Chapter 166 About His Past
The commentators were curious about what kind of nightmare Qi Heng had during the time when he was seriously injured and unconscious due to the team battle, which caused him to behave so inappropriately.
And in the memories of the day, they saw this past with their own eyes.
It was a battle that foreshadowed the complete fall of the world.
The Dark Nest has returned, bringing with it countless huge monsters for war. The cultists are divided into different classes. They put their hands together with crazy expressions, and raise their heads to whisper strange spells. Dark clouds covered the daytime, foreshadowing the coming of disaster.
The righteous gathered in the central city, shouting commands to protect the terrified residents in the city. The psychics all looked grim, the approaching black mass was wrapped in an ominous black aura, the sky was dark and thick, and the pressure was slowly gathering.
The people in the city fled, screaming and crying, huddled together in fear of the impending tragedy, but were powerless to stop it.
The tough tug-of-war began.
Companions kept falling, the blood soaking the ground, and the wreckage thrown aside like a mass grave, all piled up so densely that the facial features were blurred, and it was completely impossible to recognize whose bodies they were. The stench that splashed onto his face dried and then got wet again, emitting an unpleasant smell that seeped into his eyes, making his eyeballs swell and turn red with pain, and all he could see was endless red.
Deformed, human, countless corpses piled up into a hill. The light of supernatural power flickers, and if it doesn't go out, a life will be lost.
In the end, only a faint light could be emitted. The few remaining people also lost the power to fight back, and chose to self-destruct in despair. The shattered pieces of flesh and blood splattered in different places, but they still could not die together with the endless enemies.
Central City has been overrun by rampant cultists.
The endless black fog broke through the gate guarded by the psychics, devoured the corpses on its way, and enveloped half of the city.
The people were fleeing madly, stepping on the bodies of their own kind in a panic and running forward, thinking that if they could just run faster they would survive, even if they had to live like rats in the sewers. The desire to survive took over their reason and selfishness blurred the greater good in their hearts.
The strange aroma spread, corroding the nerves of those who smelled it, breeding countless dark thoughts, and giving rise to countless budding malicious intent.
The top brass had become dazed by their desperate situation, and some were stabbing themselves in the chest with knives, or were madly approaching the unconscious Ye Yunhe behind them.
The holders of the time power were put under strict surveillance after the decline of the righteous forces. They were not even allowed to participate in any dungeons. There were hidden eyes everywhere they went.
Now he is regarded as the last trump card, tied to a table and chair unconsciously, like the last sacrifice of the doomsday.
At this moment, three people led by Si and An broke through the door and stabbed the senior executives who were approaching Ye Yunhe to the ground with a knife. The boy ran to his companion, untied the ropes on her, and breathed rapidly to test her breath.
Still alive.
Lin Muyu locked the door tightly. The usually calm young man now had a look of emptiness, as his faith had completely collapsed today. He, Si and An were also covered in wounds. In the end, a senior used the wreckage to protect their bodies. They crawled out of the pile of dead bodies and thought they had come to hell when they looked up.
I don't know who leaked the news.
"There is a supernatural being in the government who can turn back time."
As soon as this news was thrown into the crowd, it caused a huge commotion. Everyone rushed towards the government as if they had heard a life-saving straw. The expressions on their faces were distorted and hideous, and they were somewhat similar to those deformed people.
It seemed that as long as they could find the person with the ability to turn back time, everything now could be started over again and they could continue to live.
So Lin Muyu and Si Yu'an used up their last bit of supernatural power to stop the crowd from approaching, and they went to the top building themselves. Bai Zhou, who was imprisoned in another room, broke free from his restraints by taking advantage of the commotion of the crowd and joined them by exerting force. He is also the person with the most supernatural powers at the moment.
But where should they go?
When those people who are desperate to survive break the trap, will they kill the people who are blocking their way and whom they have been protecting all along?
[…Captain, where else can we go?] 】Carrying Ye Yunhe on his back, Si Yuan looked up in confusion and looked around at the mess.
The flame of hope is completely extinguished. Is death the best ending?
