2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"...Let that kid wake up quickly. It won't be fun if this thing is really released soon."

"Are you okay? Wake up." There was warm wind blowing by my ears, which made me feel a little itchy.

"You can try slapping him twice."

"Wake up." A cold hand gently patted his face several times.

"Are you slapping or touching? Let me teach you how to round your arms..."

"Shut up." The voice in his ear was angry.

"If you feel bad and can't let go, you can find another way. Why don't you give him a kiss? This is how it was shown in previous movies. In a critical moment, a true love's kiss can solve all problems."

"Jun Qianmian..." Yan Muyun opened his eyes with some effort, his voice hoarse: "You are really not afraid that Zhang Yu will kill you."

The young man squatting next to the silver mask showed a bright smile: "Why are you so ignorant of the style? Can't you be unconscious for a while? If I had just persuaded you a little more, this matter might have happened."

Yan Muyun was leaning against Zhang Xixue's body at this moment, and his nose was filled with the fresh and light fragrance. He tilted his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the girl's ears being slightly red.

"Ahem..." He braced himself and tried to stand up straight.

"Don't be brave." Zhang Xixue said softly, reaching out to support one of his arms.

"Thank you." After Yan Muyun recovered a little, he immediately looked warily at the area where the short man was. He was relieved when he saw that there was no movement there.

But think about it, the other party's face has been smashed by himself, and I am afraid that even if he does not die, he will completely lose his ability to move.

He withdrew his attention, looked at Jun Qianmian who was squatting not far away, and asked in a deep voice: "Did you say before that you could deal with this parasitic beast?"

Although Yan Muyun was not quite conscious just now, he could still barely listen to the conversation between the two.

Jun Qianmian stood up, patted his pants, and said with a smile: "But it seems you don't need me now, because you have recovered. Let's wait for the Special Branch..."

Before he could finish his words, Yan Muyun's legs suddenly weakened and he fell to the ground.

"Oh, be careful!" Zhang Xixue exclaimed and quickly put her arms around him.

Jun Qianmian: "...You kid did it on purpose?"

That's what he said, but he actually saw that the other party must have really reached the end of his strength. The moment Yan Muyun almost fell down, the light of the entire giant silver cover seemed to flicker. Although it stabilized immediately, the gleaming light emitting from the surface was already weaker than before.

Jun Qianmian did not continue to talk nonsense, turned around and got back into the depression in the corner of the silver shield: "Seal the outside tightly, I will deal with this guy as quickly as possible."

Yan Muyun raised his head weakly: "Wait..."

"Stop being brave, I know you can't hold on for long." Jun Qianmian waved his hand.

"...Give me your clothes, I won't use them anyway."

Jun Qianmian: "..."

After a brief silence, the balled-up short-sleeved shirt hit Yan Muyun's head, but was caught by Zhang Xixue next to him.

"Thank you." Yan Muyun forced a smile.

This thank you was not just for the clothes, but also because he really couldn't hold it anymore.

After experiencing the series of events just now and suffering the impact of the explosion shock wave, his physical strength and will have reached their limits. This huge silver cage that traps the parasitic beast is really maintained by him with his life.

Now it is no longer possible to consider the progress of Wei Jun and the others in dealing with the spores and parasitic ghosts. If they do not kill the parasitic beast immediately, the loss caused by an accident will only be greater in the end.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Jun Qianmian put his hands on his chest and turned around.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, gritted his teeth slightly, and sealed the depression with a silver barrier.

Zhang Xixue supported him, her lips pursed into a thin line, and the look between her brows was worried and nervous.

"I hope you're not crazy..." Yan Muyun whispered almost as if he was dreaming.

The silver barrier on the inside disappeared, and countless gray-green tumors filled the void almost instantly, and the thin figure squatting there was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue stared at that place nervously, but they could only see countless disgusting sarcomas crowded and squirming.

1 second passed... 3 seconds passed... 5 seconds passed...

"Isn't it already parasitized?" Zhang Xixue subconsciously hugged the shoulder of the man next to her.

"Even if it's parasitized, there should be some movement." Yan Muyun frowned.

