Chapter 598, Contaminated Zone 6 (Twenty-Two)
On barren land.
A wave of turquoise fluorescence surged outwards, instantly shredding the clouds in the sky into countless tiny fragments.
Those spiritual threads flickered among the broken clouds.
In the blink of an eye, it had licked the boundary of the entire contaminated area.
Everyone was stunned by this scene, watching as a torrent of spiritual energy flowed continuously from the guide's thin body.
She stood quietly in front of the town gate with her back to the crowd.
Above her, a giant blue phoenix raised its head and cried out, soaring straight into the sky, determined to tear out that eerie red eye.
All around, liquefied spiritual energy condensed into countless sharp crystals in the air.
There seemed to be images inside the crystal, reflecting the shattered memories of Qingshan Town.
"The guide has gone out of control..." the sentry inside the vehicle murmured.
Xia Mingang snapped out of his daze, opened the car door, and jumped out.
"Don't go over there." Jiang Mu noticed the movement beside the car and turned around to say, "Just stay in the car."
Xia Mingang certainly knew why he was left in the car.
But even with things already like this outside, Jiang Mu still had the mood to watch the show from the sidelines.
He tossed his hair and said, "You stay in the car and keep watch. I'll go over and bring her back to her senses."
He can't just stay outside doing nothing; we have to get him involved.
Jiang Mu glanced at him, envying his simple-mindedness, able to live well without using his brain. "How long do you think we can hold out with just the supplies on the truck, trying to find six gatekeepers?"
Xia Mingang frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It means exactly what it says," Jiang Mu said lazily. "Instead of searching them one by one, why don't we let our Captain Yun give it a try?"
Yun Zhao's limits have always been a mystery; even the members of Team Zero are unaware of her true strength.
Maybe she can actually force the goalkeeper to come out.
Xia Mingang naturally understood all this. He pointed to a spot not far away and asked, "Will she be alright?"
Instead of worrying about her, worry about yourself.
Jiang Mu glanced at the expanding spiritual strands, his tone calm: "If the guide really loses control, we should be the ones in trouble."
Although Jiang Mu spoke casually, he couldn't help but grip his twin swords tightly, his eyes fixed on Yun Zhao's back.
During the Dark Ages, there were indeed cases of guides going out of control.
Guides possess the ability to cleanse dark matter, but they are also in great danger if the rate of erosion exceeds the rate of cleansing within contaminated areas.
In the most severe cases, it can even lead to a breakdown in the mental state.
Of all those present, only Jiang Mu knew Yun Zhao's identity as a Dark Guide.
He wasn't sure what would happen if the Dark Guide went out of control.
However, in Yun Zhao's current state, the spiritual threads around her are full of aggression, and anyone who forcibly interrupts her will definitely be severely injured.
If her mind is completely controlled, the injury itself is minor; what's worse is hurting others. Exposing her dark side in front of so many people will inevitably lead to the breakdown of trust, even if she is an S-class guide.
Jiang Mu planned to observe further before taking action.
Not far away.
The turquoise fluorescent light was beautiful, yet it exuded a sharp aura as it floated in the air.
Yun Zhao stood in front of the dilapidated earthen wall of the small town, his hands unconsciously clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.
The urge to tear everything apart from the depths of my consciousness became increasingly clear.
"Yun Zhao?" Fu Qian's voice came from behind, but it was as if it were through a thick layer of frosted glass, blurry and indistinct.
She didn't want to respond.
Responding implies control, and she no longer wants to control or suppress herself.
The white mist swirled within the area, rapidly dissipating to reveal more of the scene.
Fragments of memories that I wanted to bury in the past drifted aimlessly everywhere, each piece like a sharp piece of glass, reflecting a blinding light.
The bluish-green fluorescence suddenly froze in mid-air, like a frozen teardrop.
Yun Zhao's gaze pierced through the swaying fragments of memory and landed on the gate of the town that had been reinforced countless times.
Then she heard crying.
It was a choking sob, as if squeezed from the deepest part of the chest, as if the mouth had been gagged.
It's Zhao Yan.
That day, the sixth contaminated zone spread again. During the escape, the uncles got separated, and only five of the eight men returned.
When Uncle He and the others returned and found that the person was not there, they turned around and rushed back into the yellow sand to look for him.
Later, none of them came back...
The townspeople stayed up all night and gathered in front of the gate as soon as it was light.
Everyone knew they weren't coming back.
The cries rose and fell.
Zhao Yan was heavily pregnant. Someone tried to help her, but was pushed away as soon as their hand touched her arm.
She stared at the dirt road outside the town, her eyes red as if they were about to bleed, her shoulders trembling like withered leaves in the wind, and the safety rope slipping from her hand.
"Go get the gun! I'm going to find my brother!" He Xiang's roar shattered the silence. The young man, barely out of his teens, was full of youthful vigor and his eyes were red as he was about to rush out.
Someone grabbed him: "Xiangzi, don't be impulsive! Think of your mother and sister!"
"Mayor! Someone come quick! The mayor has fainted!"
One-year-old Qin Xiaoxiao was held in her mother's arms.
Mom is crying, everyone is crying.
She was so frightened by what she saw that she burst into tears, crying, "Daddy! I want my daddy!"
Yun Zhao looked at the chaotic scene amidst the fragments.
She saw her former self standing blankly at the edge of the crowd, and tears belatedly welled up in her eyes.
Taking advantage of the chaos, twelve-year-old Yun Zhao climbed up the high wall, hoping to sneak out and find his uncles.
She didn't believe her uncles were dead.
"Yun Zhao! What are you doing?!" Cheng Dongshu noticed her and quickly stopped her in fright.
Behind him.
Suddenly, as if an invisible hand had torn a crack in the space, a fierce wind rushed in, and a passage was opened.
Xie Tu appeared on this yellow earth.
Ignoring the excruciating pain, the man braved the mental storm and walked step by step to her.
A large hand covered her eyes, his fingertips wiping away the tear stains.
"It's me."
His voice was a few decibels lower than usual.
Yun Zhao couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or reality.
Her eyelashes trembled in his palm, the surging breath suddenly paused, and the rampaging fragments of memory crashed against an invisible barrier, emitting a faint buzzing sound.
"Xie Tu?" Yun Zhao's voice was dry, like sandpaper scraping wood, filled with a doubt that even he himself didn't believe.
"Um."
The man responded, his palm remaining in hers. He gently wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. His voice, slightly hoarse, whispered in her ear, "Don't open your eyes."
Yun Zhao did not move.
In the darkness, my other senses became exceptionally sharp, and I could almost feel something flash by outside.
Not far away.
Xia Mingang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xie Tu suddenly appear, but then he caught sight of a familiar dark figure disappearing into the town.
"Holy crap, it's it!"
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