Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

He grabbed Chu Ziyu's wrist and pressed his thumb on the purple needle mark.

Chu Ziyu turned his head slightly, and his silver hair fell down, covering half of his face.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked a tear in his combat uniform, his voice so soft that it almost disappeared into the air:

"You know... what it feels like when you have a Sentinel overload?"

His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his fingertips suddenly clenched the corner of his clothes.

"It's like... someone's taking an ice pick and chipping away at your bone marrow. It hurts so much, it really hurts so much."

A drop of cold sweat slid down his pale cheek.

"The medical department said..."

He suddenly let out a short laugh, a laugh that carried an indescribable sense of fatigue. "In this case, we need to combine it with the guide's spiritual touch... and continue soothing for at least four hours."

Lin Ci'an saw his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

"Chen Mo told me that you applied for 24-hour training isolation, but even the tower commander couldn't approve your communication permission."

He spoke so softly and calmly, as if he was just discussing tomorrow's weather.

But these words are sharper than any hysterical accusation.

Lin Ci'an's throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, making breathing difficult.

Chu Ziyu raised his eyes, and Lin Ci'an's figure was reflected in his eyes.

His voice was soft, but like a blunt knife, it slowly revealed the cruelest truth.

Chu Ziyu took off the generator from his neck and put it back in Lin Ci'an's hand.

Lin Ci'an's hand trembled violently, and the mental barrier generator fell to the ground with a clang.

"you..."

His voice was hoarse, and his outstretched hand was suspended in mid-air, with his fingertips only an inch away from Chu Ziyu's sleeve.

Silence spread between the two.

Lin Ci'an stretched out his hand to touch his face, but was stopped in mid-air.

Chu Ziyu grabbed his wrist, not with much force, but with an unyielding attitude.

“Don’t do that.”

He said calmly, "As if you care."

Lin Ci'an's fingers froze.

Chu Ziyu finally turned around, his brown eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water: "Actually, you can just continue to pretend you don't know."

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Anyway... I'm used to it."

These words stabbed into Lin Ci'an's chest like a knife.

He wanted to argue, but found that he had nothing to say.

He watched Chu Ziyu leave and only said one sentence in the end.

“I didn’t know… it would be like this.”

A voice came from far away on the wind.

"Yeah...I know."

"The blackening value is reduced by 10%. The current blackening value is 70%."

Basement 2

The contaminants in the darkness were more troublesome than the reports described.

A sticky black substance oozed out of the ventilation ducts, forming countless wriggling humanoid shapes.

The mental screams they emitted made the entire space tremble.

"Three on the left wing and five on the right wing."

Chu Ziyu's voice remained calm in the communicator, but there were painful groans in the background - these pollutants targeted the sentinels' keen five senses.

"6872, there are too few monsters here. Find me a few more."

Lin Ci'an felt mixed emotions, but he was still setting up the purification matrix.

The sudden severe pain from the other end of the mental link made his hand tremble, and the energy crystals scattered all over the ground.

"grass!"

He suddenly looked up, his mental tentacles penetrating the three layers of metal floor, and "saw" the scene of Chu Ziyu being besieged by fifty contaminated bodies. This far exceeded the number described in the mission.

This is of course all thanks to 6872.

Lin Ci'an knew he should go to support now, but...

What a great opportunity.

(Just delay for ten minutes...)

The communicator suddenly emitted a harsh noise, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

A sharp pain came from the other end of the mental link, as if someone was stabbing his temple with a red-hot iron rod.

"Chu Ziyu?"

no respond.

Lin Ci'an's breathing suddenly became difficult.

(What is he doing?!)

Not wanting the matrix anymore, Lin Ci'an broke open the security door and rushed into the passage.

The black cat spirit angrily bit all obstacles along the way, clearing the shortest path for him.

As he turned the corner, he saw Chu Ziyu's eyes gleaming coldly under the dim blue emergency light, blood dripping down the ends of his hair. His silver hair was stained with mucus, and his right arm was twisted unnaturally.

He knelt on one knee, his military jacket already torn, revealing his waist and abdomen burned by the corrosive fluid. Hideous purple-black marks were winding on his pale skin, as if some evil vines were devouring his flesh.

But the man still fought.

After the pulse gun overloaded and started smoking, he used the saber; after the saber broke, he actually tore apart the last contaminated body that rushed towards him with his bare hands.

Blood dripped from between his fingers, blooming scarlet flowers on the black mud on the ground.

“Are you fucking crazy?!”

Lin Ci'an grabbed him and asked, "Why didn't you call for help?"

Chu Ziyu raised his bloodstained face and suddenly smiled: "Is calling for help useful? Don't you want me to die here?"

This sentence was like ice water pouring through Lin Ci'an's body.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.