【us……】
Lin Muyu bit the flesh in his mouth hard, and the pain brought his dazed mind back to its original state. He calmed himself down and was about to respond, but was silenced by the sound of someone banging the door outside.
The people, bewildered by the aroma, found them.
His pupils shrank and he pushed the people around him hard: [Take Xiaoye away first! Go west! 】
[The White Night Guild should not have been affected yet. Go over there immediately to seek help. I will stay here to cover your back! 】
[No, I'll go with you.] 】The young boy wiped the blood flowing from his forehead and interrupted the other party when he saw that he wanted to refuse. [Don’t say those useless things. I have the most physical strength now, and don’t you know my special abilities? 】
This is not the Schrödinger's slow situation in the TV series. If we delay any longer, the door will be smashed open by those man-eating guys. Don't forget that the cultists and the deformed ones are still looking for the four of them, and judging by the current situation, they might have been discovered.
The young boy threw the potion in his pocket to Si Yu'an: "Take Xiaoye with you. The cultists are eyeing the flesh of the four of us." 】
If you hesitate any longer, many of your former allies will have to share Tang Monk's flesh.
There was no time to say more. Si Yu'an pursed his lips tightly, trying to hold back the soreness in his eyes and nose, and strangled the tears that had not yet blurred his vision.
He nodded vigorously and left the room with Ye Yunhe on his back towards the emergency passage. That was originally a path used for emergency escape that led directly to the outside of the city, but he didn't expect it to be used here.
The government was very cruel to Ye Yunhe, so cruel that they completely disregarded the friendship they had over the years. There was no way to wake the other party up except by waking up himself. He could only try his best to hold on and wait.
…
The movement of swinging weapons seems to be endless.
Bai Zhou's pale face was covered in his own and others' blood, which splattered from the wound as he used his supernatural power to cut the enemy's neck. Normally, the smelly blood was what the young man hated the most, but now it was poured on his face again and again, wetting his black hair and sticking it to his cheeks.
He drank bottle after bottle of medicine from the warehouse. An invisible thread connected him to Lin Muyu at the other end, and they nourished each other's physical strength. The cultists broke into the government building with the deformed people, while on the other side, the people were still frantically trying to catch them to ask about Ye Yunhe's whereabouts. All the wolves, tigers and leopards gathered together and forced the two to fight and retreat all the way, gradually running away from the center area to the side.
This was Bai Zhou's first time killing someone. By the end, he was even a little numb and couldn't tell whose head fell to the ground. Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces might have laughed sincerely during their triumph, but now they were rolling on the ground with distorted features.
Wuqing was immersed in the thick smell of blood, which seemed to be sticky and could not be washed away no matter what.
[It doesn't matter...as long as we can get out of this place. 】The young man kept repeating in his mind, 【As long as we can get out, we can live together. 】
If the ending is that he dies here or they die here together, it would be good as long as he is not the only one alive.
Confused thoughts were tangled in his mind. Bai Zhou shook his head vigorously, realizing that the fragrance had affected him. He bit his tongue hard, and the piercing pain instantly awakened his hazy consciousness.
The wounds on his body, big and small, were painful. There was a black gas covering the wounds, preventing the healing potion from healing. The granulation tissue that was about to grow burned off a layer of skin. The young boy grimaced in pain and smashed the glass bottle heavily on the cultist's head in annoyance.
There is a tall, wide, rough wall blocking the road ahead. Once you cross it, you will be outside the central city, and if you run further ahead, you will reach the suburbs.
Going further ahead is the direction of the White Night Guild. There is a car you can rob on the way, and the place agreed with Si and An is right there.
[▇▇] The thread was pulled, and Lin Muyu called his name not far away, [There is a wall ahead, use your supernatural power——]
Yes, superpowers.
The young man gasped and raised his head. His body was in severe pain even when he was concentrating energy. Unfortunately, the first compulsory lesson for every psychic is to endure the pain. He raised his hand, and the surging energy, accompanied by a swift wind, suddenly attacked the wall blocking the road ahead.
