2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Xu Wenzhe's superpower, [Consciousness Transfer], allows him to forcibly attach his consciousness to animals and freely control their bodies. Moreover, it can also use the body of an animal as a springboard to transfer consciousness a second time.

After receiving Wei Min's call, he immediately transferred his consciousness to the pet black cat he kept beside him, and controlled its body to rush to the student dormitory as quickly as possible.

This ability lasts shorter for species with stronger autonomous consciousness, because the soul and body of the original owner will reject "outsiders". The species with the strongest sense of autonomy and the highest intelligence among all living creatures is naturally human beings themselves.

If Xu Wenzhe were to use his powers on others under normal conditions, he would probably only be able to forcefully suppress the opponent's consciousness for about 3 to 5 seconds.

This is why he needs to let Yue Xiao use [Leaving Soul] to break out the consciousness that occupies Wu Bai's body in advance, because only when that body becomes an empty shell can he control it without interference.

And every time the [Soul Leaving] state ends, the outsider's consciousness will return to Wu Bai's body and force his consciousness out. This is why he needs to go in and out of the mirror world and let Di Haotian and Yue Xiao repeat a series of processes.

When Xu Wenzhe entered the mirror world for the last time, he finally succeeded in taking the little boy out.

But at the last moment when he was about to come out, the [Soul Leaving] state ended. The outsider's consciousness occupied Wu Bai's body again, and his powers had reached their limit and he automatically returned to the body.

Xu Wenzhe picked up the mobile phone on the bedside with some difficulty and dialed a number: "Hello? How are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little noisy, and Wei Min's voice was a little difficult: "'Wu Bai' failed to escape and was caught. But... that little boy has..."

"Well, I know." Xu Wenzhe sighed.

Of course he knew.

In the mirror world, when he grabbed the little boy's wrist, his heart sank to the bottom for a moment.

It was cold to the touch, the skin had lost its elasticity, and it was obvious that it had been dead for a long time.

...

Inner courtyard dormitory building, three-story lounge.

"Wu Bai" had already been tied up hand and foot, knocked unconscious and thrown against the wall. The little boy wearing cartoon blue long sleeves was laid flat on the table, his eyes were closed, his skin was pale, and he was completely lifeless.

Di Haotian's eyes were red and he clenched his fists: "If it could be a few hours earlier... If it could be a few hours earlier, maybe..."

Yue Xiao patted his shoulder, looking equally sad.

They already knew that in this little boy's body was Wu Bai's soul.

But even if the person who died was not their classmate, the loss of such a young life is unacceptable. The atmosphere in the room has dropped to freezing point, and everyone's mood is extremely heavy.

Rapid footsteps came from the corridor, and soon several medical staff appeared at the corner of the corridor, followed by a multi-functional stretcher that could travel automatically.

Wei Min quickly opened the door and welcomed them in.

"Doctor, can he still be saved?" Yan Muyun took two steps forward and asked in a deep voice.

The leading medical staff was sweating profusely from running. At this time, he reached out to check the little boy's breath and pulse. He shook his head and said in a heavy tone: "He has been dead for at least two hours. There is no hope of recovery."

Upon hearing this almost heartless announcement, the eyes of everyone who originally held a glimmer of hope dimmed instantly.

"Come, move him to the stretcher." The leading doctor turned around and waved to his colleagues to come over and help.

However, at this moment, Yan Muyun suddenly took a step across and stopped in front of several people: "Wait, can you please go out first."

"What?" The doctor was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion.

Wei Min next to him reacted and his eyes widened slightly: "Do you want to..."

"I want to try." Yan Muyun interrupted him, and then looked around the crowd with calm and firm eyes: "Now, please all of you go out first and give me some time. Thank you."

Ye Buyu, who had been standing in the corner and had been almost silent, suddenly made a move. She first closed all the curtains on the corridor side, and then walked out first.

"Excuse me, could you please wait outside for a while?" Wei Min smiled and asked several medical staff wearing masks to go outside.

One of the doctors and nurses couldn't hold it back. He opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by the leading doctor who raised his hand: "Let's get out."

