Chapter 85: The White Tower is haunted! 2
Lin Yao's mist ball moved closer to the Shasha vines and confirmed again:
"Can you sustain this state for a full hour?"
The killing vines nodded gently, and the mist leaves at the top shook, as if to confirm.
Lin Yao breathed a sigh of relief. One hour was enough.
Just as I was relieved, the communicator beeped and a message came from the other end:
[The Raven is on standby at the third jump port. I've sent you the coordinates.]
After putting away the communicator, Lin Yao grabbed the black windbreaker draped over the back of the chair and walked quickly towards the take-off and landing platform.
The night wind blew stardust across his cheeks, and he looked up at the Raven hanging over the harbor.
The ship's hull was disguised as a gray cargo ship, but the engine port had a dark energy cannon launch port hidden inside, making it obvious that it was not a good ship.
"Mr. Lin, please come this way." The crew member next to the boarding ladder led the way in a low voice, and his eyes swept across his face with a little awe.
Everyone knows that this person is the one who works with the boss, and he is also very capable.
Although he was a guide, the pirates disguised as crew members thought it would be better for them to behave themselves when they thought of the group of guys who were knocked over in the fighting arena.
Lin Yao didn't say much, just said to set sail as soon as possible and then lowered his head to get into the cabin.
The lights in the cabin were dimmed, with only the control console emitting a cold glow.
As soon as he sat down in the lounge on the ship, he directly contacted Bian Miao's encrypted channel.
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Bian Miao stared at the code scrolling on the computer screen, but his fingertips didn't type for a long time.
The characters before his eyes seemed to come alive, making him dizzy. What had happened in the past ten days was even more bizarre than what he had experienced in the past twenty years combined.
It was so bizarre that he always suspected that he had been hit by some kind of mental interference bomb and was living in a bizarre dream.
The first thing that shocked people was the news that Lin Yao had an accident. That day, Zhao Kun and Xu Li returned from the edge of the star belt with injuries all over their bodies.
The two men had red eyes and didn't say a word. Instead, they locked themselves in the lounge and looked at the star map of the scene for three days and three nights.
Later, he went crazy, driving a small ship carrying a detector to that place every day, again and again. When he came back, the data from the detector was always "no life signal".
Zhao Kun didn't care that his eyes were red from staying up late, and Xu Li couldn't utter a complete sentence with his hoarse voice.
There were only two sentences repeated over and over again: "I didn't think highly of him" and "I betrayed the Marshal's trust."
Bian Miao looked at their hunched shoulders as they turned their backs to everyone, and felt like something was blocking his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
But before he could calm down, the Marshal lost contact.
At first, everyone thought that Marshal Lin Yao had suffered a blow and was too distracted to take care of them.
So they contacted Ye Mang, Lin Yue and the others who had followed Ye Heng back, and the reply they received was:
"The Marshal is fine, he just needs to rest. Please wait for him."
None of the guards at the base believed this answer. As for the relationship between Ye Heng and Lin Yao, they all believed that Ye Heng had a breakdown and needed to rest. But the idea of 'it's okay and he just needs to rest' was bullshit.
Zhao Kun and his companions thought that Ye Mang and the others were also under surveillance. Although the surveillance was not as strict as that of the marshal, they could not reveal the true situation.
Everyone was worried, and Bian Miao was also feeling uneasy.
Sure enough, a royal execution team arrived the next day, and they came only to bring a piece of news.
The news that the Red Shadow Group was going to have a new person to take over exploded immediately in the base.
A new successor? What about the Marshal?
Before Bian Miao and his companions could recover from the shock of the news, the announcement of Lin Yao's funeral appeared on Starnet.
It was simple, hasty, and full of perfunctory attitude, even the citizens' information was completely destroyed.
He stared at the notice for half the night before finally realizing that such a vibrant person like Lin Yao was gone.
Although he has been introverted these days, he still has the same belief as Xu Li and others that Lin Yao will not die.
But the appearance of the funeral was like turning on a switch, making Bian Miao feel depressed and uncomfortable.
When Xu Li saw this, he punched the wall, cracking his finger bones without even a groan;
Zhao Kun overturned the table and yelled "Impossible", but was held down by the execution team members who rushed over after hearing the news.
What’s even more outrageous is yet to come.
