Chapter 51 Path (5)

Dimula's body seemed to be frozen by ice, and the cold air could not be suppressed from spreading from the soles of his feet.

With his back against the door, he frantically groped around the edge with his right hand, but he slipped several times and could not hold the door handle at all.

The woman in front of him had a creaking chest, as if a mouse was struggling to get out of her throat. Her trachea was squeezed to the point that there was not a trace of fluid left. The hand pointing at him began to twist and twitch from the shoulder blade, and it was almost impossible to focus.

"Are you, are you okay? Otherwise, I'll find someone..." Dimula was terrified. His hand finally touched the handle, and he was about to run out.

The woman's head lost control of her cervical spine, swaying left and right, and her entire upper body swayed violently in the air, like leaves blown everywhere in a strong wind, disorderly and chaotic.

"Bring him here! Bring that woman here, the woman who drinks sweetly." Before she was completely exhausted, the woman said this.

Boom! Thunder roared, and the light of lightning broke through the darkness in the room.

The baby who was originally held in the woman's arms was now covered by the woman who was dried up and skinned, like a nest in a quilt.

The room was so quiet that Dimula could even hear the violent beating of his heart.

He cautiously stepped forward to test, and poked the woman who had collapsed into a ball and was no longer in human form with his foot.

"Go now!"

The woman's sharp voice rang out, and the baby burst out of the skin in a tone that could pierce the eardrum.

The skin of the woman, which could no longer be called a woman, was like a soft and rotten cow stomach with a hole. As the baby stretched out its hands and feet, the torn and rotten body finally made a gurgling sound like boiling water, and was completely declared useless.

The baby, covered in blood and mucus from melted bones, squirmed and turned to Dimula.

"Ahhh——" Dimula was directly scared and ran out of the office without looking back.

Two ordinary members who were working in the association looked at him in surprise, and approached the office in the corner with some curiosity. Just as they were about to see it, the door slammed shut.

The woman's usual harsh voice came out: "Don't you have your own things to do?!"

They ran away quickly.

"Huh." Dimula stood at the door of the association, panting, and several rickshaw drivers approached him.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to refuse, one of the drivers rubbed his hands and said to him flatteringly: "Sir, I just sent you yesterday, remember?"

"If you still want to find the woman from before, I can take you there, and I can even bargain for you."

"What did you say?"

"It's the woman you handed over the money at the door. She specializes in the flesh trade. I know her address."

Dimula looked up at him straight, and then thought of the fear that was like a leech just now, and nodded stiffly.

Beside the old basement, a mother and son were squatting and eating bread. The woman ate it with big mouthfuls, muttering about her child.

Seeing that her son didn't reply, she didn't scold him, but patiently repeated it again and again.

With a shout, the driver stopped at the entrance of the alley and stood at the entrance. He pointed at the woman and said, "My lord, she is right here."

As soon as she saw Dimula, the woman showed a look of surprise on her face. She held her son's face, who had been keeping his head down and silent, and forced him to lift his head up. She pointed at Dimula and said something.

Dimula didn't see it clearly.

But after a moment, the child suddenly bit his lips and bowed in his direction.

For a moment, Dimula didn't know whether he should go forward or run away quickly.

A person without conscience should not see this scene.

He was about to leave, but at this time the woman handed the bread in her hand to the child, and ran over from there in two steps, running to Dimula's side.

"Good morning, sir," the woman was still timid, her hair was black, her pupils were black, and even when she was standing in front of Dimula, her two legs were still crossed, as uneasy as a gray quail caught in the rain. "Do you have any other business to find me?"

Most civilians were gray and fluffy. In the past, in Dimula's eyes, these people were just black dots that he would see when he stood at the highest point of the inner city wall and looked down.

But now she suddenly became something alive, a mother, a person, not a civilian, a tiny black dot.

"Are you willing to work in the association?" Dimula couldn't tell whether it was his cruelty or fear that prevailed.

"Can I?" The gray quail's eyes sparkled.

"Of course you can, but," Dimula hesitated, "it will be very hard. You may have to travel frequently in the future and won't be able to see your son. Are you willing to do that?"

"It's okay with me, sir. You are willing to give me this opportunity," Gray Quail cried, stuttered, and looked like a country bumpkin. "I am very grateful. I can go to work now."

"That would be great!" Dimula turned around unbearably and looked at the driver standing in the distance waiting for him. He suddenly turned back.

