Lin Yuan was puzzled for a moment, and let his mental power penetrate into Ji Xuan's mental picture.
Ji Xuan's mental picture has completely collapsed.
The ground was falling, leaving almost no place to stand.
All kinds of weird things are floating in the sky.
A mouth with a huge gap between teeth is constantly talking, an insect's abdomen is throbbing as it lays eggs, a butterfly's wings are being torn off very slowly by fingers that appear out of nowhere, and terrified eyes are opening behind the crack in the door...
Chaotic and abstract scenery, mixed and disordered space.
Ji Xuan's memory fragments were very messy here. Those memories about rebellion, plotting, and attempting to overthrow the White Tower seemed to be covered by a blue wing, blurring into one piece, and there was no way to see it. Only a messy and unclear picture was left.
The Queen probably didn't get the message she wanted to see from this.
Lin Yuan also had a feeling of not knowing where to start.
A blue butterfly flew over crookedly. It only had one wing left, and the royal blue wing was tattered, but it fluttered hard and flew in front of Lin Yuan.
"Please follow me."
Lin Yuan heard the guide's voice again. It was very pleasant and soft like a teenager.
It was the spirit of a guide, with only half of his body left, but he was still alive, living tenaciously in Ji Xuan's spiritual picture.
Lin Yuan followed the butterfly, traveling through a chaotic and disordered world, with all kinds of human organs and horrible insect bodies falling all around.
The little blue butterfly flew in front of the garden, shining as brightly as a sapphire, and was the only bright color in this chaotic world.
He led the way by flapping his broken wings, turning his head from time to time, fearing that Lin Yuan would refuse to catch up.
They are all guides, and there is no need for verbal communication between them. Lin Yuan can feel the anxiety, uneasiness and deep sadness in the heart of the broken butterfly.
And the will to try desperately to save someone.
So Lin Yuan stepped on the uneven human faces, eyes, and insect bodies, and followed the little blue butterfly to fly forward in the vast spiritual picture.
We finally arrived at our destination, which was a shabby alley with garbage piled in the corners and rats and cockroaches running around in the gutters.
Two young boys were walking hand in hand in the dark alley. They were twins, and their relationship was so close that they seemed like they were one person, always holding each other's hands.
Two skinny boys were gnawing on a piece of corn cob that came from nowhere, each taking a bite.
"This might be the most delicious thing in the world," said the thinner one.
"When I become a real sentinel, I will buy you this every month. No, every week."
Ji Xuan's mental picture is already collapsing, and these remaining scenes should be some of the most impressive fragments in his life.
The two boys were sharing food with their heads close together, and a door in the alley was pushed open with a creaky sound.
The pale light drew a rectangular frame on the wet ground, and the shadow of an adult man stood in the frame.
He was an ordinary middle-aged man, perhaps the father of two children, wearing thick glasses, with greasy and sparse hair.
But such men have overwhelming power over young children.
In the mental picture at this moment, the man's head gradually became huge, his facial features were distorted with anger, sharp horns like a devil grew on his forehead, and he opened his mouth and let out a strange howling sound.
Lin Yuan listened carefully and found that it seemed to be the sound of water boiling in a kettle.
The angry man rushed towards the two children with a pot of boiling water in his hand!
The elder brother who called himself the sentinel quickly protected his twin brother under him.
The boiling water was poured on the boy's back!
The pain retained in her memory spread to Lin Yuan's spirit body, just like boiling water splashing in front of her and burning her skin at the same time.
Half of the blue butterfly wing grew larger, blocking Lin Yuan in front of him, covering up the sudden pain.
Lin Yuan looked through the blue wings and saw the body of the young Ji Xuan lying on the ground melting like a candle in the boiling hot water.
As Ji Xuan melted, the entire street dissolved, deformed, and collapsed like a candle.
Lin Yuan fell into the space of the next level.
It was a very small room. There were several people in the messy space. Although they were all young, their faces were blurred and could not be seen clearly.
The young Ji Xuan lay on the door, staring blankly outside the crack.
The crack in the wooden door was incredibly large, and through the gap one could see several human hands. Those pale fingers were wearing expensive rings, and they were actually tearing off a butterfly's wings bit by bit.
The movements were slow, tearing slowly, tearing one butterfly into pieces, and then grabbing another.
