Lin Yuan was puzzled for a moment, and let his mental power dive into Ji Xuan's mental picture.

Ji Xuan's spiritual vision has completely collapsed.

The earth was falling away, leaving almost no place to stand.

There are all kinds of weird things floating in the sky.

A human mouth with huge gaps between teeth keeps talking, an insect's abdomen is throbbing as it lays eggs, a butterfly's wings are being ripped off very slowly by fingers that appear out of nowhere, and a pair of terrified eyes stare out from behind the crack of the door...

Chaotic and abstract scenery, chaotic and disordered space.

The fragments of Ji Xuan's memories here are very messy. Those memories about rebellion, conspiracy, and the attempt to overthrow the White Tower seem to have been covered by a blue wing, blurring into a piece, unable to be seen. Only a chaotic and confusing picture is left.

The Queen probably didn't get the message she wanted from this.

Lin Yuan also felt like he had no idea where to start.

A blue butterfly flew over crookedly. It only had one wing left, and the royal blue wing was tattered, but it struggled to fly in front of Lin Yuan.

"Please follow me."

Lin Yuan heard the guide's voice again. It was a nice voice, soft like that of a young boy.

It was the spiritual body of a guide, with only half of his body left, but he was still alive, living tenaciously in Ji Xuan's spiritual picture.

Lin Yuan followed the butterfly, traveling through the chaotic and disordered world, with all kinds of human organs and horrible insect bodies falling all around.

The little blue butterfly, glowing like a sapphire, flew in front of the garden, the only bright color in this chaotic world.

He led the way, flapping his broken wings, turning his head from time to time, fearing that Lin Yuan would refuse to catch up.

They are all guides, and there is no need for verbal communication between them. Lin Yuan can feel the anxiety, uneasiness and deep sadness in the heart of the broken butterfly.

And the will to try desperately to save someone.

So Lin Yuan stepped on the uneven human faces, eyes, and insect bodies, and followed the little blue butterflies to fly forward in the vast spiritual picture.

Finally we arrived at our destination, which was a shabby alley with garbage piled in the corners and rats and cockroaches crawling around in the gutters.

Two young boys were walking hand in hand in a dark alley. They were twins, and their relationship was so close that they seemed like one person, and they always seemed to be holding each other's hands.

Two skinny boys were chewing a piece of corn cob that they got from nowhere, each taking a bite.

"This might be the most delicious thing in the world," said the thinner one.

"When you become a real sentinel, I will buy you this every month, no, every week."

Ji Xuan's spiritual landscape was already collapsing, and these remaining scenes should be some of the most impressive moments in his life.

The two boys were sharing food with their heads close together when a door in the alley creaked open.

The pale light drew a rectangular frame on the damp ground, and the shadow of an adult man stood in the frame.

He was an ordinary middle-aged man, perhaps the father of two children. He wore thick glasses, had greasy and sloppy hair,

But such a man has overwhelming power over young children.

In the mental picture at this moment, the man's head gradually became huge, his facial features were distorted with anger, devil-like sharp horns grew on his forehead, and he opened his mouth to make a weird whooshing sound.

Lin Yuan listened carefully and found that it seemed to be the sound of boiling water in the kettle.

The angry man rushed towards the two children with a pot of boiling water in his hand!

The elder brother who called himself the sentinel quickly protected his twin brother under him.

Pour boiling water on the boy's back!

The pain stored in her memory spread to Lin Yuan's spirit, just like boiling water splashing in front of her and burning her skin at the same time.

Half of the blue butterfly wing grew larger and blocked Lin Yuan's way, covering up the sudden pain.

Lin Yuan looked through the blue wings and saw the body of the young boy Ji Xuan lying on the ground melting like a candle under the scalding hot water.

As the Ji Xuan melted, the entire street dissolved, deformed, and collapsed like a candle.

Lin Yuan fell into the next level of space.

It was a very small room. There were several people in the messy space. Although they were all very young, their faces were blurred and could not be seen clearly.

The young boy Ji Xuan lay on the door, staring blankly outside the crack.

The cracks in the wooden door were so huge that several human hands could be seen through the gaps. Those pale fingers wearing expensive rings were actually tearing off the wings of a butterfly bit by bit.

The movement was slow, tearing slowly, tearing one butterfly into pieces and grabbing another.