He searched through his pockets and took out all the points cards, whether large or small, and piled them into the woman's hands.

"I'll take the bus back, you can walk over by yourself."

Gray Quail was stunned. His mouth opened almost uncontrollably at first. When she saw the face value of the points card in her hand, her face returned to normal, and even became more gloomy.

She followed the car far away with her eyes, her lips trembled, her throat trembled, and several times the woman wanted to ask Dimula loudly, but in the end no sound came out, only staggered a step.

"Mom." The taciturn boy supported her when she was about to fall.

"Bran," the gray quail squatted down, spread its gray and fluffy wings and held the child in her arms, "Mom will definitely let you live a good life."

The rickshaw driver's pace was not fast, and he could hear all the sounds on the road. From the conversations of passers-by, Dimula knew that the influence of the Antique Pawnshop was now rapidly expanding, almost becoming a hot topic in the inner city.

The store is only open to people with a certification card. The countless rare and coveted items can only be viewed but not purchased. He put his hand in his pocket and searched for the card Zhou Ye gave him, but found nothing.

It seemed that he had just handed it to the woman.

"Don't go back to the association first, take me to the pawnshop."

"Okay."

In a small room on the second floor near the pawn shop, Fu Yue leaned her head against the head of the bed, holding her face with her hands to prevent herself from falling asleep. Her skin was almost transparent, and the moon energy continued to flow into the main body at a slow speed.

Siming's tall and strong body was nestled in the main body's arms like a cub returning to the nest. He put his head close to the main body's heart, and the originally beautiful and elegant silver found that it was losing its luster. He was casually placed under his body like dead grass.

He was still transmitting energy to the main body.

Nuo Ze stood by the bed, his eyes were dull, and the already scarce energy in his body was now at a level that could only sustain life.

Far weaker than the other two vests who survived longer and were related to the present world.

Huh——incomparably peaceful, energy continued to be input for an unexpected second, Zhou Ye opened his eyes, and his consciousness instantly entered the pure white space.

Ancient trees, sandboxes, and vests that moved freely in the space appeared one by one.

Cong Yue was the first to approach Zhou Ye. The energy in her body was almost gone, and almost all of it was covered by the moon energy. The flesh on her body was stretched to the point of glowing faintly. Moon butterflies seemed to be swimming around under her thin skin, about to break out of the shell.

"It looks no different from a polluted beast." From Cong Yue's perspective, Zhou Ye looked down at his own body.

"How come?" The original body shook his head and smiled. "You are the same as always, but you have consumed too much energy."

He pushed the wheelchair in the space and reached out to touch the red hair that was no longer bright.

Siming came closer from behind and rested his head on the original body's shoulder. He closed his eyes tiredly and leaned on him like this.

The original body turned around and saw Nuo standing there motionless.

The energy in this vest was so scarce that the consciousness in Nuo's body had stagnated. In order to wake up the original body, he almost didn't leave any energy.

"Good boy." Zhou Ye wanted to say something else, but he suddenly coughed. He coughed so violently that it almost seemed like blood was about to burst out of his lungs.

"How pitiful!" Xiaohua sighed loudly in an amorous tone beside the sandbox, with its two petals swaying left and right. "The wow value hasn't increased much in this period of time~"

"Zhou Zhou, shouldn't you try harder? After all, if you go on like this, I seem to be going to die even if I don't leave your body."

"Hahaha!" Xiaohua's laughter turned into stereo surround again, and it seemed extremely arrogant, if he hadn't hidden the two somewhat withered leaves behind.

Apart from the main body, several vests acted quickly. As the closest to the sand table, Tan Yue grabbed the flower in her hand and flattened it into a round shape, causing its two plastic dots to show a painful expression. At the same time, she disguised the shock value as energy dissipation and injected it into its body.

"Dead?" Zhou Ye smiled softly at the flower held in Tan Yue's hand, and poked its obviously plastic leaves with his fingers. Surprisingly, it actually had a jelly texture.

"It doesn't matter if you die," he said softly, and the two dots representing the eyes of the struggling little flower widened. "I always feel that you are more afraid of my death than I am."

"Isn't it, plastic little flower."

"Of course not, that's not right. Don't call me plastic little flower!" "

I'm not afraid of your death. If you die, I will find the next one. The next one will be fine. There will always be someone who can take me home."

