Chen Yao suddenly pressed his wrist: "There's something wrong with that girl in red." She pointed at the girl huddled in the corner. The electronic collar on her wrist was oozing black mucus. "Her rejection reaction is half a beat slower than others."
Mou Xuan's mycelium split into seven branches in the time stream, three of which suddenly carbonized when they touched the girl in red.
He decisively tore off the contaminated mycelium and sealed the girl's mouth with ice before she could scream.
Assistant Liao staggered and sprayed out liquid nitrogen, and the gold thread at the girl's throat made a crisp sound like shattering glass.
The entire corridor suddenly shook violently.
Twenty-seven sets of brain wave signals exploded like fireworks on the display screen. A young man wearing a mechanical prosthetic eye suddenly knelt on the ground, and a three-dimensional coordinate map was projected in his pupils - it was exactly the seven trap locations that had been tampered with on the way they came.
"Retreat with the hostages!" Mou Xuan's military momentum suddenly surged, pushing everyone to the rear.
The collar of his combat uniform was torn into three pieces by the turbulence of time, and the mycelial veins under his collarbone had turned ink-black.
When the last psychic was pulled out of the slime area, the originally transparent corridor suddenly flipped into a mirror, reflecting their reflections three minutes ago.
Chen Yao's electromagnetic dagger pierced into the seam of the mirror, and the afterimage of the leader surnamed Jiao flashed in the exploding blue light.
The guy's golden thread was seeping out from the back of the mirror, reweaving the trap along the cracks in the time anchor point.
"He is using our rescue operation to recharge his energy!" Assistant Liao's data analyzer suddenly started smoking, and a countdown jumped on the screen. "These psychics are living batteries..."
Mou Xuan tore off a piece of mycelium and stuffed it into the collar interface of the boy with the mechanical prosthetic eye.
The rainbow light of time reversing flowed in his eyes, and the boy suddenly twitched violently. The artificial eye projected a map of the underground structure that they had never seen before - a secret room covered with wisteria reliefs was slowly rotating, and in the center of the magic circle formed by six substitute puppets, a fist-sized black crystal was suspended.
"It's the mother of the space folding device." Chen Yao suddenly covered the back of her neck, her birthmark was getting hot, "The energy fluctuations generated during the rescue process just now..."
The explosion cut her off.
The ice above everyone's heads suddenly peeled off, revealing a honeycomb metal structure.
Mou Xuan's mycelium net made a teeth-grinding tearing sound when resisting the falling ice. At a certain moment, everyone saw a wisteria flower totem woven with golden thread flashing between the gaps in the mycelium - clearer and more complete than any time they had seen before.
"Take the hostages to the safe house in Area B3." Mou Xuan threw out three ice cones to nail the melting tunnel exit. The mycelium toxin made his voice double. "Assistant Liao is responsible for removing the tracking chips in their bodies."
Chen Yao pressed the birthmark on the back of her neck with her backhand. The burning pain from there was completely synchronized with the frequency of Mou Xuan's mycelium twitching.
When the last psychic entered the escape passage, she suddenly grabbed the belt of Mou Xuan's combat uniform: "Your mycelium..."
"Don't touch it!" Mou Xuange tried to open her hand, but several black myceliums uncontrollably wrapped around her wrist.
In the cracks of time, he saw seven possible changes in his form that might occur in the next three seconds, each pointing to the mycelium that was beginning to crystallize at the end of his left little finger.
Assistant Liao suddenly pointed at the closing escape passage and exclaimed: "That girl in red!"
The hostage, who was supposed to be unconscious, had his empty eyes open and was mechanically scratching the metal wall with his nails.
What she drew was not a distress signal at all, but a spatial coordinate accurate to the millimeter level - it was the structural weak point of the ventilation duct of the safe house.
Mou Xuan's mycelium pierced the girl's wrist faster than Si Wei, but froze the moment it touched the blood.
Golden particles were floating in the girl's blood, which was exactly the same material as the wisteria flowers on the cuffs of the leader surnamed Jiao.
Her irises suddenly flipped over, revealing the Xingtian totem on the back, and the three-dimensional structure diagram of the entire safe house was slowly spitting out from her open mouth.
"It's a living trap..." Chen Yao's electromagnetic pulse bomb was already loaded, "These children themselves are..."
Mou Xuan suddenly covered the muzzle of her gun.
His hyphae were eroding the girl's blood vessels in reverse. As time slowed down, he saw black crystals the size of rice grains buried in the girl's heart - the same material as the mother folding device.
When the crystal was wrapped in mycelium and pulled out of the chest cavity, a strange resonance sounded throughout the underground space.
Mou Xuan's tactical lens suddenly exploded. In the flying glass fragments, he saw that the wisteria flower marks on the backs of the necks of all the rescued people were bleeding, and the afterimage of the leader surnamed Jiao was slowly standing up from the blood...
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