The wall collapsed with a loud noise, and the broken bricks hit ordinary people accurately. Half of the people who relied on their large numbers to fight in a row were killed in an instant, and the rest stumbled to the ground due to trampling on each other, and died ridiculously in the stampede.
Lin Muyu stood up by stepping on someone's shoulder, avoiding the black air and deformed corrosive saliva that attacked from behind. He grabbed the boy's arm and led him to jump high. He stepped on the stone bricks that had not yet landed in the air to gain leverage and was about to jump out of the city wall.
They fell heavily to the ground.
An array that had been activated at some point appeared beneath their feet. The patterns were so dense that they made people dizzy. Then, an invisible protective shield slowly appeared after being violated, as if mocking the two people's self-righteous struggles.
It was a strange formation surrounded by mottled black fog.
The transparent, breathing protective film undulated, wrapping the entire city, as if it wanted to corrode everything here with gastric juice.
And the people inside couldn't get out from the beginning.
——
The cultists who had been following the two men and trying to stop them laughed out loud at this moment. It was as if they had seen the funniest clown in the world. They held their stomachs and laughed wildly. They coughed and laughed, almost coughing out their intestines.
The people who were originally filled with righteous indignation and wanted to sacrifice one person to ascend to heaven lost their voices. They stood quietly with their necks drooping, motionless like puppets. Only their dark eyes stared at the two embarrassed people on the ground.
The boy fell and sprained his leg. At this moment, he was staring up at the bulging membrane with his pupils trembling. He tilted his head to look in the direction where Si and An left.
Lin Muyu struggled to protect him behind him, turned his head and stared at the approaching cultist, supporting himself on the ground with the long knife in his hand, and then he raised it up with all his strength, steadying his arm.
[Don't come near.] 】He scolded in a low voice,【Otherwise I don’t mind dying with you. 】
The leader was a young man whose gender was indistinguishable. He was not wearing the black robe that was required of cultists, revealing his pale face. He looked frail, but his eyes were cold and cruel.
He clapped hypocritically, and his voice was as strange as his appearance: [That's really scary...]
[Then just blow yourself up.] 】He sneered,【Let me see if you will die with that kid behind you. 】
[……] Lin Muyu pursed her lips and said nothing.
[Actually, I am a kind-hearted person. 】The cultist stroked the side of his face and glanced at the two men with ill intent, 【So, I don't mind giving the desperado a chance to survive. 】
[You kill him.] 】He stretched out his hand and pointed at the silent boy behind Lin Muyu,【Or, he kills you. 】
[If one of you survives, I will give that person a chance to leave alive. how? 】
Bai Zhou snorted coldly. He grabbed Lin Muyu's arm with great force, as if he was trying to kill the cruelest thought in the other's mind: [You are dreaming. 】
The cultist's face turned gloomy and he raised his hand. An invisible black gas went straight through Lin Muyu's right shoulder. The exhausted psychic couldn't block the attack, so the black gas corroded the skin and seeped into the bones.
The boy's pupils shrank, he covered his companion's bleeding wound, gritted his teeth and glared at the enemy.
[What a pity! Then you two can die together.] 】The cultist suddenly curled his lips and said,【With your other two good friends. 】
The unyielding young man was ready to die, but the mature young man had already planned a retreat. Even if that was not the path the young man was willing to take, he had to push people over there.
I committed suicide. Lin Muyu said, "Let him leave here." 】
The boy turned his head sharply to look at him.
【ha. 】The cultist laughed in a good mood.
[Such a touching scene, I was moved to tears.] 】The androgynous person is weird and seductive,【Yes, of course. But the price is too small...】
[I know you, Lin Muyu.] So, in addition to committing suicide, you have to blind your own eyes before doing so. 】
This is an equal transaction. 】
Lin Muyu held the knife tightly in his hand and nodded: [Okay. 】
The teleportation talisman hidden in his pocket lost its effect within the formation. The young man let go of it with trembling hands, and the belated despair finally surged into his heart.
