Lin Yuan squatted in the corner, watching the fierce battle between a man and a monster in mid-air.
The giant "mosquito" has sharp mouthparts, and when it dives and pierces, it can easily pierce through the thick rock slabs on the roof.
Lin Yuan stretched out a finger and imitated the piercing action.
The deformed creature flying in the air suddenly felt a sharp pain like a needle pricking its head, and fell from mid-air with a scream.
Although he quickly turned over and wanted to fly, how could Ni Ji let go of such a big gap? The sentry drew his pistol, and the loud noises of explosive bombs rang out in the air one after another. One shot after another flew away with a long white light, suppressing all the take-off points of the monster.
Legs, wings, heads, and compound eyes were constantly blown apart. Those blasted wounds healed quickly, but there was always a bullet flying from afar, accurately hitting another vital spot.
Almost every bullet predicted its movement, and the deformed man was hit by the dense bullets and rolled back and forth on the ground, unable to fly.
Ni Ji withdrew far away, stood on the roof and fired continuously without even engaging in close combat.
Lin Yuan fiddled with his fingers, and when the giant "mosquito" struggled several times, his white fingers gently tapped it again.
The mutant covered his head and screamed, then rolled back to the ground, riddled with holes by the series of bullets fired from the roof.
By directing the force to a point the size of a needle tip, the attack effect can be multiplied several times.
Lin Yuan moved his fair fingers and simulated the tapping action several times, feeling that he had learned a new skill from the mosquito.
Sure enough, only through fighting can one improve oneself.
"Guide! You are a guide, why is there a guide here?"
The mutant rolling on the ground made a trembling, out-of-tune sound. He was terrified, as if the guide, who everyone thought was very weak, was a terrifying creature that he was afraid of.
Lin Yuan's attention was attracted by his heart-wrenching scream.
Ni Ji on the roof suddenly turned around, pulled out another gun, and fired a white phosphorus bomb in the direction of Lin Yuan from a distance.
White phosphorus bombs are expensive and in short supply. Before setting off, Ni Ji used the authority of the Royal Guard to apply for three of them, which were special bombs targeting the weaknesses of the Golden Tree contaminated area.
This special bullet will burn violently after hitting an object, and the flame will not go out until it is completely burned out. It is a powerful weapon with terrifying effects.
He had fired one round last night, and this was the second round. Ni Ji drew his gun and shot, almost without hesitation.
The white phosphorus bomb fell with a bright arc of light. In the alley beside Lin Yuan, a burning fireball fell from the eaves very close to Lin Yuan, and a sharp scream was heard.
The other half of the deformed sentry's body rolled out, burning with flames.
The giant "mosquito" was shouting on the ground in an attempt to attract Lin Yuan's attention.
And the other half of his body that was left in the alley had sneaked away quietly at some point.
It had already moved very close to Lin Yuan. Perhaps if it took a few more steps, it would be able to pounce on Lin Yuan. It even knew how to control its emotions.
Lin Yuan took a few steps back.
On the road in front of her, a half-human enemy was twisting, struggling, and screaming wildly in the flames.
Only half of the body, which looked like a human yet also a monster, was left. It was twisting and wailing in the blazing flames until it gradually became motionless and completely burned to ashes. The fire, which was emitting thick yellow smoke, gradually died out.
Lin Yuan knew very well that the one who died this time was a monster. Of course, it could be herself next time. They were all living creatures, and there was actually no distinction between noble and humble.
But now, she feels that she still wants to live as long as possible.
Lin Yuan looked up at the sentry standing on the roof.
Ni Ji, who had fired another shot in this direction, did not stop for a moment, turned around, changed guns, and fired several shots at the ground in front of him. His shooting was extremely steady and tricky, and he was not affected by the switching of guns back and forth at all, and did not give the desperate enemy a chance to escape.
With only a little support from Lin Yuan, the sentry seized the opportunity well and made the battle situation one-sided.
He was a warrior who had been tempered through countless battles. He had battlefield experience that had been honed through countless dangerous battles. He had a lot to learn from him.
The sentry's black military boots stepped on the roof, his expression was cold, with a hint of hostility after taking a life, and tainted with the confidence of a strong man, which made him more dazzling than ever in front of Lin Yuan.
