Chapter 129 Chapter 129 Contagion
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The light passed through the gaps in the screen window and fell on the ground, forming swaying halos.
The wind blew open a corner of the gauze and also blew open an arc on his pure black windbreaker. Mo Shiyu leaned against the wall, took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, bit it between his teeth, and lit it with a lighter.
The spicy smell rushed into my nostrils, and smoke rose in front of my eyes, blending with my loose gray hair.
It took him a long time to learn to appreciate the taste of low-tar cigarettes. The addictive nicotine and the color of the burning cigarettes, which were similar to his hair and eye color, made him unconsciously feel a kind of terrifying sense of déjà vu about cigarettes and stay away from them.
But ever since he traveled here, he always encountered heavy smokers, each one with a heavier addiction than the last.
"Bang--" Mo Shiyu, who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, heard the sound and turned his head to look out the window.
The sound of the beverage can being kicked away echoed around.
Mo Shiyu quickly lowered his body and pressed against the wall beside the window. He slowly reached his hand inside his clothes, pulled out the pistol, turned his face to the side, silently opened the safety bolt, and looked out the window.
“…”
There was only a lonely can in the corridor outside the window.
In the can, bright colors slowly flowed out from the gap.
No one.
"Buzz." At this moment, the cell phone rang, and Mo Shiyu subconsciously glanced at the phone.
It was a message from Kenji Hagiwara. "Let's go out for dinner tonight."
Mo Shiyu looked up at the empty corridor and frowned silently. Was it an illusion? He felt as if he had just smelled a hint of murderous intent.
He withdrew his gaze, pressed the button on his mobile phone, and replied "OK".
Just as the phone screen went dark, the doll in his arms raised its head and transformed into a white-haired boy. He held up Mo Shiyu's face and stroked his beautiful smoky-gray eyes with his cold fingers. "My true self."
She Yu said in a very light voice, "There is something going on."
Mo Shiyu was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
He closed his eyes, his spirit gradually sinking. In a claw machine far away in Bingsheng, a white doll suddenly moved its tip, then rolled silently in this bustling commercial street, crawled to the exit of the claw machine under the cover of other dolls, and slid out from the outlet.
At the same time, another identical doll opened its arms and hugged him at the exit.
They rolled into a ball, then helped each other up and ran towards the street hand in hand.
The world seems to be peaceful on the surface, but in the dark corners that people cannot see, some terrible things are happening.
For example, there are many more strangers on the streets. Most of them look serious and are searching for something with a purpose. For example, near Heimeng Middle School, there are obvious signs of illusion forgery.
The stranger most likely found out his previous whereabouts from the explosion at Heimori and came here to try his luck in finding him, but what was the situation at Heimori Middle School?
The white-haired doll possessed by Mo Shiyu was led by She Yu to avoid the men in black and made his way to Namimori Junior High School, where Sawada Tsunayoshi and his family spent their daily lives. Occasionally, as he passed by, he'd see a young man in ripped clothes and shorts shouting "resurrection" and "enlightenment" before leaping up and beating up the crowd. For a moment, Mo Shiyu mistakenly believed the anime was a quirky one, not a passionate, serious one.
In short, this is a school that is not peaceful but has a wonderful daily life.
But now, if you look beyond the surface illusion, the school's exterior is scarred, the walls are covered with black burn marks, and the campus is empty, as if no one is there.
Mo Shiyu sneaked into the campus.
He took out a small black comb from his pocket, combed his hair a few times against the reflection of the glass, then patiently arched his body like a doll. His figure gradually grew taller, and his white hair turned into long gray hair inch by inch.
A few seconds later, a teenage version of Mo Shiyu stood on the campus.
He touched his face. His ash-gray hair and eye color remained unchanged, but his face and figure had become more delicate and youthful, and his height was a few centimeters shorter.
This is a combination of the pollutants in Mo Shiyu's hand and She Yu's ability. Now he can use some of the nest mother's abilities and consume the clone.
She Yu also transformed into the form of a white-haired boy, quietly opening his blood-red pupils, and walked inside holding his hand.
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Mo Shiyu saw Yamamoto Takeshi covered in blood in a corner next to one of the teaching buildings.
The black-haired boy fell silently in the grass, next to him was a blood-stained wooden sword. His eyelids were heavily closed and his breathing was so weak that it was almost non-existent.
What's going on? Mo Shiyu's eyes changed, and he quickly walked closer to observe the boy's situation.
As I got closer, I realized the boy's wounds were far more serious than they appeared. Strangely, Yamamoto Takeshi's wounds weren't external, but rather lacerations from the inside out. The blood flowed seemingly endlessly.
If this goes on, he won't be able to hold on for much longer.
Mo Shiyu took out a smaller piece of fish scale from his pocket and stuffed it into the opponent's wound. This was a similar item he used to treat Haijun, but the effect was not as good. However, it should be enough to solve the current difficulties.
Yamamoto Takeshi's eyelashes moved slightly, and his amber pupils revealed a little gap, reflecting the figures of Mo Shiyu and She Yu, "Ah, you are..."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, you'll be fine." Mo Shiyu held the back of his head and said, "What happened?"
"Infectious..." Yamamoto Takeshi opened his mouth, but only uttered a few strange words, "Don't come near, stranger."
Because they were close, Mo Shiyu discovered that there was also a wound on his tongue.
What kind of attack could cause such a strange wound? He frowned in thought, his hands moving non-stop to bandage the large wound on his body, leaving Yamamoto Takeshi lying there waiting for rescue.
Then he immediately continued walking forward.
