.

Mo Yun tilted his head, and the tip of his tail gently swept across the tail of light beside Lin Yao. The tail of light swayed like the smoke rising from an incense burner, as if disturbed by the wind, without any obstruction.

It seemed even more confused and moved forward again, with shadows of light and mist reflected in its snake pupils.

Lin Yao looked at it and quickly shouted with his consciousness: "It's me! Mo Yun, it's me!"

Fortunately, the sound is there.

He tried to move closer, hoping to touch its head like he had done before.

But just as the light mist was about to touch the scales, it floated through the gaps between the scales without leaving any hindrance.

Lin Yao paused, but he was not discouraged. It was enough for Mo Yun to recognize his breath and feel Ye Heng's breath.

Mo Yun seemed to understand, and the confusion in his snake eyes faded a little.

She lowered her head and gently rubbed his ball of light with the top of her head, as if she was afraid of breaking it apart.

Lin Yao shook his "head" in the form of light mist and looked around.

The familiar cold spiritual barrier, the air was filled with Ye Heng's unique, clear and steady breath. There was no doubt that this was Ye Heng's spiritual picture.

His heart tightened, and he asked with his consciousness:

"Mo Yun, can we go out? Can you take me to see Ye Heng?"

Mo Yun's snake pupils moved, and although he nodded, the tip of his tail rubbed hesitantly against his light mist.

Lin Yao's light mist now looks very strange. It has no real outline and it is afraid that it will disperse if touched. It is thinking about how to take him out.

At this moment, a flash of ice-blue light suddenly appeared on Mo Yun's neck.

The next second, a thread-thin ice-blue vine emerged from the necklace's receptacle. It was Shasha.

"Hiss--" Mo Yun suddenly called out in a low voice, the snake's pupils brightened a little, and the tip of its tail swept across the ground with a "click", and it actually showed a rare bit of excitement.

Only then did it completely put its mind at ease. After all, Shasha was there and could always protect Lin Yao.

Shasha came to Lin Yao's light fog with a "whoosh" and without waiting for Lin Yao's reaction, he used vines to gently pull him to the middle.

Before Lin Yao could even shout, he felt the ball of light mist around him being rolled up like dough and stuffed into the flower.

It is neither too big nor too small, just right to fit in, like a bead embedded in a flower.

Shasha made sure that he would not float out, then he rubbed Moyun's scales.

The tip of the vine also patted Mo Yun's head, as if greeting an old friend, but also as if asking Mo Yun to go out.

Mo Yun responded with a low hiss and began to produce a mental image.

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Mo Yun silently swam out of the mental image, slid along the corner of the wall into the shadow of the room, but did not dare to move forward.

It pressed its body against the cold stone wall, its snake eyes warily looking into the room.

This is the cell where the White Tower holds the psychic rebellion sentinels. The walls are covered in silver-grey light patterns that suppress psychic power.

On the bed in the middle of the room, Ye Heng was tied up with restraints that glowed coldly.

There were tubes inserted all over his body, and various inhibitors were flowing in them. His face was abnormally pale, but there was a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.

Ye Bingzong stood beside the bed, his back to the door and to Mo Yun who was hiding in the dark.

His voice was filled with suppressed anger, and every word hit the air: "Ye Heng! You disappoint me so much. Is it worth it for you to drag the Ye family into the mud just for Lin Yao?"

"You forgot that he is already dead! The Ye family is your root!"

Ye Heng lying on the bed just looked at him calmly without saying a word.

Ye Bingzong continued to speak without hesitation, his cloudy yet sharp eyes fixed on the person on the bed, his words falling like icy stones:

"I've never taken a liking to Lin Yao. What's the background of the De Lin family? They're not even second-rate on the Central Star. How can they help the Ye family?"

He paused, his tone full of disdain and coldness:

"Later, his mental strength reached 3S+, and I thought he was finally useful. He could help you stabilize your mental strength, so he was considered a qualified tool.

The Ye family wants to inherit and what they want is a force that can form an alliance through marriage.

"He is a marriage partner who can give birth to a legitimate heir. What is he, Lin Yao? At most, he is just a handy thing by your side."

"A patriarch should act like a patriarch. If you get emotional about a tool, what will happen if it gets out?"

Ye Bingzong snorted, "If he dies, then he dies. People die every day in the empire.

It's just a tool, what's the pity? I didn't expect you to be so absurd."

"What kind of mess did you make at the Lin family's banquet?

I let you out, and you said in front of so many families that you would not marry Lin Xue, and then turned around and moved the supply chain of the Lin family's ten planets.

Ye Heng, are you trying to push the Ye family into a dead end? "

He grew angrier as he spoke, the veins on the back of his hands throbbing violently. "I locked you up here to wake you up! Don't let that dead man fool you anymore!"

"Your position as Patriarch will be put aside for now. The Emperor has also agreed to a replacement to take over the Red Shadow Legion. As for the position of Marshal, the Empire has plenty of retired marshals."

Seeing that Ye Heng was still unmoved despite what he had said, Ye Bingzong felt even more angry.

He pointed at Ye Heng on the bed, his eyes becoming fiercer, and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Whether you marry Lin Xue or not is not up to you! The Ye family's wedding affairs are naturally handled by the Ye family!"

These words actually caused Ye Heng on the bed to react.

He opened his eyes, full of teasing, and squeezed out three words in a hoarse voice: "Impossible."

Ye Bingzong was so irritated by his behavior that his face turned pale. He said, "It's not up to you," and cursed, "You are so stubborn."

Finally, he stomped his feet hard, turned around and walked towards the door.

He slammed the heavy metal door shut, and the sound of the lock echoed in the empty cell before gradually fading away.

The room was completely silent, with only Ye Heng's suppressed breathing as the sound.

He looked at the cold light patterns on the ceiling, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped from his throat. His grandfather's plan was doomed to fail.

Thinking of the strange expression on that old face, Ye Heng couldn't help laughing out loud.

He was really fed up with this family's shackles. Instead of being bound like this any longer, he decided to cut off the source of the trouble!

After laughing a few times, Ye Heng suddenly moved. He turned his head, and his eyes passed through the empty cell and fell accurately on the shadow where Mo Yun was hiding.

His voice was still hoarse, but a little clearer than before: "Mo Yun? Why did you come out?"

The flower on Mo Yun's neck swayed gently, and Lin Yao in the flower holder first peeked out a ray of light mist.

Starlight condensed from his fingertips and flicked towards the corner of the wall. With a light "pop" sound, smoke came out of the surveillance camera and the screen went completely dark.

After making sure that there was nothing in the way, he floated out of the flower and headed towards the bed, leaving a long tail of light.

Ye Heng, who was lying on the bed, was closing his eyes to relax when he vaguely sensed a familiar breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a mass of ice-blue mist, roughly the outline of a human figure.

There was a tiny light scattered around the edge, as if it was blown gently by the wind, and was slowly floating towards him.

The fog contained a breath that he had memorized countless times.

But it looked so strange, without any eyebrows or features, just a ball of moving light mist.

Just as Ye Heng was about to ask "Who", the ball of light mist floated closer and gently covered him.

There was no real touch, but it felt like being wrapped in a soft breeze, carrying the familiar scent engraved in his bones and blood, steadily falling into the emptyest part of his heart, instantly suppressing all his uneasiness and restlessness.

In this reassuring warmth, he heard a soft call in his ear, soft and with a slightly illusory echo:

"Ye Heng."