Chapter 641 The Guardian of the Collection (Part 5)
The sounds of bodies dodging and objects being knocked over continued to emanate from inside the house.
Hearing footsteps on the roof, Fu Heng dodged the attack while shouting, "Yun Zhao, come down first!"
Xia Mingang finally realized that he was the one blocking the way.
He awkwardly touched his nose and jumped into the house to make way.
Xie Tu, almost at the same time Fu Mo spoke, had already sensed something.
There is only one possibility that could make Fuyu only dodge and not retaliate.
Xie Tu felt the stiffness in the person in his arms. Without delay, he carried the person down from the roof, while Jiang Mu stood guard at the window to keep watch outside.
As soon as Yun Zhao landed, his gaze was fixed on the mutant that kept trying to attack Fu Mo.
Despite her distorted face, vacant eyes, and almost deformed by pollution, the familiar contours of her eyebrows and eyes, which she had dreamt of countless times...
Yun Zhao's breathing suddenly stopped, his face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively staggered forward, his lips slightly parted, barely managing to squeeze out a broken syllable from his throat:
"……uncle…?"
The familiar call could not stir the mind that had been completely consumed by pollution.
The mutant let out a muffled roar and stubbornly lunged at Fuyu, who was closest to it.
The dripping sap made a piercing 'sizzling' sound inside the wooden building.
Fu Yan cursed under her breath, forced to concentrate on dodging again, and quickly explained to Yun Zhao, "His clothes are very similar to Uncle He's. I thought he looked familiar, so I tried to test him..."
Fu Heng initially just tried to strike up a conversation from the sidelines.
But the mutants here have no self-awareness. The man didn't respond to her questions and just sat down by the window with his candied hawthorn.
After observing for a moment, to confirm her guess, she decisively snatched the candied hawthorn from the man's hand.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly went berserk, roaring as he lunged at her.
Yun Zhao didn't react to Fu Mo's words. She stood there, her body cold as she looked at her uncle's completely unfamiliar, twisted appearance, which was now filled only with aggressive desires.
His appearance was like a cold awl piercing Yun Zhao's heart, then violently stirring it.
She found her second uncle, but under such circumstances.
Yun Zhao's hands trembled slightly. She took a deep breath and slowly released her spiritual energy. The man in front of her was quickly brought under control and gradually stopped attacking.
Fu Qi then stopped as well.
The man became motionless, and even though he was controlled by the mental threads, his eyes remained fixed on her, as if there was some deep-seated hatred between them.
Who would have thought that it was all because he took a string of candied hawthorns that had already melted?
Xie Tu on the other end had taken off his backpack and taken out a very small square box.
The box contained sealed crystal stones.
Xie Tu quickly retrieved the items, took out the box, and immediately zipped up the backpack. Jiang Mu, who was standing on the windowsill, glanced down and caught a glimpse of the backpack's interior.
It seems there are only three boxes...
"Let your uncle try it."
Xie Tu stood up and silently placed his hand on Yun Zhao's shoulder. "It's okay, Uncle will restore it to normal once we get the stone."
Yun Zhao's hands were still trembling slightly.
The moment their spiritual threads touched, she sensed the murky world her uncle was in.
It had no thoughts, no shape, and could not even be called consciousness; all that remained was a boundless, swirling vortex of chaos, utterly swallowed up.
She could almost smell the disgusting odor of the candied hawthorn berries rotting rapidly after becoming too sweet.
This perception lasted only for a very brief moment.
Yun Zhao felt a sharp pang of sorrow suddenly rise to her nose, but it was good that she had found him. Just like Xie Tu said, her uncle would recover...
She bit her lower lip, trying her best to calm herself down, before finally taking the box.
According to Kerry's explanation, the crystal records the first scent it detects.
Xie Tu took out gloves from his backpack, lowered his eyes slightly, and carefully put the gloves on for her.
With everything ready, Yun Zhao approached his uncle, carrying the box.
She has eight uncles, and the others had no idea which one it was, so they simply remained silent and stood aside.
The box was opened.
There's another sealed bag inside.
Yun Zhao dared not look at his uncle's distorted face. He lowered his head, tore open the bag, and quickly stuffed the stone into his uncle's arms.
Then, after waiting for a moment...
Why isn't there any response?
Fu Heng frowned slightly and turned to ask Yun Zhao, "Did Uncle He say how long it took him to recover?"
Yun Zhao shook his head, his voice very soft, "He doesn't remember the time."
In the early stages of his recovery, Uncle He was in a dazed and confused state.
He only remembers what happened after he regained consciousness, and because he was in the contaminated area, he couldn't feel the passage of time and couldn't tell how much time had passed.
The five people remained silent upon hearing this.
This is a difficult situation.
If it takes several years to recover, they simply cannot afford to wait.
Yun Zhao was also very clear in his heart that time was very important.
A bluish-green fluorescence emerged, enveloping the entire second-floor room before quickly dissipating into the air, forming an invisible barrier.
Let's keep our discussion from being overheard by the gatekeeper.
"We just got a clue." Yun Zhao didn't look up, his hands unconsciously clenching, and briefly explained what had just happened.
Upon learning that the goalkeeper had actually provoked them, the other three reacted differently.
Xia Mingang's brows furrowed instantly, and he almost blurted out, "What does it mean? Is it using us to amuse itself because it's too boring?"
Fuqi's thinking is more inclined to analyze the gatekeeper's behavioral logic.
"It's not just for fun. It knows we came in to find it. Proposing a 'game' is more like a sign of absolute confidence that we can't possibly guess its identity."
"Uncle He once said that he had never seen the gatekeeper's true form, but only guessed that it was a collectible."
Jiang Mu said slowly and deliberately, "Is it possible that Uncle He's guess is wrong?"
His speculation is not without merit.
The gatekeeper is clearly quite intelligent. If it were an object, what object could be capable of actively provoking the gatekeeper?
Xie Tu glanced down at the countdown timer on his wrist; eight minutes had already passed.
He began, "I have a question."
Everyone present looked over, including Yun Zhao.
Why six hours?
Xie Tu met Yun Zhao's gaze and continued, "This is its territory. It has plenty of time for us to 'play' with it, but it insists on setting the bet time so short."
His intuition told him that this was important.
The goalkeeper seemed very anxious.
As soon as they came in, he couldn't wait to show himself and entice them to participate in the game.
If they win, it saves them time; if they lose, it won't bother Yun Zhao at all.
They had no reason to refuse.
With his back to his motionless uncle, Yun Zhao was also pondering this question, "Is it related to the situation outside?"
The other three understood immediately.
Fuyu quickly said, "We learned from Kerry that the Red Eyes are spreading again, and its spread has already threatened the other gatekeepers?"
Let's assume that Red Eyes doesn't need to deal with the other gatekeepers, but rather needs to help find the lost Yun Zhao.
So, after Yun Zhao returns, is there still any need for the other gatekeepers to exist?
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