Chapter 87 The main character is here 2
The hovercar finally stopped deep in the ruins of an old industrial area.
In front of me was a half-collapsed forge, with red-rusted steel supports sticking out in the air and black holes exposed where the wall paint had peeled off.
When the wind blows, the rusty iron sheets make clanging sounds, making it look like a dead city that has been forgotten for ten years.
Lin Yao didn't expect that there would be such a dilapidated place on the Central Star. The underground auction house before was all from the Central Star.
"We're here." The man who picked us up turned off the engine and pressed the button three times on the dashboard.
In the shadow of the forge in the distance, a piece of rusty iron suddenly slid open silently, revealing a secret door that was only wide enough for one person to pass through.
A palm-sized scanner was embedded in the door lintel, flashing a cold white light.
"Same old rules, we have to go through security." The person who met us jumped out of the car and pointed back at the secret door. "Everyone has to go through this. They're to prevent trackers."
"Do I need it?" Lin Yao asked.
The person who contacted him didn't even look at him and said directly that Lin Yao didn't need it, but Ye Heng did.
Lin Yao held Ye Heng and floated to the secret door, then slowly sank down.
His voice floated out from the fog, a little cautious: "Can you stand? Just for a moment."
Ye Heng nodded slightly in the fog, raised his hand to press the fog layer that looked like the edge of a sofa, and slowly stood up.
The fog retreated along with his movements, placing him steadily on the ground, with its edge vaguely protecting his side, as if afraid that he would lose his balance.
As soon as Ye Heng stood up straight, he felt a dull pain in his shoulder, as the shoulder nails rubbed against the bone joints.
He pursed his lips subconsciously, but said nothing, and just took two steps towards the scanner.
“Beep—”
The scanner made a slight sound and a beam of light swept from his head to his feet, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
In just two seconds, the scanner light turned green and a small pass popped out from the metal plate next to it, with a scribbled pirate logo printed on it.
"Alright." The person who met me handed me the pass. "Hang it on once you go in."
The fog immediately surged up again, gently supporting Ye Heng's waist, taking him away from the scanning area, and then slowly wrapped him up and floated into the secret door.
Behind the secret door is a narrow passage with low-light tubes embedded in the walls on both sides, making the way bright but not dazzling.
After floating about twenty meters, the view in front of me suddenly became clear.
It's not a ruin at all, it's clearly a spacious cabin converted into a safe house.
A particle gun under maintenance was placed against the wall, compressed rations and medical kits were piled in the corner, and in the center was a soft plush sofa.
Next to it was an independent medical compartment with scanners and surgical instruments polished to a shine, obviously specially prepared for Ye Heng.
The mist placed Ye Heng steadily on the sofa, and then settled itself beside him, the mist gently brushing against his shoulders.
Ye Heng had just sat down when he couldn't help but tremble again. The two shoulder-locking nails were grinding against his bones again.
"Be patient." Lin Yao's voice softened.
The edge of the fog turned into thin strands, gently wrapping around Ye Heng's wrist, as if holding his hand.
Hearing the noise, the medical staff in the cubicle lifted the curtain and came out. It was a woman with a crew cut and a flame tattoo on her arm, vivid and fiery.
She held the disinfectant cotton in her hand: "Mr. Lin, Mr. Ye, I am Aque, the boss has informed me in advance.
The shoulder nails are not difficult to remove, but there may be rust in the bone joints, so they need to be cleaned out."
As she spoke, her eyes swept over Lin Yao's mist, without any surprise.
We have seen a lot of strange things among the pirates, so "Mr. Special" is nothing.
What's more, there were quite a lot of people watching the live broadcast this morning. Anyone who could rescue Ye Heng from the White Tower must be a powerful figure.
"Thank you." Ye Heng and Lin Yao said in unison.
Then Aque nodded, indicating that Lin Yao could take Ye Heng into the medical room.
Lin Yao picked up Ye Heng again and went to the medical room.