The whole journey was eerily quiet. All the alarm bells in Mo Shiyu's body were ringing like crazy. What on earth had happened?
When he turned a corner, he saw a pool of human-shaped blood on the ground. The appearance was only the dizzying human-shaped bloodstain, and the body and other blood on it were gone.
"This is..." The human-shaped bloodstain gave people an extremely evil and weird feeling. Mo Shiyu didn't even want to get close to it. He changed direction and bypassed the human-shaped bloodstain.
Not long after walking, Mo Shiyu finally saw a moving figure. Beautiful golden-red flames were spraying on the ground, like a blooming fire bud.
The brown-haired boy supported himself with one hand and did a beautiful backflip to avoid the incoming flaming bullet. The huge shock wave smashed a large crater in the ground.
He raised his eyes, his golden-red pupils fixed on the enemy in front of him.
"Xanxus." Sawada Tsunayoshi's voice was light and cold, "Get out of the way. Otherwise, I will kill you."
The handsome black-haired man with savage eyes sneered, "Is this your last words, scumbag?"
Mo Shiyu moved his gaze and saw Hayato Mukudera lying on the ground not far away, also covered in wounds, his life or death unknown. He handed the small scale to She Yu. She Yu moved to the side of the silver-haired and blue-eyed boy, and placed the scale properly into the wound.
"It's also an internal wound..."
Mo Shiyu, who had caused this wound, could only think of himself for a moment. He had the ability to grow something that didn't belong to him from within.
At this time, outside the field, members of the Vongola family, including Reborn, Shamal, Colonelo and others, stood as spectators, watching the final battle between the young Vongola family and Varian in the field.
The condition of several guardians made them look extremely bad.
"Pollution..." Colenelo muttered softly, "This is simply a biological weapon."
"According to Varian, this is still a semi-finished product. What would happen if the final product were used on the battlefield?"
Xia Maer said irritably, "Don't worry about the long term. Now that the guardians around Sawada Tsunayoshi are almost dead, what can we do?"
He turned his head to look at Reborn, "What do you think?"
Reborn stared at the scene on the field with his dark eyes wide open without saying a word, "Tsuna, don't panic. You must get through this."
The battle between Tsunayoshi Sawada and Xanxus was extremely impressive.
There's a cruel charm to fighting with fire as a weapon. When the flames of two people collide, the beauty is so beautiful that it leaves you speechless.
But after just one encounter, the veterans present all saw through the trick.
"This is incredible." Kronero stroked his chin and stared at the screen, his tone filled with surprise and amazement. "It wasn't like this yesterday, but now your students are on par with Xanxus, the man who brought a violent revolution to the Vongola with his flames of wrath. Is such a rate of growth possible?"
"What is the opportunity that will allow him to improve his strength?"
Reborn pulled down the brim of his hat, his dark eyes unable to let any light in, "Tsuna's awareness has not changed from beginning to end."
At this moment, his eyes suddenly moved to the side like lightning, and he saw a figure silently leaning next to them.
Xia Maer was startled and almost released the trident mosquitoes all over his body in response to the stress. "Oh my god, who are you? Why are you walking without making any sound?"
Unlike his youth, the gray-haired boy now looked thinner, more slender, and his features were softer and more gloomy.
"It's you." Reborn said, his hat pressed down naturally. "Mr. Xiao Mo, why are you dressed like this?"
"My real body isn't here." Mo Shiyu replied nonchalantly, "It's just an avatar. Being younger is just a characteristic of the avatar."
Reborn asked, "Are you going to sit back and watch the fight?"
"Don't worry, I just walked through the entire campus." Mo Shiyu looked at the screen in front of him with a gloomy look, "Including the most remote gymnasium, I have taken measures to treat the wounds on the guardians. They will be fine."
"What happened?"
Reborn sighed. "You should have seen the red bloody figure on the ground after you came here. That's the pattern of a real human body melting. It's just that none of us knows where this contamination started."
"At first, it was Yamamoto Takeshi who showed signs of illness," Reborn said. "Then it was Gokudera, and then Chrom. You know who Chrom is, right? She's a sorcerer, the girl Mukuro met in his dream, and she also joined the Vongola."
"I think it all starts with contagion. It's contamination that spreads."
The young First Assassin concluded in a cold voice, "Varian is connected to the organization's pharmaceutical factory. They took out the infectious contaminated substances from the factory."
Shamal and Dino beside him were secretly looking at the nest mother they met for the first time.
As expected of someone so beautiful that she was called the Mother of Pollution, he was a very attractive young man with a slender figure, a pale face, and gray hair spread down his back.
Who is the white-haired boy beside him? They look quite similar.
Even if one asked the impartial referee, Cerbero, the pink-haired android would only reply, "This is a poison called Death Heater. Within thirty minutes, press the Vongola ring into the gap in the band and the antidote will be injected into the body of the corresponding person. If the antidote is not injected after thirty minutes, death will occur."
Even a fool wouldn’t believe it.
Mo Shiyu knew better than anyone that the protagonist Sawada Tsunayoshi would definitely win the final victory, but what was happening now, with the guardian almost on the verge of death, was definitely not as difficult as it should have been in the original work. He could only attribute it to the accident of this world where pollution was spreading.
"Infectious contamination..."
Mo Shiyu murmured something in his mouth.
With Mo Shiyu here, there was no need to worry about the life and death of his companions. This battle wasn't difficult at all. The flames from Sawada Tsunayoshi's gloves gradually turned the black-haired man across from him into solid ice, bringing the battle to a close.
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