Lin Yuan squatted in the corner, watching the fierce battle between a man and a monster in mid-air.

The giant "mosquito" has sharp mouthparts, and when it dives down and pierces, it can easily pierce through the thick rock slabs on the roof.

Lin Yuan stretched out a finger and imitated the piercing action.

The deformed creature flying in the air suddenly felt a sharp pain in its brain like a needle prick, and fell from the air with a scream.

Although he quickly turned over and wanted to fly, Ni Ji could not let go of such a big gap. The sentry drew his pistol, and the loud noises of explosive bombs rang out in the air one after another. One shot after another flew away, dragging a long white light and suppressing all the take-off points of the monster.

Legs, wings, heads, and compound eyes were constantly blown apart. Those blasted wounds healed quickly, but there was always a bullet flying from far away, hitting another vital spot accurately.

Every bullet's movement was almost predicted. The deformed man was hit by dense bullets and rolled back and forth on the ground, unable to fly.

Ni Ji stepped back, stood on the roof and fired continuously without even engaging in close combat.

Lin Yuan fiddled with his fingers, and whenever the giant "mosquito" struggled over several times, his white fingers would lightly make a tapping motion again.

The mutant covered his head and screamed, then rolled back to the ground, where he was riddled with holes by a series of bullets fired from the roof.

If you focus your power on a point the size of a needle tip, the attack effect will be multiplied several times.

Lin Yuan's fair fingers moved and simulated the tapping action several times. He felt like he had learned a new skill from the mosquito.

As expected? Only through fighting can one improve oneself.

"Guide! You are a guide. Why is there a guide here?"

The mutant rolling on the ground made a trembling, distorted sound. He was terrified, as if he thought the guide, who was so weak, was a terrifying creature that he was afraid of.

Lin Yuan's attention was attracted by his heart-wrenching scream.

Ni Ji on the roof suddenly turned around, pulled out another gun, and shot a white phosphorus bullet in the direction of Lin Yuan from a distance.

White phosphorus bombs are expensive and in short supply. Before setting off, Ni Ji used the authority of the Royal Guard to apply for three of them, which were special bombs that targeted the weak points of the Golden Tree contaminated area.

This special bullet will burn violently when it hits an object, and the flame will not go out until it is completely burned out. It is a powerful weapon with terrifying effects.

He fired one round last night, and this was the second round. Ni Ji drew his gun and shot without any hesitation.

A white phosphorus bomb fell with a bright arc of light. In the alley beside Lin Yuan, a burning fireball fell from the eaves very close to Lin Yuan, and a sharp scream was heard.

The other half of the deformed sentry's body rolled out, burning with flames.

The giant "mosquito" was shouting on the ground in an attempt to attract Lin Yuan's attention.

And the other half of his body that was left in the alley, at some unknown time, was sneaking along the way.

It had already moved very close to Lin Yuan. Perhaps if it took a few more steps, it would be able to fly over to Lin Yuan. It even knew how to control its emotions.

Lin Yuan took a few steps back.

On the road in front of her, a half-human enemy was twisting, struggling, and screaming wildly in the flames.

Only half of it was left. The body that looked like a human yet a monster twisted and wailed in the blazing flames until it gradually became motionless and completely burned to ashes. The fire, which was emitting thick yellow smoke, gradually died out.

Lin Yuan knew very well that the one who died this time was a monster. Of course, the next time it could be herself. They were all living creatures, and there was actually no distinction between the noble and the humble.

But now she feels that she still wants to live as long as possible.

Lin Yuan looked up at the sentry standing on the roof.

Ni Ji, who had fired another shot in this direction, did not stop in an instant, turned around and changed guns, firing several shots at the ground in front of him. His shooting was extremely steady and precise, and was not affected at all by the back and forth switching of guns, leaving the desperate enemy no chance to escape.

With only a little support from Lin Yuan, the sentry seized the opportunity very well and made the battle situation one-sided.

He was a battle-hardened warrior with battlefield experience gained from countless dangerous battles. He had a lot to learn from him.

The sentry's black military boots stepped on the roof, his expression was cold, with a bit of hostility after taking a life, and tainted with the confidence of a strong man, which was more eye-catching than ever in front of Lin Yuan.