The news that "the Ye family is going to marry the Lin family, and the marshal will marry the young lady of the Lin family" exploded in the base like a nuclear cannon.
It blew away Xu Li and the others’ sanity.
Bian Miao was debugging the encrypted channel. When he received the news, he looked up suddenly and the computer almost slipped off his knees.
Marshal? Marry someone else?
The one who made Lin Yao unhappy a while ago, and who was like a peacock with its tail spread out every day, even Mo Yun was almost sent to be treated as a toy with chicken feathers stuck on it.
After trying all kinds of methods to coax someone for half a month without success, would you turn around and marry someone else?
He subconsciously opened the calendar, and the numbers on the screen clearly showed that only eleven days had passed since Lin Yao's accident.
Eleven days.
Not eleven months, and certainly not eleven years.
How could so many things happen?
From Lin Yao's death, to the Marshal's loss of contact, Ye Mang and the others being taken into custody, to the change of the group leader, to the funeral, and then to the marriage...
It's so fast that it seems like someone pressed the fast-forward button, and it's so absurd that it makes your scalp tingle.
Xu Li and the others were the first to not believe it.
"The Marshal can't do that."
Xu Li's eyes were red, and he was about to rush out with his gun in hand. "I'm going to find him and ask him clearly!"
But they couldn't even get out of the base gate. They were stopped by the execution team.
"The new leader is about to take office. To ensure a smooth handover, the core members are temporarily restricted from leaving."
Later on, not only did it become difficult to leave, but even leaving the room became a luxury.
Zhao Kun was locked in the medical cabin on the pretext of needing observation for post-combat stress reaction;
Xu Li was more direct, saying that his physical indicators were abnormal and he was locked in the sanatorium.
Bian Miao was better off. He was not placed under house arrest because of his excessive emotions and actions, but his supervision was still not easy.
After all, as Chiying's top hacker, Bian Miao can do anything you can't imagine.
Seeing his companions being restricted one after another, Bian Miao felt that it would be better to take the initiative instead of waiting.
Although his communicator, optical computer and other items are kept under guard, a hacker will always leave internet-connected parts in inconspicuous places.
Take them out and put them together, and you get a weird terminal with super fast internet speed.
Just as Bian Miao was staring at the encrypted channel, thinking about how to bypass the surveillance and contact Ye Mang,
It was easy for him, but Ye Mang's side was a bit tricky. No one knew when the guards would change shifts and take a break.
A red information dot suddenly appeared on the terminal.
Accompanied by a very slight vibration, it was the prompt tone of the encrypted information being received, as thin as a mosquito's hum, but it hit his tense nerves accurately.
He suddenly lowered his head and forgot to breathe.
The terminal screen glowed with a cold light, reflecting the frequency band identifier that only he and the Marshal knew, and the green light indicating that the key verification had passed was dazzlingly bright.
The two words "Ye Heng" in the sender column seemed like a kind of salvation, causing his pupils to shrink suddenly and his eyes to feel hot.
It’s the Marshal! It’s really the Marshal!
Bian Miao almost crushed the terminal.
The panic, anger, and suspicion that had been pent up in my heart for the past ten days were like a popped balloon, deflated in an instant, and replaced by a surge of ecstasy that rushed to the top of my head.
His fingertips trembled as he clicked on the blocked message box, which displayed three concise contents.
One is to let Bian Miao invade the main brain to destroy Ye Heng’s citizen information, and the other is to transfer all assets under Ye Heng’s name that are not related to the Ye family.
Another thing is to tell Bian Miao and the others that he is fine, stay calm and wait for good news, and act flexibly if necessary.
Bian Miao stares at the screen, destroying citizens' information? Transferring capital?
But the doubt only flashed through his mind before he suppressed it.
It's the Marshal's order, that's enough.
He took a deep breath, his fingertips dancing on the projection buttons of the homemade terminal.
He did not reply to the message, but when there was a prompt indicating that the verification was passed, Ye Heng knew that Bian Miao had read it.
So now Bian Miao is quickly executing Ye Heng's orders.
The asset transfer was very quick for him. The accounts were divided and completed in three minutes. All that remained was to wait for the progress bar of the successful transfer to reach 100%.
After doing all this, he focused his attention on the most difficult mastermind citizen information.
