star hunter

Zhong Yuncong has been trying to wake up, but it may be because his physical condition is getting worse and worse. His mental power is constantly being imprisoned, and he is gradually losing contact with the outside world. Not only can he no longer perceive others, but he even Xiao Yin's mental strength could no longer communicate.

It was as if he had been put into a glass bottle and had the cap on.

Zhong Yuncong felt that his death was approaching.

He was naturally panicked. Firstly, there were still many things to do, and none of them were unimportant; secondly,...he was still young, only in his early twenties, and wanted to continue dating, Wasting life.

Su Xian is still waiting for me outside.He thought anxiously, even if he died, he had to see him again to sleep peacefully.

But according to his understanding of himself, if he really saw him, he would probably be even more reluctant to die.

Wishes come naturally however they are good, and they may not be realized anyway, but as his body deteriorates more and more, Zhong Yuncong finds that not only cannot his good wishes come true, but he may even do the opposite. You can breathe in minutes.

The glass bottle that closed him was shrinking day by day, and he was almost out of breath.

And when he found that the anxiety had a tendency to turn into numbness unconsciously, he became more and more frightened.

It's a pity that reality is not dominated by his subjective emotions. No matter how unwilling he is, his condition is still deteriorating, and he is like a ray of lonely soul, quietly disappearing.

Just when he was almost desperate, he suddenly dreamed of Zong Zhengzheng.

It may not be appropriate to use the word "dream", after all, at this moment, he is just a touch of will in his body, but he just saw Zong Zhengzheng.

Zhong Yuncong remembered that he was very happy at the beginning. He hadn't seen this boss for a long time, so he naturally wanted to say hello to him.

He completely forgot about the fact that he was planning to forcefully bring him into the "isolated island".

But the strange thing is that he couldn't get close to Zong Zhengzheng at all.

No matter how many steps they took, there was still a distance between them.

Zhong Yuncong stood there panting, wanting to ask what was going on, but his lips seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't open his mouth at all.

It was a trance feeling, and Zong Zheng didn't say anything. He wanted to say it, but he couldn't.

So I had no choice but to say nothing.

Zong Zheng was still the same as he remembered, cold and deep, awe-inspiring.

He stared at him silently for a long while, staring at Zhong Yuncong with trepidation in his heart, and couldn't help but reflect on whether he had made any mistakes again.

But after a while, Zong Zheng suddenly smiled, and that smile had a gentle warmth that was rarely seen on his face.

Zhong Yun was stunned.

Just when he was dazed, Zong Zheng turned around and left.

He suddenly felt that somewhere in his chest was blocked, and he still had a lot to say to him, but he left as soon as he said it.

Zhong Yuncong was a little angry and chased after him without hesitation.

But just like before, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't catch up with him.

Until his figure disappeared into the vast mist, and there was no trace.

"Don't go!" Zhong Yuncong was finally able to speak, but when he opened his eyes, it was all gray.

"Yuncong, are you awake?!" The girl's surprised voice was heard in his ear, but Zhong Yuncong didn't seem to hear it. He was still staring blankly at the ceiling, and the winding cracks on it were carved into his pupils little by little. inside.

"Zongju..." He murmured, passively allowing Yirou to float him up, and the latter was even more surprised than before when he saw the water marks on his face: "Why are you crying... what happened?!"

Zhong Yuncong lowered his head slowly, and after a long time, he whispered: "There is a person I respect very much, who has left."

Yirou was stunned for a moment before she realized the true meaning of "gone". She didn't know who he was talking about, but she also became sentimental for no reason, and at the same time, she was a little surprised, thinking how did he know?

But she didn't dare to ask, she just silently brought a bowl of hot porridge, and softly persuaded: "I finally woke up, let's eat something."

Zhong Yuncong wiped his face with his sleeve, then raised his head again and looked around: "Where are the others?"

"Well, I took turns taking care of you with Dr. Zhang, now it's my turn, he went to rest."

Yirou was very considerate, and fed him spoonfuls of porridge and water. Although Zhong Yuncong woke up, his health was not optimistic. The low-grade fever continued, and his limbs were weak, making it difficult to even lift his hands.He was quite embarrassed, but in order to gain some strength, he still opened his mouth to eat.

But he ate this porridge absent-mindedly, so even though Yirou tried his best to cover it up, he still heard something strange.

It's so strange that she only mentioned Zhang Jiahe and didn't mention Ren Jie at all.

Zhong Yun gently pushed away the spoon brought to his mouth, and looked straight into her eyes: "What's wrong with Ren Jie?"

Yirou shook her hands involuntarily when she heard the words, spilling a little sticky rice soup on Zhong Yuncong's body, she hurriedly put down the bowl, and apologized repeatedly while wiping it.