The cruel torture was repeated over and over again.
The beautiful blue wings, like gems, fell to the ground covered with blood.
Lin Yuan wanted to take the opportunity to pull Ji Xuan who was at the door.
As Ji Xuan stared at the crack in the door, a flame ignited in his body.
The flame started from the depths of his eyes, using his body as a candle, burning in all directions.
The flames were blazing and blazing, swearing to burn the world to ashes. The raging fire burned everything, engulfing Ji Xuan in the flames, unable to extinguish.
An arm reached out, pulled Lin Yuan up and flew away from the fire scene.
Lin Yuan saw the guide with butterfly wings.
He still looks like a teenager, with a handsome face, a nice voice, and half of his body is almost transparent.
"It's not too late." He said in a sad voice. It seemed as if he was speaking to Lin Yuan, and also to himself.
"It must be in time."
The half-broken wings flapped hard in the air, carrying Lin Yuan all the way across the raging sea of fire, through the messy and collapsed world, and came to the edge of a silent lake.
The lake is quiet, the water plants are lush, and fireflies are flying among the wet grass.
A pair of twin boys were holding hands and sitting on the shore fishing. Occasionally a fish would float to the surface, startling a blue-winged butterfly.
"My brother's spirit is a firefly. My spirit is a butterfly." One of the twins said, "I am not inferior to my brother."
"The guide is not as weak as the legend says. I don't want to go to the White Tower. When I grow up, I want to become a warrior. Then, it will be my turn to protect my brother."
"Okay. The guide is indeed not weak." Ji Xuan laughed. At this time, he had not put on his glasses yet. The light of the fireflies reflected the young smile. "From now on, I will rely on you to protect me."
Lin Yuan jumped down from the air.
The figures of the twin boys by the lake dissipated and disappeared, and the fireflies and blue butterflies disappeared in an instant.
The dark lake surface was like a pool of stagnant water, and a huge firefly was floating on the dark water.
It was Ji Xuan, a half-insect, half-human sentinel floating on the black stagnant water.
The worm's abdomen was dull and submerged in the black water, while the pale male torso and arms floated on the thick black water.
Ji Xuan lay on his back in the swampy lake, his eyes open, staring blankly at the chaotic sky, like a dead body.
Lin Yuan didn't know how to call back such a sentinel. Seeing the fragments of his memory, he knew what he had experienced and what he had lost. He felt his pain. He felt that death was actually a good relief for him.
This area of wild grass, with fireflies and butterflies flying around, is well protected in his memory.
He kept this lake where he and his closest brother had snuggled and laughed together since childhood. It can be seen that he still has attachment in his heart and is reluctant to leave this world.
"Come up, I'll pull you up." Lin Yuan squatted by the wet lake and stretched out his hand toward the sentry who was about to be completely submerged by the black water in the middle of the water.
A small blue butterfly landed on her shoulder, and a translucent male arm stretched forward along with Lin Yuan's hand.
"Come back, Ji Xuan."
"Come back, brother."
Lin Yuan's voice and a young man's gentle voice sounded at the same time.
The tentacles broke through the darkness, poured into the cold lake, entangled the dying firefly, and slowly pulled it out of the slimy swamp and onto the wet shore covered with aquatic plants.
Ji Xuan was lying in the grass, his wet wings stuck to the insect's abdomen, motionless and completely unable to respond.
Like the butterfly, he was almost torn to pieces and destroyed by the powerful mental force.
"Stay strong. Your companions have entered the White Tower to rescue you. Don't let them down." Lin Yuan squatted on the grass in front of him, "and don't let him be without a final resting place."
The "he" behind him was referring to the little butterfly that was resting on Lin Yuan's shoulder. The butterfly had become very shabby, very small, and extremely tired, but it was still flapping its wings hard, trying to encourage someone.
Ji Xuan, lying on the grass, looked at the small blue wing, and a little faint light finally gathered in his gray eyes.
Under Lin Yuan's feet, the Kraken's huge tentacles surged in all directions.
A fine and soft rain fell from the sky, moistening everything and gently washing away this wounded and exhausted world.
The Queen walked down the long white steps, leading Luther and numerous sentries of the Royal Guard.
