Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 19

The six of them rushed toward the door together.

As they passed a certain spot, Wen Song suddenly spoke up, [“You go first! I’ll be right back!”]

Before anyone could respond, her body had already shot off like an arrow from a bow.

[“Wen Song!”]

Qin Xu’s heart tightened in an instant!

[“I’m here, Captain.”]

Wen Song darted nimbly into the barbecue shop. Countless Aberrants surged toward her, but as they approached, it was as if their minds were being manipulated-suddenly turning incomparably muddled.

A single thought echoed in their minds.

“There’s nothing to see here, it’s all empty.”

Oh, right, it’s empty here. There’s nothing to look at; they should go elsewhere.

Wen Song ran into the kitchen of the barbecue shop, spotting the head still lying next to the chopping board.

She grabbed a piece of cloth, wrapped the head in it, and left without looking back.

After Qin Xu rushed out the door with Zhuo Jiang, he immediately turned back.

He was going to find Wen Song!

Just as he was about to step into the Pollution Zone, he saw a figure charging toward the door.

His heart rose and fell with her footsteps. Finally, as her foot landed in front of him, he suddenly turned, shielding her behind him.

The moment Wen Song burst out the door, the Pollution Zone stilled.

All the Aberrants stopped moving.

They lifted their heads in unison, gazing up at the sky.

A chilly wind swept past-rustling, whistling. As if realizing something, the Aberrants slowly lowered their heads.

Their bodies began to gradually dissipate-feet, legs, waist, hands-

Where had they come from?

It seemed that one day, they were summoned by something.

So, where would they go now?

…

“The Pollution Zone has dissipated!!!”

Ji Cheng turned, his body color gradually returning to normal.

His Spirit Body was a chameleon; just now, he had blended into the chaos, slipping into the Aberrant horde, and, together with Qin Xu, had brought Zhuo Jiang out.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the receding Pollution Zone, an indescribable emotion echoing in all their hearts.

So the Pollution Zone can dissipate?

Does this area now belong to humans?

Waves of shock and amazement surged in their hearts, and then, all eyes landed on Wen Song.

They had gone in and out of the Pollution Zone for years, cleared it, had nearly been swallowed by it.

But never had they seen the Pollution Zone dissipate.

The source of it all seemed to be connected to Guide Wen-

Incredible mental strength, Mental Interference.

Even if they hadn’t witnessed it with their own eyes, they knew just how extraordinary a Guide like her was!

Such a talent should have been tightly guarded by the Empire in the Green Tower.

How could she possibly appear in their Northern Frontier…

Wen Song hadn’t felt this kind of escape in a long time. Air squeezed her lungs, her throat burned with searing pain, tinged with the metallic taste of blood, and her limbs were weak.

Yet she felt a surge of exhilaration.

Yes, exhilaration!

She liked this feeling of escaping with her life-after surviving a brush with death, the thrill made her adrenaline spike.

What followed was fatigue.

Endless fatigue.

She was still inexperienced at controlling her mental power, yet she had used such a taxing Mental Interference.

Her face was already pale, and as her body swayed, she was suddenly supported by someone.

“Are you alright?”

Wen Song lifted her eyes slightly, a flash of confusion crossing her mind. This isn’t the apocalypse-it’s another world.

It’s the Black Panther.

For some reason, she suddenly really wanted to touch the Black Panther.

“Want to touch,” she said, her voice carrying a pure desire.

Simply wanting to touch it, to feel that soft, furry sensation.
Qin Xu felt his mind pause for a split second.

For some reason, his first instinct was that she wanted to pet the Black Panther.

Wen Song’s fingers curled slightly, her whole body suffused with exhaustion.

Too tired.

She had never known that using psychic power could be so draining. It seemed that being a Guide wasn’t exactly an easy job either.

Thinking Qin Xu hadn’t heard her, she repeated, “I want to pet it.”

She really wanted to touch it.

Qin Xu’s eyes looked deeply at Wen Song in front of him. Inside his Spiritual Landscape, the Black Panther was almost bursting with joy.

[She wants to pet me! She wants to pet me! Let me out right now!!!]

[Or I’ll wreak havoc in your Spiritual Landscape! I’ll gnaw the grass! I’ll pull out the trees! I’ll pee and poop everywhere!!!]

Qin Xu was nearly driven mad.

Before Wen Song arrived, his Spirit Body was never like this.

The Black Panther was frantically scraping the ground. [I’m going crazy!!!]

Finally, Qin Xu relaxed the restrictions on his Spiritual Landscape. The instant the Black Panther sensed the restraints loosen, it leaped out with excitement.

Wen Song narrowed her eyes slightly, her fingers feeling that familiar fluffy sensation.

“Ah, there you are.”

In an instant, Wen Song’s body left Qin Xu’s shoulder. She slowly crouched down, looking at the Black Panther with golden eyes before her.

She opened her arms and buried her face into its body.

Mm, so soft.

Qin Xu froze where he stood, his fingers clenched tightly at his sides, his breathing thrown into chaos for a moment.

Her face pressed firmly against the Black Panther. The Black Panther, considerate, supported its own body so she could lean more comfortably.

Shallow and deep, her warm breath fell on the Black Panther’s body.

Qin Xu could feel that warmth on his neck too.

Gentle and hot.

It was as if a soft feather was tickling the depths of his heart.

This feeling was so unfamiliar, so foreign that Qin Xu didn’t quite know what to do.

“I’m out?”

“Oh my god! I’m safe!”

“Boo hoo hoo, I was so scared, I thought I was going to die-”

The Pollution Zone had completely dispersed, and the civilians who had been caught up in it slowly became visible.

They opened their eyes in disbelief, gazing at the familiar world around them. Outside, there were no more strange and grotesque Aberrants, no more bizarre and eerie weather.

They had made it out.

Cheers and the sobs of survivors jolted Wen Song’s mind back to reality, if only a little.

She raised her head, about to speak, when her gaze suddenly landed on a figure stumbling toward them.

A little girl in worn-out clothes, who had run for a very, very long time.

She was so weak she had fainted, left behind at the Northern Frontier outpost.

The moment she woke up, she ran out without a second thought.

Grandma, grandma.

Her grandma.

Her grandma was her only relative in this world.

The little girl dashed into the crowd, calling out desperately, “Grandma! Grandma!”

Wen Song slowly rose to her feet, watching the little girl search helplessly. She looked from beginning to end, but never saw that familiar silhouette.

Finally, the little girl ran to them, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Big brother, big sister, have you seen my grandma?”

Wen Song still held the bundle in her hands, but suddenly found herself unable to extend her hand.

The little girl kept asking, “Grandma’s okay, right?”

Wen Song slowly crouched down, handed over the bundle, her voice nearly heartless: “Something happened to her.”

This world wasn’t much better than the apocalypse.

Her sympathy and sorrow couldn’t save the girl. All she could do was face it, feel the pain, fall briefly, then stand up quickly again.