Zhong Yuncong sighed helplessly: "It's okay, don't hide it from me."

Yirou paused for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "Ren Jie wanted to release Xie Cheng and let him take us back, but... Dr. Zhang refused."

As she spoke, she looked at Zhong Yuncong's expression. After all, Zhang Jiahe was his father. Such an approach always makes people feel chilling.

But to her surprise, Zhong Yuncong's expression was very calm, as if he didn't take this matter to heart.

"And then?" He asked, with a worried look on Yirou's brows, and his voice lowered a few degrees: "He seems to have expected Ren Jie to do this, put something in the food...after that Ren Jie fell unconscious."

She didn't continue here, but Zhong Yuncong could roughly guess something - that person should still threaten her, such as taking care of him.

Although there is no such threat, Yirou will still take care of him.

Zhong Yuncong closed his eyes, ate the bowl of porridge quickly, and then said to Yirou: "Go and tell him, I'm awake and I want to see him."

Yirou didn't say a word, put away the empty bowl, and left silently.

Not long after, Zhang Jiahe rushed over with a tired face.

He saw Zhong Yuncong who was awake, with a face full of joy, walking over, reaching out to touch his face: "Son, are you awake?"

Zhong Yun turned his head away, Zhang Jiahe's hands were hanging in the air, but he didn't look embarrassed, he pulled a chair casually, and sat down beside his bed.

Zhong Yuncong had no strength in his body and was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he cut to the chase: "I want to get out of here."

Zhang Jiahe told him calmly: "We will leave when you are well."

Zhong Yuncong looked at him motionlessly, and the little luck left in his heart was wiped away word by word.

He's still lying to him.

"I'm leaving now." His tone was flat, without any disturbance, but he was firm, "Let Ren Jie and Xie Cheng go."

Zhang Jiahe smiled, his expression was the same as when he dealt with him when he was a child: "Don't mess around, be obedient."

Zhong Yuncong was quite calm before, and he was mentally prepared, but his seemingly coaxing but perfunctory attitude still irritated him.

He laughed back angrily: "I know what you're thinking, and I don't want to waste time now to settle old scores with you...Let me go back to the 'isolated island', this is the last chance to make up for your mistakes."

Zhang Jiahe's complexion changed suddenly, he looked at Zhong Yuncong uncertainly, and it took him a long time before he said, "You know?"

"Yes." Zhong Yuncong raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "I met Xiao Yin's 'ghost', and he told me the truth about that year."

Zhang Jiahe's expression became more and more gloomy.

"So," Zhong Yuncong pressed the center of his eyebrows, his voice sounded tired, "You don't have to bother to make up any lies, I know everything you need to know."

The cloud on Zhang Jiahe's face seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind, and he smiled again: "So he's 'woke'... Then why didn't he take you out? This place is controlled by him."

Zhong Yuncong lowered his eyelids to hide the seriousness in his eyes.

Xiao Yin, or the mental power he left behind, is actually very unstable. Zhang Jiahe said earlier that the opening and closing time of this space is very random, but he was right. It all depends on Xiao Yin's "ghost" when to wake up.

This time, unfortunately, before Zhong Yuncong struggled to wake up, he cut off contact with him without warning, presumably, he fell asleep again.

Zhong Yuncong tried to re-establish contact with him, but there was no response.

He was naturally a little discouraged, Xiao Yin fell asleep, and he didn't know when he would wake up next time, but he couldn't afford to delay it at all.

That's why he needs Xie Cheng.

Of course he didn't want to tell Zhang Jiahe about this, but this old man is very smart, he can guess it even if he doesn't say it.

Sure enough, Zhang Jiahe said with a cheerful smile: "It seems that the 'ghost' has fallen asleep again."

Zhong Yun never paid attention to him, he was in a bad mood, because he suddenly realized that Xiao Yin's mental power was indeed constantly dissipating, maybe he could only keep his "will" alive in this way .

He knew that Zong Zheng was probably no longer in this world, and that dream was his last farewell.

Now I learned that Xiao Yin...will disappear completely sooner or later.

Zhong Yuncong thought that Xiao Yin was a little better than strangers to him, but when he thought that he would die completely, he still felt very sad in his heart.

Why do you have to leave one by one?

Su Xian...

Zhong Yuncong thought of Su Xian again, he knew it was very inappropriate, but he couldn't control it.

When he was sinking and sinking in the abyss and desperately trying to survive, his name seemed to become a piece of driftwood, allowing him to rely on when he was drowning, not to be knocked down by the turbulence, and to have the courage to go against the current.