The cruel torture was repeated over and over again.

The beautiful blue wings, like gems, fell to the ground covered with blood.

Lin Yuan wanted to take the opportunity to grab Ji Xuan at the door.

As Ji Xuan stared at the crack in the door, a flame ignited in his body.

The flames started from deep within his eyes and burned in all directions, using his body as a candle.

The flames were blazing and blazing, swearing to burn the world. The fire burned everything. Ji Xuan was completely engulfed in the flames, unable to be extinguished.

An arm reached out, pulled Lin Yuan up and flew away from the fire scene.

Lin Yuan saw the guide with butterfly wings.

He still looks like a teenager, with a handsome face, a very pleasant voice, and half of his body is almost transparent.

"It's not too late." He said in a sad voice, and it seemed as if he was speaking to Lin Yuan, but also to himself.

"It must be in time."

The half-broken wings flapped hard in the air, carrying Lin Yuan all the way across the raging sea of ​​fire, through the chaotic world, and to the edge of a quiet lake.

The lake is tranquil, the water plants are lush, and there are little fireflies flying among the moist grass.

A pair of twin boys were holding hands and sitting on the shore fishing. Occasionally a fish would float to the surface, startling a butterfly with blue wings.

"My brother's spirit is a firefly. My spirit is a butterfly." One of the twins said, "I am not inferior to my brother."

"The Guide is not as weak as the legend says. I don't want to go to the White Tower. When I grow up, I want to become a warrior. Then, it will be my turn to protect my brother."

"Okay. The guide is not weak after all." Ji Xuan smiled. He hadn't put on his glasses yet. The light of the fireflies reflected his young face. "I'll rely on you to protect me from now on."

Lin Yuan jumped down from the sky.

The figures of the twin boys by the lake dissipated and disappeared, and the fireflies and blue butterflies disappeared in an instant.

The pitch-black lake surface was like a pool of stagnant water, and a giant firefly was floating on the dark water.

It was Ji Xuan, a half-insect, half-human sentinel floating on the black, dead water.

The worm's abdomen was dull and sank under the black water, while the pale male torso and arms floated on the dark water.

Ji Xuan lay on his back in the swampy lake, his eyes closed, staring blankly at the chaotic sky, like a dead body.

Lin Yuan didn't know how to call back such a sentinel. He saw the fragments of his memory, knew what he had experienced, knew what he had lost. He felt his pain. He felt that death was actually a good relief for him.

But in his mental picture, there is still this - a lake.

This area of ​​wild grass, with fireflies and butterflies flying around, is well protected in his memory.

He kept this lake where he and his closest brothers had snuggled and laughed together since childhood. It can be seen that he still has attachment in his heart and is reluctant to leave this world.

"Come up, I'll pull you up." Lin Yuan squatted by the wet lake and stretched out his hand toward the sentry who was about to be completely submerged by the black water in the middle of the water.

A small blue butterfly landed on her shoulder, and a translucent male arm stretched forward along with Lin Yuan's hand.

"Come back, Ji Xuan."

"Come back, brother."

Lin Yuan's voice and a young man's gentle voice sounded at the same time.

The tentacles broke through the darkness, rushed into the cold lake, entangled the dying firefly, and pulled him out of the slimy swamp bit by bit and onto the wet shore covered with aquatic plants.

Ji Xuan was lying in the grass, his wet wings stuck to his insect abdomen, motionless and completely unable to respond.

He was like the butterfly, almost torn to pieces and destroyed by the powerful mental force.

"Be strong. Your companions have entered the White Tower to rescue you. Don't let them down." Lin Yuan squatted on the grass in front of him, "And don't let him lose even his last resting place."

The "he" behind was referring to the little butterfly that was resting on Lin Yuan's shoulder. The butterfly had become very shabby, very small, and extremely tired, but it was still flapping its wings hard, trying to encourage someone.

Ji Xuan was lying on the grass, looking at the small blue wing. A little faint light finally gathered in his gray eyes.

Under Lin Yuan's feet, the Kraken's gigantic tentacles surged in all directions.

A fine and gentle rain fell from the sky, moistening everything and gently washing away this weary world.

…

The Queen walked down the long white steps, accompanied by Luther and numerous sentries of the Royal Guard.

The large group of people opened the passage and entered the secret academy hidden under the imperial palace.