Ye Heng pretended to be fine and talked to Lin Yao about other things, such as the layout of the Ye family's old house.
Lin Yao knew that he didn't want to make him worry, but the fog ball still trembled slightly, and his voice was a little bored:
"After we remove the nails, take me for a walk around the Ye family's old house."
"Okay." Ye Heng agreed readily.
The operating table in the cubicle was covered with a clean sterile cloth, and Aque had already arranged the instruments neatly.
Seeing them come in, he raised his hand and pressed the button on the wall. The compartment door slid closed silently, blocking out the noise outside.
"Just lie here." Aque pointed to the operating table, holding an anesthetic needle in his hand.
"Local anesthesia doesn't affect consciousness, but it will make the extraction less painful."
Lin Yao controlled the mist and carefully placed Ye Heng on the operating table.
The fog thickened beside him, like a soft cushion, afraid that the hard surface would hurt him.
When Ye Heng lay down, his shoulders moved slightly, and Lin Yao's voice immediately floated over:
"If it hurts, just say it. Don't force yourself to bear it."
"It's okay." Ye Heng turned his head and looked at the white mist beside him, with a slight smile on his face, "You're here."
Aque approached with an anesthetic needle. As the needle tip touched his skin, Ye Heng subconsciously shrank his shoulders.
Lin Yao's ball of mist immediately moved closer, and its edge turned into a wisp of mist, rubbing against the back of Ye Heng's hand. It had no substance, so he could only coax it in this way.
Ye Heng felt the cool touch and relaxed his body, allowing Aque to push the anesthetic into him.
"The shoulder nails are screwed in and need to be slowly unscrewed."
Ah Que picked up the special screwdriver and pointed it at the nail hole on Ye Heng's left shoulder. "It might be a little sore."
Lin Yao's mist ball hung beside Ye Heng's face, and he didn't dare to make a sound.
I only dared to let the mist gently cover his forehead, as if wiping the sweat off his face.
The screwdriver made a slight "creaking" sound when it turned. Ye Heng's eyelashes trembled, and his knuckles quietly clenched the edge of the operating table, but he didn't make a sound.
It was not until a thick nail was twisted out with a "ding" sound and Aque threw it into the tray that he let out a sigh of relief.
"There's one more." Aque changed his tools and turned to his right shoulder.
This time, Lin Yao's voice sounded low, as if he was just trying to find something to say:
"When we get out, I'll buy you some cake from Nanxing's shop. You said it was just the right sweetness."
Ye Heng hummed, then seemed to remember something: "Remember to buy two more, you...can try them too."
He knew that Lin Yao had no physical body now, but he still said this subconsciously.
The mist touched his cheek more softly, and the word "good" came into Ye Heng's ears.
The second nail was quickly taken out. Aque used a special potion to expand the wound and wash away the rust in the bone joints.
"Alright," she straightened up and pointed to the transparent cabin in the corner. "Lie in the treatment cabin for half an hour to repair the periosteum. You'll be able to move normally tomorrow."
Lin Yao immediately lifted Ye Heng up and floated towards the treatment cabin.
The hatch opened, revealing a pale blue nutrient solution glow inside.
He carefully put Ye Heng in. The fog did not leave, but followed Ye Heng into the cabin.
Aque had already left tactfully.
As Ye Heng lay down, he raised his hand and touched the edge of the fog: "Just wait for me outside."
"No." Lin Yao's voice was shrouded in fog. "I... have to go back."
Ye Heng's fingertips paused at the edge of the fog, his eyes slightly reddened: "Is the time coming?"
The fog ball trembled, which was considered as a response.
"I'll wait for you to come back," Ye Heng hadn't finished speaking when the fog quickly disappeared.
His fingertips were still suspended in mid-air. Where the fog had just stopped, there was only a slightly cool air left, without even the last trace of fog.
Ye Heng's words were stuck in his throat, and the second half of the sentence "no matter how long" was stuck in his throat.