This is Chenjing Academy, and every student is an awakened person with incredible abilities. He was willing to believe in the calm and calm young man in front of him for once, believing that he could create miracles.

Di Haotian carried the unconscious "Wu Bai" on his shoulders, and when he passed by Yan Muyun, he couldn't help but ask, "What on earth are you going to do?"

The latter just smiled bitterly: "I want to try it, otherwise I'm afraid I will regret it later."

Wei Min went out, Yue Xiao went out, Peng Peng patted Yan Muyun on the shoulder, gave him a meaningful look, and also went out.

In the end, only Yan Muyun and the little boy, who was lying flat on the table with his body already cold, were left in the room.

"Phew...I must be crazy."

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, raised his left hand, and tapped the red transistor on his wrist twice. Fresh blood flowed out of it and soon dyed his entire forearm red.

A drop of blood flowed to the elbow, and it was about to drip on the floor, but suddenly it seemed to have a strong stickiness, swayed twice, and then curled up in the air like a living thing.

"go."

Yan Muyun whispered a word, and the bloodshot flew out on its own and just landed on the little boy's face.

The blood threads crawled quickly, came to the little boy's nose, and then went into the nostrils with a whoosh.

Yan Muyun felt a little uneasy. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no other way out, he really didn't want to use this method. Those pale zombies with deformed bodies left a very deep impression on him, and he was afraid that he would turn the other party into that kind of monster.

However, after a few seconds, Yan Muyun suddenly felt an unprecedented feeling in his heart.

His will seemed to occupy a body in an almost domineering manner. From the inside to the outside, no corner could escape his perception.

He is like a highly skilled puppeteer who can manipulate the puppets on the mini stage as he pleases, wave to greet the audience, dance a beautiful ballet, do a backflip and then a horseback... everything Everything seems to move according to his thoughts.

No, calling him a puppet master is more of an insult, because no puppet master is so skilled that he can freely manipulate every part in the puppet body.

Yan Muyun can.

If he wanted the "doll's" heart to beat, an invisible big hand would knead the tender flesh ball, simulating its normal beating posture. He wanted the "doll" to start breathing again, and the two lung lobes that had already stopped working would automatically start to expand and contract.

The moment the blood spores entered the little boy's body, they turned into countless bloody threads, spreading all over his limbs and internal organs, like a puppet master's threads controlling every part of the puppet.

"Come alive..." Yan Muyun's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping boy on the table.

But then he realized something was wrong. What he wanted to do now was to "wake up" the other party, so his voice became louder: "Come to life."

Yan Muyun leaned down, pointed his mouth at the boy's ear, looked straight at the chest that had begun to rise and fall again, and said word by word: "Come to life!"

...

Outside the lounge, several people waiting and a group of medical staff looked at each other with different expressions. They heard the movement inside. Yan Muyun kept repeating "come to life... come to life... come to life", each sound louder than the last.

"Come alive!" A shout startled everyone, and when they turned around, they saw Di Haotian waving his fists, looking excited.

"Don't scream." Yue Xiao, who was closest, covered her ears and kicked him hard.

However, Di Haotian didn't care at all. Instead, he said with a serious face: "Everyone shouts. It's like this in anime. At this time, as long as we all shout 'come alive' together, miracles will really happen."

Just substitute the plot of the hot-blooded comic into reality, and you can do it. Yue Xiao had a toothache, and she was embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Come to life." Ye Buyu called out in a cold and sweet voice.

"survived."

"survived."

Wei Min and Peng Peng spoke at the same time.

Now, except for the medical staff present, Yue Xiao was the only one who didn't shout.

His face felt a little hot, and he hesitated for a long time. Finally, under Di Haotian's burning eyes, he couldn't say anything anymore: "Live..."

The door to the lounge was opened, and Yan Muyun appeared behind the door, holding a thin figure in his arms.

The boy's eyelids moved, his eyes opened halfway and then closed tightly again. His chest rose and fell regularly, and he snored slightly, like a naughty child who came home so tired from playing outside all day that he didn't even take a shower and lay down on the bed.