The Queen's spiritual power was strong enough to cover the entire White Tower. Every spiritual fluctuation in the White Tower was within her field of vision.

Not long ago, she caught a glimpse of a strange mental wave appearing in the center of the secret academy.

In that position, there is a kind of spiritual fluctuation that is hidden but still slightly revealed.

An ant actually ran in right under her nose and slipped in there silently.

The other positions don’t matter, but there is no room for error.

Her Majesty the Queen in the team was still the same as usual, walking gracefully, with a white veil covering her face and a calm demeanor.

But for some reason, all the sentries walking behind her felt as cold as if they were entering an icy cave.

The pressure emanating from His Majesty was so chilling that it covered the entire sky and the earth, causing the sentinels following behind him to tremble with fear.

Where on earth did this traitor come from to do such a thing? This incident made the usually gentle Queen really angry, the sentinels thought.

Now that the turtle is caught in the jar, it will inevitably end up dying miserably, right?

The sentries were angry at this traitor who made them run back and forth.

I have already started to think about what kind of torture this person will face after being arrested.

At this moment, they surrounded the man's location. No matter how powerful the thief was, he could not escape even with wings.

With the sentinel's keen hearing, he could already hear faint voices in the central area of ​​the academy.

It seems that the little thief doesn't know that he is surrounded.

A group of people, armed with weapons, moved forward cautiously, and when they finally rushed into the clean white patio together, they found that there was no one inside.

A black long sword was inserted in the pure white world.

There were several eyes of different sizes on the black knife, which was humming a bored tune, and from time to time, the knife deliberately released some subtle spiritual fluctuations.

The mental fluctuations were imitated very vividly, even more like humans than many humans.

When the knife saw so many people rushing in, he blew a loud whistle in a mean way.

Luther stepped forward and pulled out the black knife stuck in the ground. "Tell me, where is your master?"

All the eyes on the blade of the black knife were closed, and only one of them glanced at him lazily, "Why should I tell you?"

Luther knew clearly that this kind of weapon with self-awareness was extremely rare and could only be produced under certain special conditions in the contaminated area.

Each of them has his or her own personality and evil nature, and is easily unwilling to leave the polluted area.

Only those warriors who have entered and exited the contaminated zone thousands of times have a chance to find it.

He remembered that one of his sentries, Ni Ji, had a red magic sword. After the sword was stained with blood, it became invincible on the battlefield and made many soldiers jealous.

"What are your conditions?" The queen's cold voice sounded.

"You? No, no, no, you can't?" Heidao said sarcastically, "I only look at beautiful women."

"Besides, I only like the kind of pure, abstinent beauties. Watching a loyal person being dyed with red is a true treasure. Who would blame me for wanting to see your kind of stitching?"

The queen reached out with her cold, pale hand and grasped the hilt of the knife.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't touch me. You and I are not from the same world. You can't possibly understand me." Heidao shouted in a sharp voice.

The queen exerted force with her pale fingers, and the hard sword actually bent between her soft fingers, and was about to be broken.

"Wow, Stitch is getting mad!"

"Hurry up, someone, the killing knife is here!"

Black Knife started to scream.

Just when the long blade bent into an arc and was almost stretched to its limit.

All the eyes on the black blade opened at the same time.

"I'm not afraid of you." A dozen voices echoed in the empty courtyard. "You are indeed powerful, but you can't do anything to me."

"Because I am weak,"

"I am the softest thing in the world..."

The blade, as hard as steel, suddenly turned into a pool of black water with the sound of overlapping blows, and flowed down through the gaps between the queen's white fingers.

The black liquid fell on the clean ground and scattered everywhere. Black water droplets of varying sizes seeped into the drainage pipes on the ground.

The queen's powerful and terrifying mental power spread in all directions at that moment, like a glacier falling, a blizzard all over the sky, and an overwhelming force covering the entire space.

But those tiny black water droplets have already merged into the sewage in the underground pipes, sealing off their tiny consciousness and drifting with the flow, becoming difficult to find anymore.

{So dangerous, so dangerous}

{It's really scary}

{Luckily it slipped away quickly and not a single drop was caught}

{This time, I have to let that guy take revenge. Report to me.}

{That guy should have succeeded, right?}

{What interesting things should I ask him to do after returning?}