2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

After learning that Yan Yiming's body also had a red light symbolizing impending death, for a moment, Yan Muyun wanted to leave everything behind and run over to find him.

However, reason soon prevailed, and the top priority now was undoubtedly to control the nearby alien species to prevent it from harming the people.

This is not the trolley problem, or the choice between the lives of the people and the life of my brother. Yan Yiming was relatively safe at the moment, but the people in that neighborhood were being threatened by alien species, and he could still distinguish the priorities between the two.

What he has to do now is to hold back the alien as much as possible and wait for support from the bureau.

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In the center of the road, four ugly and bloated monsters made strange hissing sounds from their throats and moved slowly around like zombies.

From their appearance, it was vaguely possible to tell that they were once humans. They were a young woman in a white dress, an office worker in a black suit, a boy with orange hair, and an uncle in sportswear.

The woman's right leg split into three thick tentacles, which tore through the white skirt, squirmed and crawled, leaving sticky green water stains on the ground.

The right half of the office worker's body was swollen starting from the shoulder, and the surface was covered with gray-green cuticles. The end of his right arm turned into a huge, deformed pliers with pitted surfaces.

The boy and the man in sportswear also have different parts of the body.

The former's chest split open, and two slender tentacles protruded from the inside, with fangs that were constantly opening and closing attached to the ends. The latter's side waist had an extra "leg" stretched out. The gray-green fat body with pus on the surface did not move at all, and slowly dragged on the ground with his movements.

The only thing these four "monsters" have in common is that their eyes have turned pure black, with only two thin blood-red lines crossing in the middle.

Behind them, there were more than a dozen sarcomas the size of human heads, oozing gray-green pus, emerging from the opened manhole covers, crawling quickly on the street, chasing the fleeing people.

One of the tumors suddenly burst out with astonishing power and jumped up high, landing on the back of a middle-aged woman who seemed to have twisted her foot and was stumbling away, and slammed her to the ground.

"No..." Yan Muyun, who had just arrived, was unable to stop him and only had time to spit out one word.

"Ahhhhh!" The middle-aged woman screamed in terror and struggled wildly on the ground, but it was all in vain.

The sarcoma attached to her back squirmed rapidly, and soon tore through her clothes and stuck to her back, burrowing in with a sticky and greasy sound.

"Ahem...ah..." The woman's scream quickly turned into a staccato growl, and her eyes quickly turned dark like ink stains, with two blood-red thin lines crossing them.

An unnatural bulge soon appeared on her back, and two gray-green tentacles broke out of her flesh, supporting her limp body and slowly "standing" up from the ground.

It only took less than ten seconds for that sarcoma to go from being in contact with the human body to becoming parasitic and then mutating.

Yan Muyun, who was not far away, looked at this scene with a strong chill in his heart.

Parasitic beasts, the most disgusting and terrifying existence among the ten major types of alien species, can release "spores" to parasitize humans, turning them into irrational monsters "parasitic ghosts".

He quickly glanced at the street to assess the situation. There are currently five parasitic ghosts and a dozen spores on the street. Judging from the places where the disgusting sarcomas crawl out, it is not difficult to judge that the mother body is hidden in the sewer.

There are currently two options. The first is to use supernatural powers to block the wellhead and protect yourself. The second is to deal with the parasitic ghosts and spores wandering outside first, and then come back to block the wellhead.

The first option is the safest. You need to take less risks, and then just wait for support. The only problem is that if no one takes care of the parasites and spores, they will cause further casualties to the people.

If Wei Jun and Sun Shuli were present, they would definitely order him to do this.

But...they are not here.

Yan Muyun's heart was beating fast, and a bright golden light gradually emerged from the depths of his eyes, as if the sun had parted the dark clouds.

Sun Shuli's original intention of sending him out for support was actually to play a supporting role to help other specialists defend themselves and reduce the risk of injury. He was not expected to actually deal with the alien species independently. Because of this, he didn't even let him go back to the bureau to pick up a few weapons before setting off.

This directly resulted in Yan Muyun now being defenseless against this alien species.

However, it's not a big problem.

Yan Muyun jumped up, a silver barrier formed under his feet, and the just-right repulsive force made his figure rise twice.

