The violent wind whistled, blowing a desolate tune. Dark red fountains of blood gushed out from beneath the swamp, dyeing the putrid mud red. They also dyed the dusky sky red.
In front of the fog, a few figures stepped forward. They were people who had hesitation, fear, and unwillingness on their faces.
"I don't want to go up … Can you please let me go …"
"Let me go, let me go …"
The trembling voices drifted through the wind. Some of them begged and begged for mercy. They did not want to step through the mud to reach the Sky Xuan members, they did not want to do what the voice wanted them to do. They wanted to leave this place, they wanted to go home.
At the same time, the besieged fog-breakers and Gu Jun could feel the foul air condensing into something solid.
"F * ck." Lou Xiaoning grumbled under her breath. The automatic rifle in her hand was no longer aimed at Tan Jinming but aimed at the group that was approaching them. However, the crosshair was aimed at this and that. Her finger that was lightly pressed on the trigger could not be pressed down. What should we do? Should we shoot them? "
This question was posed to the other mistbreakers as well. These people were obviously not members of the Life Order of Negative Choice, they had not been changed by the darkness.
Perhaps now, the so-called 'painful surgery' of the Life Order of Negative Choice was forcing them to undergo the so-called 'metamorphosis'.
The mistbreakers' mission was to save people, save Gu Jun, save Wang Ke, Cao Yicong and the other members, save the civilians, save the mutated babies …
Of course, these people were on the rescue list as well, they were part of the team's mental support.
Deng Ximei, Yu Chi, Feng Peiqian, Uncle Dan, Peacock, Malachite and Bell Grant stood with their backs against each other but none of them could pull the trigger.
They were normal civilians who had been kidnapped, how could they shoot them … But these people could turn dangerous at any moment.
They could not allow these people to get close to them …
"I …" Gu Jun was speechless. Looking at the group that was approaching him, it was mainly young adults but there were also elderly and children. The complicated emotions in his heart added to his anger. He shouted, "Tan Jinming, Lin Jing, Brox! Don't you think you're despicable? "
"Captain Gu, please don't shoot. I'll try to summon Byakee again." Yu Chi said urgently. Feng Peiqian quickly stopped him. "You need to maintain your spirit barrier! You still want to summon Byakee? Don't you think the darkness is eroding you fast enough? It's useless. I've tried, but I know it's useless here. "
Yu Chi was the one who had the hardest time resisting the spirit barrier. His spirit barrier was also the fiercest.
Ever since the team's mental pillar, the Net Tower, was built, the others knew about this, and were even a little affected by it.
Therefore, the fact that Yu Chi was able to suppress Brox's surge and weaken the dark consciousness here was a great contribution.
"Here …" Deng Ximei also frowned and said, "There's no way to fight darkness with darkness. It will only help it …"
Eight automatic rifles, grenades, and miniature missiles could not find the target.
More and more people were approaching. Tan Jinming, Chen Xing, Ah Meng, and the rest were all obscured. Only through the tiny gaps between the swaying could one vaguely see that they were still standing there. Their expressions were as cold as ever.
Gu Jun could not bring himself to say something like 'open fire'. Furthermore, that might not stop all of this.
He scanned his surroundings. He pulled his legs that were stuck in the mud, trying to think of a solution …
What was the weakness of this place, what was the weakness of that voice …
By then, the people who walked at the front were less than 30 metres away from them. The group could see the pain on their faces intensifying. Red eyes, struggling facial muscles, begging. "Let me go back, let me go back …"
A young man with a rotund body and normal appearance stopped his shaking footsteps. His sobs suddenly turned into a wail. He refused to move forward anymore.
The man's eyes kept twitching and his facial muscles twitched. Between the wails, there was the sound of someone clearing his throat. He was obviously a patient with Tourette Syndrome.
"Let me go back …" The man wailed again and again. He was on the verge of kneeling on the ground.
Suddenly, a giant black tentacle surged out from the mist. It grabbed the Tourette man by the throat and lifted him up into the air before slamming him back into the swamp. With a dull thud, mud splattered everywhere. Half of the Tourette man's body was submerged in the mud.
