Chapter 629 Sleepless Nights

"Hibernation pod?"

After returning from the hospital, the two immediately went to find Kerry.

Kerry replied, "The hibernation pod is a hibernation pod that was taken off the spaceship."

Yun Zhao patiently said, "Of course I know, but why did you remove the hibernation pod and put it in the hospital?"

Everything that could be disassembled on the spacecraft was taken apart, and a section of the cabin was also damaged.

Will Dad be able to safely reach Mistweave Star in that broken spaceship that's just an empty shell?

Kerry seemed a little surprised that Yun Zhao would ask this, but it made perfect sense to it: "Because you were sleeping inside the whole time, little master."

“When we first landed here, the little bluebird appeared. Your condition was not good at that time... Your master immediately decided to send you to the contaminated area.”

"Well, we met a woman on the way. She recognized our master and thought we were also here to seek immortality."

"Having eternal life comes at a huge price. That woman thought her master had gone mad and was convinced that you couldn't survive. She was almost killed by her master, but luckily she ran away quickly."

Kerry's words successfully reminded Yun Zhao of the little bluebird's memory fragments.

"Yun Jue! You can't do this!"

The woman's shrill voice echoed behind him, "Are you going to kill her with your own hands?! She's your daughter, she'll die!"

So that was the scene at the time.

The woman thought her father was taking her to the contaminated area so that she could gain eternal life.

Kerry recounted the situation at the time, "Later, the master found the polluted area where the Shadow Clan was located. You were too weak at that time, and the little bluebird's power was too strong."

"The master has no choice but to put you into hibernation to slowly adjust the fusion of your genetic sequence and mental field."

Xie Tu spoke up at the opportune moment: "She only woke up after twenty years?"

Kerry didn't want to answer, but seeing his young master staring at him, he reluctantly said, "Yes, it took him twenty years to get used to it and come out of there."

The truth is like piecing together the last piece of a puzzle.

The moment Yun Zhao and the little bluebird awoke at the same time, her power restrained the red eyes that were also in the polluted area.

It brought light to the outside world.

It seems that everything was predetermined.

"Oh, right, that woman came in too. She was discovered by the master. I don't know what the master said to her, but they eventually reached an agreement that she can't leave here until the master returns."

Kerry was very patient with Yun Zhao's questions, looking at her expectantly, "Is there anything else you want to know, little master?"

Yun Zhao shook his head, his thoughts swirling.

"Alright, young master, you should go back to your room to rest now."

Kerry's robotic arm pointed to the quiet rooms on both sides of the first floor, "Everyone's asleep. Kids who don't sleep well won't grow tall."

Yun Zhao was indeed tired.

A series of truths left her mind in a whirl, and exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave, not only physically but also mentally.

"Okay." Yun Zhao agreed, taking Xie Tu's hand and walking towards the bedroom on the first floor.

Kerry: "..."

Xie Tu acted extremely naturally, as if it were only natural for Yun Zhao to lead him to the bedroom. He even gripped Yun Zhao's hand even tighter in return.

As I passed the closed rooms on both sides of the corridor, I could hear faint noises coming from inside.

It seems someone is still awake.

Indeed, some people can't sleep soundly after learning the truth about the disaster.

...

The decoration of each room in the castle is similar to that of a children's room.

Pink walls, pink and white furniture and bed sheets.

Fu Mo sat cross-legged on the overly soft pink bed, the cold barrel of a Gatling gun lying across her knees, its dark metallic sheen clashing with the dreamy pink and white tones around her.

Her fingertips traced the fine scratches on the gun.

Each path represents a fierce battle, a piece of land reclaimed from the contaminated zone.

The Gatling gun was chosen because of its overwhelming firepower.

Fu Yu firmly believed that as long as the firepower was fierce enough, it could crush and cleanse those twisted monsters, along with the contaminated areas that sheltered them.

Each time she pulled the trigger, the deafening roar and the cascading cartridges gave her a brief sense of control.

For the dead, for all the destroyed lives, blast a bloody path to the light.

Over the years, all her obsessions and all her blood and sweat have been poured into this path.

Becoming stronger and eliminating more contaminated areas became almost the only creed that kept her going.

Now……

After learning the truth, she was momentarily confused, but quickly came to her senses and became even more determined in her beliefs.

So what if the enemy is too powerful?

Do advanced civilizations view them as ants and their struggles as meaningless?

Let them see how strong a dam can be gnawed away when ants are driven to the brink!

She used to think that eliminating the polluted area was the end goal.

Now Fu Yu understood.

That's just a process, a means.

The real goal has never changed—to survive.

The faith did not collapse; it was merely tempered and reborn in the face of cruel truth, becoming more fanatical and, more... dangerous.

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Next door to Fuqi, there was another person who had not yet gone to sleep.

Jiang Mu leaned against the headboard, shirtless, his loose hair casting a shadow in front of his eyes, obscuring all his emotions.

A scabbed wound lay across his shoulder blade, the dark red edges of the scab still showing signs of swelling that hadn't completely subsided, which he casually pressed with his fingertips.

How could I say I don't care?

The image of those cold, piercing crimson pupils of the red-eyed man still seemed to linger in his mind.

It not only pried into him, but also brutally tore open the coffin of his deepest, most unwanted memories.

Who does Jiang Mu think he is?

A pathetic wretch who stole the belongings of the dead?

A complete imposter who doesn't even fully belong to himself in terms of his spiritual body?

A faint smell of blood and a cold sense of emptiness filled the air.

He suddenly let out a low, snickering laugh, which sounded particularly harsh in the empty room.

Facing an enemy like this is truly terrifying.

The white-haired beast quietly returned and cried out twice from outside the window.

"Did you get into trouble again?"

Jiang Mu's expression softened. He got up, opened the window, reached out and touched the child's head, comforting him, "It's alright, Guide Yun won't blame you."

It's just a damaged slide; he can afford to pay for it.

The white beast looked at the wound on his shoulder, its adorable big eyes filled with worry.

This was the first time the child had ever shown such an expression.

Jiang Mu felt a warmth in his heart. "It's just a minor injury, it's almost healed. Did you enjoy the amusement park?"

[Fun!]

When it came to playing, the white beast perked up again, rolled over, and chattered excitedly as it shared the toys in the playground with its main body.

The room is too small.

Unable to enter, the white-haired beast returned to the spiritual realm, where it happily rolled around.

Jiang Mu closed the window again and went back to lie on the pink bed.

He closed his eyes, locking all the turmoil behind his drooping eyelids.

When I opened my eyes again, all that remained was a cold light that was almost numb, yet also extremely obsessive.