Chapter 357 Death Sahara (34)

An Xuefeng smelled the strong smell of rain, and the cold air brushed over his body, causing a layer of fine goose bumps on his arms. It was raining heavily outside the window, and it was as dark as night. The sound of rain and thunder was so loud that it made people's heads buzz. After a while, An Xuefeng heard someone calling him next to him.

"...Captain An, Captain An?"

"Hmm?"

After a casual reply, An Xuefeng looked around calmly and examined the illusion that appeared this time. He had expected that the dead pollution torrent would appear when the butterfly fragments were taken out of the Star Drilling Worm. An Xuefeng had experienced countless pollution torrents in the past ten years. It can even be said that except for the newly discovered Tusi King Tomb, An Xuefeng had experienced and withstood all other pollution torrents on the journey of 30 degrees north latitude.

In fact, with the pyramid and the Atlantis token in hand, An Xuefeng could completely counterattack the dead pollution torrent. But unless the destruction scene was repeated, he could not use this power at present.

He could only endure it, but An Xuefeng was too familiar with resisting the pollution flood.

The deadly pollution flood, auditory hallucinations, illusions, and hallucinations that stimulated him were mostly scenes of the death of his former teammates, or the failure of the final plan, and all his companions died tragically on the battlefield.

There were too many such pollution illusions, and An Xuefeng had long been able to ignore them. Although the pollution still caused him a bad mental impact, it was all accumulated in the "cemetery" and "blood road" of An Xuefeng's mental illusion. When dealing with the pollution illusion, An Xuefeng would not have any emotional fluctuations.

After the moderate connection with Wei Xun, the mental disorder of the "cemetery" was gradually cured, and it could not cause too much interference to An Xuefeng, let alone defeat him.

He was more worried about the situation of Wei Xun, Zhang Xingzang and Banming Taoist. Zhang Xingzang and Banming were veterans after all - well, he was worried about Wei Xun.

Although he had told Wei Xun about the deadly pollution torrent before and told him how to leave it, An Xuefeng still couldn't help but worry when he thought of Wei Xun's mental state before he fell into a coma.

Perhaps it was this worry that was magnified by the pollution and formed this illusion. But even An Xuefeng rarely felt a little novel. The scene of this illusion was the days before he entered the hotel.

What tricks would the illusion play this time?

"Captain An, you should take a rest. The brothers have been too tired these days. You haven't slept for a few days..."

The person who persuaded him with a worried tone was Zhou Xiyang, his deputy captain at the time.

I'm too tired these days. I haven't slept for a few days... Is there any big case?

An Xuefeng pinched his nose and said vaguely: "We can't relax,... we haven't been caught yet."

"Yeah, this damn Wei Xun is just as difficult as his brother!"

Wang Pengpai, who went out to get takeout, came back with a fat face with big dark circles under his eyes. He immediately complained after hearing their conversation.

Got it.

An Xuefeng thought.

He understood what this new illusion was that would arouse his emotions.

"Is Wei Xuechen dead?"

An Xuefeng asked casually, attracting everyone's worried gaze. Zhou Xiyang frowned and said, "Captain An, you really should take a break... The terrorist Wei Xuechen was shot dead by you when he was escaping. Have you forgotten?"

As expected.

An Xuefeng thought that the illusion caught the moment when his emotions fluctuated. An Xuefeng seemed to have a scene in front of him. Wei Xuechen's crime was exposed. The evidence of the crime was conclusive. This man was cunning and difficult to deal with. After several failed attempts to block him, their team ambushed at the airport according to the information from the informant, and finally caught Wei Xuechen sending his brother Wei Xun to study -

The illusions of Wei Xuechen burying explosives at the airport and kidnapping hostages were all blurred. The illusion also knew that this was not the focus of An Xuefeng's emotions. Among all the blurred illusions, only one person was clear and real.

Snow-white and soft hair, pale skin like porcelain, and sunglasses covering most of the face. When Wei Xuechen was shot, blood splashed on his face. The boy caught Wei Xuechen who fell to the ground. His sunglasses fell off, revealing his blue-purple pupils. The rain was pouring down, lightning and thunder were roaring, and the airport seemed to have disappeared. They confronted each other in the rainy night.

Even though he knew it was an illusion, the moment he saw Wei Xun, An Xuefeng's heart softened for a moment. The emotion of this moment was captured and magnified by the illusion, and instantly turned into a surging and passionate love, like love at first sight.

