Infinite Pollution: The SSS Guide Pierces the Horror Dungeon - chapter 7

The team followed orders swiftly, and soon the corpses were tossed to the roadside.

“Boss, what should we do with these cars and guns?” someone asked.

Qin Xu replied, “Take them back.”

After speaking, Qin Xu boarded the bus. His black tactical uniform accentuated his lean, muscular build, and his matching combat boots stepped onto the bus stairs, giving everyone an overwhelming sense of security.

“Next, we will escort you to the Northern Frontier Passenger Station. There’s no need to worry.”

With that, Qin Xu stepped off the bus, intending to drive, but was quickly stopped by someone.

“Boss! You just came out of the Pollution Zone, your mental trauma hasn’t healed yet. Don’t tire yourself! We’ll do it!”

“That’s right, Boss. If you hadn’t insisted on coming, we could’ve handled this ourselves. Your health is the most important. The higher-ups are really messed up! They keep saying they’ll send a Guide, but it’s been two years and we’ve seen nothing!”

“That’s because we’re from the Northern Frontier, not the Green Tower! Damn it!”

Mental trauma?

Wen Song looked at Qin Xu. No wonder-she could clearly sense a certain fluctuation around him.

It must be the spiritual fluctuation caused by mental trauma.

“It’s fine,” Qin Xu said, about to get in the car.

As soon as he opened the door, his face paled, and his body swayed.

“Boss!”

“Boss!”

“Don’t move.” Amidst the startled voices, a slightly cold female voice rang out.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, Wen Song walked up to Qin Xu. “Your spiritual fluctuation is severe. You need immediate spiritual guidance.”

“You-you’re a Guide?”

“A Guide!!!”

The people surrounding Qin Xu instantly turned to look, their eyes shining!

Fantastic!

Finally, a Guide!

“No need,” Qin Xu refused bluntly.

He didn’t like anyone entering his Spiritual Landscape.

“Boss!” The people around had just been delighted, but now, hearing their Boss say this, they were instantly furious.

“Don’t you know your own condition?”

“If you don’t get spiritual guidance soon, you’ll go into Rampage!”

Qin Xu didn’t respond, just about to refuse again, when suddenly, a surge of spiritual power abruptly broke into his Spiritual Landscape.

Before Qin Xu could react, that spiritual power had already crashed straight into his Spiritual Landscape.

This was Wen Song’s first time performing spiritual guidance for someone.

The knowledge she’d crammed over the past few days suddenly became reality. Wen Song only hesitated for a moment before following the steps from her memory.

…

Wen Song opened her eyes and found herself standing on a vast, endless grassland.

This was Qin Xu’s Spiritual Landscape.

The grassland wasn’t green, but a mix of yellow and green, riddled with potholes and strange, jagged rocks.

It looked as if it had suffered heavy attacks.

Wen Song had just taken a step forward when suddenly, a sweeping yellow sandstorm rose up from the grassland, countless grains of sand and dust surging toward her.

A spiritual barrier!

This meant the owner of the Spiritual Landscape was rejecting her entry.

Wen Song tried to take another step forward, and the sandstorm immediately intensified!

A second later, Wen Song stepped back.

The sandstorm instantly calmed down quite a bit.

He doesn’t want her to enter?

Wen Song’s lips curled slightly. She was rebellious by nature-the more others forbade her from doing something, the more she had to do it.

Wen Song raised her hand.

“Click.”

It felt as if something shifted in her mind.

The next moment, countless waves surged in behind Wen Song. The yellow sand tried to resist the encroaching seawater, but his spirit was already wounded and couldn’t hold out for long.

This was what Wen Song sensed the moment she entered his Spiritual Landscape.

He was already close to Rampage.

His Spiritual Landscape only appeared strong on the surface, but in reality, it was already very weak.
“Mm…” Wen Song seemed to hear Qin Xu’s muffled groan, along with a sound of unwillingness.

He was already at the end of his strength, yet he still refused her mental guidance.

Wen Song simply stood in the seawater, waiting for the yellow sand to dissolve into the sea.

No wonder he was an Empire-registered S-class Sentinel-even in such a state, he could still resist her attack.

The yellow sand was gradually washed away by the sea.

As the seawater receded, Wen Song stepped forward. In the vast grassland, it was not easy to find Qin Xu’s Spirit Body.

If only her own Spirit Body could help her search.

In the next moment, a palm-sized Little Octopus landed in Wen Song’s hand.

No, not an octopus.

It looked like an octopus, but it wasn’t.

It had many long tentacles, and on each tentacle, there seemed to be a small yellow dot.

Wen Song gazed at the little creature in her palm, a faint sense of wonder rising in her eyes.

She had summoned it many times before, but it never appeared. This time, it suddenly showed up.

The Spirit Body abruptly left her palm and flew off toward a certain direction.

Wen Song stepped forward and finally found a small curled-up creature behind a tree.

Little Black Panther?

As Wen Song approached, the Black Panther immediately stood up, arching its back to threaten her.

It seemed to be warning her that if she took another step, it would attack.

Completely unaware that, due to mental trauma, its body had shrunk to a tiny size.

It looked utterly harmless.

“Catch it!” Wen Song ordered.

The next second, her Spirit Body rushed over from not far away. Before the Black Panther could react, countless tentacles shot out and tightly wrapped it up.

[So soft]

[So smooth]

[So slippery]

When Wen Song received the emotions her Spirit Body sent to her mind, she was stunned for a moment.

Spirit Bodies… have their own consciousness?

In the next instant, Wen Song recalled what she had read before: Spirit Bodies are reflections of a Guide’s mind.

Their personalities are often similar to their Guide’s.

Looking at the tightly bound Little Black Panther, Wen Song stepped forward and effortlessly scooped it into her arms.

The moment Wen Song hugged the Black Panther, Qin Xu, who had been standing with his eyes closed, suddenly let out a muffled groan.

“What’s wrong, what’s wrong! Did something happen?” The subordinates nearby, who had been closely watching the two, immediately spoke up nervously.

“No, but do you guys think this Guide is reliable?” Finally, someone spoke, his eyes full of doubt. “I remember seeing other Guides do mental guidance before-they always bathe, burn incense, play music, change clothes, and do it in a safe place. But this-”

“What! You have to do all that before mental guidance?”

Hearing this, the subordinates grew even more anxious. They were all civilians; it was hard enough to even meet a Guide, let alone receive mental guidance.

“We’re doomed, we’re doomed. The Boss isn’t going to have an accident, is he?”

The group anxiously paced in place, not daring to separate the two, afraid something might go wrong.

Qin Xu gripped his own hand tightly, struggling to control his increasingly ragged breathing.

He had undergone mental guidance once before.

It was after a battle, when a Guide simply held his shoulder, sent spiritual power into his body, and soothed his Spirit Body from a distance.

Quick and simple.

The Spirit Body and the physical body are closely linked in perception.

He could clearly feel… his Spirit Body was being bound by those tentacles with suction cups, those soft, suctioning cups curling slightly to hold his skin and prevent him from escaping.

Then, a fragrant and gentle hand stroked his head.

He heard her say:

“Mm… It really is soft, smooth, and slippery.”