The deformed species with seven arms was a little afraid of Teng Lu. He looked at the unfinished pot of stew reluctantly, shrank his neck, and slowly retreated into the darkness.

Ni Ji was still sitting by the campfire, his elbows resting on his knees. With a half-smile on his face, he raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Teng Lu.

"Seven Hands" inexplicably felt that the temperature around him had dropped by several degrees, and subconsciously retreated deeper.

He had fought with this sentry a few days ago and knew that he was a madman who was not to be trifled with.

Don't? He looks so soft and gentle next to that guy, but he is actually very good at fighting, and when he fights, he is a desperate criminal who doesn't care about his life.

The world here is very dark, and the campfire is the only source of light.

The blazing fire illuminated the sentry's profile, and also faintly revealed the outline of Tenglu standing in the distance.

Fujilu is very pretty, childish, thin, and wears a white dress.

She looked timid, like a weak and powerless human girl, which was enough to arouse the sympathy of any strong man.

When she was a human, she was a weak person and was bullied at every turn.

Her brother and father, drunk neighbors and stingy boss all liked to beat and bully her.

She was the weakest one. It seemed that anyone could abuse and torture her at will.

After entering the Pupilless Land, she gained the power of the gods and became a strong person. Stronger than most people.

It was dark, cold, dim and damp here, but Fujilu liked it here. She fell in love with the feeling of being in control of other people's lives.

Capture, manipulate, torture, and play with the living Sentinels in the palm of your hand. Watch them turn into a bloody mess, and watch them wail in pain at your feet.

She was a little scared at first, but then she gradually found that it made her excited.

She never knew before that it felt so good to have power and bully others.

Teng Lu stared at Ni Ji who was sitting by the campfire and hated the sentry in her heart.

His appearance ruined the whole thing.

Especially last night, I don't know what he did. Teng Lu felt horrified that the power of the gods was rapidly drying up and fading. She was flustered and could no longer hold back. She took advantage of Lin Yuan's absence to come to the door.

This sentinel must be dealt with.

Otherwise they would lose the God of this world, and she would lose her power completely.

The puppet sentinels with dull expressions slowly appeared from behind her and surrounded Ni Ji.

Ni Ji sat by the campfire, twirling a small white dagger between his fingers. A little purple light slowly ignited in his eyes.

He would never forget who had drugged him, causing him to collapse in the fight and lose his guide.

To him, this was hatred and he had to take revenge.

The battle started in an instant.

The first person to take action was Ni Ji, who was alone by the campfire.

There was a fire burning in his eyes, and his expression was as cold as ice.

Like a wild animal staring at its prey, it strikes with a force as fast as thunder.

He no longer cared about the other swords and sabers around him and only rushed towards Fujilu who was protected behind many sentries.

A long red light appeared, and hot blood surged in the air.

If you don't move, it's fine. If you move, you'll be like a madman.

Are the layers of sentries dangerous? They can't stop this crazy warrior.

He only charged at Fujilu, almost ignoring all the attacks around him.

Before Ni Ji was stopped, the sharp blade had already cut into Teng Lu.

Riskier? Cut her in half with one knife.

Fujilu was horrified and his face turned pale. He covered the wound on his shoulder that was bleeding like a fountain and backed away desperately.

At the same time, he commanded all the puppets to surround the ferocious sentry at all costs.

"Has Fujilu become weaker? A human hurt her?"

In a dark corner, a mutant with half of its wings broken off quietly landed and squeezed together with the "seven arms" to watch the noisy battle.

"It's not that Teng Lu is getting weaker. It's that the divine power is gone." The seven hands answered her, "Haven't you noticed? Her power has been declining in the past few days. Teng Lu is originally a weak person, and she is so powerful because she relies on the divine power. As the divine power declines, she will naturally become weaker."

Seeing that the vine dew was no longer as scary as before, the "seven hands" quietly crawled out from the corner, picked up the pot of hot stewed meat into his arms, and quietly retreated back to the corner.

"What's this?" The mutant with one wing leaned over and moved his nose.

"Eat it? That human made it."

"One Wing" stuck out his tongue, rolled up a piece, smacked his lips, and said, "It's delicious."

"Isn't it delicious? That's a good sentinel. I hope he's not dead. He said he would make something else for me."

The third mutant quietly squeezed over: "Hulu Hulu?"

This one can't talk yet?

The seven arms generously made way for him.

The cry of a large whale echoed in the darkness below.

Several mutants quietly climbed down from the top of the building, gathered together, and watched the puppet master fighting the ocean monster with a pot of stew.

"By the way? Has this sentinel become stronger?" A mutant scratched his head. "I remember he wasn't that powerful."

"You must have been nourished by that great man. How could you not become more powerful?"

"Really?" The inquiring monster stretched out the smallest of its six fingers and shook it in the darkness, "They...?"

"Has your hearing deteriorated? You obviously didn't hear the loud crying and begging last night?"

"I'm jealous. I also want to be moistened. Maybe I can become stronger."

"Don't be jealous. Most people can't bear it. It's such a big fish."

The murmuring sounds in the darkness suddenly stopped.

"Don't say anything, that person is back."

Lin Yuan's people hadn't arrived yet, but a cold mental force permeated the entire place like the descending moonlight.

Fujilu screamed, covered her head with her hands, and wiggled her only tentacle in fear as she swam quickly towards the depths of the nest.

When Ni Ji fought her way out from the encirclement of the puppets, only the last bit of her shadow was seen before she disappeared at the entrance of a tunnel that stretched in all directions deep inside the nest.

It was connected to the temple, with complicated roads and a maze-like terrain. It was not suitable for us to rush in.

