After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Chapter 204

When she was in the dark, she was always half asleep and half awake. Or maybe it was not a dream, but a process of living, dying, and then living again.

Die again.

The stems, leaves and vines not only wrap around the surface of the body, but also pierce the skin with their fuzzy tips. The moment they absorb blood, they will suddenly increase in size and thickness, becoming the most powerful needle for drawing blood.

She was in a coma at first and might have died.

Mu Ying didn't know.

It seemed like she had died many times since the world went mad.

He was shot through by a crossbow arrow, eaten by dandelions, had half of his body blown off by a bomb, and had his ribs broken and pierced into his lungs by falling plant fruits.

At the beginning, she was always sad, not for herself, but for her teammates. They always sacrificed one by one in front of her eyes, just like her parents at that time, using cruel and bloody ways to help her move forward one step further.

If she didn't persevere to the end, she would always feel sorry for everyone.

Everyone and anyone.

She couldn't be happy.

Later, slowly, every time I came back to life, through the confusing white, I could always see those brown eyes, long eyelashes, wearing a blue mask, and holding an instrument whose purpose was unknown.

In the constant temperature treatment room, the temperature remained unchanged, but Mu Ying often felt cold. The silver-white machines had clear lines, and she lay on the flat bed, as if she were also one of the inanimate organisms.

But that person was warm-hearted. Every time he saw her open her eyes, he would put the back of his hand on his forehead and say in a calm voice, "You're awake."

This young sister had the habit of smoking. She could smell the nicotine on her fingertips, and even that little bit of skin was burning like sparks.

——A sister with a cold face but warmth.

Mu Ying later became Cen Ming's follower.

Cen Ming seemed to have endless experiments to do. He stayed up late every day and she was often not seen resting or taking vacations. She was only allowed to go home to visit her family one day out of four weeks. Cen Ming would not leave the institute.

Most of the people here have lost their relatives, and most of the researchers here don’t get much rest.

But Cen Ming looked like he was working harder than anyone she had ever seen.

Mu Ying was often called out on missions. Often the environment was too dangerous and complicated. The soldiers with her were like the outermost ants in a fire, using their bodies to wrap her in the center and help her filter out the wrong answers. Most of the time, she was the only one left when they came back.

The faces of her teammates changed so frequently that Mu Ying tried hard to remember every one of them, but she still felt like a drifting boat.

My teammates left, they are just passers-by - I am just a passer-by in their lives. They have sacrificed themselves heroically for a great cause, the end is already bright and brilliant, but I am still moving forward, carrying countless expectations and wishes, towards the dark road ahead.

But at the end of the darkness, there is a pair of brown eyes and a bit of hot body temperature.

After completing the mission, Mu Ying went back to the laboratory to find Cen Ming.

Either he is doing experiments with dark circles under his eyes, or he is organizing data that he will never finish organizing.

But when Mu Ying came back, as the only one left, she rarely used her privileges - she just wanted Mu Ying to help her check her body.

There is no need to say it explicitly, no need to report, and no need to propose any conditions. The entire institute will actually seriously consider anything she says, and Mu Ying will just complete the task and then take the initiative to find Cen Ming.

Cen Ming naturally spent more time with her.

Mu Ying knew that when she lay in the buzzing examination instrument, the tired person would rub her forehead with those familiar fingertips, and while waiting for the results, that person could lean on the table and close his eyes for a short rest.

That was Cen Ming, whose face was cold but with warmth.

Cen Ming, who would put a homemade plant bookmark between layers of biology bookshelves.

Ever since her physical indicators gradually surpassed the limits of human beings and even grew exponentially, Mu Ying no longer had so many opportunities to be alone with Cen Ming.

She often saw the man busy recording data in the corner of the crowd, with a slender white coat, light brown hair, and a serious profile.

As she was swallowed by darkness, she only thought of those brown eyes.

After dying many times, it was indeed that little bit of hope that allowed her to struggle and wade out of the mud.

Everyone's face became blurred, but Cen Ming's face was engraved in my heart, over and over again.

Mu Ying went on another mission and died again.

This time, the little plants in the water, which should have been soft and happy, used it as fertile soil, Mu Ying thought.

It should be the same this time.

Mu Ying waited for her body to gather strength again and again. Every time she died and was reborn, she would have a chance to catch her breath for a moment. During these gaps, she had to seize the opportunity and break out again.

But there are also some differences.

Perhaps the plants were becoming more and more mutated. What she saw was not a single plant, but leaves of different shapes growing on the same stem.

Simple leaves, compound leaves, pinnate, whorled.

The river channel is densely packed with plants, but there is only one plant at the root.

So where are its roots?

When he was between life and death, in Mu Ying's chaotic thoughts, his vision seemed to be suddenly raised, looking down on everything, and then suddenly shrank, so small that he could only glimpse the world in every detail.

She didn't know whether she still existed or had already met her final death. She turned into a tiny grain of nutrition, advancing in the fierce waves and in the tangled veins, like a star traveling in space.

At last she came upon a beautiful osmanthus tree, with its numerous small yellow flowers, and its heady fragrance.

It is not tall, nor burly, just like the old trees beside ordinary temples before the end of the world, tied with many deep red and light red ribbons, and the golden words are illuminated by the light, like a crystal clear wish.

Under the strange name it reads:

——I wish the people I love good health, longevity and peace every year.