Their current posture is a bit strange. The man is nestling in the woman's arms like a bird, but neither of them has time to pay attention to such details at this time. All their energy is concentrated on the place where Jun Qianmian originally squatted.

Finally, an unusual movement finally occurred. The sarcoma in that area suddenly fluctuated without any warning. Then the amplitude of the fluctuation became larger and larger, as if it was being whipped by an electric mixer. batter.

No, perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as a soymilk machine making soymilk.

The gray-green sarcomas the size of a human head were like soybeans, constantly rolling up and down. In the process, they were cut and broken, releasing a large amount of gray-green mucus.

"Ugh..." Yan Muyun bent over and made a sound of retching, his stomach tightened, and a stream of sour water surged into his throat, burning.

"Stop looking." Zhang Xixue turned away, her face extremely pale.

The area where Jun Qianmian originally squatted had now turned into a grey-green, sticky "goo", and as more and more sarcomas were minced, this area continued to expand.

Seeing this scene, Yan Muyun felt that he would not be able to eat curry or any mushy food for at least three years.

The parasitic beast also noticed something was wrong at this time, and several thick tentacles were inserted heavily into the paste under its body, as if it wanted to pull out the things that were causing damage there.

"Creak!" With a sharp scream, the tentacles were retracted as if they were electrocuted. Most of them were scarred by sharp blades to varying degrees. The most serious one was even cut off at the waist and exposed. Pale white cross section.

"Gululu..." The gray-green paste suddenly surged violently, like boiling water. The next moment, its center suddenly bulged, and an unknown creature covered in mucus emerged from it.

"Pfft!" The thing opened its mouth wide and exhaled a long breath, as if it had been held in for a long time.

In order to ensure that nothing unexpected happened, Yan Muyun, who was holding back his nausea and did not look away, had a stiff expression and opened his mouth: "Who the hell... is the monster?"

The unknown creature appeared to be three meters tall, with a jade-like white body, a large gaping hole on its back, and eight bony limbs several meters long growing out from both sides of its exposed white spine, like spider legs.

It was obvious that it was these eight bony limbs that had just beaten the sarcoma into paste like beans, and also cut and severed the tentacles.

"Squeak!" The parasitic beast screamed angrily when it saw its enemy, and all the tentacles behind its head were mobilized to sweep over it. At the same time, it swung its sickle-like upper limbs and slashed at the opponent viciously.

A sneer seemed to emanate from the white creature's throat. The next moment, its arms suddenly deformed and turned into tentacles, which wrapped directly around the end of the parasitic beast's upper limbs and tied it up tightly.

A dozen thick tentacles swung down, and the eight bone blades behind him were swung like precision machinery. They did not interfere with each other and at the same time each blow was extremely powerful. In the blink of an eye, the tentacles were cut with scars.

However, the recovery ability of the parasitic beast is not weak. After a short rest, the severed tentacles can quickly recover from their injuries and rejoin the battle. For a while, they are not at a disadvantage.

Just when Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue thought that the stalemate between the two sides was about to continue, a thin slit suddenly appeared on the chest of the white creature.

The next moment, his throat to lower abdomen was completely split open, revealing the blood-red muscles, squirming internal organs, and pale ribs. This scene was easily reminiscent of the disembowelling of pigs in rural areas in the past.

Yan Muyun finally couldn't hold on any longer and spat out a large amount of sour water. His stomach spasmed and he almost fell to the ground in pain.

He felt that he was no longer the dull, ignorant college student he was thirty years ago, but the scene in front of him was still too exciting. In addition, he had put a lot of effort into maintaining the silver shield at this time, and his will was at its weakest, so he couldn't help but spit it out.

Zhang Xixue endured the discomfort, supported him with one hand, and gently patted his back with the other hand, hoping that he would feel better.

"This guy's fighting style... is really heavy-handed..." Yan Muyun wiped the corners of his mouth weakly, raised his head slightly, and showed a wry smile.

Within the silver cover, the white creature's ribs had turned into twenty-four thick bone spurs, piercing various parts of the parasitic beast's body, and at least five of the bone spurs pierced directly into its head.

The winner has been decided. Although the parasitic beast is still struggling, its intensity has obviously gradually weakened.