Chapter 173: Whistle to Yan Ming, come with me

Chapter 173: Whistle to Yan Ming, come with me

After being pounced on by the giant wolf, Mu Zhiming was surprised for a moment, but he was not flustered.

Is this the spiritual body of the dark sentinel?

Really different from ordinary people.

The bowed body, terrifyingly sharp fangs, murderous green eyes, and a dangerous whimper in his throat, it seems that he will bite Mu Zhiming's throat and tear him to pieces in the next second.

However, the wolf didn't immediately hurt Mu Zhiming, and it was just a protective action made by the Sentinel because the sentinel's territory was violated.

The giant wolf seemed restless for some reason. If you looked closely, you could see a wound under the fur on its right front leg, which was **** and viscous and festering. The location of the injury was the same as that of the sentinel sitting on the chair. With a big mouth, the sharp teeth rubbed against Mu Zhiming's fragile side neck, not hurting him, just a sharp and mild pain that was almost negligible.

At this moment, a big snow-white fluffy tail gently touched the ears and cheeks of the giant wolf.

The giant wolf turned around abruptly.

It was a snow fox that looked very docile, with eyes as blue as blue glass, and as white as snow, without a trace of variegation.

The giant wolf seemed to be attracted by the snow fox and walked towards it slowly.

Xuehu took two steps back, and the giant wolf followed two steps and left Mu Zhiming.

The giant wolf lowered his body, looked at Xuehu vigilantly, got closer and closer, and finally rubbed his face on Xuehu's neck and sniffed at it.

Xuehu obediently did not move, and let the giant wolf rub against him. After the giant wolf relaxed its vigilance and calmed down, Xuehu stretched out his pink tongue and first licked the fur on the back of the giant wolf. Lick down until it licks the injured right front leg of the giant wolf.

On the other side, Mu Zhiming also stood up.

He rubbed his fallen and hurt elbow and walked to the dark sentinel.

The Dark Sentinel didn't move, he lowered his head, his eyes were dull, and a shadow fell on his eyelids.

If he hadn't been able to detect his slight breathing, it would really be like a silent stone sculpture, lifeless.

Mu Zhiming squatted down in front of the sentinel, put his hand lightly on his wrist, and looked up at him.

He is really a handsome and handsome man, but his face is as pale as paper, his thin lips are bloodless, and his eyes are empty like a walking corpse.

Mu Zhiming held his breath and released his spiritual touch to try to enter the sentinel's consciousness, but all his spiritual touch was blocked outside a tall, dark, seamless wall, no matter how hard he tried, he would hit the wall.

This sentinel was clearly on the verge of collapse, yet he was still able to build such a strong barrier of consciousness.

Truly a sentinel of darkness.

But why, why was he unwilling to accept the spiritual guidance of the guide?

Mu Zhiming held the hand of the person in front of him, only to feel as cold as ice.

He tried to talk to the sentinel: "Don't hold on, it's all right, relax, you can try to rely on me, I will cure you."

"If you continue like this, you will die."

"You are safe, this is not space, your mission is over."

There was no echo, and a drop of ink poured into the sea, and was instantly washed away by the waves, and no trace was found.

Mu Zhiming hesitated.

Then he made a very bold decision.

He released his guide element.

A touch of wizard element can appease the restless sentry.

But the sentinel in front of him was not irritable, on the contrary, he was like a pool of stagnant water.

So Mu Zhiming didn't know if it was useful for him to do so.

But he wanted to give it a try.

The faint and cold fragrance of the white tea is as fresh as the air after the rain, entwining the two of them gently.

The giant wolf who was snuggling with Xuehu suddenly shuddered and raised his head.

At the same time, the sentinel in front of Mu Zhiming finally reacted, his eyes focused and he looked at Mu Zhiming.

In an instant, a gap appeared in the tall black wall.

Mu Zhiming's spiritual touch seized the opportunity and immediately entered the consciousness of the sentinel in front of him.

The scene in front of me changed suddenly.

Mu Zhiming closed his eyes and opened them again, and found himself in the middle of a battleship.

Before he could see the scene in front of him clearly, the huge fear and pain drowned him in an instant.

The guide's ability to resonate with emotion is very strong. Mu Zhiming was tortured by despair and mourning and fell directly to the ground. He suppressed the scream in his throat, looked up, and found that the battleship was teetering, and the console issued an out-of-control siren and sound. The dazzling red light, the cold and boundless space can be seen directly in front.

What makes Mu Zhiming instantly horrified is that all kinds of damaged battleships and...

Human remains.

Suddenly someone grabbed Mu Zhiming's ankle.

Mu Zhiming couldn't breathe properly and turned to look.

