Xunhua was waiting for the blade to fall.
He had seen the sentry draw his knife. His knife was fast and cold. It should be able to easily cut off his neck and end his filthy and ugly life.
Xunhua knew that he might not find peace after his death, but he was too tired and didn't want to think about it anymore.
He was too lazy to think about who would end up with this body and what would be done with it.
I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn’t help wanting to look at that golden heart a little longer before I died.
The heart-shaped pendant was suspended in the enclosed treatment chamber, so far away from him.
He had seen this pendant countless times during those dark years. The small heart-shaped stone was hung around the girl's neck.
The girl who would smile at him is no longer here. In fact, she died four hundred years ago.
She must have been in a lot of pain over the years.
A small tentacle emerged from the ground.
It rolled up its suction cups of various sizes with great fatigue and crawled towards Xunhua, who was lying on the ground with no hands or feet, and only had his body.
The tentacles climbed up his metal mask, and the tips of the tentacles snapped onto his forehead.
As long as the guides are willing, it is very easy to communicate spiritually between each other.
Content that would require long paragraphs of text to be described verbally can, in the spiritual world of communication, only a few short images are needed.
Xunhua heard a voice ringing in her head.
[I have something to show you]
[Although I am very sleepy~~ Yawn~~ I really want to sleep]
[But forget it, after all, it’s something that a friend I like very much asked me to do]
Then, some images that did not belong to his memory came to the mind of the man whose eyebrows and eyes were covered by the golden mask.
In a pitch-black world.
He heard a familiar voice.
“He is my bright moon.”
“Even if it falls into a ditch, the moon will always be the moon.”
In the dark world, there seemed to be a little light, and a girl was running in the dim light.
"Yuanyuan, can you help Xiaoxun?" The girl's voice was very gentle, and she turned her head to look here, "Take him away from here."
That was not his memory, but a scene that Lin Yuan had seen.
But the girl turned and looked at me, her smile was very close.
It was like running beside him, holding his hand. Her bright eyes were filled with stars, and she was looking at him with a smile.
Xunhua felt like she was in a nightmare, being dragged by her to run. She felt her dead heart slowly beating in her chest.
The girl running beside me, her body disappeared along the way, but there was still a smile on her face.
She doesn’t look like the person who had died many years ago in her dream, but more like a girl running in the moonlight.
She stretched out her arms, and Xunhua knew that these were someone else's memories.
Windsor's hands were not reaching out to himself.
But the touch was extremely real. The girl's soft skin fell on his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. The places she touched felt hot as if they were burning with flames.
Windsor put her arms around his shoulders, looked at him with gentle eyes, her body flew up, and her forehead gently touched the cold golden mask.
"Don't feel sad for me. I hope you live happily and in the light."
"I..." the incomplete guide whispered softly, "Am I still qualified to live?"
He lay on the cold floor of the treatment room.
"Of course. Although I also feel that life is indeed tiring, it feels better to keep living." Lin Yuan's voice came from the connected spiritual channel.
She lay in the cold green solution.
A long time passed, until Lin Yuan almost fell asleep.
She heard a very small sound.
The sound was very soft and slight, but fortunately she still heard it.
"Does your family need a gardener?"
The golden heart-shaped pendant hung on Lin Yuan's chest, swaying gently in the water.
She fulfilled her friend's last wish.
The tension in my heart relaxed, and I was finally able to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.
In the gurgling sound of green water waves.
The pain was gradually fading away, and she seemed to have returned to the deep sea, back to the original place, back to the cradle where she slept peacefully.
It felt like I was dead, yet also like I had just been reborn.
Ni Ji saw a thin tentacle appear and stick to the mask of the mutant.
Under the golden mask, a tear belonging to humanity flowed.
The tentacle fell off the mask and crawled towards him. Ni Ji knelt on one knee, squatted down, and stretched out his left hand to catch the tentacle that looked very weak.
The tentacles twisted and quickly climbed up the back of his hand, moving all the way up.
The moist tentacles and sucking cups move along the skin, giving a very vivid touch.
Ni Ji's pupils contracted, which reminded him of some very dark memories.
Those horrible memories penetrated deep into his bones, corroded his soul, made his bones tremble with fear, and even made him lose control of his body and began to tremble.
But he was reluctant to reject the dying tentacle at this moment. He could only bite his lips and watch it crawl up along the muscles of his arm.
What was even worse was that he had taken off his tactical uniform and tied it to the handle of his knife, which had already been shredded in the battle. There was no shielding at all.
The dying little tentacle didn't notice the sentinel's embarrassment at all, and the skin contact made it feel happy. It twisted itself to make itself comfortable, and then fell asleep in the arms of its favorite little fish.
[We can't touch him, we have to take him home]
Before returning to silence, the little tentacle pressed against the sentinel's skin, conveying a little of his thoughts.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Inside the sealed treatment cabin, the guide suspended in the green solution slowly opened his eyes.
The sentry who had been guarding outside the treatment cabin immediately stood up, moved close to the transparent cabin cover, and leaned over to observe the recovery of the guide inside the cabin.
I don’t know if it’s because of the green liquid, but Lin Yuan’s eyes looked a little weird while floating in the treatment cabin.
Through the green solution of bubbles, the pair of pupils were colorful, empty and indifferent, with a slight bioluminescence. They did not look very human, but like a sea creature lurking under the green waves.
The eyes turned and saw the sentry sticking to the outside of the glass cover. The throat rolled and emerged from the bottom of the water like a hungry shark smelling blood.
Ni Ji was shocked, and before he could get up, countless thick tentacles appeared in the air.
They twisted and tangled, coiled around the sentry's waist, grabbed his wrists and ankles, pressed the sentry's head, and pressed him against the transparent glass cover.
At the moment when his ankles and thighs were entangled, the experienced warrior seized the fleeting opportunity to escape.
But he didn't know whether it was because of the softness of the tentacles or because of the familiar face floating on the water, but his body hesitated for a moment.
This was a very sharp and decisive warrior who had never made such a mistake on the battlefield. The mistake made the opportunity to escape slip by.
The thick tentacles stirred and entangled, pinning him down tightly and pressing his entire body against the glass hatch.
His hands, feet, waist and all the parts that could exert force were tightly bound. Unless he had the heart to draw his knife and cut off the tentacles, he had almost no power to resist.
Those tentacles were not as gentle and reserved as before.
They are powerful and cold, with sticky tentacles moving around and exploring their captured prey without any hesitation.
Lin Yuan floated up from the treatment cabin, with long black hair, a porcelain-white face, and cold eyes. She floated up from the dark green bottom of the water, approached Ni Ji through a layer of glass,
The slender palm pressed against the inside of the transparent glass, and the white fingertips pressed against Ni Ji's cheek through the glass.
"Lin...Yuan."
Ni Ji spoke with great difficulty, and a tentacle took advantage of the opportunity to enter and blocked his mouth, making his voice incoherent.
Fortunately, after these words came out, Lin Yuan's eyes gradually regained clarity and he woke up from his dream.
The violent tentacles retreated from the sentinel like a tide.
Lin Yuan blinked as if she had just woken up, as if she was wondering why the sentry was standing like this on the glass window in front of her.
(End of this chapter)