He is his companion and comrade-in-arms.
Lin Yuan suddenly felt that having someone fighting side by side with him seemed much better than fighting alone on the battlefield.
Standing on the roof, Ni Ji put away his gun and stared at the dead mutants on the ground.
The twisted body was shattered by countless bullets and finally lost the ability to recover. It became limp and sticky and gradually dissolved into the ground.
Some root-like golden solution flowed out from the corrupt monster's body, seeped into the gaps between the floor tiles, and disappeared without a trace.
"Stingy guy, he didn't even want to give me a mouthful of blood." The sword on Ni Ji's waist made a complaining sound, "Could it be that you really feel awkward and embarrassed to take off your gloves in front of that person?"
"Shut up." Ni Ji said, and subconsciously looked at the guide standing under the eaves.
Seeing him looking at him, Lin Yuan put his thumb and four fingers together, brought them together, and flicked them lightly, making a gesture as if it was done.
This is the sign language that sentinels often use when fighting. Lin Yuan has been in Dongbin for a long time and has become very proficient in it.
Ni Ji looked at the girl standing in the corridor and performed familiar movements with her small hands.
He recalled his first battle at the Northern Outpost.
That battle was actually not that difficult, but they did not cooperate well and they finally completed the mission after many hardships.
At that time, his captain made such a gesture towards Ni Ji with his thick palm.
"This means it's done." The captain taught the new recruit with a smile.
Later on the battlefield, he made this gesture countless times, meaning the battle was over, completed, and everyone was safe.
There were also countless brothers who had trusted him with life and death and had made this gesture to him.
Now the captain at that time is long gone, and those comrades have gradually disappeared, and there is no one left around.
It's not like there is not one left. Isn't there one more here
She is not only the bright moon hidden in his heart, but also a companion and comrade-in-arms with whom he can entrust his life and to whom he can help.
Ni Ji looked at Lin Yuan under the eaves, and at the guide who was pinching his fingers together to tell the battle was over.
His black fingers tightened, responding to a received sign.
On the battlefield, an exchange between two comrades who trust each other with their lives.
Ni Ji felt that the corners of his mouth might be smiling at this moment.
"Hmph. I get it." The handle made a very unhappy sound, "With that Kraken, you came back to life and became more concerned about your own body. You are reluctant to give me blood casually."
"Humans are such disgusting creatures."
The demon sword, which had no chance to get blood in a battle, complained incessantly.
The battle was over, and Lin Yuan and Ni Ji continued forward along the old wooden corridor.
This camp once housed many people, and even the servants' quarters were connected into one large area.
Originally, she didn't hold out any hope, but when she reached the last room at the corner, she happened to see the words Windsor written on it.
"I saw this girl last night." Lin Yuan said to Ni Ji.
As she spoke, she pushed open the door.
They had opened the doors of countless rooms throughout the day, walked through long corridors, and opened doors one by one, but every room was empty, and no one was seen.
So Lin Yuan got used to thinking that there would be no one in the house.
The shabby wooden door was pushed open, and the rusty door hinges made an unpleasant sound.
A curly-haired girl in a skirt was sitting quietly on a chair by the window.
The light in the room was dim, with a few rays of sunlight coming in through the window, separated by the window grille. The light shone obliquely into the room, illuminating the table and chairs that had been placed there for who knows how many years.
It hit the figure sitting by the window.
The girl was wearing a half-worn dress, with long curly hair, and sitting in the mottled light with her head slightly lowered, like a vague silhouette in the sunlight.
She had a face that Lin Yuan was familiar with.
Last night, the owner of this face was clearly sitting next to Lin Yuan, with his soft and warm hands resting on her knees, singing to her all night.
Her singing is sweet, full of tenderness and compassion, which can help people relax from pain and fall asleep peacefully.
Lin Yuan felt nothing in this room.
No emotion, no vitality, nothing.
In the world of tentacles, the house in front of them was just like any other room, an empty house with no living things.
There was no one alive by the window.
Sitting there was just a well-preserved corpse that had been cold for many years.
Ni Ji wanted to go over Lin Yuan to check, but Lin Yuan stopped him.
