As the ice cone brushed past Mou Xuan's ear, Chen Yao smelled the bitter almond scent of burning mycelium.
She threw an electromagnetic pulse bomb with her backhand, and in the blue light of the explosion, she saw the entire ice wall wriggling - those ice crystal particles disguised as the Big Dipper were rearranging themselves into a new Xingtian totem.
"It's the seventh rotation." Mou Xuan tore open the third button of his combat uniform, and the mycelium veins under his collarbone were a sickly blue-gray color.
His pupils were experiencing the iris peeling that was unique to time travel, and his retina was superimposed with the tracks of all the symbol changes in the past ten minutes.
As soon as Assistant Liao took out the data analyzer, his wrist was entangled by mycelium. Mou Xuan's voice was wrapped in ice: "Don't touch the Beidou Pojun position." Before he finished speaking, the ice surface that the instrument touched suddenly collapsed into a vortex. Thirty-seven poisoned steel spikes shot out from the ground, scraping dazzling sparks on Assistant Liao's tactical boots.
Chen Yao suddenly grabbed Mou Xuan's hand and pressed it on the back of her neck. The wisteria birthmark glowed with a strange glow in the low temperature: "The Yaoguang position corresponding to Kaiyang is a trap. They want us to misjudge the spatial coordinates." As she spoke, Mou Xuan's hyphae were traveling along her spinal nerves and touched a weak electromagnetic vibration at the third lumbar vertebra - exactly the same frequency as the Beidou chip that melted in Hong Luoluo's body.
"It's not a space trap." Mou Xuan suddenly cut his fingertips, and a blood drop with mycelium toxins fell into the ice crevice. "They are tampering with the time anchor point."
The blood meandered into glowing meridians under the ice, and all the Xingtian totems suddenly began to rotate counterclockwise.
Chen Yao's electromagnetic jammer made a buzzing sound as if it was on the verge of collapse, and the originally chaotic spectrum on the display screen now clearly showed three sets of continuously collapsing time streams.
Assistant Liao suddenly pointed at the vaporizing ice wall and shouted, "That corpse!"
Dark green mucus was oozing out of Hong Luoluo's chest, and the melted Beidou chip condensed into a pointer shape, with the tip always pointing to the direction of fifteen degrees northwest.
Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly grew rapidly. In the accelerated time state, he saw that thirty-eight of the seven hundred and twenty possible futures pointed to the same coordinates - the third bend in the ventilation duct that was covered by six sets of false signals.
"Follow the blood pointer." Mou Xuan tore off a piece of mycelium and inserted it into the ice. The blue-gray veins instantly contaminated the ice surface within a radius of five meters. "You must change your breathing frequency every three steps. The air density here has been tampered with."
Chen Yao suddenly chuckled in between breaths: "The color of your mycelium has become darker." She brushed her fingertips over the bleeding wound on the back of Mou Xuan's neck and quietly stuffed the micro locator into his collar.
This action caused her to slow down by half a step. The ice surface in front of her right suddenly cracked into spider web patterns, and twelve ice crystal bombs broke through the air.
Mou Xuan's time freeze occurred 0.3 seconds before the bomb detonated.
He dragged Chen Yao and rolled into the vaporizing Xingtian totem. The mycelium proliferated wildly in the cracks of time, wrapping the two of them into a cocoon.
The shock wave of the explosion overturned three monitoring probes disguised as icicles, but they were directed into a parallel time stream the moment they touched the mycelium cocoon.
"The seventh time of breathing disorder." Assistant Liao's voice was trembling. He was adjusting his pace according to the frequency given by Mou Xuan. The back of his combat uniform was soaked with cold sweat.
When the blood pointer passed a certain critical point, it suddenly changed direction and the tip split into the shape of a two-headed snake.
Mou Xuan's iris finally completed the time reversal, and the surveillance footage of this place six hours ago remained on his retina - the black robe of the leader surnamed Jiao swept across the ice sculpture in the northeast corner, and the wisteria flowers embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs formed a mirror symmetry with Chen Yao's birthmark.
"Turn left and destroy the eyeball of the ice sculpture." Mou Xuan's mycelium rolled up the liquid nitrogen tank carried by Assistant Liao, "That is the trigger device of the space folding device."
Chen Yao threw the electromagnetic dagger half a step faster than anyone else.
The moment the ice sculpture exploded, the entire space was filled with the crisp sound of shattering glass, and the originally closed ventilation duct suddenly extended into a 300-meter transparent passage.
The unique brain wave signals of twenty-seven psychics came from the end of the corridor like a drowning person's cry for help.
Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly twitched violently, and his ability to predict time allowed him to see the scene five seconds later - the substitute puppet of the leader surnamed Jiao hiding in the dark was pressing his thumb on the detonator, and the real core of the space folding device was attached to the birthmark on the back of Shen Yao's neck, and there were twenty-three seconds left in the countdown.
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Ice crystal fragments fell into Chen Yao's collar, and she touched the birthmark on the back of her neck with her backhand.
Mou Xuan's mycelium was still wrapped around her wrist, and at this moment it suddenly tightened into a bowstring.
"Don't move." Mou Xuan's voice was wrapped in ice, and there was a rainbow light of foresight in his pupils.
His hyphae were climbing along Chen Yao's spine, touching a faint electromagnetic vibration at the edge of the birthmark - resonating at the same frequency as the distress signal coming from the ventilation duct.
Assistant Liao wiped the ice residue off his tactical glasses and said, "Twenty-seven people, brain wave attenuation rate 37%..." Before he finished speaking, dark green mucus suddenly seeped out of the transparent tunnel in the front.
Three teenagers wearing electronic collars rolled out of the slime, the wisteria flower marks on the back of their necks oozing blood.
"It's an immune response to space folding!" Chen Yao threw out an electromagnetic rope to entangle the nearest white-haired boy.
The child still had half a chain on his wrist, and the Xingtian totem carved on the chain links was rusting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Mou Xuan's mycelium suddenly split into a net, weaving a temporary barrier on both sides of the corridor.
As time accelerated, he could see clearly that each psychic was wrapped in golden threads as thin as spider silk - the same material as the wisteria pattern on the cuffs of the leader surnamed Jiao.
These golden lines are almost invisible in the real dimension. Only when a young man coughs violently will a fleeting light appear in his throat.
"Cut off their connection with the space folder!" Mou Xuan threw the liquid nitrogen tank to Assistant Liao, "Spray it towards the throat, each time for 0.5 seconds."
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