Chapter 356 Death Sahara (33)

The reason why the 30 degrees north latitude journey is called an unsolvable journey by the hostel is not only because it has no specific tasks and no end indicators, the only requirement given by the hostel is to "explore", most of which are lost monuments or death restricted areas with countless mysterious dangers.

The harsh climate, harsh environment, naturally mutated and polluted monsters from historical myths, those unknown horrors, no support and no hostel assistance, the props are extremely weakened, and it all depends on the traveler's own strength and title. These are the standard features of the 30 degrees north latitude journey.

But what is really called unsolvable is the unique pollution in every 30 degrees north latitude journey.

In fact, the pollution of the 30 degrees north latitude did not leave much impression on Wei Xun before, and it was not even as impressive as the "cannot see, can not hear, can not see" pollution when he first encountered * * *. Because whether it is the crazy sun pollution, the black desert dead silence pollution, or the assimilation pollution of the ancient oasis, there is no too terrifying performance, and it did not make Wei Xun feel dangerous.

Even after mastering the blood-sucking knife, these pollutions can be transformed into a large amount of energy to feed back to him, so Wei Xun was just curious, but never too vigilant. Seeing the Half-Life Taoist and Zhang Xingzang, even An Xuefeng and the Dream Chaser were terrified by the unsolvable pollution, Wei Xun just thought that he was special, or that they didn't have enough butterfly fragments.

But now Wei Xun knows that the ones he encountered before were never really, horrible pollution invasions.

In fact, just as An Xuefeng worried, Wei Xun's situation was very bad at the time. He didn't know how he called the butterfly fragments in the Star Driller worm. At that moment, he seemed to lose control of his body, and stood strangely from a third-party perspective, watching how "he" called the butterfly fragments and how he cut the worm meat containing the butterfly fragments.

He wanted to eat it.

Wei Xun knew clearly what he was going to do next. It was a kind of strong emotion and desire that was almost morbid, which came from the butterfly fragment in his heart. The piece of worm meat that was cut off also looked like the shape of a heart. He wanted to eat it, wanted more and more - if he had fainted a second later, he would probably really swallow this piece of worm meat.

But although he was unconscious, Wei Xun's consciousness was still strangely awake. He seemed to be using the remains of the corn shoots to "watch" everything that happened next from a third-party perspective.

There is a monster living in my body, and it is taking over my body.

Such a strange thing happened, but Wei Xun remained calm, and even had some curiosity and interest.

The butterfly fragment was "awakening", Wei Xun thought, it was gradually occupying and controlling his body. It was like a secondary personality, and it was like the "possession" plot written in some novels, and he, the original owner, was squeezed out and excluded. , And it was very "smart".

The purpose of putting the dying corn shoots back into the magic worm ball was not to protect them, but to prevent Wei Xun from using the corn shoots to do more things. With only the remains of the corn shoots that were constantly corroded by the worm blood, Wei Xun could only "observe" but could not communicate with An Xuefeng or speak.

No one could hear him speak, and no one could see him move. This state could easily make people feel helpless, but Wei Xun knew that someone could find out that something was wrong with him at the first time.

Wei Xun looked at An Xuefeng, and the golden little gecko was lying on the Returning Blade. The orange-yellow light emanated from the Returning Blade, protecting him from being corroded by the infiltrating worm blood, but this was only the most superficial effect. One of the real characteristics of the Returning Blade was to trace back.

Even if An Xuefeng could not use his full strength, the things covered by the knife light would slowly trace back, just like Wei Xun's body, just like his abnormality at the moment - trace back, back to the time when he was not injured, back to the time when everything was normal.

I was suddenly unconscious after cutting off the butterfly fragments. I am afraid that it was not only because I consumed too much energy, but also because I was using the Returning Blade. An Xuefeng had already made all the necessary preparations to teach him the sword technique, share the control of the Returning Sword, and give him the Returning Sword to use.

He was not facing all this by himself, so even if he had not yet "returned" to his body, Wei Xun was not nervous. He could even observe "himself" calmly from a third-party perspective, observing the worm meat that contained the butterfly fragments and was wriggling slightly.

I can't fuse more butterfly fragments for the time being.

Wei Xun thought.