The rain fell, diluting the bloodstains and wetting Wei Xun's face. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain, but An Xuefeng's heart seemed to be clenched by something. He made Wei Xun cry. How could he make Wei Xun cry?

The illusion encouraged him to move forward, but An Xuefeng did not move forward. He stood silently like a rock, and saw the lightning reflected in the blue-purple eyes of the young Wei Xun, like a revenge spirit in a storm. There was no longer those warm emotions in the eyes looking at him, but full of cold hatred. The emotion was so strong that An Xuefeng couldn't breathe.

But he just looked at it expressionlessly, cold and serious, without revealing any inner fluctuations.

He had thought about this kind of thing a long time ago.

An Xuefeng thought.

His relationship with the Ximing people was by no means friendly. There were a few cooperations, but more of them were hostile. Moreover, he had long been aware that some of the Ximing people's plans were extremely dangerous, involving butterfly fragments, the abyss, and the deeper secrets of the hotel.

If the Ximing people had not been restricted to the Inca Sun Gate, the conflict between them would have broken out long ago. An Xuefeng had expected to be killed by the Ximing people, or to kill him and end those calculations.

The only thing he didn't expect was Wei Xun.

Watching Wei Xun draw his knife and put it against his throat, An Xuefeng still didn't move.

The torrent of pollution will amplify all emotions, and the illusion will turn out to be the worst situation expected. But since getting together with Wei Xun, An Xuefeng has completely overturned some of his previous plans. He and Bai Xiaosheng have discussed it several times, New ideas were made. A reliable man is always responsible in all aspects. Being with Wei Xun is never just for temporary pleasure. An Xuefeng has imagined their future more than once. An Xuefeng thinks more and does more. .

He knew clearly that this kind of thing would not happen in the illusion, so except for the initial mood swings, his heart was calm and he looked at Wei Xun in the illusion. Wei Xun slashed his neck with a knife, but the blade couldn't even cut his flesh. The knife that could not kill him was not powerful enough. Wei Xun in the illusion closed his eyes, and then blue-purple butterfly lines suddenly appeared on his face.

"call……"

An Xuefeng sighed silently.

The power of butterfly fragments, the erosion of butterflies.

Yes, that was what he was really worried about.

The next second, An Xuefeng hugged Wei Xun, and before the mutation was completely completed, the return knife penetrated his heart and also penetrated An Xuefeng's body. Wei Xun, who was stabbed in the heart, seemed to suddenly wake up. The butterfly pattern on his face gradually faded, and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. Wei Xun looked weakly at An Xuefeng and slowly smiled.

"no solution anymore."

He sighed helplessly, tilted his head slightly and looked at An Xuefeng, murmuring: "Are we going to die together in the end? That's not bad..."

"No, not death."

An Xuefeng smiled. Cunning illusion, if he agrees to this call, death together can be regarded as death together, and he will fall into deeper pollution.

But this is not just to fight against the pollution of death.

If one day, Wei Xun is really completely polluted and controlled by Butterfly, and everything can only be ended by killing him, then will An Xuefeng kill him?

"If things really come to that, wouldn't I be so useless?"

An Xuefeng sighed. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The expression in his eyes changed faintly, just like when he fused with * * *.

The missing An Xuefeng is selfless, calm, and dedicated. The complete An Xuefeng is just a mortal. The Return Knife bloomed with a mysterious and bright light in his hand. It is not the common bright orange, it is deep and elegant, more similar to the honey color of amber. In the illusion, the return knife shatters, and the light of the knife pours into the body of 'Wei Xun' like flowing amber, wrapping his whole body.

Even if the worst and most critical situation occurs, as shown in the illusion, and Wei Xun completely loses his mind and is controlled by the butterfly energy, An Xuefeng will not kill Wei Xun. He can use the Return Knife, himself, and the two big weapons to kill Wei Xun. The power of the token of the journey to the 30th North Latitude sealed Wei Xun until the day when the control of the butterfly could be completely released.

"I have long thought that if that day comes..."

An Xuefeng's hand touched Wei Xun's cheek, but only touched a smooth and warm hard shell.

"Just have a good sleep first."

