Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

After Xu Yan regained consciousness, he felt extremely unwell. All of his internal organs were aching, as if they had been crushed by a car. The strong smell of chemicals and the rusty smell of blood was in his breath.

He covered his heart where the pain was the most severe, endured the pain and opened his eyes, then looked around with the help of the light of some luminous potion.

This place looked like a laboratory. The collapsed medicine rack was deformed by something that hit it, and many medicines were broken, causing the air to become humid.

I don’t know what is leaking, but the sound of the dripping liquid is particularly obvious in this quiet environment. Every drop that falls makes people conjure up all kinds of horrible scenes in their minds.

Being in a place of extreme silence can be devastating.

Because your breathing, your heartbeat, and the sound of blood flowing in your veins seem to ring in your ears. The dripping water is like the blood flowing out of your body. As time goes by, you feel your body gradually getting colder. Every breath seems to bring a huge burden to your frozen lungs, causing cracks to appear on them and oozing bright red.

The young man in the white coat was almost as pale as his clothes. He was sitting in the corner of the room, with dried blood on the corner of his mouth. His beautiful, clear eyes were a little unfocused, and his breathing was shallow, as if he was about to die at any moment.

"Executive officer, are you all right?" 937's voice was a little shaky. "Do you need some painkillers?"

The injury to the soul is extremely difficult to heal with external force, and can only be healed slowly over a long period of time. What's more, Xu Yan suffered the backlash of snatching the rules of a small world.

If someone could see the soul, they would find that his soul was covered with tiny cracks. Although it was healing at an extremely slow speed, just looking at it was enough to make one feel excruciating pain.

"No, this little pain is nothing." Xu Yan replied nonchalantly. He was about to force himself to stand up, but suddenly stopped moving, and his whole body returned to the look of being about to die.

'Eh? ’

Just as 937 uttered a question, the door of the laboratory was kicked open with a bang. He was so frightened that he almost crushed the instant noodle-flavored bubble milk tea that had just been delivered to him.

The person who broke in was not worried about hurting the people inside. The door was kicked open and hit the culture tank opposite the door. The glass shattered and the door panel twisted.

"The mission targets in this world are pretty exciting." Xu Yan joked.

937 stared at the screen in front of him with a frightened look while holding his milk tea, and uttered a word from the depths of his throat with difficulty, "Huh?"

There must be someone holding a flashlight behind the person who broke into the room. At this moment, he was standing at the door with his back to the light, so his face could not be seen at all. All we could see was his superior figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. He was estimated to be about 1.85 meters tall.

Xu Yan narrowed his eyes and saw someone striding towards him. He no longer suppressed the injuries in his body. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth again, dripping onto his pure white coat, looking shocking.

The man let out a click of the tongue, bent down and picked up the half-conscious young man. His movements were not gentle at all, but rather a little impatient.

It was not until the young man frowned and groaned in pain that he slowed down his movements and adjusted the way he held the young man so that he could feel a little better.

However, after doing this, annoyance and irritation immediately appeared in his eyes, but he suppressed it and walked out while holding the person.

"Captain, is this the person you are looking for?" The young man on guard at the door leaned over to look at the person in his captain's arms. After a quick glance, he felt he couldn't take his eyes off.

It was the first time he saw such a good-looking person with dyed silver-gray hair. He couldn’t say that he was exactly the same as the character in a game he played before the apocalypse, but he could say that he was even better looking than the character in the game.

This was the second person he had seen who was this good-looking after the captain.

"Clear the way." The captain's cold voice sent a chill down the spine of the stunned young man. He immediately turned around and walked in the direction they were coming from, carefully clearing the way ahead.

Jiang Qingze originally just came here to look for supplies, and he didn't even think that the place that brought him nightmares was right here.

Looking at the broken gate and the zombies wandering in the institute, for some reason he actually walked in. When his teammates asked him about it, he said there were friends he knew here and wanted to see if they were still alive.

Haha, what friends are they? It’s more like they are enemies.

However, driven by a strange emotion, he still looked for that figure seriously in the research institute.

Logically speaking, given that man's intelligence, he shouldn't have died. He should have been hiding in some remote laboratory waiting for rescue.

It must be like this.

Along the way, Jiang Qingze saw many traces of battle, as well as some corpses that were damaged to the point where they could no longer be transformed into zombies. There were soldiers in military uniforms and researchers in white coats, but fortunately, none of them were him.

Judging from the traces of battle, this place should have been attacked by mutant zombies, and the level of this mutant zombie should not be low, otherwise this place guarded by heavy troops would not have fallen.

After he impatiently kicked open countless doors, he finally saw the person he was looking for.

The noble genius who always had an arrogant and indifferent expression huddled in a corner in embarrassment. His originally jet-black hair had somehow turned a dull silver-gray color. His head was tilted softly to one side, his forehead resting against the corner, his eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked lifeless as if he had been dead for a long time.

Jiang Qingze's heart suddenly tightened, and his whole body seemed to be fixed in place, staring at the young man until he saw his chest rising and falling faintly, then he regained consciousness.

As expected, he was not dead. I said that he couldn't die easily.

After all, the harm caused by evil lasts for a thousand years, and a person as cruel and vicious as him can only live for ten thousand years.

Jiang Qingze walked towards the young man with some irritability. Halfway there, he noticed that blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth and his breathing became weaker. His steps unconsciously quickened. Because he was a little flustered, he picked him up a little hastily. He didn't know where he hurt the young man, so he adjusted himself in a panic.

Wait, wasn't I planning to kill this troublemaker after I found him? What was I doing now?

Jiang Qingze's regret overcame all his emotions. He thought that if he really couldn't do it, he would just leave the person here to fend for himself, but he couldn't let go of the person's hands.

He was so annoyed that he licked his fangs hard.

As a result, when he found that his teammate was staring at him with an idiotic look, he was so annoyed that he wanted to blow something up to vent his anger.

For example, the head of this infatuated teammate.