The acid rain of the first year of Yongye, carrying the smell of corpses, hit the bronze dome of the Fengdu City Space Station, making a scream like fingernails scraping metal. Lu Jiuming's Yin Fu Quantum Gun was as hot as a living thing in the palm of his hand. The sixty-four hexagrams and lines of "Lianshan Yi" etched on the barrel were oozing out a faint blood light, which resonated with the soul contract of the Demon Slayer Army on his wrist. He squatted at the entrance of the ventilation duct, overlooking the quantum incinerator control room through the rusty grille, and his pupils shrank into vertical lines due to the unique phosphorescence of the Yin puppet.
Twelve bodies soaked in Yin Qi nutrient solution were suspended in the center of the cylindrical cabin. Blue-purple frost flowers were condensed on the surface of the glass container - a sign that the central nervous system was eroded by the Chuli code. Lu Jiu Ming's eyes swept over every pale face, and suddenly settled on the wrist of the third corpse from the left: three copper coins were strung on the faded red rope, and the knot was Bai Zhao's original "trapped dragon lock" style. Three months ago, he personally tied this peace charm on recruit Xiao Chen's wrist, but now it has become a mark of betrayal.
