Exposed!
Exposed already? Xiao Yushan’s heart skipped a beat—that kid had tricked him!
–So it really was you!-
A tiny black hole suddenly appeared, and the circular lights on the chests of dozens of people around all flared up. Triangular and quadrilateral polylines flickered and spread outward.
–That bastard!-
–Attack him with everything you’ve got—don’t let him get away!-
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Countless weapons rained down on him like a swarm beating a street rat.
But the moment the long spears and short knives struck, Xiao Yushan’s body was like a high-speed teleportation—he shot straight up from the ground with a blur, trailing an afterimage.
{How impulsive.}
It was unclear whether this remark was aimed at the crowd or at himself.
{Still, do you really think that’s enough to catch me?}
Soaring through the air, Xiao Yushan suddenly snapped back to reality. He felt his body’s parabolic arc warp instantly, and he flew even higher in a twisted, unnatural posture. Several high-altitude bandages shot toward him, wrapping his body layer upon layer.
The suspended Xiao Yushan’s back began to writhe.
A figure, like a parasite, arched up from the fabric on his back and poked out a shoulder.
{Come on, stab away! If he dies, this psi field will end.}
–I… what’s happening to me?!-
The roused Xiao Yushan was horrified. Behind him, he heard a voice that made his scalp crawl.
{You actually tricked me with that kind of question, Yang Zicang. You really are a despicable villain. Go ahead, kill him.}
–Wha, what? What do you mean ‘if I die, it’s over’?-
Everyone looked up, and Yang Zicang’s eyes narrowed slightly.
They all wanted to see the true face of the person who had grown out from behind Xiao Yushan.
The man who looked like Li Shangxiang sneered down at Yang Zicang, playing with a scalpel, then suddenly pressed it against Xiao Yushan’s throat, causing the man to widen his eyes in shock.
He still had no idea what was happening.
Yang Zicang glanced at Xiao Yushan:
–Mr. Xiao, are you willing to die for us?-
–What? Hey, don’t joke around. What’s going on?-
A bandage was stuffed into Xiao Yushan’s mouth, muffling his voice into a whimper in his throat.
{Trying to shift the responsibility for your escape onto others again? Heh, since you found me, come on, let me see what you plan to do next.}
As Li Shangxiang’s words fell, a bandage flew out from under Yang Zicang’s feet, instantly wrapping around his ankles. Yang Zicang reacted quickly, leaping to avoid it, but more bandages surged from all directions, like a huge net, trying to encircle him.
–Zi Zang, can you do it?- Morri shouted anxiously.
They had never imagined facing such a relentless enemy—it was over ten times more terrifying than the frenzied monsters in an A-grade intersection.
–Do you need our help?-
–Psychic energy is everywhere. Don’t make any rash moves.-
–Yang Zicang, we can invest in you too!-
Flashes of deceptive memories swept through Yang Zicang’s mind; he was already sixty to seventy percent certain of what he was up against.
–Don’t worry, I’ve got a way!-
I’ll have to go all out…
Everyone watched tensely as Yang Zicang was attacked by countless bandages ahead, while the Paleshade Wyrm had already started smoking.
–Ha!- Yang Zicang swung his hands, and the phantom black hole of Grav-Arc manifested before him.
–Since this is a psychic field!- He gritted his teeth and roared at the onrushing bandages. –Then change according to my will! Expand!-
Boom!
The black hole of Grav-Arc before him abruptly expanded, its immense suction force quickly drawing in all the bandages that had been coiling around him.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Every last bandage was pulled into it.
–So it can actually work like this!-
The thirty-plus people around stared in horror at the suddenly expanding black hole. They had originally thought it was merely the exit of Yang Zicang’s Cent-Arms, never expecting that at this moment it would truly turn into a powerful black hole.
As it grew larger, Yang Zicang’s clothes flapped wildly, and his face twisted in pain.
{Can you still keep expanding your black hole? Tsk, even in a psionic field, the cognitive inertia of reality can’t be altered indefinitely. How much longer can you hold out?}
Yang Zicang gritted his teeth as the phantom flames of Chronos around him blazed even fiercer. He drew a deep breath, channeling all his focus into the black hole before him, and then erupted with a sudden burst!
Boom!
An energy wave, so tangible it felt almost solid, exploded from Yang Zicang and poured entirely into the black hole!
Bang! Rumble!
Dozens or even hundreds of bandages cascaded into the black hole with a rustling roar, the entire hall quaking as if ready to shatter.
The thirty-odd onlookers stared in shock at the scene!
Yang Zicang, his hands hovering as if cradling the black sphere of energy, looked like a demon king dragging the very mouth of the abyss—sucking in each terrifying, steel-like existence one after another.
After the violent air tremors, the hall was far cleaner, yet between Yang Zicang’s hands, there was no longer any sign of a spinning energy sphere.
The air fell still.
Yang Zicang’s legs gave way, and he collapsed, struggling to prop himself up with his hands.
{Quite a thorough cleaning, isn’t it?}
–You!-
–Damned bastard!-
–Wretched thing, how dare you…-
Enraged, the crowd pointed and cursed, some of them charging toward Yang Zicang.