Before he could finish his words, the buzzing sound of the treatment cabin door closing drowned him out.
The light blue liquid flowed up, first wetting his cuffs, and then slowly wrapped around his shoulders.
The liquid should have been warm, but now it felt a little cool, as if the warmth from the mist against the skin was gone.
He tilted his head and looked through the bulkhead toward the operating table.
Ye Heng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly withdrew his gaze and let it fall on the back of his hand.
Just now, Lin Yao's fog returned to consciousness through here, but now when he touched it, he only felt the nutrient solution sliding across his skin.
The light from the treatment cabin shone softly on his face, clearly illuminating the emptiness in his eyes.
He closed his eyes and tried to find the scent of the fog in his mental image, but as soon as he thought about it, the wound on his shoulder throbbed slightly.
Ye Heng couldn't help but laugh at himself. When did he become such a wicked person? Even without Lin Yao watching him, he couldn't even bear this little pain.
"I didn't even say goodbye properly, Mumu."
He whispered something in his mind, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of being heard. His fingertips curled up unconsciously, but he only held a handful of light blue liquid.
The low hum outside the cabin continued, and the liquid gradually spread over his chest.
Ye Heng didn't open his eyes again, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids.
I knew Lin Yao would come back, but I still felt empty inside.
It feels like there’s a missing farewell, and also like there’s someone missing who should be waiting by the side.
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His consciousness sank back into the mental image, and after communicating with Shasha for a while, Lin Yao exited the mental image.
As soon as his fingertips touched the terminal, the screen lit up.
There were several messages from Bian Miao, the last one was sent ten minutes ago.
Although Bian Miao didn't know why Lin Yao was in that state, it didn't stop him from cheering for Lin Yao and supporting both of them.
Lin Yao sent a voice message back, his voice still hoarse from having just returned to normal, and he thanked Bian Miao for his help.
When he put down the terminal, he casually opened the star network interface.
The live broadcast of Bai Ta was indeed turned off. The picture remained on the street corner where the white fog disappeared, and the barrage of comments was still madly displaying "Goodbye".
He slid his finger down and found the latest update on the Ye family's public account was posted three minutes ago.
He used Ye Bingzong's certified profile picture, and his words were full of publicity: the head of the family, Ye Heng's wife, Lin Xue, will move into the Ye family's old house today.
The accompanying picture is a photo of Zhang Linxue and Ye Bingzong standing in the White Pagoda Square. The face that was slapped by Lin Yao has almost healed.
She probably received treatment in the White Pagoda and put on some makeup, so she looks quite presentable.
Lin Yao sneered. As expected, he was right. This was the only despicable trick that old man Ye Bingzong had left.
He wanted to close the terminal, but the screen suddenly jumped and a push notification popped up:
[Ye Heng releases new updates]
The moment he clicked on it, Lin Yao was stunned.
Ye Heng's personal account has not been updated for almost half a year. The latest post was half a year ago, in which he acknowledged his engagement with Lin Yao.
The new status that popped up at this moment contained only one sentence, posted a minute ago, the words as cold as ice:
"I, Ye Heng, will officially withdraw from the Ye family from today and will no longer have anything to do with the Ye clan."
No pictures, no explanations, just clean and neat.
Lin Yao stared at the line of words for two seconds, then suddenly laughed softly, and most of the depression in his chest dissipated.
He knew that Ye Heng was not someone who could be manipulated by others.
When I refreshed the page again, the messages under the two accounts had exploded.
In the comments section of the Ye family's Patriarch's account, ridicule almost overshadowed the official online group:
[??? He just escaped from the White Tower and already has a wife who doesn't have anything? Is the Ye family in a hurry to improve their performance?]
What kind of treasure is Lin Xue? Why did the Ye family rush to stuff her into the old house? Can she lay golden eggs or block nuclear bombs?
