Disable abilities in the room.
Whether it's the Fairy's previous shielding methods or the Dream-Entering Seed she now possesses, they are all similar to Martial Artifact and have nothing to do with her abilities.
The seeds quickly took root and sprouted.
The shimmering vines covered the entire room and grew branches.
The Hunter smelled the rich fragrance and immediately felt drowsy.
[ Fairies Don't Poop: Holding her breath]
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately held their breath.
The vines crawled into everyone's hands, and the Fairy gestured for everyone to hold them tightly.
Qin Ze exerted a little force with his right hand, and a subtle connection was formed between his mind and the object.
The cell next door.
The short, thin man, who was about to enjoy his snack, suddenly sniffed.
He reached out and nudged the tall, fat man beside him awake. "Can you smell something?"
The fat man shifted his body and mumbled, "No."
The short, thin man sniffed again.
It's the fragrance of plants.
He hadn't smelled it for many years.
Just as he was about to find the source of the smell, he couldn't help but yawn.
"Go to sleep for a while..."
After saying that, the short, thin man collapsed onto the carpet and fell asleep.
How did I avoid the place of distress?
The short, thin man glanced around and muttered to himself.
A corridor made of a special alloy, dimly lit rooms, and the recently awakened residents of the shelter...
"The manager is waiting for you."
The man in the blue coat beside him said in a deep voice.
The short, thin man nodded. "I understand."
Walking down the dimly lit corridor to its end, the short, thin man knocked on the shelter manager's office.
How well did our predecessors do in their work?
The manager was a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting behind a desk.
Square face, buzz cut, exuding righteousness.
The short, thin man shook his head. "I'm not sure."
The manager placed his hands on the table, his fingers interlaced.
"What's the meaning?"
The short, thin man recalled, "They felt both familiar and strange to me."
"As you requested, after making contact with survivors from the outside world, I began to gather information about the previous batch of shelter administrators who opened the shelters."
"Such a large military fortress, the former shelters must have participated in its construction, and many of the soldiers may even have been shelter residents."
"But whenever I ask them about the shelter and the previous managers, they either avoid the topic or keep stalling, saying things like the managers are on their way."
The manager said in a deep voice, "You suspect them?"
The short, thin man nodded.
The manager said calmly, "They are, after all, our compatriots, just like us, the Spark of hope."
The short, thin man paused for a moment, then said, "What if they're Corruption?"
The manager retorted, "Then what about those Polluter Ring Mountains? You saw it with your own eyes; they are the Polluter."
The short, thin man shook his head. "I... I don't know either."
The manager said, "Bring them here."
"The shelters will eventually have to be opened."
"Fellow countrymen, we line the streets to welcome you!"
" Those Polluter, then clean them up."
The short, thin man nodded. "I understand."
"The source of Corruption is still there, we..."
The manager said seriously, "We have no other choice but to hope that what we left behind back then can still be useful."
The scene in the office began to collapse rapidly, soon leaving only a void.
The short, thin man stood in a beam of light.
Qin Ze and the others stood in a circle around him.
The other party, however, was completely unaware of the group that had intruded into his dream.
Snap
Moments later, everything around them seemed to burst like a bubble.
The short, thin man on the carpet suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.
He turned his head and stared intently at the wall of his neighbor's room, lost in thought.
The vines that filled the room were put away.
The seed in the Fairy's hand lost its luster and turned into a handful of crumbs.
Wang Biao was still fast asleep on the sofa.
He didn't receive the Fairy's reminder and fell asleep.
But the Hunter only entered the short, skinny man's dream.
[ Fairies Don't Poop: That was that person's dream. Dreams are a reflection of a person's deep consciousness, and they don't lie in dreams.]
[ On the Slacking on the Sidelines: Will he suspect his dream was tampered with when he wakes up?]
[ Fairies Don't Poop: Probably not, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night]
[ Fairies Don't Poop: That seed just now only made people dream, and could pull us into his dream. What kind of dreams he had and what decisions he made were not things I could control.]
[ Beast Tamer: In other words, he suspects the identities of the people in the fortress and has already decided to take them to the refuge.]
No matter how illogical a dream may be, the dreamer will not notice it; in fact, the dreamer may even perceive it as logically consistent.
[ Yao Yuan: A clever plan has been found]
[ Scholar: That's right. The administrator said something was left in the shelter, which, unsurprisingly, was to combat the Corruption.]
[ Catch a Fox Spirit: A shelter with special responsibilities couldn't possibly only have them; it must have been opened before. If that thing were useful, the Corruption wouldn't still be there now.]
[ Beast Tamer: We have to go to that shelter; it's our only lead right now.]
[ Scholar: They'll be leaving tomorrow; we'll have to play it by ear then.]
[ Yao Yuan: Tomorrow we'll split into two groups. One group will go to the shelter, while the rest will try to contact the Polluter Ring Mountains to see if we can communicate with them.]
The group chat buzzed with discussion, and they quickly finalized their action plan.
Leaning against the sofa, Brother Biao opened his sleepy eyes. "How did I fall asleep?"
Wang Biao got up and looked around, seeing that everyone was busy with their own things.
" Qin Ze, I think I've found their cafeteria."
On the Local Area Network, the slightly eerie voice of Thousand Faces echoed.
Qin Ze immediately switched perspectives.
At this moment, Thousand Faces was wearing equipment that he had somehow managed to rip off some unlucky guy, and was joining in the fun at the city gate.
The battle had just ended, and truckloads of the Polluter corpses were being transported in from outside the wall.
The soldiers gathered in a large circle at the entrance.
As soon as the first truckload of Polluter was brought in, the surrounding soldiers pounced on them.
They removed their masks and gloves, revealing an extremely pale face and a pair of hands that rapidly transformed into beastly claws.
Click click click--
Several cracks appeared on the soldiers' faces, and their heads split into five pieces from top to bottom, each piece covered with dense, sharp teeth.
Qin Ze was dumbfounded. Now he understood why these soldiers had wrapped themselves up so tightly.
They weren't trying to prevent Corruption, but rather to conceal their identities as Polluter; no wonder they could ignore the slime's mental attacks.
In front of the quiet door, the sounds of chewing could be heard one after another.
As more and more corpses were brought in, more soldiers joined this gluttonous feast.
No wonder there wasn't a canteen in such a large fortress; apparently, they preferred to eat outdoors.
The soldiers ate heartily, but Thousand Faces stood there blankly, out of place with his surroundings.
A soldier spotted him, got up, and walked over.
Why aren't you eating?