He was pinned to the ground by the cultists who approached him, and his badly sprained foot and weak limbs proved that he had no room to resist. For the first time, he realized clearly that he was a weak person.
He is so weak that even with amazingly powerful supernatural powers, he still cannot escape the fate of being bullied and having his important things robbed.
…Why is it always like this?
Why did he have to lose everything he had?
He couldn't even open his mouth to shout and stop the actions of the person in front of him. The dirty cloth was stuffed into his mouth. This primitive method was completely feasible to stop a mutant, because he was now numb and painful all over. As long as he tried to gather energy, his limbs would feel a knife-like pain, because he -
It's really too weak.
Lin Muyu's actions were clearly reflected in his retina. The young man watched with his eyelids open as the tip of the knife stabbed straight into the fragile eye socket, crushing the soft globe, and his body's subconscious reaction due to the severe pain.
He's going crazy.
In a trance, it seemed as if I could no longer hear anything. The blood of my companions was completely different from that of other people. It burned my skin like a corrosive substance, and the blood that splashed into my eyes was mixed with tears.
He watched as the captain's upright body suddenly collapsed, like a mountain falling, and landed dully on the dirty ground beside him, with the tip of the knife that had always been wiped clean stuck in his heart.
【Want to see your other good friends? 】
Someone said to him with a happy smile, and a force grasped the boy's chin, twisting his head to the other side, forcing his eyes to look up at the sky.
There was a tall building in the distance, on the top rooftop, with two familiar figures and a crowd of people approaching them.
[You should be able to recognize it, right? 】
Of course, that was Ye Yunhe and Si Yu'an. It turns out Xiaoye has woken up.
They look bad.
[I am a man who keeps his promises. After you see how those two people died, I will let you go and give you three days to escape... How do you feel about falling to death? Or was he so panicked that he jumped off the building and got smashed to pieces? 】
The force strangled his neck: [You choose one... huh? 】
The voice hesitated: [What is that? 】
There was an inexplicably spreading wave that ruffled everyone's hair. At the same time as the coolness came, there was a rise in uneasiness in their hearts, and their skin felt numb and itchy from being rubbed by the wave.
The cultist let go of his hand and stood up. The boy lost his support and his head fell to the ground. He squinted his eyes drowsily, but still forced himself to look up at the figure on the rooftop.
What's going on? 】He heard the cultist ask this in a hurried tone.
The wave spread again. This time the numbness and itching turned into a stinging pain, causing the person to cry out in pain.
The boy stared at the rooftop.
The figure belonging to Ye Yunhe was frozen in place. The vibrations seemed to come from her, one after another, like an old electrical appliance with a jammer, disturbing others with its chaotic and irregular sounds.
Si Yu'an knelt on the side with his head down, unable to see clearly what was going on. The young man had many broken objects stuck in his body, like broken wooden sticks that had pierced straight into his flesh, with large and small objects piercing his body. The young man seemed to have not moved for a long time.
The boy blinked, tears streaming unconsciously from his eyes, but he still kept his eyes open, staring at the rooftop. Endless sleepiness came along with strong emotions, and for some reason he wanted to close his eyes and fall asleep.
He saw a dazzling light bursting out from Ye Yunhe's body. Pure, surging silver-blue light exploded from her body, particularly eye-catching in the dimness, so beautiful that it was inappropriate.
Cover up the shattered pieces of flesh as well.
"Tick-tock"
My eardrums felt the vibration, and in a trance I heard the sound of a clock at that moment. The crisp and rapid sound was enough to shake my soul.
At the same time, the silver-blue light spread outwards along with violent energy waves.
Wherever you go, everything is covered by that touch of blue. The whistling wind almost sucks people into the vortex in the center. The eerie ticking sound of a clock running backwards sounds rapidly, hitting everyone's heart continuously.
The overwhelming blue swallowed up everything, swallowed up the panicked shouts of others, swallowed up the motionless bodies of others, and swallowed up the body of the young man who finally closed his eyes.
Like a torrent, it sweeps everything back to its unknown origin.
The boy lost consciousness.
The illusion ends here. Swallowed by the silver-blue.
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