[Don't ask, the real question is, the Ye family is so arrogant. The Marshal just escaped from trouble, and they dare to claim his wife. Do you have any shame? ]
[Where's the foggy Lin Yao who tore up the family tree earlier? Come and tear up this notice too!]
Under Ye Heng's account, the comment section was already flooded with blessings from supporters:
Marshal! I finally waited for you to post an update! Good job on quitting! The Ye family is unworthy!
[We should have divorced long ago! It doesn't matter if you don't want to stay in that kind of home. I support you!]
[Leaving the Ye family is the right thing to do! We'll live on our own from now on and not get involved with them!]
[Congratulations, Marshal, for escaping from the sea of suffering! ]
[If only Major General Lin could see this, he'd be happy you took this step!]
Lin Yao flipped through the comments, his fingertips paused on the one that said "If Major General Lin could see it", then he picked up the terminal.
Ye Heng is still in the treatment cabin, and the only one who can send this message on his behalf is probably Bian Miao.
Lin Yao sent another message to Bian Miao, slowing down Ye Bingzong's return to the Ye family.
And since everyone is calling for help with the fog, even though he can't do what's happening online, it doesn't mean that Bian Miao can't do it.
After sending the message, Lin Yao looked at the time. Ye Heng’s treatment time was about to end. He was looking forward to Ye Bingzong’s plan failing again.
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Lin Yao stuffed a red fruit into his mouth, and he turned into white mist again, floating through the wall of the treatment cabin and lying on Ye Heng, who had not yet opened his eyes.
The liquid in the treatment chamber was slowly receding. Ye Heng's eyelashes trembled. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar white mist pressing on him, and the cool touch spread across his skin.
He paused as he raised his hand to press the hatch door, a faint smile spreading across his eyes, his voice hoarse from having just woken up: "You're back?"
Wu Tuan hummed and then huddled into the crook of his neck. "Just arrived. Guess what Mr. Ye did?"
Ye Heng rubbed his fingertips across the mist on his body, causing the white mass to tremble.
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Recognize your relatives?"
"It's more disgusting than that." The mist shrank back into his neck, a hint of laughter in his tone.
"Use the head of the household account to post an announcement saying that Lin Xue is your wife. She's probably moving to the old house right now."
Ye Heng was about to get up, but his movements paused because of these words.
The mist on his body suddenly lifted up, as if looking at his expression.
"So?" Ye Heng asked Lin Yao what his plan was?
"so--"
The fog circled around him, and the golden-red fog faintly shone from the edge, carrying a wild and eager spirit.
"How about going to the Ye family's old house and causing a scene? Kick out that wife, and then clear out those old things you don't want to keep, so they don't make you feel uncomfortable."
Ye Heng raised his hand and pressed the fog ball on his shoulder: "How do I operate it? Ye Bingzong is probably rushing back."
"It has been arranged long ago." Lin Yao's voice was full of pride. The fog left him, making it easier for him to get up and walk out of the treatment cabin.
"Let Bian Miao find something for Ye Bingzong to do on the way. It's no problem to keep him busy for an hour or so."
As for how to get through, it’s super simple. With the necklace on Mo Yun and the Killing Fruit, they can both appear in the form of mist.
"Let's go." After hearing the plan, Ye Heng said as he supported himself on the edge of the treatment cabin and tried to get up. As soon as he moved, he felt a soreness in his shoulders.
Lin Yao's mist ball immediately tightened a little and turned into two virtual hands, one on the left and one on the right, holding his arms and slowly helping him up.
"Be careful."
Lin Yao's voice was a little nervous, and the fog became thicker.
After Ye Heng stood firm, he patted his misty hand and said, "It's okay. You're recovering well."
He was about to start with the towel prepared at the side, but Lin Yao's mist had already floated over with a warm towel and gently placed it on his neck.
"I'll help you." Lin Yao's voice rang out beside him, wiping him carefully.
The fog circled around him and rolled up a shirt and handed it to him.
Ye Heng lowered his head and said with a smile: "Your technique is quite good."