She hesitated for a moment, and as if she was afraid of disturbing her friend's sleep, she walked forward carefully and lowered her head to look at the girl.
The girl who was talking and laughing with me and singing to me last night.
Windsor was sitting by the window in a neat dress, her hands clasped lightly on her knees and her long eyelashes drooping.
The sunlight coming in through the window shone on her fair skin, as if she was still breathing, still alive, just sitting there in deep thought.
When you get closer, you can see that her skin is very pale and bloodless, and her lowered eyes have lost their light, leaving only a silent grayness.
It was like a person who had been dead for a long time, dried by hundreds of years of time, and solidified into a beautiful sculpture.
There are no more human emotions in the body. I don’t feel happy, I don’t feel sad, and I don’t want to sing.
Lin Yuan stood beside her and stared at her for a long time.
"Tonight, I want to go to the room I went to yesterday." She said to Ni Ji, and after thinking for a while, she added, "I'll go alone first."
The day passed quickly and night fell again.
The colorful lights were lit up again in the Rose Camp.
Human figures, noise and bustle gradually appeared in the mottled light and shadow.
This place has once again become a sleepless place of entertainment where people go for pleasure, sing and dance.
Lin Yuan once again walked among the crowds of people. This time, without the monsters chasing her, she could be much more relaxed.
She could take a closer look at these people, these lights, everything she had seen last night.
Everyone is alive, can talk, laugh, and have the emotional fluctuations of a living being.
A man came up to her with a smile, asked her if she wanted to buy any drinks, and enthusiastically recommended various services to her.
Lin Yuan remembered this person. He was the first person he met when he rushed in last night.
But this man seemed to have never seen Lin Yuan before. He still had the same expression, repeated his behavior from last night, and said exactly the same words.
Lin Yuan refused him and ran to a familiar place.
On the way, a beautiful girl stopped Lin Yuan. She had long curly hair and bright eyes. She smiled and asked Lin Yuan,
"Guest, my name is Windsor. Is this your first time here?"
Lin Yuan stopped and looked at her for a while.
The living Windsor had a rosy face and gave Lin Yuan a gentle and sweet smile.
The girl who had sat next to her and sang to her happily all night yesterday had obviously completely forgotten her.
She smiled very standardly, and with the unfamiliarity of their first meeting, she greeted Lin Yuan humbly.
"What's the matter, sir? Do you like listening to singing? Would you like me to introduce you to the boy who sings the best here?" Windsor said with a smile.
Lin Yuan looked at her for a long time without saying anything, and finally passed by her and ran up the stairs.
This time there was no monster to capture. She ran up as soon as night fell, much earlier than when she arrived at the door last night.
From behind the tightly closed door came the sound of a whip lashing, mixed with some curse words.
Lin Yuan raised his foot and kicked the door. After two or three kicks, he kicked the loose and shaky wooden door open.
The female sentry who I bumped into in the corridor last night was now in the room, whipping a person curled up on the ground with a long whip.
The man's hands were tied and he lay on the ground motionless, with whip marks crisscrossing his pale and thin back.
When the sentry saw Lin Yuan breaking in, a look of shock and anger appeared on his distorted face, and he was about to shout at him.
Lin Yuan stared into her eyes and said only three words, "Get out."
The man's eyes were filled with shock and anger at first, then violence, and then confusion. Finally, he seemed to have figured something out, and he stammered, "Ah, okay, I wanted to leave too. This guy is so boring."
She walked out dazedly, holding the bloody whip. Windsor, who had run up with Lin Yuan, blinked in surprise at the scene.
"Guest, guest, do you want to book room 8?" She panted and said with a forced smile, just like last night, "But this room has not been cleaned yet, do you want us to change to a cleaner room?"
She saw Lin Yuan standing still, then glanced at the man lying on the ground with wounds all over his body, her eyes showing a bit of uncontrollable worry, and she couldn't help but rub the hem of her skirt to persuade him,
"Xiaoxun... isn't very good at taking care of people, and his body can't hold on any longer."
The body lying on the ground moved slightly, the bloodstained arm propped up the body a little, and the silver-haired head turned around and glanced at Lin Yuan.
"Why you again?" he said coldly.
(End of this chapter)