A man with a **** body and half of his skin burnt stared in horror, and a breathless **** ho sounded from his mouth.

He groaned and tried his best to ask for help: "Help me, help me..."

Mu Zhiming closed his eyes, endured the despair that was about to drive him crazy, withdrew his mental touch abruptly, and withdrew from the sentinel's consciousness.

Mu Zhiming leaned back and sat on the floor of the Jing'an Room, gasping for breath.

He wiped the cold sweat from his chin with the back of his hand, rested for a long time, and found that the communicator hanging on the wall of the Jing'an room was on.

Mu Zhiming stood up on his knees and walked to the communicator to connect the phone.

Admiral Wei Lingyun's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Colonel Mu, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Mu Zhiming let out a breath. He turned to look at the silent dark sentinel sitting on the chair, "Admiral, I found something."

Wei Lingyun: "What?"

Mu Zhiming: "This dark sentinel built his own consciousness barrier, not because he was rejecting the spiritual guidance of the guides, but to protect those guides."

Wei Lingyun: "?!"

Mu Zhiming: "He was trapped in his own mental picture and could not escape. Once a guide gave him spiritual counseling, he would unconsciously be pulled into his spiritual picture by him, and he would be tortured by the negative emotions in his spiritual picture. The guide is a little more fragile and prone to insanity, so he would rather have a mental breakdown himself than hurt others."

Wei Lingyun: "It turned out to be like this..."

Mu Zhiming said solemnly: "He is a great sentinel."

Wei Lingyun: "I understand the situation, Colonel Mu, please come out of the silent room first, and we will discuss the treatment strategy."

"No." Mu Zhiming said into the phone, "I have a solution, I want to try it out, Admiral Wei, time is running out, I'll call you later."

Mu Zhiming put down the communicator and walked back to the sentinel.

The giant wolf noticed something, raised his claws and walked towards Mu Zhiming.

Xuehu rushed to the front of the giant wolf, Hai Lan's eyes looked at it, making a coquettish purr, and leaned over to rub the giant wolf's nose with his wet nose, and licked its cheek with his soft tongue.

The giant wolf no longer paid attention to Mu Zhiming, and threw the snow fox to the ground, bit its ears lightly, and played with it.

Mu Zhiming squatted down in front of the sentinel again, held his hands, took a deep breath, released his spiritual filament, and re-entered his consciousness.

Sure enough, Mu Zhiming entered his consciousness and was immediately pulled into his mental picture.

This time, Mu Zhiming was mentally prepared and opened his own barrier in the sentinel's mental picture.

Opening a barrier in the mental picture of others is an extremely difficult task in itself, and many S-level wizards cannot do it.

Not to mention opening a barrier in the mental picture of a dark sentinel.

Mu Zhiming is likely to be attacked by his consciousness, causing irreversible brain damage

But now, Mu Zhiming can't take care of that much anymore, saving people is more important.

Mu Zhiming opened his eyes, it was still a broken and out-of-control warship, and it was still a terrifying scene of a sea of ​​blood.

But because the barrier was opened, Mu Zhiming was not affected by the pain this time.

To Mu Zhiming's great fortune, he was not attacked.

The sentinel's instinct was very forgiving of him.

Mu Zhiming looked around and found the person he was looking for.

The dark sentinel was carrying a sentinel blistered and disfigured by the radiation of the planetary explosion into the medical room.

"Live!" The Dark Sentinel growled with bloodshot eyes.

He kept saving people.

But he saves one and dies.

The teammates he fought side by side died in a terrible state before his eyes and beside him.

There was nothing he could do.

No one can save him.

He promised them that he would bring them back to Jinxing intact and bring them to their family.

But they were all dead, in utterly dilapidated appearances, in this icy space.

At this moment, someone suddenly held his hand, which was full of tissue fluid, blood, and even pieces of meat.

Gu Heyan was stunned and looked up.

"It's over." Mu Zhiming said, with tears in his eyes, "It's over."

"It's not over, they're still alive..." Gu Heyan muttered absentmindedly, turning his head to look around.

Mu Zhiming reached out and held his face, so that he could only look at himself, and no longer see corpses, wrecks, damaged battleships, and silent space.

Mu Zhiming: "You can rest now, come with me."

He released his spiritual touch and gently stroked the consciousness of the already exhausted Sentinel, clearing the negative emotions from his head.

Mu Zhiming: "Let's go."

Gu Heyan: "Where are you going?"

Mu Zhiming: "Go home."

In the silent room, Mu Zhiming half-knelt in front of the chair, put the dark sentinel's forehead on his shoulder, and wrapped his hands around his broad arms.

The dark sentinel's stiff body gradually relaxed, and he fainted in Mu Zhiming's arms as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.