"That's right," Wu Tuan leaned against his back and helped him pull his shirt back, "I'll do the same to you."
Ye Heng paused while putting on his shirt, and joy flashed in his eyes.
After Ye Heng changed his clothes, he and the mist followed the direction that Aque pointed before he left, passed through two passages filled with weapon parts, and came to the lounge at the deepest part of the hiding place.
It's quieter here than in the medical cubicle. The air purifier in the corner emits a slight hum. There's a large camp bed against the wall.
Covered with a mattress that had been washed clean, it looked more like a place where one could rest in peace than imagined.
"Let's do it here." Lin Yao's mist ball floated to the bed and circled around. After confirming that there was nothing in the way, he gestured for Ye Heng to sit down.
"It's safer to lie down. You'll be more conscious later."
Ye Heng sat down on the edge of the bed as he was told. Lin Yao's mist ball came over and gently bumped the back of his hand:
"Let Mo Yun out."
Ye Heng nodded, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Mo Yun appeared in the room. Lin Yao greeted it, and then Ye Heng lay down and immersed himself in the mental picture.
After Lin Yao told Mo Yun to guard well, he followed Ye Heng into his mental picture.
"Are you here?" Ye Heng's voice echoed vaguely in his mental image.
Lin Yao's fog ball condensed into a half-human figure in front of him. Although the facial features could not be seen clearly, it could be seen that the figure was slightly leaning forward.
He suddenly took out a red fruit from the fog, which was exactly the same evil red fruit that Lin Yao had eaten before.
Wu Tuan held the fruit and moved closer to Ye Heng. Lin Yao's voice was deliberately low and slow, with a hint of deliberate cunning.
Just like a big bad wolf grandmother squatting in the forest waiting to kidnap Little Red Riding Hood: "Eat it!"
Ye Heng looked at the fruit, then looked at the deliberately lowered fog in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh.
He reached out, took the fruit, and ate it.
The moment you bite into the flesh, the sweetness explodes.
Almost at the same time, Ye Heng's figure began to become blurred, his outline gradually faded, and the whole person turned into a ball of white mist exactly the same as Lin Yao.
"It's done!" Lin Yao's mist ball jumped happily, circling Ye Heng's new form twice, his tone full of pride.
"Look, are you copying and pasting me? This will make it easier for us to do things. Try floating half a foot to the left."
Ye Heng's fog ball paused and tried to move to the left.
But it seemed as if he didn't control the strength well, and it flew far away, almost hitting the tree in the mental image.
Lin Yao's mist ball quickly chased after him and gently bumped him with his own mist:
"Slow down, slow down. If you feel like you're using too much force, just think about 'moving' instead of 'rushing'."
Ye Heng's fog ball stayed where it was, as if it was trying to understand his words. After a moment, it slowly drifted back a distance. Although its movements were slow, they were much steadier.
"That's right." Lin Yao's mist ball moved closer to him, and a wisp of mist was separated and wrapped around his mist ball.
"Try to form a rough shape, like... a hand?"
Ye Heng's ball of fog tried to shrink, and a bulge slowly appeared on the top, but it was crooked, more like a piece of dough that had not been kneaded well.
Lin Yao's mist ball couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Wu Si gently patted his mist ball:
"Don't worry, I'll teach you. Imagine gathering the mist in the center, like making a fist. Yeah, tighten it a little bit... Hey, this is getting interesting!"
Under Lin Yao's guidance, Ye Heng's mist ball was gradually able to control its shape, float around flexibly, and occasionally separate into wisps of mist to imitate Lin Yao's movements.
"It's almost done." Lin Yao pointed outside with his mist ball. "Let's go! The pirates are going to rob the Ye family!"
Ye Heng's mist ball gently bumped into his, as if in response.
Two balls of white mist floated out one after another through Mo Yun's necklace outside and headed towards the Ye family.
The liveliness of the Ye family’s old house is finally about to begin.
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