"Weak, weak, weak!" The voice rang out again, cold and rough. "Weak!"
The man with Tourette Syndrome was not dead yet, and he did not appear to have fainted. His body was still struggling. He had trouble breathing and was trying to stand up …
"You were given the nickname Zhu Bajie when you were young. It was given to you by your classmates who bullied you because you always scrunched up your nose and mouth and grunted like a pig. The teachers thought you were mischievous, the classmates thought you were weird, but you slowly accepted it. You accepted that you were the kind of person they said you were. You failed in your studies and became addicted to video games. "Do you like being a pile of mud that much? Do you like to live that kind of life? Then I'll just stay inside! Weak, weak, weak! "
Suddenly, another huge tentacle shot out of the fog and grabbed another young man in a wheelchair, who was in a daze, and pressed him heavily into the mud.
"You were born with hemophilia, your biggest wish is to run like a normal person under the sun. All your efforts are for health, to live a normal life … Pathetic, weak! There are seven billion people in the world, what you can't get no matter how hard you try is something that others are born with. You are actually talented in art but you have never had the chance to showcase it. You have been buried. Why are you so lost? Weak, weak! "
Around them, the others who had stopped earlier continued to move forward in fear while others collapsed to the ground.
A crippled child cried out. Next to him was an ugly but determined woman in her thirties who protected the child even though they did not know each other.
"You are demons!" The woman cursed between sobs. "Of course you are a different species from us, you are demons!"
Another giant black tentacle suddenly flew out, grabbed the woman, lifted her up and pressed her into the mud …
"You have experienced three failed relationships, all because of your wishful thinking. Those three men only treated you as a pastime when they were bored. They just wanted to test out the highly educated and talented women. They didn't even consider giving up on you. They never really took you seriously! Why, why, you are an excellent person. You have been trying your best to save yourself since you were young. Why can't you get happiness? Because you are ugly, it is that simple. No matter how hard you work, no matter how much you mingle with those good choices and attend high-class events, you are still a bad choice. But the things you desire, the things you treasure, are what those beauties were born with, and they never treasure. Most of them squander their bodies. They live a superficial life that you disdain. They don't read books. They are prostitutes. But as long as they are willing, those three men you like will kneel in front of them. Because they are good choices. "
The wind was still howling. The woman who was pressed into the mud struggled and trembled …
Why, why …
Why is it so difficult …
Suddenly, another huge tentacle shot out, grabbing another confused man in a different direction and slapping him repeatedly on the muddy ground. Bang, bang, bang —
That man was in his early thirties. He looked normal, but he was mediocre, mediocre, mediocre.
"And you, you tried your best, but you couldn't get the beautiful women that were abandoned by the good choices. Isn't that what you want? They don't need to work hard, they win at the starting line. They won't even look at a mediocre person like you. Weak, too weak. Can you blame them? You are really mediocre. Your family is mediocre, your body is mediocre, and even your IQ is mediocre. You can't go to a good school, so you can only go to the worst school and study with those hooligans. You worked hard to get the first place, but you can only go to a second-tier university. Why, because you are mediocre! Youth, sincerity, romance … these are destined to have nothing to do with you. No matter how hard you work, how lucky you are, how successful you are, all you get are leftovers. Pitiful, a draw, weak! "
"Weak, weak, weak, pain, more pain, stronger, stronger!" the voice said, and it pierced into everyone's ears.
Those people were still moving towards the Mist Breakers in the middle. They were less than twenty meters away.
In the past two minutes, the Mist Breakers could only watch. Other than trying to shoot at the tentacles, there was nothing they could do.
Seeing the people being pressed deeper and deeper into the mud, their hearts felt like it was being cut by a knife.
With a dark face, Gu Jun gritted his teeth and stared at his ankles that were exposed through the mud …
He could feel his feet being invaded by the foreign object inside the Black Mountain Goat's uterus. If this was a connection, then the pain could be brought over.
He held the Carlop scalpel in his right hand and swung it.
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