Dense defense codes were jumping on the terminal screen, like an impenetrable net.
Bian Miao licked his dry lips, but excitement lit up his eyes. The harder the bone was, the more it suited his appetite.
"Destroying citizens' information, huh..." He muttered to himself, typing the first string of commands on the keyboard.
No matter how strange it is, there must be a deep meaning behind what the Marshal wants to do.
As Ye Heng's last citizen message disappeared in the code and the main brain did not trigger the alarm message, Bian Miao retired with his mission accomplished.
He hummed a song quietly as he disassembled the terminal and hid the parts back to their original places.
Bian Miao decided to meet with the group once a day to see if there would be any more information coming in. Maybe there would be a surprise!
It’s no wonder that Bian Miao is very prophetic, and another surprise is on the way.
On the third day after receiving Ye Heng's message, Bian Miao had just reassembled the scattered parts into a terminal.
After the small screen lit up, he stretched and planned to make some coffee to refresh himself.
These days he was like a possessed man, assembling terminals every day without fail. Even if he was just staring at the encrypted channel, he felt at ease.
Just as I stood up, the terminal suddenly beeped.
The frequency and the encrypted fluctuations were exactly the same as when Ye Heng sent the message three days ago. It was the frequency band that only he and the Marshal knew.
Bian Miao paused, his heart beating half a beat before his brain.
Marshal sent another message? Any new missions?
He quickly gave up the task of making coffee and opened the message.
The sender column made his pupils shrink suddenly. It was not Ye Heng, but Lin Yao.
Lin Yao? !
The man whose funeral was held? He was actually sending messages on the Marshal's encrypted channel?
Is it haunted?!?!
Bian Miao's fingertips were shaking. How ridiculous, a hacker's fingertips were shaking.
The information box on the screen slowly expanded:
Bian Miao, long time no see. I need your help to go to the White Pagoda to rescue Ye Heng.
There were no unnecessary explanations, no sentimental greetings, as if they had just met yesterday, as if the separation of life and death over the past ten days was all an illusion.
Bian Miao stared at the lines of words without blinking, until the light from the screen made his eyes sore.
He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating because everything seemed so real.
"Alive..." He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded by sandpaper. He was shocked and angry, but he couldn't bring himself to blame anyone.
Zhao Kun's roar as he smashed the wall, Xu Li's red eyes, the whispered "funerals" in the base, the overwhelming "death notices" on the Star Network...
All the images exploded in his mind, and finally turned into a hot stream that rushed from his heart straight to his eye sockets.
“It’s good to be alive!”
-
Lin Yao contacted Bian Miao, left a message saying he would contact him again in half an hour, and then there was no further news.
Bian Miao also waited for him patiently. Half an hour later, Lin Yao sent a message on time.
Lin Yao briefly told Bian Miao about Ye Heng's situation, and Bian Miao responded quickly.
Bian Miao first set up a jammer, and then called Lin Yao to communicate.
While speaking, Bian Miao called up the structural diagram of the White Tower cell and the topographic map from the cell to the outside of the White Tower and sent them to Lin Yao.
By the way, he introduced the White Tower prison cell to Lin Yao.
The underground prison area of the White Tower is much larger than it appears on the surface, with seven floors dug.
The basement level is the temporary detention room;
The second to fourth floors below ground level are the mild cases area, where those detained still have the possibility of getting out;
The fifth and sixth floors below ground are the moderate symptomatic areas. Obsidian has been embedded into the walls, and the guards have been replaced with heavily armored soldiers equipped with energy guns. Even the delivery of meals is done by robotic arms to prevent any physical contact.
The real iron wall is the negative seventh floor, the intensive care unit.
There is no direct elevator here. One must take a special rail car from the negative sixth floor and pass through a 300-meter-long impact-proof tunnel to reach it.
Both sides of the tunnel are filled with mental jammers. Not to mention releasing abilities, even stronger thought waves will be crushed.
The air on the seventh floor below ground level always smells of rust, and the emergency lights are dark red.
The light shining on the wall looked like solidified blood, and with every step I took I could hear my own echo bouncing around in the empty space.
Ye Heng was imprisoned in cell No. 12, the deepest part of the cell, which was a full 150 meters away from the rail car stop and had to pass through six cross-checkpoints along the way.