The two parasitic ghosts approaching noticed the abnormality and slowly turned their heads, their dark eyes reflecting the black figure falling from the sky.

"I'm sorry." Yan Muyun's face was ferocious, and his right leg struck the young woman in a white dress on the shoulder like a battle ax.

Accompanied by the heartbreaking sound of bone cracking, the woman's body suddenly shrank by half, half of her body deformed violently like plasticine, and her bones were broken inch by inch.

"Ah...ah..." A hoarse sound came from the woman's throat, and the three thick tentacles on her right leg suddenly twitched and rolled towards Yan Muyun.

However, with a crisp "click" sound, the three tentacles fell limply to the road without making any movement.

In front of Yan Muyun, the young woman's head had turned 180 degrees and hung limply behind her.

"Ugh..." Yan Muyun's stomach churned violently, the depth of his throat felt like a knife cutting, and he spat out a mouthful of sour water on the ground.

This was the first time he had killed a "person", and in such a cruel way.

Spores can only survive by parasitic on the human body, and the only way to kill them is to wipe out the life of the host.

There is no possibility for a "parasitic ghost" to turn back into a human being. Countries around the world have tried various methods decades ago, but in the end they all came to the same desperate conclusion:

{As long as it is parasitized, the lives of the host and the spores will be completely bound. Spores from a dead host die, and spores from a live host live. The only way for the human host to survive is to linger as an ugly and twisted "parasite" that has lost its mind. }

Yan Muyun kept reminding himself in his mind that what he had just killed was not a human being, but a monster that looked like a human being, but the feeling of guilt and nausea still lingered.

What was constantly echoing in his ears was the sound of human bones breaking, and what remained in his palm was the warm and soft touch of the woman's neck.

"Ahhh..."

The scream of the parasitic ghost and the warning in his heart awoke Yan Muyun from his brief trance.

He looked intently and saw an uncle in sportswear dragging the fat gray-green body around his waist and moving toward him step by step with difficulty.

The opponent's movement speed is very slow and cannot pose a threat in a short period of time. The danger warning comes from something else.

There was a sound of breaking wind in his ears. Yan Muyun held up a silver barrier beside him without raising his head. Two gray-green tumors the size of human heads hit the barrier hard and were ejected, landing in the flower bed next to the street.

The spore body without a parasitic host is very fragile, and ordinary people can beat it into mud with a stick. But the problem is that few people can muster the courage to do this. After all, if they make a mistake, they will become a monster that is neither human nor ghost.

Even though the human beings parasitized by the spores move slowly, the spores move very quickly before being parasitized, just like wild cats.

Yan Muyun ignored the sarcoma in the flower bed, picked up a broken wooden stick that should have flown out from the nearby shop, and strode towards the old man in sportswear.

When the distance between the two people got closer, the fat, boneless strip of meat on the parasitic ghost's waist suddenly protruded, revealing a row of jagged white fangs on the side, and rolled over at lightning speed.

It is like a skilled hunter, paralyzing its prey with its lazy appearance, and then kills it with a sudden blow when the opponent enters its hunting range.

"Bang." The jagged flesh strips hit the silver-white barrier, making a muffled sound that was neither light nor heavy, and then hung down softly.

Yan Muyun tilted his head, his eyes closed tightly, and the broken wooden stick he held tightly in both hands was inserted into the chest of the old man in sportswear.

The thick red blood gradually wrapped around the wooden stick, flowed down the river, and finally touched his hand.

Warm, wet and sticky.

"Are you dead? There seems to be no movement. He should be dead." Yan Muyun still closed his eyes and slowly let go of his hand.

"Thank you..." an inaudible voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Muyun opened his eyes in disbelief and saw a pale face.

"Thank you..." The middle-aged man's dark eyes returned to their original appearance, but the depths were already dark and dull. Then he fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground, with the bright red broken stick still stuck in his chest.

Yan Muyun raised his right hand, which was stained with a little blood that was still warm.

He didn't try to find something to wipe it with, but slowly put his left palm on it, smeared it, rubbed it, and evenly applied it on the back of his hands and between every finger, as if he was wearing a pair of red gloves.