An Xuefeng's voice became softer and softer, his eyes filled with gentle light, and deeper there was a dark glow called possessiveness. It was the induction of illusions that amplified subtle thoughts, but An Xuefeng thought that after all, he also had male bad qualities, the kind based on instinctive desire for predatory control and exclusivity. Wanting Wei Xun to belong to him alone and stay by his side forever, just like——

"Good night, my little stuffed butterfly."

All the surrounding scenes gradually dimmed, leaving only the purest, black torrent of pollution. An Xuefeng knew that this was the temporary cessation of the torrent of deathly pollution. It was about to dig out more secrets and more emotions in his heart.

But An Xuefeng was fearless. He closed his eyes and waited quietly for the next attack.

* *

Wei Xun watched with great interest that Brother Huanxiang and An Xuefeng were fighting each other, his eyes shining.

An Xuefeng emphasized the dangers and various effects of the deathly pollution torrent when he decided to deal with the Star Diamond Worm personally, so Wei Xun also understood what the illusion was now.

It just arouses all kinds of emotions in him, especially the negative emotions that are the most tormenting and the most likely to break the soul. One is a relative and the other is a lover. Killing each other as mortal enemies is the most painful and worrying thing to do.

But Wei Xun didn't feel this way at all.

Wei Xun has always wanted to know where the strongest points of tour guides and tourists are. Only by knowing that the strongest points have goals can he have the ambition to surpass them.

Want to know where the strongest peak is? You'd better know if Xi Ming and An Xuefeng fought with all their strength!

One is the strongest among tourists, and the other is the strongest among tour guides. I have long wanted to see them fight!

Fight, fight!

The illusion was illogical. The scene was obviously reality, but An Xuefeng was holding a return knife, while his brother was wearing a scarlet cloak and wielding a vampire knife. The battle scene was extremely intense and exciting. Wei Xun was watching with great interest and couldn't stop thinking.

It stands to reason that his brother has been imprisoned at the Gate of the Sun for many years, but An Xuefeng has been getting stronger through experience, and he has two journeys of 30 degrees north latitude. Theoretically speaking, An Xuefeng should be stronger.

But just as Wei Xun thought this, the next second he saw Wei Xuechen piercing An Xuefeng's heart with a blood-sucking knife, sucking half of An Xuefeng's body into a mummy in an instant!

Understand, Wei Xun felt that this illusion was deliberately contrary to his thoughts, so as to shock Wei Xun and make him break his defense, and then take advantage of it when he could no longer suppress his emotions.

The torrent of deathly pollution was cunning and powerful. Wei Xun even felt that his own heart was trembling slightly when An Xuefeng's heart was pierced.

It's a pity. If he were a tour guide now, he would be able to truly feel the severe trauma of the leader of the Linkage Brigade, and feel the anxiety, pain, tension and anger. But now Wei Xun is a traveler and is sick, so all those emotions have been weakened to the extreme. Moreover, Wei Xun knows clearly that An Xuefeng can't be so weak.

But even if his brother has been imprisoned in the Sun Gate for so many years, he can't be weak.

Wei Xun thought again.

His parents and brother left him a quarter of the butterfly fragments, so his brother should have quite a few. The butterfly mouthparts were also left to him by his brother, so his brother should have more butterfly fragments and butterfly parts.

Thinking of this, Wei Xun suddenly had a new idea.

Was his brother trapped in the Sun Gate for so many years just because of the punishment of the hotel and the deterrence of An Xuefeng and others? There should be these reasons, but Wei Xun thinks that there may be another reason for his staying in the Sun Gate - the heavy pollution torrent at 30 degrees north latitude can suppress the power of the butterfly fragments.

Could it be that his brother has also integrated too many fragments and lost control, so he has stayed in the Sun Gate all these years and never came out once?

Thinking of this, the illusion in front of him changed again. Wei Xuechen, who pierced An Xuefeng's heart, showed a cold smile. The scarlet hood was lifted by the damp cold wind, revealing his face - his face was covered with messy blue and purple butterfly patterns, primitive horror, and the cloak behind him bulged, as if butterfly scales and wings were growing and brewing.

But Wei Xun was only curious. Would he become like this after being more deeply infected by the power of the butterfly? The more Wei Xun thought about it, the more terrifying the changes in the Hipster were. When his face finally turned into a big hairy face of the Yin-Yang butterfly, Wei Xun finally lost interest.

Illusions are just illusions. They will not reveal any unknown things. If you want to know more, you have to explore it yourself.