One-quarter of the butterfly fragments might be a certain boundary point. The butterfly fragments of the puppeteer who had been fused might have brought the butterfly fragments in his body to a critical point. The scene of getting the butterfly mouthparts blood-sucking knife and entering the ancient oasis was repeated, making the butterfly fragments belonging to the ancient oasis more and more active. These quantitative changes added up to the final qualitative change.

But it was better to expose the problem early than to keep lurking and growing until it was irreversible in the end.

Did my brother expect this situation?

Wei Xun even had the leisure to think about this, but after thinking about it, he felt that this question didn't make much sense. All the unknowns are due to insufficient strength. When he leaves Sahara this time, Wei Xun thinks he will have enough strength to go to the Sun Gate and see his brother with An Xuefeng.

The remains of the corn shoots were quickly corroded. Wei Xun lost his "eyes" and could no longer see all this, but he could feel the arrival of Zhang Xingzang and the Half-Life Taoist, who took them out of the Star Driller worm and floated upwards. But just as the worm was about to leave the blood, the Star Driller worm with the butterfly fragments leaving its body finally exploded.

The deathly pollution surged and submerged them. This pollution was so terrifying and powerful that even the butterfly power that had been faintly preventing Wei Xun from returning to consciousness was swallowed up and crushed, and unwillingly pressed back into the depths of his heart. In an instant, Wei Xun's body sank and returned to himself, but then he was also invaded by the deathly pollution and fell into a real coma.

* *

The burning sensation ignited the skin, burning from the skin to the internal organs, bringing unbearable pain.

The prayers were endless, and the crazy and pious emotions made people sick. The intense nausea made Zhang Xingzang's Adam's apple move slightly. He resisted the desire to vomit, but his breathing suddenly became heavier.

This was when he was imprisoned in the sun clock. The crazy and pious prayers and unbearable heat surrounded him. Once he was infected by the pollution of the crazy sun, the unpious people would be burned by pain and tortured by the sun again and again until their hearts collapsed and they converted to the crazy sun.

This was something that ordinary people could not bear at all, but Zhang Xingzang had calmed down as quickly as possible. He knew clearly what was happening now - they were being invaded by the heavy pollution of death.

Trouble.

Zhang Xingzang thought, and he was forced to suppress his anxiety as soon as he arose. In the invasion of death pollution, all your perceptions and emotions will be infinitely magnified and become a terrifying torture. It will torture you to the point of complete collapse, and you will actively hope to abandon all your perceptions and emotions, and actively hope to return to death.

At this time, you will also be completely invaded by the pollution of death, which is the real torrent of death. Compared with it, the pollution of death in the black desert is like child's play.

The clay sculptures of the four sacred beasts collapsed one by one, and the crazy prayers were endless, but Zhang Xingzang was able to put it all behind his mind. Zhang Xingzang knew that what he saw and felt now were illusions and hallucinations. Even if all this was extremely real, it presented the people and pictures that were the most profound and most influential in your memory or fantasy.

The only way to resist it is not to listen, not to see, not to think, and not to have any emotional fluctuations, but this is really difficult.

The butterfly fragments left the body, and the dead torrent caused by the crazy driller worms could only affect him for a quarter of an hour at most.

Zhang Xingzang thought that when he explored the Sahara of Death with Dream Chaser, he encountered a stronger pollution torrent, so he could withstand it this time.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.

Dream Chaser hasn't come for a long time.

He thought.

In an instant, Zhang Xingzang's heart seemed to be tightly grasped, and he was a little breathless. Even though he knew that he had to suppress his emotions and knew that this was an illusion, Zhang Xingzang couldn't help it at this moment. With an unspeakable panic, he seemed to have really returned to the past, the difficult ten years.

Sometimes Zhang Xingzang didn't want Dream Chaser to save him, it was too dangerous, and sometimes Zhang Xingzang hoped that Dream Chaser would come. Regardless of success or failure, at least he could see his little dragon and confirm that Dream Chaser was still alive.

What is Dream Chaser's real name?

I don't know.

What does Dream Chaser really look like?

I don't know.

What disease does Dream Chaser have in reality?

Zhang Xingzang had guessed all these things, and the illusion dug up everything and showed them in front of him. Zhang Xingzang guessed that Dream Chaser might have "Sleeping Beauty Syndrome", which is extremely rare. Most patients are women. There are only about a thousand people suffering from it in the world, of which about 70 are men.

