Chapter 365 He has no vital signs
Han Ce was defeated for the first time in his confrontation with He Yang because he was speechless.
He cut the radio off and lost himself in his thoughts.
After entering that strange water film, his mental energy consumption rate during battle was several times higher than usual, and he was soon on the verge of a mental chaos.
In this mental state, he sank into a dream. Even though he knew he was dreaming, he was unable to break free from such a painful and suffocating situation.
Until Ai Wanxin appeared in his dream, glared at his father whose face was blurred, then pulled him, who was still a teenager, and ran away.
At that moment, his heart suddenly lightened. When he was young, when his father scolded him, punished him, and disciplined him, and wanted him to do everything according to his own ideas, he had wished so much that someone could take him away. However, no one in the family dared to disobey his father's authority. He could not resist and finally gave in.
Han Ce wondered vaguely, what would happen now if he had not listened to his father's arrangement and stayed in the Guard, but joined the special forces he wanted to join?
Moreover, Han Ce mobilized his mental power, and the storm in his spiritual sea had subsided, as if it had been channeled, so...
His eyes fell on the helicopter in front of him, as if he had penetrated the cabin wall and saw Ai Wanxin's neat and slender figure.
It was obvious that I had been at loggerheads with her since the first time they met, and this time she followed them to compete for credit. She could have not saved herself or her teammates, and could have just said that she had failed in her mission and died in the volcanic eruption. No one could find fault with her either in terms of procedure or reason. However, she still saved herself and her teammates, and even provided counseling for herself.
She must know how much trouble it would cause if the information that she was a guide leaked out, right?
She is really different from those politicians in Glory City who plan ten steps ahead, calculate the benefits of everything they do, and treat everyone as a tool.
Ai Wanxin, who had no idea of Han Ce's inner turmoil, was grabbing Qiong's hand, trying to enter his extremely unstable dream.
Pei Junlin and Yi Shenshou stood by her side. Yi Shenshou's face was full of worry and hesitation. Pei Junlin caught a glimpse of his complicated expression and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"
Yi Shenshou saw Ai Wanxin closed her eyes and sweat on her smooth face. She must have entered Qiong's dream. Worried that she might be in danger in the dream, he did not hide it and said, "I saw Xinxin in his dream, but she seemed to be seriously injured. I don't know why he had such a dream. Will Xinxin be in danger if she enters his dream?"
Pei Junlin blinked: "How can you see his dream?"
"Because one of my special abilities is to enter dreams. When I woke up, I found that he hadn't woken up yet, so I tried to enter his dream. However, his dream was too unstable and extremely xenophobic. I only took a look before I was forced back by his consciousness." Yi Shenshou whispered.
"He was seriously injured..." Pei Junlin looked at Ai Wanxin, a hint of worry flashing in his beautiful sapphire eyes.
Last time he and Brother Han analyzed that this red-haired man might have retained the memories of his previous life, and if only death could restart the timeline, then what Yi Shenshou saw could not be the last scene of his previous life, right?
"You just said that you can enter dreams. Can you send me into his dream too?" Pei Junlin asked.
Yi Shenshou thought for a moment and said, "His consciousness is very exclusive and extremely aggressive. If I use my entire consciousness to enter his dream, it may not work, but if I just want to take a look, I can try."
Pei Junlin patted his shoulder and said, "That's it. Don't worry. Just do your best."
Yi Shenshou nodded. He grabbed Pei Junlin's wrist and closed his eyes. Pei Junlin felt a flash before his eyes and his consciousness fell into a green mist. When the mist quietly dissipated, a vast expanse of gray-black scorched earth appeared in front of him, with thick, transparent, prismatic crystals scattered on it like children's building blocks.
Several huge mechas collapsed like mountains not far away, with black smoke rising from the broken bodies. Although the mechas were seriously damaged, Pei Junlin still saw a golden humanoid mecha at a glance.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat and his sight quickly moved towards the direction of the mecha.
Half of the humanoid mecha's outer shell seemed to have been melted by the high temperature, revealing flesh-like texture.
The silver capsule-shaped cockpit fell onto the gravel outside the mecha, the hatch popped open, and a blood-stained hand fell to the sand.
He was very familiar with that hand; he had seen it every day for more than twenty years.
Pei Junlin's heart was pounding, and just as he was about to go forward to get a clearer look, he saw Ai Wanxin, covered in blood, staggering towards this direction.
Beside her, a bright silver round metal ball followed her closely.
Pei Junlin asked in surprise: "Baby, what's wrong with you?"
He wanted to help Ai Wanxin, but found that he had no entity at all. Ai Wanxin walked straight past him and went to the cockpit.
Yi Shenshou's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "I can't hold on for much longer..."
Pei Junlin said anxiously: "Hold on a little longer!"
Ai Wanxin finally reached the cockpit. She couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a thud, leaving only a trail of bloody footprints on the ground behind her.
Pei Junlin was extremely anxious. He was sure that the person in front of him was indeed Ai Wanxin.
She was wearing her usual black T-shirt and an emerald skull earring on her left ear. Even without looking at these, Pei Junlin could make out her every look and expression.
How did she get hurt? Where is her power?
But no matter how anxious he was, he still couldn't do anything.
He saw Ai Wanxin use trembling hands to grasp the blood-stained hand hanging from the cockpit, and slowly dragged a person out of the cockpit.
When he saw that familiar face and that dazzling blood-stained blond hair, Pei Junlin couldn't help but look away.
That's him.
To be precise, it should be him in his previous life.
But Pei Junlin quickly turned his gaze back. He had an inexplicable premonition that this might be the ending of his previous life.
In his previous life, he unconsciously slipped from the cockpit into Ai Wanxin's arms. Half of his body and cheek melted like the golden mecha, and his chest did not move at all. Ai Wanxin put her hands on his broken chest, but the white light that could heal all wounds only dimly lit for a moment, and then dissipated like smoke.
The metal ball that had been following Ai Wanxin was circling around the two of them anxiously: "Master, protect him... He has no vital signs..."