Ni Ji felt that he could get through this difficult time.
In this life, no matter how difficult the things were, I gritted my teeth and got through them.
Once, in the contaminated area, in order to ambush a mutant with strong mental power, he lurked at the edge of a swamp for three whole days. The sun rose and set three times, and he wore a stuffy tactical camouflage and lay motionless in the wet water plants.
There were blood-sucking leeches, giant mosquitoes, and snakes.
In that environment, he perfectly shut down all his emotions and forced himself through the three days. Birds regarded him as a dead branch to rest on, toads sang above his head, and he regarded himself as a lifeless dead object.
It wasn't until the powerful aberration relaxed its guard and slowly passed over his head that he finally got the chance to strike back.
After the mission was completed, he discovered that his legs were all swollen and rotten.
The environment at that time was much worse than this ventilation duct.
It's just a small tentacle.
Just hold on for a while and it will go away soon.
Ni Ji closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sealed up all his emotions, sank into the deep sea, and strengthened his mental barrier.
In his mental picture, the surging sea fell into complete silence.
The solid ice layer sealed the sea surface, locking up the slightly uneasy underwater garden.
When he opened his eyes again, he found there was another tentacle!
The two tentacles were already very close, stopping right in front of his eyes, almost touching his nose, staring at him curiously.
He could even clearly see the soft suction cups wriggling.
The two little creatures touched their tops together, as if discussing the order of priority, and one of them swam towards him.
It's coming up.
Ni Ji wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't. In this situation, if he closed his eyes, the emotional fluctuations from his sense of touch and hearing would be amplified several times, making it even more difficult to close them.
He could only watch as the limp limb slowly approached, the small tip stood up, bent, and poked his face.
Can't move, Ni Ji said to himself.
Don't be afraid. It's okay.
It doesn't even hurt.
He held his breath and lowered his heartbeat to the lowest frequency. The sentinel's strong physical fitness allowed him to do all this. He looked like a dead object without any vitality.
After a tentative poke, the moist suction cup pressed against the flesh of the face and began to crawl upwards.
It crawled along the brow arch, and the tip of it drilled in and picked off the headscarf that covered the hair.
Can't move.
It climbed up and got into my hair, touching my head and rubbing my hair like it was a child.
The other one swam to his feet at some point, put its cold touch around his ankles, and began to take off his socks.
Tentatively, he moved the bow slightly.
The subtle and elusive tingling sensation penetrated through the skin, seeped into the bones, and went all the way into the heart.
In the underwater garden, the algae curled up in impatience.
It's harder than being tortured.
On the cold and quiet seabed, the killer whale, which had transformed into a spiritual body, opened its closed eyes.
As the tentacles stroked it, the injured whale let out a small, comfortable cry.
He let out a whimper, but it was quickly suppressed.
The guide was born with the ability to soothe the emotional trauma of the sentinels. Even such an unconscious touch relieved the pain of the killer whale whose tail was exposed.
It feels so good, I want it to touch me more.
The solitary whale expressed this thought regardless of its own will.
The wounds of the spirit body are very difficult to heal. At this time, the sentinel will be more eager to get close to the guide than ever before.
The tentacle that was buried in the hair seemed to have heard some sound and suddenly rose up from the hair that had been messed up by it.
Just now, it seemed to hear a very pleasant sound, a kind of fluctuation belonging to a spiritual body, but for some reason it disappeared.
Confused.
Can't understand.
Summon more companions.
Ni Ji in the deep sea transformed into a half-human, half-whale form and covered the spirit's mouth with his hand.
But it was too late. In the dim pipe, tentacles popped out one after another and appeared in front of Ni Ji.
They squirmed their bodies, full of curiosity, and surrounded Ni Ji, eager to try.
They all looked like tiny pieces, wriggling happily and crawling with their tiny suckers, seemingly harmless.
But Ni Ji knew very well that in that invisible and nameless space, their bodies were hidden and had not yet emerged. They were huge and terrifying, enough to pin him down.
Ni Ji felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
(End of this chapter)