Xunhua was waiting for the blade to fall.

He had seen the sentry draw his knife. His knife was fast and cold. It should be able to easily cut off his neck and end his dirty and ugly life.

Xunhua knew that he might not find peace after his death, but he was too tired and didn't want to think about it anymore.

He was too lazy to think about who would end up with this body and what would be done with it.

I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't help wanting to look at that golden heart a little longer before I died.

The heart-shaped pendant was suspended in the closed treatment chamber, so far away from him.

He had seen this pendant countless times during those dark years. The small heart-shaped stone was hung around the girl's neck.

The girl who smiled at him was no longer there. In fact, she had died four hundred years ago.

She must have been in a lot of pain over the years.

A tiny tentacle emerged from the ground.

It rolled up its suction cups of various sizes with great difficulty and crawled towards Xunhua, who was lying on the ground with no hands or feet, only his body.

The tentacles climbed up his metal mask, and the tips of the tentacles stuck to his forehead.

As long as guides are willing, it is very easy to communicate spiritually between them.

What requires long paragraphs of text to describe in words, only a few short pictures are needed to communicate in the spiritual world.

Xunhua heard a voice echoing in her head.

[I have something I want to show you]

[Although I am very sleepy~~Yawn~~I really want to sleep]

[But forget it, after all, it was a request from a friend I like very much.]

Then, the man whose eyebrows and eyes were covered by the golden mask had some images that did not belong to his memory in his mind.

In a pitch-black world.

He heard a familiar voice.

"He? Is my Mingyue."

“Even if it falls into a ditch, the moon will always be the moon.”

In the dark world, there seemed to be a little light, and a girl was running in the dim light.

"Yuanyuan, can you help Xiaoxun?" The girl's voice was very gentle, and she turned her head to look here, "Take him? Leave here."

That was not his memory, but a scene that Lin Yuan had seen before.

But the girl turned around and looked over, her smile close at hand.

It was as if she was running beside him, holding his hand. Her bright eyes were filled with stars, and she was looking at him with a smile.

Xunhua felt like she was in a nightmare, being dragged by her to run. She felt her dead heart beating slowly in her chest.

The girl running beside me, her body disappeared along the way, but there was still a smile on her face.

She doesn't look like the person who has been dead for many years in her dream, but more like a girl running in the moonlight.

She stretched out her arms, and Xunhua knew that these were someone else's memories.

Windsor's hands were not reaching out to himself.

But the touch was extremely real. The girl's soft skin fell on his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. The places she touched felt hot as if there was a flame burning.

Windsor put her arms around his shoulders, looked at him with gentle eyes, her body flew up, and her forehead gently touched the cold golden mask.

"Don't feel sad for me. I hope you live a happy life in the light."

"I..." the incomplete guide whispered softly, "Do I still have the qualifications to live?"

He lay on the cold floor of the treatment room.

"Of course. Although I also feel that life is indeed tiring, I still feel that it is better to keep living." Lin Yuan's voice came from the connected spiritual channel.

She lay in the cold green solution.

A long time passed. So long that Lin Yuan almost fell asleep.

She heard a very small sound.

The sound was very faint, but fortunately she still heard it.

"Does your family still need a gardener?"

"We are in need of a gardener. We desperately need one. It's a very important position. Without one, the yard will be in a mess and we won't be able to make ends meet..."

The golden heart-shaped pendant hung on Lin Yuan's chest, swaying gently in the water.

She fulfilled her friend's last wish.

The tension in my heart relaxed, and I was finally able to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

In the gurgling sound of green water.

The pain was gradually fading away, and she seemed to have returned to the deep sea, back to the original place, back to the cradle where she could sleep peacefully.

It felt like I was dead, but also like I was just reborn.

…

Ni Ji saw a thin tentacle appear and stick to the mutant's mask.

Under the golden mask, a stream of human tears flowed.

The tentacle fell off the mask and crawled towards him. Ni Ji knelt on one knee, squatted down, and stretched out his left hand to catch the tentacle that looked very weak.

The tentacles twisted and quickly climbed up the back of his hand, moving up.

The wet tentacles and sucking cups move along the skin, and the touch is extremely vivid.

Ni Ji's pupils contracted, which reminded him of some very dark memories.

Those horrible memories penetrated deep into his bones and corroded his soul. They made him tremble with fear and he couldn't even control the shaking of his body.

But he was unwilling to reject the dying tentacle at this moment. He could only bite his lip and watch it crawl up along the muscles of his arm.

What was even worse was that the combat uniform he wore had been taken off by him and tied to the handle of his sword, and had long since been shredded in the fight. There was nothing to block him.

The dying tentacle didn't notice the sentinel's distress at all. The skin contact made it feel happy. It twisted itself to make itself comfortable, and then fell asleep in the arms of its favorite little fish.

[We can’t touch him. We need to take him home]

Before returning to silence, the little tentacles touched the sentry's skin, conveying a little of his thoughts.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Inside the sealed treatment chamber, the guide, suspended in a green solution, slowly opened his eyes.

The sentry who had been guarding outside the treatment cabin immediately stood up, moved close to the transparent cabin cover, and leaned over to observe the recovery of the guide inside the cabin.

Maybe it was because of the green liquid, but Lin Yuan's eyes looked a little strange while floating in the treatment chamber.

Swimming through the green solution of bubbles, the pair of pupils were colorful, empty and indifferent, with a faint biological glow. It didn't look like a human, but like a sea creature lurking under the green waves.

The pair of eyes moved and saw the sentry sticking to the outside of the glass cover. The throat rolled and it emerged from the bottom of the water like a hungry shark smelling blood.

Ni Ji was startled, and before he could get up, countless thick tentacles appeared in the air.

They twisted and entangled, coiled around the sentry's waist, grabbed his wrists and ankles, pressed the sentry's head, and pressed him against the transparent glass cover.

At the moment when the claws entangled his ankles and thighs, the well-trained warrior seized the fleeting opportunity to escape.

But whether it was because of the softness of the tentacles or because of the familiar face floating on the water, his body movements inappropriately caused him to hesitate for a moment.

This was a warrior who was very agile and decisive in his actions. He had never made such a mistake on the battlefield. The mistake made the opportunity to escape slip by in a flash.

The thick tentacles tangled and clamped him down, pressing his entire body against the glass cabin lid.

His hands, feet, waist and other parts that could exert force were all tightly restrained. Unless he was ruthless enough to draw his knife and cut off his tentacles, he would have almost no power to resist.

Those touches were not as gentle and subtle as before.

Their strong, cold, sticky tentacles move about, unceremoniously exploring their captured prey.

Lin Yuan floated up from the treatment chamber, with long black hair, a porcelain-white face, and a cold look in her eyes. She floated up from the dark green bottom of the water, approached Ni Ji through a layer of glass,

The slender palm pressed against the inside of the transparent glass, and the white fingertips pressed against Ni Ji's cheek through the glass.

"Lin...Yuan."

Ni Ji spoke with great difficulty, and a tentacle took advantage of the opportunity to enter and blocked his mouth, making his voice incoherent.

Fortunately, after saying this, Lin Yuan's eyes gradually regained clarity and he woke up from his dream.

The violent tentacles retreated from the sentinel like a tide.

Lin Yuan blinked as if she had just woken up, as if she was wondering why the sentry was standing like this on the glass window in front of her.