The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

An Changsong looked at her, unable to discern any emotion from her face, but he knew that the iceberg that supports the human world had just cracked open beneath the unseen depths of the sea.

"But what do you mean my son can be assigned?"

Do you think he wants to go?

Before An Changsong could speak, Su Jin added, "As An Changsong, do you want him to go?"

An Changsong was speechless: "You win."

He wanted it, he wanted it so badly!

Su Jin didn't say anything more, but reached out and pressed the communication button.

A cold, electronic voice sounded.

"Take command from White Eagle."

Her voice regained its usual calmness and authority; the conversation about her daughter had left no trace in her tone.

……

the other side.

The troop carrier started up again, the roar of the engine even more muffled and oppressive than before.

No one spoke in the carriage.

The air was heavy and stifling, with only the faint clanging of metal parts as vehicles moved by.

Wang Shuo leaned against the carriage wall, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on a certain point on the carriage floor, without saying a word.

The Yenching University students around him lowered their heads even further, wishing they could shrink themselves into their heavy protective suits.

Su Yuehe sat diagonally opposite Chen Guan, her hands on her knees.

She chose to come. When An Changqing approached her with the mission briefing and asked her to make her own choice, she did not hesitate.

"We are about to reach the target area. All personnel, prepare."

Li Ce's voice came through the internal communication system from the driver's cab, accompanied by a slight static.

The car gradually slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

The car door opened, and instead of the biting wind of the wilderness rushing in, there was only an eerie stillness.

Li Ce jumped out of the driver's seat. This time, he had no intention of returning to the camp. He was carrying a military pulse rifle and had a serious expression.

"The Speaker ordered me to take charge of perimeter security and be ready to provide fire support at any time."

Although modern technological weapons have limited destructive power, they are plentiful and plentiful, and as long as an individual's strength is not too excessive, they can be dealt with.

He nodded to An Changqing: "Be careful."

An Changqing nodded and led the team off the vehicle.

The sight before them made everyone stop in their tracks.

About fifty meters ahead, space shattered.

The light and scenery in that area were being distorted, folded, and reassembled in a way that defied the laws of physics, making it completely different from before.

In the dim blue light of the rift, a completely different scene would occasionally flash by: a purple wasteland under the sunlight, where the sky was still intact, without the huge wound that pierced the heavens and the earth.

"That was... the Northern Frontier twenty years ago?"

Li Yuqing muttered to herself and took the first step inside.

The screen of the detector in her hand flickered a few times, made a slight popping sound, and then went completely black.

A burnt smell wafted over.

"The equipment has malfunctioned," An Changqing said, drawing his long sword from his waist.

Just then, an immense mental pressure descended upon us.

"Ah!" One of the students next to Wang Shuo broke down first, clutching his head and kneeling on the ground, letting out a painful howl.

The other one also collapsed, curling up into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

Even Wang Shuo himself turned pale instantly, his body swayed, and he only managed to stay upright by supporting Qin Wu beside him.

A faint, ethereal shadow appeared on Long Ao's body as he struggled to maintain his balance.

Su Yuehe also felt a dizzying sensation, a sharp pain in her temples, and her vision began to blur.

An Changqing stood in front of her, his sword gleaming with a cool light, resisting the invisible pressure.

"Don't resist, just go with it."

Chen Guan's voice rang in everyone's ears, steady yet exceptionally clear.

The black mark flashed across the palm of his left hand.

The next instant, a gentle yet incredibly resilient mental force field silently unfolded around him, enveloping the twelve-person team.

The mental pressure that was enough to make even a fifth-tier ability user lose their composure was silently and completely devoured the moment it came into contact with this force field.

The two students, who had been wailing and clutching their heads, quieted down, panting heavily and covered in cold sweat.

Wang Shuo stared blankly at the coffin, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock and confusion. He couldn't understand how this mysterious coffin-carrying man, who had been silently following behind the group, could possess such immense power.

"What is that?" Huo Qixing looked at the coffin with surprise.

"An application of illusion," Chen Guan casually explained, his gaze fixed on the shattered spacetime ahead.

Just then, the distorted and chaotic image suddenly stabilized.

The camera focused, and a clear scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

A simple campsite.

A young man in a white lab coat had his back to them and was looking at something in front of him.

His profile was clearly defined, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking both refined and haggard.

"Father..." Su Yuehe called out silently in her heart.

My father now looks exactly the same as in the photo; he's in his prime, full of vigor and high spirits.

The person in the picture is Lu Ming, who looks almost twenty years younger.

The scene zoomed in a little further.

Only then did everyone realize that what Lu Ming was facing was a corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground...

It was called a corpse because the body was so thin that it was skin and bones, the skin was dry and shriveled and stuck to the skeleton, and there was no sign of life on the face.

Lu Ming was desperately resisting something; veins bulged on his forehead, and his lips moved, but he couldn't make a sound.

Then, the body moved.

Its head slowly rose, its empty eye sockets pointing in the direction of the crowd.

Her chapped lips parted, and a voice, both ethereal and incredibly clear, once again seeped from that space and time.

"Don't come any closer..."

[Please protect me with comments! Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, Aunt, please save me!]

Why do these horrifying scenes keep appearing? Waaaaah, I got lured in and killed.

[This could be considered a spin-off of Lao Su, it feels like Lao Su is about to undergo a super evolution.]

They're all just bitter gourds, fooled by the word "genius" for half their lives.

Chen Guan glanced at the comments and seemed to be thinking. It seems that An Changqing's protagonist aura is about to shift again.

This time it's Su Yuehe's home turf.

Moreover, what does it mean to be fooled by the word "genius" for half a lifetime?

May the riddle teller die a horrible death!

At this moment, the hollow eye sockets of the mummified corpse, piercing through twenty years of time, met everyone's gaze.

"Don't come any closer..."

After another sound, the ethereal voice dissipated.

The next second, the spacetime image in front of them completely collapsed.

Gone are the distorted, folded, broken mirrors; the space in that area has collapsed into a pure, dark vortex, with a ghostly blue light flowing along its edges.

"Oh no!"

An Changqing shouted sternly.

A terrifying suction force erupted from the center of the vortex, swirling up ice crystals and rubble from the ground to form a grayish-white tornado.