You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

"How violent," came the "Hidden" exclamation.

Zhong Xun opened his eyes instantly. He was back in the innermost room on the third floor. He turned his head and met a pair of slightly guilty-looking, beady eyes.

Zhong Xun sneered: "You think I won't wake up?"

"Hidden": "Where is it!"

Indeed, "Hidden" thought, "In general, when ordinary people enter such an illusion, they will be swallowed up by the illusion. If this happens day after day, it will slowly form a miasma, and the physical body will naturally perish."

But Zhong Xun was completely unaffected.

That's truly perverted!

"Someone's come in," said "Hidden." "I've answered all your questions, can you let me go now?"

Before the space shattered, Zhong Xun asked in surprise, "As a pollutant, have you always been this naive and innocent?"

"?"

The tentacles enveloped the black sphere. Zhong Xun's intention was to hide "Hidden" in his clothes or pocket as soon as possible. However, the black sphere struggled violently. When Zhong Xun violently pulled back, the tentacles subconsciously retreated into his body, pulling "Hidden" along with it and entering Zhong Xun's body.

Zhong Xun: "?"

"Hidden" cried out in despair, "You beast! What have you done to me?!"

Zhong Xun thought to himself, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you this?"

He pressed his forehead to suppress the dizziness caused by the foreign object invading his head.

"Wow, is this your spiritual sea?" "Hidden" exclaimed. "Aren't you an Omega? How can you possess such a vast spiritual sea?"

It's in the mental sea? Zhong Xun was only surprised for a moment before he relaxed. He wasn't worried at all that this Class C pollutant would affect his rationality. Tentacles were everywhere in his mental sea, and if there was any disturbance, he could extract it from this year to next year.

Before Zhong Xun could answer "conceal," the space shattered, and he was punched to pieces from the outside.

"Concealment" seems to share Zhong Xun's vision. "Luckily, I ran fast. An S-rank adjudicator, wouldn't I be finished if I fell into his hands?"

Completely forgetting that it didn't run away at all, but was dragged into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhong Xun looked up and saw the man, tall and imposing, striding in.

Zhong Xun stumbled.

In fact, Zhong Xun had experienced the most excruciating pain in the world, so this discomfort was completely within his tolerance. However, perhaps because Meng Jingting's figure was too determined as he rushed over, the pheromones of the cypress scent enveloped Zhong Xun even faster than his owner, and he suddenly felt tired.

Meng Jing caught Zhong Xun.

The man's usually deep and steady voice was tinged with anxiety: "How are you?"

"I feel dizzy," Zhong Xun whispered. "Meng Jingting, I think I just became the girl who killed a family of three. I saw an old man in room 503."

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Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang, who arrived just in time, looked surprised.

The innermost room of 503 was indeed occupied by an elderly woman, but she had passed away two days before the incident, so it was not reported.

Just minutes earlier, the boss had killed the male homeowner who had turned into a pollutant, but the problem was that the miasma had not disappeared.

Theoretically, once the source of pollution is eliminated, we should return to the present world.

"Could the source of the pollution be that girl?" Sun Chen murmured.

"Impossible." Zhong Xun leaned against Meng Jingting's chest and slowly walked out. "Have you forgotten? Dead people can't become pollutants. At least they have to be in a near-death state. The girl was the last one to die. If she was the source of the pollution, then this family of three couldn't possibly become pollutants."

Sun Chen was unconvinced, but he couldn't refute it.

Another wave of nausea and vomiting hit her. Zhong Xun frowned slightly, her thin lips were bloodless, and her jaw was pale, showing a heartbreaking fragility.

Meng Jingting tightened his embrace, "I'll just tear through the miasma..."

Zhong Xun shook his head, then said in a hoarse voice, "The source of the pollution is that old man."

Sun Chen: "Huh?"

But after his initial shock, he gradually realized that this made sense; there must have been a source of contamination before the family of three died.

This explains why, despite the different order of death, all the bodies became contaminated.

Zhong Xun endured the commotion, stood up straight, and said, "From the girl's perspective, I saw some things that were unknown to others. She knew the old man and came to visit him, but was later captured and imprisoned by the beasts in 503. The old man was probably tortured to death by them."

Unable to close their eyes before death, their resentment soared to the heavens, attracting pathogens that contaminated the area. During the formation of "miasma," the family of three and the girl died one after another, thus becoming completely contaminated.

Zhang Yingyang: "But we didn't see a girl."

"Go ahead and look for it," Zhong Xun said. "Anyway, those three pollutants have already been dealt with."

Moreover, the "concealment" was stored in his spiritual sea, and this "mist" was just the most ordinary C-level "mist," which Meng Jing could easily break with a single finger.

The sixth floor wasn't easy to find, and just as Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang were about to split up, Zhong Xun suddenly said, "Let's go to the sixth floor, focusing on the rooms facing the sun on the left and right sides."

She couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but when she put herself in that girl's shoes, Zhong Xun sensed a sliver of warmth remaining in her desolate heart; she especially wanted to live with the old man.

They lived in a place with plenty of sunshine, no worries about food or clothing, and only the two of them.

Reaching the sixth floor, Zhong Xun felt extremely uncomfortable. He coldly asked in his mental sea, "Hidden, what are you doing?"

But there was no response.

"Meng Jingting..." Zhong Xun unconsciously gripped the man's collar, her voice hoarse.

Since waking up, Zhong Xun's friendliness and gentleness were all self-realized protective colors. He was as cold and hard as a snow mountain and as hateful as the deep sea. When he was finally free, he made up his mind to take revenge on the thing that had turned him into a puppet and to scrape off the other party's flesh and blood inch by inch.

But nestled in Meng Jingting's arms, smelling the familiar pheromones, this discomfort inexplicably transformed into the softest bitterness. Zhong Xun whispered his name, saying nothing more.

"You two go and search the room on the left first," Meng Jing ordered.

"yes!"

Once the surroundings quieted down, Meng Jingting remained silent for a moment before lowering his head.

Giving Omega pheromones is the fastest way to calm them down.

The scent of cliff cypress wafted into my body, gently easing the tension in my mind caused by discomfort.

In two lifetimes, this was one of the few times Zhong Xun could sense Meng Jing's pheromones.

Before long, Zhong Xun's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, a few beads of sweat gathered on his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes, and the young man's eyes were misty as he looked up at him.

Meng Jing heard his Adam's apple bob slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Zhong Xun nodded honestly: "Mm."

Zhong Xun's complexion visibly recovered, and by the time Sun Chen and Zhang Yingyang returned, he was already able to move freely.

"There's nothing in the room on the left," Zhang Yingyang reported.

Even though Meng Jingting had precise control over pheromones and didn't leak a single trace, the subtle fragrance emanating from the valley still made Sun Chen slightly lose his composure...

The next second, the barrier sprayed directly onto my face.

Sun Chen looked up and met Meng Jingting's cold and stern face.

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