2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Russell suddenly stretched his neck and said happily: "He's obviously here."

Yan Muyun followed her gaze and saw the young girl who had registered her own abilities a few days ago.

At the entrance of the corridor leading to the bathroom, Yang Mingming was wearing a white sweater, a black skirt, and a high ponytail. At first glance, he looked simple, clean, bright and refreshing.

Russell stood up from his seat, waved his hand, and shouted: "Obviously, I'm here..."

However, the next moment, her voice stopped suddenly.

Yan Muyun's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he unconsciously grabbed the armrests of the sofa with his hands, making a slight sharp sound between his fingertips and the leather.

The lights in the corridor behind Yang Mingming suddenly went out, and several short and shrill screams came from inside.

The girl subconsciously wanted to turn around, but her feet left the ground, and her white sweater glowed with a dazzling bright red.

Her originally bright eyes had turned gray and lost their energy, and her head fell limply on her chest.

Just a second ago, without any warning, a black limb as thick as an adult's arm stretched out from the corridor behind, piercing the girl from the back of the heart and lifting her up high.

In addition to this limb, there was another one that penetrated the belly of the boy not far away.

He was holding his parents' hands, jumping up and down, and golden cloud patterns formed under his feet.

Now his parents are still holding his little hand. After he jumped up, he never fell down again. Bloody flowers bloomed on the shiny floor.

The whole world seemed to be quiet for a moment, and the next moment, panic and piercing screams swept through the entire shopping mall like a wave.

The announcer's urgent voice came from the radio: "Alien species have appeared in Area A on the first floor of the shopping mall. Customers there are asked to leave as soon as possible, and other customers should not come near..."

"It's the spider demon! Come on, let's run. Yan Long and the others have probably received the notice." Li Qingke was the first to react. He stopped taking the shopping bag next to his legs and jumped up to grab Yan Muyun's arm. Wanted to pull him off the sofa.

"Spider demon? Spider?" Yan Muyun had a dull expression, and murmured to himself as he followed the opponent's tug to get up.

"No, obviously!" Russell screamed hysterically and wanted to rush over, but tripped over the low table in front of him and almost fell.

Stimulated by the nearby scream, Yan Muyun's heart was beating rapidly, and there was a faint tingling sensation in the back of his head. At this time, his consciousness finally returned to consciousness.

He first forcefully broke away from Li Qingke's hand and hurriedly said: "Run first." Then he pounced forward in three steps and two steps, and grabbed the shoulder of the woman who was staggering forward.

"Let me go!" Russell screamed.

"She's dead!" Yan Muyun roared angrily, and then dragged her back without any explanation.

The two of them ran for a few steps while pulling, and Russell suddenly kicked Yan Muyun in the crook of his leg, knocking him almost to the ground, and then took the opportunity to break away from the other person's hand.

"You..." Yan Muyun was really angry and almost cursed him.

"Uncle, run away." After saying these words hastily, Russell did not run in the direction of the spider demon anymore, but ran towards the escalator not far away.

Seeing that she did not go to die, Yan Muyun was too lazy to continue to talk to her. He was about to turn around and continue running away, but his body was frozen in place, unable to move his feet.

Less than ten meters away from him, the arthropod that penetrated Yang Mingming's body slowly retracted into the dark corridor, and on the other arthropod, there was still a small body dripping with blood hanging high.

The boy cried and screamed in agony. He put his two small hands on the black joints and struggled violently but in vain.

His mother had collapsed and collapsed on the ground, but the father was holding on to the bloody limbs that had penetrated through the boy's abdomen. His eyes were red, and he screamed and wanted to take back his child.

"Let's go! What are you waiting for!?"

Yan Muyun turned around and saw that Li Qingke had not run far away, but was leaning over a sofa and waving anxiously to him.

"Run first, run quickly." Yan Muyun waved to the other party subconsciously, and then continued to freeze in place.

He didn't understand what he was doing now.

He didn't understand why he was acting like a fool, doing nothing but standing there.

"Why didn't I run?" Yan Muyun asked himself in his heart, and quickly got the answer.

Because I wanted to save that little boy and I wanted to help that father.

"Then why are you standing here?" The next question popped up immediately.

Because...because, I'm afraid.

I'm scared, I'm scared I'm going to die.

Yan Muyun stood stiffly on the spot, his breathing gradually became rapid, and his vision became blurry.

He should, could, probably, not be cowardly.

Because he had stood in front of others twice, once by his parents and once by Yan Taki.

But those two times, he had no time to think, nor did he really see "death". He just rushed forward impulsively based on his enthusiasm.

When people have time to think and can truly feel the concept of "I may die", few people can risk their lives to stand in front of danger.

Especially when the other person is a stranger you have never met.

You don't even get a chance to get excited.

...

Another black limb protruded from the corridor and stabbed the father in the chest.

"No..." Yan Muyun muttered subconsciously, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Bang!" A dark iron ball fell from the air and hit the jointed limb hard, deflecting it diagonally and piercing into the wall next to it.

"Uncle, what are you doing standing there?!" A familiar voice came from above.

Yan Muyun looked up and saw Russell lying on the railing on the second floor, holding a blue and green toy rifle in his hand.

"You went up to the toy store?" He suddenly laughed.

"What the hell..." Russell almost cursed this time. She didn't understand how this normally normal guy suddenly lost his mind.

It’s already this time, why are you laughing so heartlessly?

However, the curse words were not uttered after all, because when Yan Muyun showed a naive smile, he bent down and picked up the metal box containing the nutrient solution next to the sofa, and then ran out like a wild dog.

It wasn't that Russell deliberately belittled him, but the way he rushed out was really ugly, like a wild dog that had been hungry for several days and suddenly found a half-eaten hamburger on the street.

Yan Muyun ran over and stepped heavily on the armrest of a brown sofa with his first foot, and then stepped on the backrest of a black sofa not far behind with his second foot.

The brown sofa slid sideways a little, making a screeching noise against the floor.

The black sofa tilted back a little, and then fell to the same place with a soft "thunk" sound.

But he jumped up high and raised the silver-white metal box in his hand above his head.

"Fuck you!!"

With a loud roar, the metal box was smashed down heavily, hitting the black limbs that were raised high.

The little boy's body fell off its limbs, and his father held him tightly in his arms.

The silver-white metal box was severely deformed, and colorful nutrient solutions bloomed from the cracks, intertwined with the bright red splashing from the boy's belly.

"Do you feel it? The weight of thirteen thousand two hundred and seven yuan."

Yan Muyun in mid-air grinned, grinned and roared.

...

For some things, the moment you stop, you actually have a choice in your heart. What is missing is just the courage to take the first step forward.