This is his companion and comrade-in-arms.

Lin Yuan suddenly felt that having someone fighting side by side with him was much better than fighting alone.

Ni Ji, standing on the roof, put away his gun and stared at the dead mutants on the ground.

The twisted body was shattered by countless bullets and finally lost its ability to recover. It became paralyzed and sticky, and gradually dissolved into the ground.

Some root-like golden solution flowed out from the rotten monster's body, seeped into the gaps between the floor tiles, and disappeared without a trace.

"Stingy guy, he didn't even want to give me a mouthful of blood." The sword on Ni Ji's waist made a complaining sound, "Could it be that you really feel awkward and embarrassed to take off your gloves in front of that person?"

"Shut up." Ni Ji said. His consciousness turned to the guide standing under the eaves.

Lin Yuan saw him looking at him, put his thumb and four fingers together, clasped them together, and flicked them lightly, making a gesture as if he was done.

This is the sign language that sentinels often use when fighting. Lin Yuan has been in Dongbin for a long time and has become very proficient in it.

Ni Ji looked at the girl standing in the corridor and used her small hands to perform familiar movements.

He recalled his first battle at the Northern Outpost.

The battle was not that difficult, but they did not coordinate well, and they finally completed the mission after many hardships.

At that time, his captain used his thick palm to make such a gesture towards Ni Ji.

"This means it's done." The captain taught the new recruit with a smile.

Later on the battlefield, he made this gesture countless times, meaning the battle was over, completed, and everyone was safe.

There were also countless brothers who trusted him with their lives and deaths, and they made this gesture towards him.

Now the captain at that time is long gone, and those comrades have also gradually disappeared, and there is no one left by my side.

It's not like there is no one left. Isn't there one more here?

She is not only the bright moon hidden in his heart, but also a companion and comrade-in-arms with whom he can entrust his life and who can help and support him.

Ni Ji looked at Lin Yuan under the eaves, and at the guide who was pinching his fingers together to indicate that the battle was over.

His black fingers tightened, responding to a received sign.

On the battlefield, an exchange between two comrades who trust each other with their lives.

Ni Ji felt that the corners of his mouth might be smiling at this moment.

"Hmph. I get it." The handle made a very unhappy sound. "With that Kraken, you came back to life. You care about your body and are reluctant to give me blood."

"Humans are such disgusting creatures."

The demon sword, which had no chance to get blood in a single battle, kept complaining.

The battle is over? Lin Yuan and Ni Ji continued forward along the old wooden corridor.

This camp once housed a lot of people, and even the servants' quarters were connected into one large area.

As Lin Yuan walked around, he saw that at the door of each narrow and dim house, there was a small nameplate with the name of the resident written on it.

Originally, she didn't hold out any hope. But when she reached the last room at the corner, she happened to see the words "Windsor" written on it.

"I met this girl last night." Lin Yuan said to Ni Ji.

As she spoke, she pushed open the door.

They had opened the doors of countless rooms throughout the day. They walked through long corridors and opened the doors of rooms one by one. Every room was empty, and no one was seen.

So Lin Yuan got used to it and thought there would be no one in the room.

The shabby wooden door was pushed open, and the rusty door hinges made an unpleasant sound.

A curly-haired girl in a skirt was sitting quietly on a chair by the window.

The light in the house was dim, with a few rays of daylight coming in through the window, separated by the window grille. The light shone obliquely into the house, illuminating the table and chairs that had been placed there for who knows how many years.

It hit the figure sitting by the window.

The girl was wearing a half-worn dress, with long curly hair, and sitting in the dappled light with her head slightly lowered, like a vague silhouette in the sunlight.

She has a face that Lin Yuan is familiar with.

Last night, the owner of this face was clearly sitting next to Lin Yuan, with his soft and warm hands resting on her knees, singing to her all night long.

Her singing voice is sweet, full of tenderness and compassion, which can make people relax from pain and fall asleep peacefully.

Lin Yuan felt nothing in this room.

No emotion, no vitality, nothing.

In the world of tentacles, the room before them was just like any other room, an empty room without any living creatures.

There was no one alive by the window.

Sitting there was just a well-preserved corpse that had been cold for more than ? years.