The seventh floor below ground is the heart of the White Tower, used to detain serious criminals deemed to pose a high risk to the empire.
Or someone like Ye Heng, whose out-of-control value is over 95 and whose destructive power is astonishing when out of control.
The walls of the cell he was in were a three-layer composite structure.
The door is locked with four levels of security: iris, password, guard's fingerprint, and a genetic lock bound to the main brain.
The key is in the hands of the White Tower's highest executive officer and can only be opened by the highest executive officer. Even the warden has no authority to touch it.
The guards in the corridors were carefully selected sentries.
He is two meters tall, wearing black armor that can resist mental attacks, and his face is covered with a mask that blocks his emotions.
The stun gun in his hand can instantly break the defense of an S-level psychic.
They change shifts every thirty minutes, moving in a zigzag pattern.
Even their shadows wouldn't overlap, ensuring there were no blind spots in their vision.
What’s even more terrifying is that the ventilation system on the negative seventh floor is connected to independent neurotoxin tanks.
It's not an inhibitory gas, it's a real toxin.
Once the main brain detects the risk of jailbreak, it will release within three seconds, causing the psychic's nerve endings to die instantly, which is more painful than death.
After introducing the layout of the prison cell, three route maps instantly appeared on Lin Yao's light screen. These were three feasible routes optimized by Bian Miao.
His voice was a little nervous: "Major General Lin, I have marked three roads.
The first route was through the underground pipe network, which required forty minutes of narrow passages. This would avoid all patrols, but the Marshal might not have the stamina to keep up.
The second way is to blend in with the visiting crowd, which requires a forged visitor pass. I don't know when you will arrive at the Central Star, and I'm afraid the time won't match.
The third alternate passage is through the medical area. It's less guarded, but it ends at the east wall of the White Tower. We'd have to blast a breach to get out, and the noise would be too loud and could easily attract reinforcements."
Lin Yao tapped his fingers on the light screen, his eyes swept over the three winding routes, and finally shook his head: "None of them."
He raised his hand and drew a straight line on the map, running from the entrance of the prison area through the main passage and ending at the gate of the White Tower.
"Go from here."
That was the widest and most conspicuous road in the entire White Tower, marked with dense red dots along the way, all of which were sentry posts and defensive measures.
"Major General Lin, are you crazy?" Bian Miao's voice suddenly rose. This road is short, but the risk is very high!
He can help them hack into the system and unlock it in advance, but those defense systems are not vegetarians!
"This is the way to go." Lin Yao's voice was very deep, and his fingertips pointed at the laser barrier distribution map of the main channel.
"This route has no advantages at all, it's full of loopholes!" Bian Miao felt like he was going crazy.
But Lin Yao continued:
"The underground pipe network is physically demanding, there's no time to get a visitor's permit, and blasting the wall is too noisy. I only have an hour, so from rescuing people to evacuating, every minute and every second has to be calculated."
He looked up at the light screen, his eyes filled with ruthlessness: "The main passage is wide, which is its biggest advantage."
Bian Miao was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll do my best to help you delay time."
"Okay," Lin Yao stood up, walked to the porthole, and looked at the rapidly receding stars. "Wait for me to tell you the specific time to take action."
After hanging up the call with Bian Miao, Lin Yao sent a message to the other party, saying that he was on the way and asked how the pick-up person and location were prepared.
They sent a message not long after, saying that it would take some time and would probably be processed by 9:30 tomorrow morning.
After hearing the time, Lin Yao calculated that tomorrow morning would be fine. Anyway, his mind was going to save people, his body was going to hurry on the journey, and he had also made a plan.
Lin Yao replied with an "OK" and then sent the action time to Bian Miao.
He also wanted to tell Ye Heng this news. His consciousness sank into the mental image and he ate the red fruit.
When the cold air of the White Tower prison cell hit him, Ye Heng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
Sensing some movement, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw Mo Yun floating silently in front of him with a ball of milky white mist, and a familiar breath faintly emanated from the mist.
"Mumu?"
"It's me." The mist wavered, condensing into a clearer outline. "I came here to tell you the time to act and my plan. I'll also test your current state."
As Lin Yao spoke, the mist ball stretched out a blurry hand and gently touched Ye Heng's palm.
This time it didn't penetrate, but I felt the actual touch on my skin.
