Chapter 319: Narrow Gate Under Poison Mist

The blue light of the stun gun and the cold light of the syringe intertwined, blocking all paths of retreat.

Lin Yu used the hospital bed, the smoking instrument wreckage, and the mechanical arms he had just disabled as cover, weaving and dodging in the small space.

His movements were unbelievably fast, every dodge barely grazing the fatal attack, every counterattack ruthless and precise.

The silver needles seemed to come alive in his hands, always finding the most fragile joints or sensors of those cold creations.

In just a few minutes, most of the mechanical arms were either paralyzed on the ground or had damaged joints, leaving only the last two still waving futilely.

Lin Yu ignored them and turned to pounce back to the bedside.

He quickly took out the medicine powder he had prepared last night from his medicine kit, mixed it with the dark green ointment in the small porcelain bottle, and added a few drops of special medicinal wine.

He pried open Xuanyuan Qing's tightly closed teeth and forcibly poured part of the mixed medicinal liquid down.

The remaining ointment was quickly applied by him to the wounds and needle holes on her body that looked shocking after the thick needles were pulled out.

After doing all this, his fingers flew, and several silver needles appeared between his fingers again, but the technique was completely different from before.

The needle tips pierced into several key acupoints on Xuanyuan Qing's chest, abdomen, head, and neck, and as his fingers twisted, a weak but extremely pure internal force was slowly transferred through the needle bodies.

This was a simplified version of the "Nine Needles of Returning Yang," and also the limit of what he could do at the moment, attempting to forcibly hang onto the last bit of vitality that could be extinguished at any time.

Outside the laboratory, Zhou Minghui's face in front of the surveillance screen was so gloomy it could drip water, his teeth biting into each other with a creak.

The steam had just passed, but the cleaning program didn't stop.

"Strong acid spray initiated..."

The pungent acidic smell came, and several nozzles began to drip highly corrosive liquid, quickly turning into a fine spray!

Lin Yu used his last bit of strength to rush forward, trying to avoid the spray range. He could hear the "zzzzt" sound of strong acid dripping onto the metal pipe wall behind him, accompanied by the pungent smell of burnt paste as the combat suit touched a few drops and immediately emitted white smoke.

It's over! In front was a corner of nearly ninety degrees, nowhere to hide! The strong acid was about to cover them!

Just at this critical moment—

Clang!

From the side, a vent grille, also rusted and mottled, was violently slammed open from the outside by a brute force!

A familiar figure appeared at the hole, his face covered in dust and sweat, holding the surgical scalpel gleaming with cold light tightly in his hand—it was Xu Xiaochuan!

Just at this moment, a faint, barely audible moan came from the throat of Xuanyuan Qing, who was lying on the bed.

Her tightly closed eyelashes trembled lightly a few times, and a pale finger curled slightly.

There was a reaction!

Just as a spark of hope ignited in Lin Yu's heart, a sharper, more miserable alarm sound than any before exploded!

This time, the alarm carried a desperate meaning representing final destruction.

Woo—woo—woo—!!!

On the wall, the gaps that had sprayed anesthetic gas opened again, but this time, what sprayed out was a deadly gas that was slightly yellow and almost odorless.

At the same time, several hidden exhaust holes in the ceiling also made a hissing sound, seemingly accelerating the diffusion of the gas.

"Warning! Warning! VX-3 nerve gas injection detected! Concentration rising rapidly! Please evacuate all personnel immediately! Repeat! Detected..." The cold electronic prompt echoed in the crazy alarm sound, appearing so pale and powerless.

The pale yellow toxic gas was like the breath of the Grim Reaper, spreading rapidly in the pure white laboratory.

Lin Yu's pupils contracted violently, his heart instantly sinking into an ice cellar.

VX-3! Zhou Minghui, this madman! He actually planned to wipe out his own people together!

He subconsciously held his breath, but this level of nerve gas could kill just by skin contact.

"Damn it... playing so big?"

The pale yellow deadly mist spread silently, swallowing the field of vision, every breath of air inhaled carrying the sweet, fishy smell of death. The alarm sound turned into a substantial sound wave, impacting the eardrums and tearing the nerves. The pure white of the laboratory was dyed with hellish scarlet and ominous pale yellow.

Lin Yu held Xuanyuan Qing, whose breathing was weak, his body trembling with fine, uncontrollable tremors due to the nerve gas's initial erosion after he had forcibly urged his internal force earlier. His vision swept rapidly across this white prison that was about to turn into a gas chamber. The alloy door was completely locked, motionless.

In the corner, that inconspicuous square metal cover plate marked "Biological Waste Treatment" became the only different color in his field of vision. It was a channel for processing experimental waste, residues, and even failed "samples," directly connecting to the hospital's vast underground sewage pipe network. Dirty, foul-smelling, but perhaps... the only way to survive.

No time to hesitate. Zhou Minghui wanted a thorough "purification."

Lin Yu held Xuanyuan Qing tighter, covering her mouth and nose with the remaining cloth as much as possible. He took two steps back, his body sinking slightly, his leg muscles instantly tightening to the limit, emitting a low groan of being unable to bear the weight. A force far exceeding the usual, accompanied by the tearing pain of the wound on his left arm and a certain throbbing hidden deep in his bone marrow, surged through his whole body. He could feel that every time he used this near-self-destructive power, he was overdrawing something.

"Hmph!"

With a low roar of suppression, he was like a cannonball, slamming his shoulder hard against that heavy metal cover plate!

Bang!!!

The muffled metal impact sound almost covered the alarm. The edge of the cover plate was severely deformed, the fixing bolts making a harsh twisting sound, but it still stubbornly blocked the passage.

Again!

Lin Yu retreated, gathering strength again; this time, his right leg kicked the ground violently, all his strength twisted into one, and his right shoulder slammed hard against the position where the deformation was most severe!

Creak—Clang!

The metal cover plate was forcibly folded inward, revealing the pitch-black, foul-smelling pipe entrance behind it. A strong smell of decay mixed with the smell of chemical reagents rushed toward them.

Lin Yu didn't have time to catch his breath, held Xuanyuan Qing tightly, and drilled in without hesitation. Behind him, the pale yellow poison mist had already spread to the door, like a soul-chasing shadow.

Chengzhai, Lin Family Bone-Setting Hall.

Xu Xiaochuan suddenly arched his body, the skin where the mysterious mark on his back was located was scorching hot, as if a branding iron had been pressed directly onto it. The intense scorching pain instantly penetrated his whole body, making his eyes go dark and almost making him unable to stand steady.

Not a hallucination! ===== CHAPTER 320 =====