In an instant, a red scalpel flew from behind, straight toward Yang Zicang’s back heart; he subconsciously glanced sideways.
–Watch out!- Morri shouted, and the people around moved in unison, various weapons striking up.
–Counterfeit things!-
[Dispatch!]
The dispatch ability had grown much stronger—the flying knife instantly turned and stabbed into the ground.
{Why not stab here, then?}
The collapsed clothes bulged again. Xiao Yushan saw the monster behind him pressing its hand against his heart and whimpered in terror. Li Shangxiang, with a sickening yet helplessly eerie smile, coaxed and guided:
{Once you stab your gun, you’ll all wake up, won’t you? So many people have died already—one more won’t make a difference. What are you waiting for?}
……
The eyes of the people below shifted back and forth between Yang Zicang and the suspended Xiao Yushan.
Yang Zicang took a deep breath, forcing down a certain emotion rising in his heart.
He couldn’t help but think back to nearly two months ago, when he had first smuggled into Hub Town to treat Mu Xiaoyu’s injuries, and Zhu Yin had handed him that manual.
—I am the Blaze, Sergei Tenedorovsky.
When he raised that scorched manual on the black soil of the Frequency-Lost Land, the information inside gradually seeped into his heart.
—Silver and Red should not be separated; what links them is Black Gold. This is the precious intelligence obtained by our –Free Forward Legion.-
——… Information about the so-called –Black Gold- is hidden inside a bookshelf.
——… According to the intelligence summary, the bookshelf is located in a place called [Old World Archives].
——… According to the intelligence update, it should be inside an old-world organization called [Lost Illusion Company].
——… According to intelligence confirmation, to reach the Old World History Archives, one must first enter the Lost Illusion Company.
——… According to intelligence supplement, there are currently two known paths to the Lost Illusion Company, although it’s actually just one way.
——… First, go to the Place of Lost Frequencies. Below is some intelligence about the Place of Lost Frequencies… becoming a celebrity… silently dedicating oneself, transforming this world of suffering…
——… However, compared to accumulating hundreds of thousands of kilometers of safe driving by following the rules, a single instance of speeding at 300 mph might immediately draw more attention… but the consequences of such behavior are also severe. Anyway… here are special precautions…
——… If you confirm that you are being evaluated, be sure to maintain absolute emotional stability… According to speculations and summaries provided by those who failed, the evaluation likely consists of two or three items…
——It is not easy to come back once, and recording this information is also difficult. Although this is very dangerous and arduous, yet… if our wishes are the same and our aspirations aligned, please inherit this desire of ours: to dissolve the man-made barriers.
——No one gave us a mission; our wish is our mission. This is the belief of our Free Forward Legion.
——As long as you advance, you are the next bearer of the Free Forward Legion’s faith.
——Please keep it a secret, or, may you succeed.
{How much longer do you plan to sleep here?}
Yang Zicang looked up. Damn it—Li Shangxiang was busily moving a dark red scalpel up and down Xiao Yushan’s poor neck.
{You know, the conscious ones outside are fighting against the real me right now. They all want to protect you, keeping the ability-stealing sphere out of my grasp.}
Countless bandages surged from all directions in the hall, like waves trying to engulf Yang Zicang once again.
Yang Zicang gave a cold laugh.
He held out his hands as if dragging something, and the black hole of Grav-Arc reappeared, rapidly expanding. But his body suddenly swayed.
–No, Zicang—you’ve already expended too much mental energy.-
Bopoli supported the limp young man who had collapsed, while Morri kept a wary eye on the surroundings. Young Master Wang, Captain Qin, and the others blocked the rest, preventing them from getting near Yang Zicang.
–Isn’t there any other way to deal with him?- They gritted their teeth, watching from below with a mixture of helplessness and tension.
{Oh? Regretting coming to rescue people? If you hadn’t come, you wouldn’t be losing your lives. Why be a good person for nothing, huh? Heh heh…}
Someone below jumped up, pointing at Li Shangxiang and shouting:
–Fuck you! You Enightmare—you’ll never understand the human spirit!-
{Then go die!}
Bang! The man’s head exploded instantly as a bandage shot out. The remaining people were deathly silent, but smoldering anger burned in their chests.
–What do we do, Yang Zicang?-
–Zi Zang, maybe we should sacrifice Xiao…-
–Don’t be rash. It’s not hopeless yet.-
–What, Captain Zi Zang? Do you have another way out?-
Yang Zicang took a deep breath. What if he was wrong? No—the probability was already over seventy percent.
Nothing is ever a sure thing.
–Yes, I do.-
Li Shangxiang, who was holding Xiao Yushan hostage, watched with a sinister gaze as Yang Zicang raised his spear, aiming upward.
{Yes, that’s it. Throw it. Throw it at his heart, and you can end this psionic field early.}
Morri said, –Yang Zicang, you…-
–You’re going to kill Xiao Yushan?- The people around nervously watched Yang Zicang point his spear upward.
–He saved my life. How could I kill him without cause?-
–Then what?-
Ahead, Yang Zicang smiled. He abruptly reversed the spear and thrust it straight into his own heart.
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