Wei Xun's calm emotions affected the illusion. The huge Hipster who mutated into an extremely terrifying Hipster occupied almost all of his vision, and An Xuefeng's figure could no longer be seen. But at this moment, the Hipster's body suddenly froze, and an orange-yellow scimitar, like a falling crescent moon, cut off his head.

"If you are contaminated by the butterfly... you will die."

The Ximing man died and his body turned into ashes. And standing trembling in the ashes was An Xuefeng, who was half mummified. His intact eye looked at Wei Xun, with pain, love and struggle in his eyes, and finally turned into determination. He raised the return knife to Wei Xun and sighed softly:

"Wei Xun... I'm sorry."

"So I was worried about this?"

Wei Xun didn't pay much attention to the actions of the illusion, and talked to himself with interest. His emotions were too difficult to touch, and the illusion almost dug out the slightest things he cared about from the corners of his brain, trying to touch him.

An Xuefeng was in opposition to the Ximing man, the Ximing man killed An Xuefeng, An Xuefeng killed the Ximing man, and the Ximing man was seriously contaminated by butterfly fragments. Wei Xun only cared a little about these things, because he knew that these conjectures were all meaningless and just groundless worries. He never worried too much about things that hadn't happened yet, and Wei Xun believed in his own strength.

However, he really didn't expect that he actually cared about An Xuefeng in his subconscious mind because of responsibility and the danger of the butterfly fragments, and finally chose to kill him.

If it weren't for the illusion that had found this out with difficulty and magnified it countless times, Wei Xun really didn't expect it.

He never had too many feelings about death. After entering the hotel, he took risks again and again, and was in danger again and again, and he never had too many emotional fluctuations. An Xuefeng knew how responsible An Xuefeng was, and he also understood that An Xuefeng had always been worried about him fusing the butterfly fragments.

The connection between them would make them live and die together - ahem, if Wei Xun died, An Xuefeng would die together.

Wei Xun likes power, but he hates being controlled. If one day they are sure that the butterfly is the real reason for the appearance of the Horror Global Hotel, when the butterfly completely takes over Wei Xun's body, everything is irreversible, and he must be killed to end it all, An Xuefeng chooses to kill him and die with him, and Wei Xun also thinks this is normal.

But why does the illusion specifically present this picture?

'He shouldn't kill me'

The hallucination's mumbling, full of malicious resentment and unwilling emotions, poured into Wei Xun's heart, like plucking cat hair, carefully pulling out the slightest displeasure and grievance in Wei Xun's heart.

Grievance?

Wei Xun was interested and savored it carefully. He had almost never felt this emotion. Wei Xun never felt that anyone owed anyone, even relatives were not born to be fully responsible for you. Everyone has their own life, which is also what his brother taught him before.

"You shouldn't kill me."

Wei Xun thought about it and talked to himself.

Why shouldn't he, why would he think like this, did he actually have such a thought in his heart?

He knew that An Xuefeng had a strong sense of responsibility, but in the end, even if this happened to any of An Xuefeng's companions, such as Bai Xiaosheng and Wang Pengpai, An Xuefeng would eventually choose to kill them, which should be a matter of course. Wei Xun knew that An Xuefeng liked him, loved him, and wanted to be responsible for him - but if he was really completely controlled by the butterfly fragments, killing him would be more responsible.

So the key is still his thoughts, this bit of displeasure and unwillingness comes from his heart.

It's not "An Xuefeng shouldn't do this" or "An Xuefeng is wrong to do this", but a sense of displeasure that is unreasonable and illogical.

Why do you think it's natural for An Xuefeng not to kill him?

When the return knife was against his throat, Wei Xun suddenly laughed.

"I understand..."

He sighed, staring at the illusion of An Xuefeng in front of him.

Wei Xun is very smart, he understands.

It's natural, not overconfidence, Wei Xun has always been rational and calm.

Only when his emotions really exceed a certain degree will he be so unreasonable and take it for granted.

The return knife cut his throat, but Wei Xun stood on tiptoe and hooked his fingers under An Xuefeng's chin.

"I find that I seem to like you more than I expected."

Everything in front of him gradually blurred and dimmed, and finally returned to darkness. The invisible black torrent surged around him, like a strip of ink, full of malicious and polluted energy.

Wei Xun knew that this was the dead and polluted torrent. He had just "won" in the fight against pollution. Now the dead and polluted torrent has subsided and is brewing the next invasion.