He also thought that Dream Chaser was such a good person and shouldn't be so unlucky.

Zhang Xingzang thought that if he could really get out alive, or when he finally went to the battlefield, he should know Dream Chaser's real appearance and real name. He heard from his predecessors that the constraints of the hotel would be weakened to the extreme at that time. If the tour guide could still stay awake, he would hardly hide his passengers and his own team.

But could he live to go to the battlefield?

Even though he knew clearly that he had come out now and Dream Chaser was not far away, Zhang Xingzang still couldn't suppress the magnified panic. This was his deepest nightmare when he was imprisoned in the sun clock.

In an instant, the scene around him changed.

It was very quiet around, and the cold wind blew, carrying the damp smell of wet soil, the smell of rain. When Zhang Xingzang realized this, the damp smell suddenly became a thousand times heavier, drilling into his lungs like a drill and rushing straight to his brain.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you okay?"

A worried voice came from the side, but the voice that should have been gentle in his memory sounded extremely sharp and piercing to Zhang Xingzang at this moment, making his head buzz. His five senses seemed to be magnified dozens or hundreds of times. Any small sound, the friction of folds, and the sound of breathing sounded like deafening thunder to him at this moment.

"I'm fine."

Zhang Xingzang took a breath and said softly. He knew that the person next to him was his mother who had long passed away and whom he had always missed, but Zhang Xingzang looked at his nose and his heart, without any emotional fluctuations.

"How pitiful, what a good young man, so young..."

"Rare disease, never heard of..."

The voice of others muttering to themselves resounded in Zhang Xingzang's mind. Someone opened the door, and the nauseating smell of incense ash was replaced by the smell of rain. In the cold wind with raindrops, there was paper money that had not been burned out.

This is a funeral.

Zhang Xingzang lowered his eyes and saw the front of his black suit and a white paper flower pinned on his chest.

He was attending a funeral.

"I heard that this disease is mainly suffered by women. I don't know why he is so unlucky. Alas..."

"Yes, it seems that only 70 men in the world have suffered from this disease. What is it called? It is-"

The words of others made him quickly push past these illusory figures and walk to the coffin.

The wetness in front of his face was raindrops blown by the wind, or mixed with other liquids. Zhang Xingzang looked at the person lying in the coffin, with soft black hair and a bouquet in his arms. He was lying quietly and peacefully. There, it was as if he had just fallen asleep. Even though his face was blurry, Zhang Xingzang knew who was in the coffin.

It’s chasing a dream.

Tears fell silently, and only a trace of sadness was revealed before it was caught by the pollution and magnified countless times. Zhang Xingzang couldn't help but choked. He closed his eyes, and the hand holding the coffin was trembling. After all, he could no longer remain calm. .

* *

At the same time, Wei Xun also smelled the strong smell of rain, and the sound of the plane taking off was deafening, as if it was about to crush his eardrums. It's raining outside, and there's damp rain everywhere.

Wei Xun knew this was an illusion because he remembered that when he took a plane to go to college, Wei Xuechen didn't come to see him off.

But now, he was holding that man's hand.

"You have to study hard when you go there."

The deep male voice sounded, familiar yet unfamiliar, and the touch in his palm was also too unfamiliar. Wei Xun rarely had physical contact with others. Even with his brother, they had never had real contact with each other a few times, and they had never heard of this kind of advice.

Is this the effect of a torrent of deathly pollution? What happens next?

Wei Xun couldn't help but think that he should have strong negative emotions, but his illness itself would make Wei Xun lack negative emotions, so he was relatively calm until Wei Xun noticed Wei Xuechen's hand trying to pull away .

This made Wei Xun instantly sensitive! This kind of thing has happened countless times since entering the hotel. The feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't hold on to was simply aroused Wei Xun's PTSD. He didn't try a reverse grip because every time he tried to hold on, he failed, but Wei Xun subconsciously thought that when he couldn't hold his brother's cloak, someone should come out at this time——

"Hands up, you're under arrest."

When An Xuefeng's cold and serious voice sounded, and when he saw the black barrel of the gun pressed against the back of his brother's head, Wei Xun suddenly felt relieved.