The sentry, who was blinded by killing intent, wiped the blood from his face and spat unwillingly.

Lin Yuan, who had just returned, had no idea what had happened, but he could sense the lingering murderous intent in the air.

The sentry stood there, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the murderous aura had not yet dissipated.

"Who did you fight with just now?" she asked Ni Ji, "Are you injured again?"

The tentacles were wriggling, carrying countless backpacks of varying sizes.

Lin Yuan ran up many floors and found a lot of luggage left behind by explorers from different eras.

I didn't know which ones were suitable medicines, or which ones were things that Ni Ji liked. I just grabbed them all and brought them back for the sentry to choose from.

Ni Ji told her it was Teng Lu, and showed Lin Yuan the bloody mark on his arm that he had cut with his magic sword.

"It's so deep? Does it hurt?" Lin Yuan threw dozens of backpacks on the ground, rummaged through them to find a few bottles of medicine, sat there, and came closer to bandage him.

Ni Ji avoided Lin Yuan's gaze and just hummed lightly.

There was a laceration on his lower back that was about to break. Lin Yuan went to treat it and asked him if it hurt.

He just hummed, his tone was as calm as if the wound that almost tore his body was just a mark left by a cat.

The abdomen? It was bitten by sharp teeth and penetrated the body at one point. The wound was pulled and was still bleeding.

Lin Yuan's fingers wrapped around the bandage and around his waist, her breath falling on his scarred skin.

Now I know that in order to go through so many floors to find her, the sentry almost broke himself apart.

So I couldn't help but gently touch those injuries with my fingers, and the muscles there tensed up in an instant.

Those muscles were as hard as iron when they were tensed, and the firelight stained them as if they were coated with honey.

There were obvious bruises and redness on some parts of his body. Lin Yuan knew who had done it, making his injuries even worse.

Feeling guilty, I changed the ointment and applied it carefully with my fingers.

Until Ni Ji suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Lin Yuan: “?”

"Don't... touch me." The sentry's voice was very soft, as gentle as water. He had his back to her the whole time, and never turned back to look at her.

He is such a fickle guy. It's hard to figure out what he means.

Ming? Ming? was so active yesterday, actively becoming like a fish and squeezing around her. Reaching out to grab the tentacles and caressing them.

He became distant again today. After daybreak, he didn't even look at her.

The heart of a sentinel is like a needle in the seabed, which cannot be caught. Being a guide is too difficult.

The mutants hiding in the darkness far away pushed each other and gossiped.

"Oh my god, that's too much. He was so fierce just now."

"I cut myself. It hurts now."

"He has that adult in his grasp."

"Sometimes she cooks, sometimes she acts coquettishly."

"So cunning. Humans are cunning."

"The more beautiful a person is, the more likely they are to lie."

“Be careful”

"Yeah, be careful."

"Huluhulu..."

The deformed species here have very good hearing and can hear sounds from extremely far away.

Of course, the same goes for the Sentinels.

I heard it clearly.

The firelight was red, and no one noticed that the sentinel who was being talked about by the mutants had red ears.

Lin Yuan rummaged through the backpacks he had collected, finding two bottles of medicine, a few cans of food, and occasionally some personal items left behind by past explorers.

Some were stained with old blood that had dried up for many years.

Noticing that Lin Yuan hadn't made any new movements for a long time, Ni Ji turned around.

He saw his guide, staring blankly at the campfire, holding a plastic keychain in his fingers.

The keychain was not big, covered with dust and looked very old, with a family photo inside.

It could be a personal item dropped by a sentry who had been here before.

Lin Yuan held the old keychain, sat by the campfire, and stared at the person in the photo for a long time without moving.

The firelight reflected on her porcelain-white face, her eyes were dark and her expression was expressionless.

Something doesn't look right.

Ni Ji followed her line of sight and saw a tall female sentry in the photo.

She has long legs, a ponytail and a bright smile.

Holding a tiny baby in her arms.

The baby girl had fair skin and eyes as bright as black. She was very cute. She was stretching out her little fingers to grab her mother's hair.

"What's wrong? Someone you know?"

"Ni Ji." Lin Yuan looked up at him, his face pale and his expression confused.

The dark eyes stared at Ni Ji, almost exactly the same as the female sentry in the photo.

Ni Ji felt inexplicably nervous.

I was surprised to find that Lin Yuan had just called my name.

This was the first time he called my name since we met underground.

She remembered her name!

"You remembered it? Right, Lin Yuan?" Ni Ji was delighted.

"Ni Ji. Yes, you are Ni Ji." Lin Yuan opened her mouth and slowly stood up. "I am the guide, Lin Yuan. Yes, I think I remember everything."

She stood up by the fire and put her hands to her head.

At this moment, it seemed as if his head was split in half. Countless past scenes suddenly flooded into his mind. The intense pain made Lin Yuan bend over.

The big fire in childhood, the father being engulfed by the flames, the mother being burned to death beside him...

Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan, go find the secret of origin.

Protect yourself.

Be sure to be careful.

Lin Yuan was holding the photo in her hand. The photo was of her mother, who had also been here.

Countless images and fragmented sounds are mixed and swaying in my mind.

The swaying sapphire, the silent shipwreck on the seabed, the singing golden tree, the eyes without pupils.

A huge, decaying monster, trying to devour his powerful will, an altar stained with blood...

In those countless pictures, there is always a sentinel's face. Gentle, bloodstained, caring, smiling...

All of Lin Yuan's memories came back.

Suddenly I remembered everything, an overload of information.

Intense pain tore at her head, the world around her was spinning in agony, her feet could not touch the ground, and she had no place to stand.

At this moment, a pair of strong and hot arms protected her.

"Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan?"

She heard a familiar voice.