Ni Ji wanted to go over Lin Yuan to check, but was stopped by Lin Yuan's hand.

She hesitated for a moment, as if she was afraid of disturbing her friend's sleep, and walked forward very carefully, lowering her head to look at the girl.

The girl who was talking and laughing beside me and singing to me last night.

Windsor was sitting by the window in a neat dress, her hands clasped lightly on her knees, her long eyelashes drooping.

The sunlight coming in through the window shone on her fair skin, as if she was still breathing and still alive, just sitting there in deep thought.

When you get closer, you can see that her skin is very pale and bloodless, and her lowered eyes have lost their light, leaving only a silent grayness.

It was like a person who had been dead for a long time, dried up by hundreds of years of time, and solidified into a beautiful sculpture.

The body no longer has the emotions of a living person. It has no joy, no worries, and no desire to sing.

Lin Yuan stood beside her and stared at her for a long time.

"Tonight, I want to go to the room I went to yesterday." She said to Ni Ji, and after thinking for a moment, she added, "I'll go alone first."

The day passed quickly and night came again.

The Rose Camp was once again lit up with colorful lights. Human figures, noise, and excitement gradually appeared in the mottled light and shadow.

What has this place become? The night-time entertainment venue where people buy laughs, pursue pleasure, sing and dance.

Lin Yuan once again walked among the crowds of people. This time, without the monsters chasing her, she could be much more relaxed.

She could look closely at these people, these lights, everything she had seen last night.

Every person is alive, can speak, can laugh, and has the emotional fluctuations that belong to living things.

A man came up to her with a smile, asked her if she wanted to buy any drinks, and enthusiastically recommended various services to her.

Lin Yuan remembered this man. He was the first person he met when he rushed in last night.

But this person seemed to have never seen Lin Yuan before. He still had the same expression, repeated his actions from last night, and said exactly the same words.

Lin Yuan refused? He ran to a familiar place.

On the way, a beautiful girl stopped Lin Yuan. She had long curly hair and bright eyes. She smiled and asked Lin Yuan,

"Hello, my name is Windsor. Is this your first time here?"

Lin Yuan stopped and looked at her for a while.

The living Windsor had a rosy face and showed Lin Yuan a gentle and sweet smile.

The girl who sat next to her and sang happily to her all night yesterday had obviously forgotten her completely.

She smiled very standardly, and with the unfamiliarity of their first meeting, she greeted Lin Yuan humbly.

"What's the matter, sir? Do you like listening to singing? Do you want me to introduce you to the best singing boy here?" Windsor said with a smile.

Lin Yuan looked at her for a long time without saying anything. Finally, he passed by her and ran up the stairs.

This time there was no monster to catch her. She ran out as soon as the night fell, much earlier than when she arrived at this door last night.

From behind the closed door came the sound of a whip lashing, mixed with some dirty words and curses.

Lin Yuan raised his foot and kicked the door. He kicked it two or three times and finally kicked the shaky wooden door open.

The female sentry who I bumped into in the corridor last night was now in the room, whipping a person curled up on the ground with a long whip.

The man's hands were tied and he lay on the ground motionless, with whip marks crisscrossing his pale and thin back.

When the sentry saw Lin Yuan breaking in, an angry look appeared on his distorted face, and he was about to curse.

Lin Yuan stared into her eyes and said only three words, "Get out."

The man's eyes were first filled with anger, then violence, and then confusion. Finally, he seemed to have figured something out and muttered, "Oh, well, I wanted to leave too. This guy is so boring."

She walked out dazedly, holding the bloody whip. Windsor, who had run up with Lin Yuan, blinked in surprise at the scene.

"Guest, guest, do you want to book room 8?" She panted and said, just like last night, with a forced smile and similar words, "But this place has not been cleaned yet, do you want us to change to a cleaner room?"

She looked at Lin Yuan standing still, then glanced at the man lying on the ground with wounds all over his body. Her eyes revealed a bit of uncontrollable worry, and she couldn't help but rub the hem of her skirt and persuade him,

"Xiaoxun...is not very good at taking care of others, and his health is also, it can no longer hold on."

The body lying on the ground moved slightly, the bloodstained arms raised up a little, the silver-haired head turned around and glanced at Lin Yuan.

"Why you again?" he said coldly.