Ye Heng raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
But his action was subconscious, and he shook his hand back without any hesitation.
There was neither the expected sense of penetration nor the cold nothingness. The fog had a slightly cool touch, soft yet with a solid outline.
He rubbed it twice tentatively with his fingertips and could feel the white mist rising and falling gently in his palm, like human breathing.
The surprise in his eyes gradually spread and turned into a very shallow ripple.
Before he could say anything, the cloud of fog suddenly pounced forward and actually turned into a blurry human figure, gently bumping into his arms.
The milky white mist wrapped around his shoulders and back, which was tactile but would not disturb the wounds on his shoulders. It brought a bit of refreshing coolness, but was strangely reassuring.
Lin Yao's voice came from the fog, with a triumphant smile and a soothing tone: "I know you want a hug."
Ye Heng's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.
Because of the hook, his movements were not very convenient, but he still slowly approached the white fog little by little.
"Yeah." He responded softly, his voice a little hoarse, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The ball of fog rubbed against the side of his face, as if responding to him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
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At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Yao opened his eyes.
He stared at the metal lines on the ceiling. He had to start at half past nine, so he only had to eat the fruit five minutes in advance.
But my heart seemed to be tugging at something, beating rapidly.
It's not that I'm afraid of the guards or the White Tower's defense. Ye Heng also said last night that the warden would leave some room for maneuver.
But now I feel a kind of inexplicable panic, like the depression before a storm.
He turned over and forced himself to close his eyes, but the road map kept going over in his mind:
The prison door lock, the main passage sentry, the emergency exit contact point...
Every step has been checked three times with Bian Miao and the contact person, so there shouldn't be any problems.
This inexplicable panic lasted until half past eight, when it was shattered by the live broadcast screen that popped up on the computer.
When the live broadcast room with the title "Live broadcast of the marriage registration between the Ye and Lin families" was brought to him by the star pirate, Lin Yao finally understood that it was the grumpy Chihuahua who was going to cause trouble.
So, Lin Yao, like many netizens, watched the group of people changing their faces.
Regarding the Ye family's series of outrageous actions, Lin Yao said he remained indifferent. He neither understood nor respected them.
Whether it was the cold treatment of the marriage exchange before, or Ye Heng’s words that he would not let the Ye family hurt him, Lin Yao could understand that the Ye family actually did not like him.
But at that time he wanted to use Ye Heng, and Ye Heng was a person that he liked, so Lin Yao turned a blind eye.
On Starnet, netizens were all laughing, and Lin Yao was laughing too. Even when Ye Bingzong asked for the family tree, he didn't think it was a big deal.
It's just an identity.
Lin Yao glanced at the time. It was 9:15. In fifteen minutes, Ye Heng was going to become a star pirate with him. He was going to snatch everyone from the Ye family. The family tree would be a dead thing.
He watched patiently and listened to Ye Bingzong talking about "family glory" and "bloodline inheritance" in front of the camera.
Butler Qin arrived at the White Pagoda from the Ye family's old house in a hovercraft. The live broadcast screen cut to Butler Qin walking towards him holding a rosewood box.
The comments were all densely packed: "The family tree has been invited", "It's going to be a good show", "Did Ye Heng destroy his page?"
Butler Qin opened it tremblingly, and the camera gave a close-up of the page with Ye Heng in it.
On the yellowed rice paper, the cinnabar print next to the name was bright red and full, and was indeed intact.
Butler Qin smiled with wrinkles on his face: "The old lady specially used moisture-proof ink back then, and it was well preserved!"
Ye Bingzong was also in a good mood. It was finally time for him to fight back.
Lin Yao looked at the so-called family tree and found it absurd.
But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.
In the picture, Ye Bingzong led his men to the square in front of the White Tower prison cell. The warden who stopped him frowned:
"Old Ye, the prison area is restricted, you can't go in."
Ye Bingzong didn't move, but just raised his chin, his tone so gentle it seemed like poison: "I'm not going in."
He pointed to the holographic projection device behind him.
"I know the rules, but I'd like to trouble the warden to ask Ye Heng to connect to the holographic communication so I can have a few words with him. This is also a way for me, as an elder, to give him some respect."
