2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun suddenly chuckled, threw the paper in his hand on the table, and stretched.

In fact, he had already expected all this, but he just didn't want to think in that direction before.

His performance during the catastrophe in Menxia City may have really frightened many people.

If you think about it casually, no one wants to have a creeper running around in their home. And your parents, wife, children, brothers and sisters, the wealth you have spent most of your life saving, are all in this house.

Even if this creeper is very obedient, it won't work, because his explosion does not cause damage to friends. His emotions will become more and more unstable as time goes by, and no one knows when he will explode for what reason.

This creeper even has a criminal record.

The last time the policeman came to help you resolve a neighborhood dispute, he went up without saying a word and gave the policeman a black face. That is to say, I am generous enough not to dwell on this matter, otherwise it would probably be a problem for you and your whole family.

Yan Muyun was amused by his metaphor, and the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

He took a long breath, picked up the third document, and looked up to see the title, "Zixia Project"

"Ah."

Yan Muyun almost laughed out of anger. He didn't expect that the person who made this plan was actually a fan of Master Xing.

He just glanced at the plan and wanted to throw it away elsewhere, because he had already guessed the content and just pretended not to know.

However, after turning two pages, his movements stopped and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"Ye Buyu, the mysterious 'eldest princess' of the Republic."

Yan Muyun couldn't help but laugh. He never thought that the outside world would give Ye Buyu such a nickname. However, after carefully reading the content, you will find that this name is not wrong. Many forces in China, including the academy, seem to value this "eldest princess".

However, the information above is not detailed, and many places are unclear. Obviously, even for the person who provided this information, many things are not clear at all.

Yan Muyun shook his head slightly, put the information aside, and finally picked up the last document.

Just holding this document in your hand, you can feel that it is obviously different from the previous documents. The paper is very new, with almost no signs of being read, and it seems that it was put into the file bag as soon as it was printed.

"Six-eared Macaque Project."

Just looking at the big words at the front of the row, Yan Muyun felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart, and he had the urge to tear the document in his hand into pieces.

But he finally endured it and read it word for word.

As his gaze continued to move downward, Yan Muyun's hands began to tremble slightly, and the paper in his hands made friction and shaking sounds.

He vaguely heard the sound of his heart beating, like a balloon that expanded to its breaking point and then suddenly shrank into a shriveled ball. The blood was like boiling water, roaring all the way to the top of the head, even filling two eyeballs, causing the edges of the vision to be gradually saturated with blood red.

How could they... how dare they ask Yan Long to shoulder such a heavy and sinful mission?

Yan Muyun could hardly suppress the thought of revenge in his heart.

He wanted to make all those who proposed this plan and supported its implementation personally feel the pain of killing blood relatives. He wants to use red blood threads to forcefully control these people and make them kill their children, parents, partners, brothers and sisters.

And he wanted them to stay awake from beginning to end while doing all this, watching helplessly as their hands held sharp blades, either slitting the throats of the people they loved most, or stabbing into their hearts.

He wanted to see them cry in pain and hear them howl hysterically, but there was nothing he could do to stop it from happening.

When they knelt beside the bodies of their loved ones, he said in an admiring tone: What a strong willpower, I almost couldn't control you, really almost, only a little bit, but it's a pity that you seemed to have accepted your fate in the end. ...

Yan Muyun suddenly felt a biting chill coming from the top of his head. The chill quickly spread down his neck to his chest and back, making him shiver unconsciously.

"Crack, snap."

Ice cubes fell on the table and the ground. Some rolled around a few times, and some broke directly.

Yan Muyun raised his head numbly and found Zhang Xixue standing beside him at some point, holding an empty cup in his hand.

It originally contained the sugar-free Coke with ice that he wanted.

"It's a bit of a waste." Yan Muyun licked the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, Zhang Xixue pounced on him without warning, hugging his neck tightly regardless of the fact that he was covered in coke.

Yan Muyun was startled: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Xixue's voice was low and her body was trembling: "You don't know, you looked so scary just now."

"Really?" Yan Muyun patted her shoulder comfortingly like coaxing a child: "I'm just a little angry...well, maybe not just a little, but very angry..."

"No, you're not angry."

Zhang Xixue shook her head slightly, and Yan Muyun felt her warm and soft cheek rubbing against his neck, which was a little itchy.

"The way you looked just now, it was like you were a different person... I have only seen that look on a murderer who was cornered... It was no longer angry, Not anger, but madness...the hysteria of a complete loss of reason and a desire to retaliate against everyone in the most brutal way imaginable.”

Zhang Xixue straightened up suddenly, held Yan Muyun's face in her hands, and said as if she mustered all her courage:

"The Yan Muyun of the past would never show that kind of look."

"Really?" Yan Muyun smiled and repeated in a low voice: "The Yan Muyun of the past would never show such a look."

"Yes." Zhang Xixue closed her eyes tightly and gently pressed her forehead against his: "The you I know will never show that kind of terrifying expression no matter what happens. You now are absolutely not normal."

After hearing the word "abnormal", for no reason, Yan Muyun's mind flashed to a round face that always had a kind smile on it, and the look in the eyes of that round face before it died. Banter.

He shivered, and most of the chaotic thoughts in his mind stopped instantly.

Is it really him? Even if you die, you still want to disgust me in the end?

Yan Muyun shook his head vigorously, erasing that round face from his mind.

Yang Qi's power is not to predict the future. How could he know that his mood would have such a big ups and downs in the near future...

Recalling his previous thoughts, Yan Muyun knew that Zhang Xixue was right. If it were him before, no matter how angry he was, he would never have such crazy thoughts.

Could it be that the side effects of absorbing the king-level black-winged ghost have not been completely eliminated?

Maybe.

Yan Muyun, who had completely calmed down at this time, could even vaguely understand the plan.

From an overall perspective, if he really goes crazy in the future and mankind has reached a critical moment of life and death, using some means to continue his superpowers seems to be an effective choice to preserve his power.

But when that time came, Yan Muyun couldn't tell whether his superpower was a power or a curse.

I have gone crazy because of my ability to absorb alien species. Can the person who bears my own superpower be completely immune to this kind of backlash?

Those who involuntarily forced Yantaki to become risk takers deserved to die.

Thinking of this, Yan Muyun's eyes became a little colder again.

To be honest, looking at the previous documents, he felt chilled at most because he was not trusted, but to be honest, he was not that surprised. It's like you already knew that you probably couldn't tolerate Houttuynia cordata, but only when you really tried it did you realize that you really couldn't tolerate Houttuynia cordata.

Yan Muyun had known all this for a long time, but he just couldn't confirm it or was unwilling to confirm it.

However, this last document undoubtedly touched his nerves.

Back then, Yan Muyun could stand in front of his parents regardless of his own life, but now he can protect his only two relatives in the world at all costs.

Yan Yiming and Yan Long...

Anyone who dares to take advantage of his brother or nephew, Yan Muyun must make them aware of the consequences of doing so.