But Wei Xun didn't want to waste time anymore.

I really want to see An Xuefeng soon.

Wei Xun thought about it, and the human skin map appeared in his hand.

‘The pollution of the 30 Degree North Latitude Journey and the 30 Degree North Latitude Journey actually has different strengths, but they are both extremely terrifying, and the slight difference in strength does not make a difference to most people.’

‘But for us, the pioneers of the 30 Degree North Latitude Journey, this difference is very useful.’

An Xuefeng’s previous instructions echoed in Wei Xun’s mind.

‘In theory, the pollution of the 30 Degree North Latitude Journey has been gradually dissipated and reduced since its opening, and it will also be affected by the hotel, the pioneers, the monsters, the abyss... The pollution will not be as strong as it was at the beginning. In general, the later the 30 degrees north latitude journey is opened, the stronger the pollution is'

'Of course, the situation of the opener will also affect the pollution intensity of the 30 degrees north latitude journey, such as the special situation of the Black Widow, the Astrologer and the Life-Playing Man, but it has nothing to do with us this time, I will tell you later'

'You remember the Return List, the order of the Return List is the order of the opening of the 30 degrees north latitude journey. You can understand that the earlier the weaker, the later the stronger'

Wei Xun remembered the order of the Return List clearly. The first one in the front is An Xuefeng's [Pyramid of the Pharaoh], the second one is the Dreamer's [Death Sahara], the third one is the Black Widow's [Tower of Babel], the fourth one is the Life-Playing Man's [Inca Sun Gate], the fifth one is the Astrologer's [Lost Ancient Maya], and the sixth one is An Xuefeng's [Sunk Atlantis]

And the last one opened, ranked seventh, is Wei Xun's [Dust-sealed Tusi King Tomb]

What if you are caught in the dead pollution torrent?

It was just the dead torrent caused by the rampage of the Star Drilling Worm. It was not that troublesome at all. The simplest and most brutal method that An Xuefeng taught Wei Xun was to use his blood-sucking knife to plunge into the dead pollution torrent, and connect the human skin map of the Tusi King's Tomb!

Wei Xun did this, and sure enough, the next moment the dead pollution torrent around him was absorbed and absorbed into the human skin map! Wei Xun's breathing stagnated, as if he had surfaced from the deep sea. The surroundings became colder and colder, and the sticky and foul-smelling coagulated blood wrapped him in it. Wei Xun immediately held his breath and sensed the four directions.

Zhang Xingzang and Banming Taoist were on his left and right respectively. Zhang Xingzang seemed to be crying silently, but Banming Taoist was in good condition, perhaps because the pulling silk still played a role. Wei Xun clenched his hands. In his left hand was a piece of meat wrapped with butterfly fragments and a small golden gecko. The tip of the gecko's tail was tightly wrapped around his finger, like a ring.

The foul-smelling, sticky solid blood was still surging like mucus. Normally, Wei Xun would definitely leave immediately without delaying for even a minute. Moreover, the three of them were not far from the blood surface, and they almost floated out immediately.

But Wei Xun held back and did not move, because he found that it was a mess outside, and people, monsters, and giants had surrounded the pool of blood, and they were completely furious. In such a chaotic battle, if he went out, he would definitely become the target of public criticism.

After thinking about it, Wei Xun silently stuffed the piece of meat wrapped with butterfly fragments into Zhang Xingzang's arms. In his left hand, he only held the golden little gecko named An. After thinking about it, Wei Xun, who had a little enlightenment in the illusion, did not want his man to sell his body. Moreover, the "broken tail" and the "broken tail golden little gecko" should be more exciting to the Silver Moon Killer and the Lizard Duke.

So Wei Xun pulled off An Xuefeng's tail without hesitation.

Hiss!

Wei Xun took a breath silently. He had figured it out mentally. The connection between him and An Xuefeng seemed to be closer. When the tail was pulled off, Wei Xun felt as if he had been pulled by a tail. This feeling was really strange.

* *

Outside the giant sand pit, the Silver Moon Killer, who was fighting fiercely with the mystic group, suddenly frowned, and snow-white wolf ears emerged from his hair. A small bulge in his arms squirmed, and a small golden gecko head poked out. The wolf and the gecko stared at the pool of blood. Seeing the gecko, David became alert instantly.

"Be careful! The Duke of Lizard is going to take action!"