"Then you can find it now." Zhou Ye's fingers tapped the armrest of the wheelchair lightly, and his left eye lit up with a faint light, and the black circle lit up. Surprisingly, the plastic little flower in front of him was actually considered a kind of alien in his vision, and it could be controlled.

"Don't control me!" The plastic little flower screamed, and instantly rushed to the pure white wall and disappeared.

Several vests stared at the place where it disappeared, and after a moment, they surrounded the main body again.

"The most important thing now is to get rid of the remaining pollution on the main body. Although it is suppressed by the stunning value, it still accounts for a very high proportion."

"I tried using ginseng, but it seems that because of... the blockage of the legs, there is no way to suppress it."

"Well, it seems that this is the only way now." Tan Yue added.

"No," Zhou Ye shook his head as he looked at the vests around him, and clenched his hands beside him, "If I divide the pollution equally among you, wouldn't it hurt you?"

"Silly, I am you." Siming said with a smile: "Everything I do is for you, your goal is my goal."

"Don't you understand yet, when you recover, I can go over and kill that bastard immediately. At most, I just need to accumulate some surprise value first."

"The guy who spread the pollution when you were unprepared is not worth worrying about at all."

"It's just that our first priority will always be you." Tan Yue held the original body's hand, "We must find out why all this happened, your legs, and your mother...memories, everything is based on you."

"I know." Zhou Ye nodded, and instantly exited the pure white space and returned to the real world.

The rain outside the window broke into the room with the wind, almost soaking the ground. Zhou Ye didn't care about it. He first reached out to Tu Yue, and the vest immediately took the initiative to approach him.

The stunning value was transformed into a huge and pure energy that passed through the main body and flowed directly in her body, instantly suppressing the moon energy that had already occupied the upper hand, and her body returned to normal.

The blue-purple color on Zhou Ye's body spread along with the energy flowing between the two of them, making her originally fiery red curly hair dyed with a hint of blue-purple, like a rose mixed with violet.

Raising her hand, the tight long skirt she was originally wearing turned into a long veil as beautiful as a mermaid skirt.

She chuckled and floated towards Aisina's room without touching the ground, seemingly not feeling any pain.

Siming half-bent down, exerted a little strength, and held the original body and placed it on the wheelchair beside him.

"Keep pretending that I'm seriously ill," Zhou Ye said, and energy was transferred to Siming's body. The color of the double heterochromatic pupils of the person holding him seemed to deepen a lot. "I don't want them to just bear the consequences of hurting me."

"Including your share, I will ask him for everything." He smiled softly and stroked Siming's soft hair.

In order to make the original body more comfortable to touch, Siming half-knelt down, his eyes fell on the original body's legs, where there were not only traces of pollution, but also many more scars.

His physical condition is too poor now. A slight touch can cause obvious dark purple. Even wrapping heavy clothes can't prevent it.

Siming rested his head on the legs of the original body, wishing to transfer this pain.

"Let's go. Cong Yue has already informed Ai Xina that the next opening must be carried out by you."

"Got it." Siming reluctantly retreated to the window, fell backwards, and suddenly turned into a silver-white lightning, flashing directly out of the window and heading straight for the association building.

Watching him disappear in the rain, Zhou Ye pushed the wheelchair closer to Nuo, whose connection was disconnected from time to time.

In his perception, Siming and Cong Yue had good signals, but Nuo seemed to have fallen out of the safe zone and could not find any connection at all.

Only some fragmentary images were transmitted occasionally.

Zhou Ye took out the key from the pocket beside the wheelchair and shook it twice. Through this medium that stored a little energy, Nuo's eyes regained some spirit.

He knelt on one knee, like a child who finally found his way home, with fear on his face.

Nuo hugged the original body tightly in his arms, and the memories of both sides were connected. In the pictures transmitted back, Zhou Ye only saw large areas of black and white, as if he was in an eternally lonely sea and could not find a way out.

Nuo's consciousness quickly returned to the whole body, and anger filled his chest for a while.

"They should not hurt you like this." Nuo said.

The original body waved him to come closer. Following his action, Nuo's face was close to his palm, and his pupils without biological matrix showed a relaxed look. The next second, the pain of the huge energy injection made his pupils shrink suddenly.

"His hostility towards us is so obvious." Zhou Ye ignored Nuo's perception and continued to increase the energy output. "You will have to work hard for a while. You won't let me down, right?"

Nuo closed his eyes tightly, and he tried his best to tighten his handsome face without making a sound of resistance.

"Never, ever."