The huge group of people opened a passage and entered the secret academy hidden under the imperial palace.
The Queen's spiritual power was strong enough to cover the entire White Tower. Every spiritual fluctuation in the White Tower was within her sight.
Not long ago, she caught a glimpse of a strange mental wave appearing in the center of the secret academy.
At that location, there was a kind of spiritual fluctuation that was hidden but still slightly leaked.
An ant actually ran in right under her nose and slipped in there silently.
The other locations don’t matter, but that place must not be lost.
Her Majesty the Queen in the team was still the same as usual, walking gracefully, with a white veil covering her face and a calm demeanor.
But for some reason, all the sentinels walking behind her felt as cold as if they were entering an icy cave.
The pressure emanating from His Majesty was so chilling and overwhelming that the sentinels following him were terrified and trembling with fear.
Where on earth did this traitor come from to do such a thing? Even the usually gentle Queen was really angry. The sentinels thought to themselves.
Now that he's caught in a jar, he's bound to end up dying a miserable death, right
The sentries were angry at this traitor who made them run back and forth.
I had already started thinking about what kind of torture this person would face after being caught.
At this moment, they surrounded the man's location, and no matter how powerful the thief was, he could not escape.
With the sentinel's keen hearing, he could already hear faint voices coming from the central area of the academy.
It seems that the little thief doesn't know that he is surrounded.
A group of people, armed with weapons, tiptoed forward cautiously, and finally rushed into the white patio together, only to find that there was no one inside.
A long black sword was inserted in the pure white world.
There were several eyes of different sizes open on the black knife, and it was humming a little tune out of boredom, and from time to time, the knife deliberately released some subtle mental fluctuations.
The mental fluctuations were imitated very closely, vividly and distinctly, even more human-like than many humans.
When Nadao saw so many people rushing in, he blew a loud whistle in a mean way. "Hey!"
Luther stepped forward and pulled out the black knife stuck in the ground. "Tell me, where is your master?"
All the eyes on the black knife were closed, and only one of them glanced at him lazily, "Why should I tell you?"
Luther knew that this kind of self-aware weapon was only created under certain special conditions in the contaminated area and was extremely rare.
Each of them has his own personality and evil nature, and is unwilling to leave the polluted area easily.
Only those warriors who have entered and exited the contaminated area thousands of times have the opportunity to find it.
He remembered that Ni Ji, one of his sentries, had a red magic sword. After the sword was stained with blood, it became invincible on the battlefield and made many soldiers jealous.
"What are your conditions?" The queen's cold voice sounded.
"You? No, no, no, you can't." Heidao said sarcastically, "I only look at beautiful women."
"Besides, I only like those pure and abstinent beauties. Watching a loyal person being dyed red is a true treasure. Who would want to watch a stitched freak like you?"
The queen reached out her cold, pale hand and grasped the hilt of the knife.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Don't touch me. You and I are not from the same world. You can't possibly understand me." Heidao shouted in a sharp voice.
The queen exerted force with her pale fingers, and the hard sword actually bent between her soft fingers, and was about to be broken.
"Wow, Stitches is pissed off!"
"Come quickly, kill the knife!"
Heidao started screaming.
Just when the long blade bent into an arc and was almost stretched to its limit.
All the eyes on the black blade opened at once.
"I'm not afraid of you." A dozen voices echoed in the empty courtyard. "You are indeed powerful, but you can't do anything to me."
"Because I am weak,"
"I am the softest thing in the world..."
The blade, as hard as steel, suddenly turned into a pool of black water amid the layers of sounds and flowed down through the gaps between the queen's white fingers.
The black liquid fell on the smooth ground and scattered everywhere. Black water droplets of varying sizes seeped into the drainage pipes on the ground.
The queen's powerful and terrifying mental power spread out in all directions at that moment, like a glacier descending, a blizzard all over the sky, and an overwhelming force covering the entire space.
But those tiny black water droplets have merged into the sewage in the underground pipes, blocking the tiny consciousness and drifting with the flow, making them difficult to find.
{So dangerous, so dangerous}
{It's really scary}
{Luckily I slipped away quickly and didn't get caught at all}
{I have to make that guy pay me back for this}
{That guy should have succeeded, right?}
{After returning, what interesting things should I let him do?}
(End of this chapter)