The warden's face darkened. He stared at Lin Xue behind him, then glanced at the camera. Finally, he curled his lips, his sneer tinged with sarcasm:
"Old Ye's request is indeed not excessive."
Lin Yao's mind was in turmoil. This violent Chihuahua was really stepping on his bottom line. Ye Bingzong wanted to kill him and destroy his heart.
He knew that Ye Heng couldn't get out, so he could only watch Lin Xue's name being written next to his own. The old man was so cruel!
The beam of light from the holographic projection penetrated the alloy wall of the cell and spread out in front of Ye Heng. He was leaning on the edge of the bed, twisting a piece of thread torn from the bedding with his fingertips.
Ye Heng can see what’s happening outside, and he can also see what’s happening inside.
The live broadcast screen has been filled with comments:
[This is Marshal Ye? Imprisoned in such a place?]
[Is Mr. Ye here to force a marriage? This is too ugly...]
In the picture, Ye Bingzong's face took up most of the space. The family tree behind him was spread out in a rosewood box, with a blank space next to Ye Heng's name.
"Ah Heng, look at what this is." Ye Bingzong's voice came through the loudspeaker, with a deliberately slow tone.
He raised his hand and pointed at Ye Heng's name. "Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you locked yourself in the White Tower? You are too naive."
Ye Heng didn't even raise his eyes, and the thread at his fingertips was twisted tighter.
The questioning voices in the barrage are getting more and more frequent:
[Old Ye's tone is as if the marshal is his property...]
[I suddenly feel sorry for the Marshal. This family is too suffocating.]
"You can cut off the firewood from under the cauldron, so why can't I?" Ye Bingzong smiled, with malice in his heart,
Don't you want to protect that dead man? Fine, today I'll let all of Central Star see who is your legitimate other half.
He raised his chin towards Butler Qin and said, "Bring me a pen."
Butler Qin immediately handed over a pen.
Ye Bingzong held the pen, the tip of the pen hovering over the blank space, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Heng's face through the holographic projection.
Looking at Ye Heng's angry eyes, Ye Bingzong knew that he had won again:
"Watch this, Ah Heng. Once this name is written, you will never be able to tear it off in your lifetime."
The pen tip fell, and the two words "Lin Xue" were forcibly filled in the blank space. The bright red notes were like blood, entangled with the mark next to Ye Heng's name.
Ye Bingzong waved the family tree, looking as proud as a fox that had stolen a chicken. "See? It's a done deal."
The barrage exploded instantly:
[Holy crap! Is this really written? This is a forced sale!]
Is anyone trying to fix this? Arranged marriages are still happening in this day and age!
[I feel sorry for Marshal Ye, wuwuwu....]
He turned sideways again and pushed Lin Xue forward: "Xiaoxue, say hello to your husband."
Lin Xue was wearing a pink and white dress, her face red as if blood was dripping out. She quickly glanced at Ye Heng in the holographic projection and called out in a soft voice:
"Marshal Ye..."
"Hey, that's not right." Ye Bingzong interrupted with feigned dissatisfaction and patted her shoulder, "We're already husband and wife, why are you still calling me Marshal? You should call me something more intimate."
Lin Xue's face turned even redder, she twisted her skirt with her fingers, opened her mouth, and was about to shout again,
Suddenly, a muffled "clang" sound was heard in the cell.
It wasn't Ye Heng who made the noise.
It came from the corner of the wall, as if something was breaking in.
Immediately afterwards, the holographic projection image shook, and distorted ripples appeared at the edges, as if an invisible force field was interfering with the signal.
The comments were silent for a few seconds, and then new questions erupted:
What's that sound?
What's wrong with the screen? Is it stuck?
[Just now, a white shadow flashed by? Was I seeing things?]
The smile on Ye Bingzong's face froze: "What's going on?"
Before he finished speaking, a cloud of milky white mist suddenly floated across the screen, as fast as lightning, shooting straight towards Ye Heng, no, it threw itself into Ye Heng's arms.
The moment the cloud of fog hit Ye Heng's arms, the corners of Ye Heng's mouth, which had been tense, suddenly lifted up very slightly and very quickly.
The barrage went completely crazy:
[Fog? What is that?!]
[I'm not blind! Fog really did jump into the Marshal's arms!]
[That fog just now... did the figure look familiar?]
[A bit like Lin Yao! ]
[Hey! The above person shouldn't be so alarmist, it's so scary!]
[But they look alike! ]
[Shut up! Are you saying the White Tower is haunted?]
But the milky white mist didn't care about the comments on the star network at all. It just pounced over and wrapped Ye Heng in its arms from head to toe.
It was Lin Yao who arrived early.
He couldn't help it after all.
When Ye Bingzong put Lin Xue's name on the family tree in front of Ye Heng, Ye Heng's eyes were filled with anger.
A burning rage ignited in his chest, causing his fingertips to tremble.
9:30? I can't wait any longer.
He wanted to take Ye Heng away right now and let that damn family tree die in his hands.
Lin Yao's consciousness had turned into milky white mist and arrived at the White Tower prison cell.
At the same time, two messages popped up in the encrypted channel, one to Bian Miao: [Action advanced, unlock now.]
A message to the responding driver: [Action. Get in position.]
Almost immediately after the message was successfully sent, Bian Miao’s reply popped up: [Received! ]
So we have the current scene.
The milky white mist tightly wrapped around Ye Heng, bringing with it a refreshing coolness that made him feel more at ease than any armor.
Lin Yao's voice came from the fog, with a bit of gnashing teeth: "Don't be afraid, I will take you away."
He controlled the mist to spread downwards and wrapped around the invisible restraints on Ye Heng's ankles.
The restraints were specially made by Bai Ta and could suppress mental power, but under the cover of the fog, they made continuous cracking sounds and the alloy buckles were actually broken off.
Ye Heng only felt his body lighten, and his whole body was lifted up by the mist and suspended in mid-air.
Lin Yao was completely wrapped in fog, from head to ankles, airtight, yet he could breathe freely, like a cocoon tailor-made for him.
"Hold on tight."
As soon as Lin Yao finished speaking, the fog ball surrounding Ye Heng suddenly turned and rushed straight towards the camera of the holographic projection.
The camera was embedded in the wall and made of impact-resistant material, but golden-red mist suddenly surged out from the milky white, like a red-hot wire, and pierced into the lens without any explanation.
“Sizzle——”
The screen went black instantly, leaving only the harsh sound of electricity.
After a brief pause, the Star Network's comments were relentless:
【??? The signal inside is gone?】
[What was that milky white thing just now?! Could it really be Lin Yao?]
[I think it's possible. Ye Heng smiled! The person he's been thinking about is here!]
[Wow, Lin Yao must know that Ye Heng has been wronged. Even if he turns into a ghost, he will come back to take him away.]
[Think about how proud Ye Heng is. Being forced by his family like this, only Lin Yao could make him smile like that.]
Their story is so touching. One is imprisoned, and the other is willing to risk his life to save him.
[Wait, you really don't think this is actually jailbreaking? ]
[Don't tell the truth above, destroying the cell and taking the prisoners away is a clear-cut act of jailbreaking.]
[But who cares? Compared to those cold and icy rules, this two-way love is more touching.]
[That's right, the Ye family has gone too far. Anyone would resist.]
Inside the cell, the golden-red mist was still rising rapidly.
Lin Yao ignored the black screen of the camera and controlled the fog ball to crash into the cell door.
The quadruple lock of iris + password + fingerprint + Supreme Executive Officer gene lock groaned under the impact of the mist.
The alloy door panel was as hard as paper, and a big hole was knocked out by it.
The loud noise was heard through the ventilation ducts of the White Tower, and Ye Bingzong in the square finally came back to his senses from the shock.
He turned his head sharply and stared at the warden, his voice trembling with anger: "Did you hear that? What's that noise?! What's going on in there? Are you not going to do anything about it?!"
The sneer on the warden's face had long since been replaced by a happy smile. He looked into the depths of the White Tower, and heard the guard's calm shouts through his earphones.
He said calmly, "Please be patient, Mr. Ye. Why didn't anyone go? We responded immediately."
"Leave."
Lin Yao's voice was wrapped in fog, with determination.
The ball of fog that wrapped Ye Heng emerged from the hole and rushed toward the corridor.
There, Bian Miao had already hacked the laser barrier of the first access control gate, and the guards were in a panic due to the sudden alarm.
The smell of rust on the seventh floor below ground level was finally mixed with the wind of freedom.
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